From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Samantha's Awakening (FM, FF, anal, oral, lesbian) [1/3]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 02:30:23 GMT

			       Samantha
			       Part One

	She was pretty by anyone's standards, with nice legs, a firm
behind, and somewhat small breasts (I believe bite-sized is the term
they are commonly called) with bigger than average nipples. We didn't
make it until our fourth or fifth date, and I can't say that the sex
was spectacular. Don't get me wrong, it was good, but until we went to
a hunting lodge one weekend with Cathy and Steve, two close friends,
our sexual adventures were quite ordinary.

	We all went to bed early on the first night at the lodge,
feeling somewhat exhausted by the long trip and our hike into the
woods. Since Samantha always slept without clothes on, she turned off
the light and slipped under the covers, snuggling up next to me. We
couldn't do anything because Cathy and Steve were sleeping right
across from us.

	At about 11:00 p.m., Samantha arose from our bed and went
downstairs. A while later I also got up and found her in the living
room, where she was lying on the couch, on her side, still completely
naked, facing the back of the sofa, in the familiar fetal position.
She appeared to be asleep.

	I slinked onto the sofa behind her and discovered, by her
gentle stirring, that she was still awake. Not knowing what she was
thinking, or feeling, I turned on my side, so that my chest was
pressed against her back, spoon- like, and cradled her body against
mine.

	I reached around her to cup her small, almost girlish breasts
in my hands, stroking and kneading them and feeling her nipples slowly
gain erection. I moved my left hand down to her groin, pressing into
the soft, curly hairs, and began stroking there too. She responded by
pushing her ass back against me, parting her legs in the process,
leaving her left leg raised, lazily resting on my hip. Then, in her
assertive way, she reached between her legs and took my cock in her
hand, guiding it to, but not into, her. Still behind her, almost
passive, my half-erect cock was between her legs, and she was rubbing
it in a slow, circular motion against her clitoris.

	When I changed my position slightly in an obvious effort to
slide myself into her, she pushed the shaft back, then whispered,
"Uh-uh. Not there; I want you here, in my ass." So saying, she placed
the head of my cock right in the middle of her anus, then rubbed it
back and forth across the diminutive opening. At first, I thought she
was teasing me.

	"Are you serious?" I asked, somewhat incredulously. We had
never done that before, and I remember wondering if this was something
about Samantha's sexuality that I hadn't known.

	"Just do it. I want to feel your cock inside my ass," she said
softly. She rubbed the cockhead a few more times against her nether
opening.

	"Mmm, David, I want it deep inside my ass."

	My cock was already so wet from being rubbed between her moist
pussy lips that it broke the sphinctoral plane with surprisingly
little effort.

	She grunted as the cockhead broke the barrier, then hissed
between her teeth.

	"Slowly," she said, "work it in slowly."

	She shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed
presence of something inside her ass.

	"Am I hurting you?"

	"A little," she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. "Oh,
it feels so fucking big!"

	I squeezed her breasts hard, flattening them against her
chest, as I softly kissed the nape of her neck.

	"I don't believe how tight you are!"

	"Are you in all the way?" she gasped. "I feel like I've been
split in two!"

	"Just a little more." I pressed my cock forward, then felt it
being tightened like a vise by her sphincter muscle. I seemed to gain
ground only by easing back slightly and then pushing forward. She
grunted and moaned a few more times before I finally pressed my wiry
pubic hairs into her lower ass.

	"How's that?" I whispered.

	"Fucking unbelievable! Don't move for a few seconds. I have to
get used to it."

	I continued kneading her breasts and kissing her neck and
shoulders while my sheathed phallus remained completely motionless
inside her. I could tell the entry had been somewhat painful for her,
but that was not unexpected. The walls of her rectum were warm and
smooth against my cock. From time to time, she contracted her anus
around the sheathed sword, as she tested the elasticity of her anal
muscle. The anal contractions were beginning to have an effect on me.

	"If you keep that up," I said after a particularly tight
contraction, "I'm going to come. I feel close already."

	"No! Please, don't come yet! You just put it in, you haven't
really fucked me yet. Can you hold off?"

	"I'll try. I can't tell you how good it feels!"

	"The pain is subsiding," she said. "Give it just a few more
seconds and you can start moving in and out a bit."

	"I'll come for sure, then," I pleaded.

	"No you won't. If you do, I'll never let you do this again!"

	Now that I had discovered this side of Samantha, or should I
say the backside of Samantha, I knew that I would want to take her
anally, and often, again. Maybe she wasn't being serious, but her
warning was sufficient incentive to do everything I could to keep from
spilling my seed inside her.

	My reward for holding off? Pure ecstasy! With the pain all but
gone, Samantha began moving her buttocks in a slow, circular pattern,
while my ensconced cock, a prisoner inside her, obediently followed.
Somewhere along the line I began to slowly piston my manhood. The dual
phenomenon of our syncopated rhythm sent the both of us to a high we
had never before known.

	Samantha was beside herself, having discovered an animalistic
instinct she never knew she had, and, with the discovery, she
developed a far different attitude toward our love-making. Outside of
a few "dirty" words like "fuck" or "suck", said in the heat of passion
to titillate me, she had never been one to be vocal about her needs -
until now!

	"OH! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my
ass! Oh, David, it feels so good!"

	Her voice could be heard through the house.

	"Hey," I said softly, "the others will hear you."

	"Just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Fuck my assssssssss!"

	Her immodest exclamations, within earshot of the others, drove
me to a new frenzy. I started pumping her like a madman, driving my
cock in and out of her beautiful, tight ass with complete abandon. She
grunted, she groaned, she bucked her ass against my abdomen, snorting
rather than breathing, trying to pull me even further into the dark
abyss.

	My hands on her breasts were no longer gentle. If she wanted
to feel hurt, I would be more that happy to oblige. I took her turgid
nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my hands and
squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this final, almost
desperate gesture, that seemed to do the trick.

	"I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming! YESSSSSSS!"

	Miracle of miracles, just as her anal contractions (I assume
from her orgasm) gripped my cock, I let loose also, filling her with
spurt after spurt from my sheathed sword. It was, without a doubt, one
of the best fucks I had had in long time. I hoped she felt the same
way.

	We both came down slowly. I didn't dare withdraw myself from
her. I just let the old guy fall asleep inside the dark hole, feeling
every once in a while a tiny anal contraction that only served to
remind me of what we had just done. Finally, my limp member fell out,
on its own, sliding onto the inside of her inner right thigh, still
wet from my spending.

	Samantha turned her naked body completely around until we were
belly to belly, chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around my back
and held me. She pressed her loins into mine, our pubic hairs
mingling.

	"That was great," she whispered sexily.

	I smiled. "I'm glad I held off, like you asked."

	"I had no idea I could get that turned on back there. I guess
I'm what you call anal-erotic."

	I laughed. "Would you really have denied me the pleasure if I
had come earlier?"

	She laughed also. "You'll never knew, my sweet David, will
you?"

	"I guess I never will."

	When our lips met, her tongue went right for my tonsils. She
ground her abdomen into me slowly, sensuously, creating that familiar
stirring in my manhood that had disappeared inside her wonderfully
tight derriere.

	I think she felt me growing, or at least sensed it, because
she slipped her hand between our clasped bodies and quickly located my
semi- erect penis. Her tongue searched every nook and cranny inside my
eager mouth as she slowly stroked me back to hardness.

	"Don't you ever quit?" I asked, breaking the passionate kiss.

	"Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to
your door," she quipped.

	"So you're equating a beautiful assfuck with a mousetrap?"

	"Sort of," she giggled. "I mean, show me a new way to get off,
like you just did, and I'll be at your doorstep, every night, wanting
more."

	I smiled, then moved my hands to her buttocks, feeling the ass
that I had just fucked, and squeezed the globes between my fingers,
prying them apart, exposing her anus to the uncaring back of the sofa.

	"What are you doing, young man?"

	"I'm back at the doorstep again," I replied, searching for her
anal button with my middle finger and, upon finding it, pressing
inward slightly, not penetrating her, but letting her know that I was
eager to play back there again.

	"Don't you ever quit?" she laughed, a reference to my earlier
question. She squeezed my cock tightly, then released it, before
working her hand toward the head and squeezing it once more.

	"I like your mousetrap," I said, pushing the tip of my finger
into the recently deflowered opening. Samantha laughed at my feeble
attempt at humor.

	She was slowly masturbating my cock now, alternating the
squeezing with up and down movements of her hand. "I don't ever
remember him rising so quickly again," she whispered.

	Just then Cathy came down the stairs from the loft. I turned
around just in time to see her throwing a white terry-cloth robe over
her naked body. Her tits were quite a bit larger than Samantha's, but
her nipples were actually smaller.

	"What the hell is going on down here?" asked Cathy.

	Samantha laughed. "Did we wake you?"

	"All I could hear was someone screaming, `Fuck me in the ass!'
Wouldn't that have awakened you?" She didn't seem mad, just
interested.

	"I told her to be quiet. Now I'm embarrassed," I said.

	Cathy laughed. "If you're as good as it sounded, there's
nothing to be embarrassed about. It would be a good idea to go wash
up, though, after something like that."

	I blushed. "You're right, will you please excuse me." I pried
myself away from Samantha, then walked quickly past Cathy. I couldn't
help but notice that her eyes were on my erection.

	I washed thoroughly, even my balls and anus. I had no idea
what might happen the rest of the evening, but I wanted to be prepared
for anything. I dried myself by running a towel back and forth
between my legs, making sure I worked it well into my ass crevice.

	When I returned to the living room, Cathy was seated on the
sofa next to Samantha, who was still reclining on her side. Cathy sat
in such a way that she blocked my view of Samantha's hairy pussy, kind
of facing her, her left forearm resting nonchalantly on Samantha's rib
cage.

	Samantha's left arm lay across Cathy's lap, kind of flopped
there for want of a better place to put it. Cathy's robe had ridden
pretty much up her legs, but she had the garment wrapped around in
such a way that her charms were well hidden from view. For decency's
sake, I held the towel I had been drying myself off with in front of
my crotch. My flag was at half- staff beneath the towel.

	"Can I ask a personal question?" Cathy asked of Samantha.

	"If you want," she replied.

	"Did it hurt?"

	Samantha blushed profusely. I smiled. "You mean what he just
did to me with that monster cock of his?"

	"Uh-uh," replied Cathy with a broad smile.

	A pensive look, quite serious look came over Samantha's face.
"At first, it hurt a lot. I thought the bastard was going to split me
in two. But after a while, I became quite used to it. I really wanted
it inside me after the pain went away. It's such a different, filling
sensation, to have something in your ass."

	"Makes me wish we had tried it on the first date, instead of
waiting until now," I said, only partly in jest.

	"It makes me wish I let someone do it ten years ago. Just
think, I've missed all that time. Have you ever done it, Cathy?"

	It was Cathy's turn to blush. She lowered her head in
embarrassment.

	"Yes," she whispered in response.

	"What are you acting so shy about?" laughed Samantha. "You
didn't like it?"

	"Mmmm. I loved it. I've been turned on by... you know... anal
things ever since I was a teenager. Man, I don't believe I'm talking
so openly about it."

	"You better define `anal things,'" said Samantha.

	Cathy really blushed at that question. "Well, I like to do
things to people's... uh... asses, and I like to have things done to
mine."

	"Like what?" asked Samantha. Cathy had really piqued her
interest.

	"Like... " There was a long, pregnant pause. I could almost
see her mind thinking. "Like having my anus... ah... what's the
term?"... she seemed to be searching for just the right words. "Ah,
you know... rimmed," she blurted. She paused for a moment, quiet and
pensive. "Do you know what that means?"

	"I don't think so," said Samantha, quite honestly.

	"It's like when someone licks you back there... with their
tongue."

	Her face was red as a beet now.

	"I see," said Samantha, raising her eyebrows as her interest
began to become more and more aroused.

	"And I like to do that to others, too." She seemed more
animated now, more open, like she was confessing something she had
held back for many years. "Am I embarrassing you?" she asked.

	Samantha smiled. "Of course not, please go on."

	"If I'm not getting rimmed with a tongue or fucked by a nice
cock in my ass, I like to have someone put a dildo in my backside. Oh,
just thinking about it turns me on!"

	Just hearing about it was turning me on. My manhood was coming
back to life, beginning to peek its head through the towel over my
lap. Nervously, I pulled the towel completely over it.

	Cathy looked straight into Samantha's eyes. "Would you like me
to show you something very special?"

	Samantha gulped. She thought for a few moments. "I'm game."

	Cathy turned her head and looked at me. "May I borrow her for
few minutes?"

	"Oh, yes... Of course. I'll leave." I started to get up.

	"Why don't you stay and enjoy the show," said Cathy sexily. "I
don't mind if Samantha doesn't."

	Samantha looked at me with her expressive, puppy-dog eyes. I
could read the sexual excitement in them. "Maybe he'll get some new
ideas," she said, giving me a little wink, an obvious invitation for
me to remain and watch.

	"He just might," said Cathy, pulling apart the sash on her
robe, letting the top loosen, permitting my hungry eyes to spy on a
good deal of her ample breasts. She looked over at me for a brief
second, as if she were pondering her next move, then stood and
nonchalantly shed the robe completely, dropping it fall to the floor
at her feet, before sitting back down.

	It all happened so quickly, in one fluid motion, my mind had
to adjust to the delightful fact that there were two quite pretty
ladies in front of me, and neither had a stitch of clothes on! My
eyes darted from Cathy's full, hanging breasts, with their silver
dollar-sized areoles and thick, brown nipples, to the soft, light-
brown triangle of curls which tapered quite nicely to a `V' at her
lower abdomen.

	She made absolutely no effort to hide anything from my view.
To the contrary, I think she kind of enjoyed showing her more than
adequate body off for me (and, I'm sure, for Samantha as well). I made
a mental note to ask Cathy later if she trimmed her pubic fleece, so
delicate did her treasures look. The growth of her curls was quite
sparse; in fact, I found it quite amazing that Samantha's thick forest
of much darker curls completely hid her cuntal slit, whereas the thin
crack of Cathy's pussy was quite visible through the hairs.

	Cathy devoured Samantha with her soft, bluish-green eyes. Her
voice was soft as the morning. "Would you like me to give you a rim
job?"

	Samantha seem mesmerized by this woman. She managed only to
nod her head in affirmation. Her hand was just below Cathy's melon-
like right breast.

	For a second, I thought she was going to cup it. I tried to
imagine her doing so, hoping that she could read my mind, but my
little trick didn't work, she just kept her hand stationary beneath
the hanging globe.

	"Kneel on the floor. Rest the top of your body on the sofa
cushion," said Cathy, her voice devoid of its previous nervousness.

	Samantha curled her legs to her chest and pushed herself past
the still seated woman. I loved her nakedness. My cock was now
throbbing.

	Stealthily, I slipped my hand under the towel and got a good
grip on myself. This is one show I knew I would really enjoy.

	"Like this?" asked Samantha, moving to a kneeling position at
the far right side of the sofa and leaning forward, resting her chest
on the blue velvet cushion and the side of her head on her forearm.

	"That's just fine," said Cathy, sliding off the sofa and
moving to a seated position to Samantha's left.

	Cathy leaned slightly forward, her left breast scraping
Samantha's hip.

	"So this is what you had to work with. What a perfect ass!"

	I thought to myself, "How true!" as I watched Cathy place the
palms of her hands over each of the twin hemispheres and gently
squeeze the pure white flesh.

	"Mmm, that feels good," husked Samantha.

	"It's going to feel a whole lot better when I'm through with
you.

	She leaned further down and planted a soft kiss on the upper
left buttock while she sensuously ran her fingernails all over
Samantha's ass, raising tiny goosebumps across the alabaster surface.

	Samantha hissed loudly, between her teeth. "Oh, that feels
nice!"

	"It's called the warm-up," said Cathy, running the tips of her
fingers in a straight line inside the crack of Samantha's buttocks,
all the way down to the anal region. She was careful, however, not to
touch the recently deflowered rosebud. It was obvious she knew exactly
how to extract every ounce of sexual excitement from her willing
victim before she really pounced.

	Samantha's breathing was becoming more labored as Cathy played
tunes along the inside of the ass crack. "I hope you're not too
modest," she said, "your boyfriend is about to get an eyeful." I
didn't comprehend the meaning of her words until I watched Cathy move
her hands to Samantha's lower ass. Using primarily her thumbs for
leverage, she pried apart the two halves of the split pumpkin,
exposing the pink, round anal button that I had only recently
deflowered.

	"I've never felt so exposed," said Samantha, feeling both of
our eyes on her most private area. She kept her head uplifted and
stared straight ahead.

	"Relax," whispered Cathy. "We're all friends."

	"Friends usually don't examine each other's assholes," quipped
Samantha.

	"I like to look at yours," said Cathy. "It looks so tiny. How
did he ever get his cock inside you?"

	"Very carefully," I said, and we all laughed.

	Cathy seemed somewhat jealous that I had been the fist to
invade Samantha's most private area. She looked at me with a slight
look of disdain.

	"Men don't know how to take good care of a woman's ass. It
takes a woman to do it right."

	Samantha immediately became defensive. "I think he did just
fine just a few minutes ago. I'm still tingling inside my ass."

	Cathy got more perturbed. She turned back and examined the
opened anal region. "Wait until I finish with you, honey. I'll make
you forget about his cock."

	She seemed bent on proving to Samantha that she could better
satisfy her sexual needs than I could. It was a contest now, between
me and her. I had already played my part, now it was her turn. It
didn't really matter who was better - Samantha was the real winner of
the contest because all she had to do was sit back and enjoy.

	For the rest of the session, Cathy completely ignored me,
blocking me from her mind, concentrating only on the job at hand -
giving Samantha the best anal sex she was capable of giving.

	She ordered Samantha to stretch out on the carpet, prone, on
her tummy. She did so, making a lovely picture with her cute, curved
ass and tightly closed legs. She was perpendicular to the sofa, her
head almost touching its base. Cathy then turned and sort of squatted
over Samantha's naked back, placing her knees on either side of
Samantha's ribs. From my vantage point, almost directly behind my
prone girlfriend's feet, I had a nice view of Cathy's light-haired
pubic area, which she didn't seem to mind. Her boobs swayed from side
to side with even the slightest of movements; her nipples were dark
and erect.

	Cathy leaned forward from the waist, causing her tits to hang
delightfully downward, like melons on a vine, and placed her palms on
the back of Samantha's upturned thighs. "Open your legs!" she
commanded, urging her on by applying pressure with her hands upon the
delicate, supple flesh.

	Samantha obligingly opened up, knowing that she would be
baring the length of her hairy crotch to the both of us - Cathy from
above and me from behind.

	In doing so, her cuntal lips parted stickily, exposing the
soft pinkness of her slit. Her vaginal entrance was quite moist,
providing ample evidence that the anticipation of her sexual
involvement with another woman was a real turn-on for her.

	"Raise your ass up!" ordered Cathy. Samantha obliged once
more, poking the hemispheres upward, providing a prominent display of
smooth, white flesh.

	To my complete surprise, the seemingly affectionate Cathy
raised the palm of her right hand over the upturned cheeks and gave
the right buttock a good, hard slap which resulted in a loud cracking
sound. Samantha screamed out, "OUCH! That hurt!" and reflexively
lowered her abdomen until it was once again flush with the floor.
Immediately, a red blush appeared where the hand had met her flesh.

	"It's supposed to," husked Cathy, knowing that her straddling
position over Samantha's back prevented her from easily escaping any
further blows. "Get your ass back up!"

	Without a word of protest, Samantha presented her tail bone
once more, knowing that Cathy would probably deliver another slap. She
was right - Cathy raised her left hand this time and drove it hard
onto the unmarked left globe, rippling the surface of the ass all the
way to the top of Samantha's thigh.

	"AHHH!" Samantha cried, but, quite surprisingly, kept her
backside in its upturned state, an apparent indication that she was
not opposed to receiving more of the same. I could see Cathy's
fingerprints imbedded on the soft, smooth skin of Samantha's ass.

	Samantha looked down at the reddened buttocks and waited for a
few moments, studying the buns and the condition she had put on them,
allowing the pain and the tingling to subside. "How does your ass
feel?" she asked.

	"It's tingling all over!" blurted Samantha.

	"It feels kind of good, doesn't it, Samantha?"

	Samantha gulped. "Y-yes, sort of," she replied.

	"Do you want some more?"

	I could almost see Samantha's mind racing as she sifted
through a host of responses to Cathy's question. She could suggest,
politely, that she had had enough. She could tell her to go on and
risk the consequences of more pain and, perhaps, humiliation. After
all, her she was getting spanked on her bare bottom by a woman, her
legs spread wide, exposing even the inside of her sex, with her
boyfriend seated right behind her, watching everything in rapt
attention.

	Finally, she answered the question with one of her own. "Will
it hurt very much?"

	"A little," replied Cathy in a soft, honest tone. "It's
supposed to."

	As she replied, she began scratching the surface of the
dimpled cheeks with her fingernails, exciting the flesh beneath.
Samantha shivered at the touch.

	"I... I guess it's okay," said Samantha, obviously questioning
in her own mind if she had given the right answer.

	Cathy dug her fingers into the opulent flesh of each cheek,
opening the crack once more, exposing the pink button which she
regarded as her eventual target. This would all be part of her "warm-
up" to the coup de grace to come.

	"I like the way your skin ripples when I spank it," she
husked, leaving the cheeks spread for a moment longer as she continued
to visually examine the exposed anal region. When she let the cheeks
bounce back into place, I knew that Samantha was about to receive a
bit more than she had bargained for. Cathy raised her hand over her
shoulder this time as she swung it on a downward arc, lighting a fire
on the exposed flesh as it struck with a vengeance. Cathy's breasts
shook like jelly as the blow landed.

	As I watched the unbelievable scene developing before me, I
stroked my cock harder beneath the towel.

	"AHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" Samantha cried as a searing pain lit
into her backside. "Not that hard!"

	"I'll decide how hard!" exclaimed Cathy, her brow furrowed.

	At that moment, Steve, Cathy's husband, came down the ladder
from the loft and, wide-eyed, looked at the two naked women. "What's
going on? You guys woke me up." He was wearing only boxer shorts.

	Cathy looked up at him. "Sit and watch, if you like. You may
not approve, but I'm giving Samantha a first hand look at a new
adventure, no pun intended," she said with a wry smile.

	Steve looked over at me, at the towel over my lap, my hand
conspicuously beneath it, then back at Samantha's spread legs and her
gorgeous reddened ass. He seemed to want to apologize for his wife's
behavior.

	"From time to time she likes to get on the wild side," he said
to no one in particular.

	"Sit down and watch, if you want," said Cathy.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Samantha's Awakening (FM, FF, anal, oral, lesbian) [2/3]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 02:31:11 GMT

			      Samantha
			       Part Two

	Samantha hadn't bargained for more audience. She closed her
legs, tightly, not desiring to give Steve the same free show she had
been giving me. Cathy recognized her reluctance immediately. Instead
of ordering her to open up and display her treasures, however, she
merely began massaging Samantha's recently spanked ass cheeks with
slowly kneading fingers, working the flesh beneath her fingers like
putty. She seemed to know exactly what to do to soothe Samantha's
obvious humiliation, leaning forward at the waist and continuing the
massage along the backs of Samantha's delicately textured thighs.

	She kept the massage going for several minutes, without
speaking, working the entire buttocks and the tops of Samantha's legs
with a smooth precision. "That feels nice," Samantha sighed, coming
out of her stupor.

	Purposely, Cathy's massaging fingers curled around Samantha's
lower ass cheeks every so often and, for the briefest of seconds,
opened the crack there to expose the pink rosebud. She seemed to be
getting Samantha used to the idea that it wasn't necessarily wrong to
exhibit herself to three people at the same time.

	In time, Samantha's breathing became more labored, the
kneading fingers giving her a new sexual glow. Almost imperceptibly,
Cathy leaned forward and placed her hands a bit further between
Samantha's tightly closed legs.

	With the gentlest of urgings, she pushed against the inner
thigh muscles and watched as Samantha's legs parted just a little,
relaxing her inhibitions.

	"You have a beautiful body," whispered Cathy, abandoning the
legs in their half-parted state and returning her manipulations to the
reddened ass cheeks. Samantha's position allowed a few of the curls of
the back of her pussy to peek out from between the `V' of her legs.

	Cathy alternated between massaging Samantha's buttocks and
lightly scratching the flesh with her fingernails, causing Samantha to
begin moaning once more. The moans were a signal to Cathy that her
plan was working. She leaned forward, tits hanging downward again,
much to my delight, and returned her hands to the insides of
Samantha's legs. This time her urging was more insistent. The barrier
now broken, I watched the legs open once more.

	I looked over at Steve. Her was staring right into the
opening.

	Cathy decided to go for it all, risking losing Samantha to
pure embarrassment, but knowing that if she was successful, no
barriers would be left. She moved her hand along the inside of
Samantha's now spread legs, all the way to her hair-filled crotch. She
ran the index fingers of her hands along each side of the exposed
pussy lips, pressing softly into the pouting flesh. Samantha moaned
again. Cathy went for the kill, moving her fingers into the cuntal
crack and slowly parted the labia, obscenely exposing the still moist
(even more moist than before) vaginal entrance and the engorged
clitoral hood.

	It was a bold move on Cathy's part, but the foreplay had left
Samantha in a transfixed mood, her modesty long forgotten. Cathy knew
she had won, and planted the victory flag by running two fingers into
the pink divide and easing them right into the naturally lubricated
cuntal opening. Samantha gasped out loud as she felt the fingers
enter her. Steve and I excitedly watched the two digits slowly
disappear into the splayed portal.

	"It's like a lake!" exclaimed Cathy, moving her fingers back
and forth inside Samantha's canal. The slurping sound that we all
heard was ample evidence that Samantha was past the point of no
return. Her moans were now loud and prolonged.

	Cathy withdrew her glistening fingers and brought them to her
mouth. Incredulously, I watched as she greedily sucked the cum-laden
digits, tasting Samantha's pungent juices on her tongue. When she took
the fingers out of her mouth, she looked back down at the twin spheres
beneath her.

	"Show me your ass again," she ordered in a firm, somewhat
demanding voice, then watched as Samantha unhesitatingly offered her
upturned cheeks to Cathy.

	"Higher!" demanded Cathy. "Present yourself!"

	Samantha arched her back even more, raising her abdomen well
off the carpet, poking her ass out smartly.

	"That's much better," said Cathy. "What do you want me to
do?"

	"Spank me!" cried Samantha.

	"Reach back and open yourself up first. Show us that cute
little button!"

	Cathy was in complete control now; Samantha would be willing
to do anything, and she knew it. She felt Samantha's hands work
between her own spread legs and then come to rest on the still glowing
ass cheeks.

	Boldly, Samantha pried her own flesh apart, exposing the tiny
button. Cathy pounced on the opportunity immediately, leaning over
until her chest was planted in the small of Samantha's back,
flattening her breasts against Samantha's body, digging her sex into
the upper part of Samantha's naked body. In another instant, her face
was inside the parted buns, planting a soft kiss on the crinkly
rosebud. Samantha screamed out, as if a jolt of lightning had struck
her, as Cathy worked her tongue into the puckered opening.

	Almost as soon as she began, Cathy straightened up and ordered
Samantha to move her hands away from her ass. As soon as she complied,
Cathy drove a hard slap onto the exposed flesh. Samantha cried out in
pain. Cathy used her hands to pry the lower ass cheeks apart once
more, drove her head between the splayed globes, and darted her tongue
into the nether portal again.

	The time Samantha's moan was longer and louder. We couldn't
see what Cathy was doing to Samantha's asshole with her tongue, but
whatever it was it was causing her to beat her toes into the carpet.

	Cathy lingered longer at the opening this time, rimming the
rosebud to her heart's delight. Finally, she straightened up again and
drove several more stinging spanks upon the completely reddened ass,
causing Samantha to emit shrill cries of pain and pleasure.

	Cathy continued to alternate the spankings and the lickings,
increasing the length of her rimming each time, and increasing the
number of hard, cracking slaps with each new round. Samantha was now
beside herself, making animalistic sounds from deep inside her throat,
breathing tremulously. It was obvious to everyone when her dam broke.
For the first time in my life I saw a woman actually squirt out jets
of clear cum, flooding the carpet between her spread legs, as the
orgasm took control of her entire spasming body.

	"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, straightening her legs out and
shaking them violently as a few more streams of cum spewed out of her
pussy.

	The look on Cathy's face was one of satisfaction, knowing she
had really done something to my girlfriend that she would never, ever
forget. But there was still a look of sexual desire written across
her face. She eased herself off of Samantha's back and planted her
buttocks on the sofa, then raised her feet off the floor and brought
those, as well, to the cushion.

	The effect was to utterly expose her sex.

	She looked down between her own spread legs to the still
writhing Samantha. Her brow was more furrowed than before. Sexual
excitement flushed her face.

	"Do me!" she ordered.

	Samantha looked up at the splayed, wide-open sex. She had
never even thought of doing it to someone of her own sex, but Cathy
had removed every inhibition she had known in the last half-hour. She
literally dragged her exhausted body to a kneeling position between
Cathy's invitingly opened legs and plunged her head between them.
Cathy bucked her hips upward, forcing her steaming crotch into
Samantha's face. Samantha gave her all, shaking her head from side to
side, then up and down, fighting to get her lips and tongue into every
nook and cranny of Cathy's sex.

	Cathy was beside herself, moaning loudly, her head thrown back
against the sofa. She moved her hand to the top of Samantha's head and
tried to guide the incessantly devouring tongue even further into her.
She even raised her legs into a wide `V', her toes pointing skyward,
as Samantha licked the length of her slit and sent her head spinning.
"Eat me! Eat me!" she cried, feeling the magic about to happen. "I'm
coming! I'm coming!"

	Her entire body seemed to shake with her orgasm as wave upon
wave of sweet ecstasy spiraled from her loins throughout her spasming
body. I had never seen a woman come with such intensity. To my
surprise, Samantha kept her head between Cathy's legs even after the
initial shock waves had died down, laving her sex with slow, wide
swipes of her full tongue, tasting the copious flow of juices running
from the steaming cunt.

	When it was over, both women stood up, naked and sweating, and
embraced, breast to breast. Steve moved to Cathy's side and put his
arm around her. Cathy turned to embrace him. Samantha looked over at
me, red-faced, then walked toward me and planted herself on my lap.
Her body was soft and warm and slightly sweaty. We watched as Cathy
and Steve went up the ladder to the loft, leaving us alone.

	Samantha looked at me as I cuddled her in my lap. There were
tears in her eyes and she began sniffling.

	"What's the matter?" I asked.

	"I just embarrassed myself," she replied, between tiny
sniffles.

	I cupped her left breast gently, moving my thumb lightly over
a nipple that had never been so hard. "You just shone in my eyes," I
said softly, pulling the towel away from lap and throwing it on the
floor, allowing my erection to rub against Samantha's thigh.

	"Are you serious?"

	"Very serious," I replied. "I thought you were great."

	"I've never done anything like that before," she said softly,
searching my eyes for a sense of truth in my replies.

	"There's nothing wrong with what you did. The both of you
enjoyed it, and I enjoyed watching."

	"You won't think I'm some kind of slut?"

	I laughed. "Do you think I'm bad for masturbating while I was
watching the both of you?"

	Samantha's eyes lit up. "You didn't!" she gasped.

	"I did," I confessed.

	"Did you... ah... did you... "

	I helped her with her shyness. "Did I come?"

	"Yes," she smiled.

	"No," I replied. "I was saving that for you."

	"I'm wanton, David," she whispered. "I think I'm over-sexed!"

	I squeezed her tit harder, then pulled her closer to me. "We
have something in common," I said.

	"You're sure you didn't come," she said, sliding her body down
mine until she was on the floor, her head just above my engorged cock.
"Good," she whispered, grasping the shaft in her right hand and
lowering her mouth over me, her lips shaped in the familiar `O'. She
took the penis into her, sucking it slightly.

	"That feels good!" I sighed.

	She stopped sucking for a moment. "Don't be afraid," she
husked.

	"Afraid of what?"

	"Afraid of coming in my mouth," she whispered just before
lowering her head over me once more and enveloping me with her warmth.

	It didn't take long for her magic to work. She couldn't have
bobbed her head up and down on me for more than a deliciously sweet
minute. I didn't tell her I was coming; I just let it happen, spilling
my seed into her as she swallowed each and every drop.

				* * *

	The very next afternoon Samantha was washing her hands at the
kitchen sink when I came up behind her and pressed myself into her
rear, putting my hands up underneath her sweater, feeling and gently
squeezing her breasts through the thin cotton bra.

	"You're getting me started again," she said.

	"Mm-mm," I mumbled into her hair. I could feel my cock
beginning to grow between her ass cheeks. I knew she could feel it,
too. Turning around then, she put her arms around my neck, our mouths
found each other, and we pressed our bodies together, tightly. It was
as close as we could get without actually fucking. I reached down to
the through our meshed bodies and gently kneaded her skirt-covered
abdomen, pressing lightly just above her pubis.

	"Don't you think the others will miss us?" she husked, moving
her pelvis slightly against my roving fingertips.

	"Let them find something nice to do. I've already found it."

	"I guess you have," she whispered sexily, frenching me with
her tongue and bringing her hand to the back of my neck, gently
scratching me there with her fingernails as I boldly moved my fingers
lower and cupped her pubis through the blue denim skirt.

	"That's nice," she sighed, breaking kiss and moving her cheek
next to mine, gaining access to my super-sensitive ears. She took the
opportunity to blow soft, warm air into my left ear, sending chills
all over my body.

	"Blow in my ear and... "

	"And you'll fuck my brains out," she interrupted.

	"That's a promise," I said.

	"I'll hold you to it," she whispered, breathing her words
against my ear.

	Her buttocks were pressed tightly against the counter. Her
legs were opened as wide as the somewhat tight denim would allow. When
the tip of her tongue found my ear canal to its liking, I nearly
busted my gourd.

	I moved both of my hands to the bottom of her sweater which
lay loosely around her waist and, in one quick motion, pulled the soft
wool over her girlish breasts, exposing the plain white cotton bra.
She was never one for really fancy underthings. Someday I would teach
her how to dress sexily underneath her dignified exterior.

	"Aren't you going to take it all the way off," she asked,
somewhat surprised that I left the sweater bunched beneath her
armpits.

	"When I'm ready," I replied, lowering my head to her chest and
planting my lips right in the center of the right cup of her bra. The
nipple beneath the thin garment was already turgid. I bit the nubbin
lightly, through the bra cup, causing Samantha to moan softly.

	There were no more formalities between us. If the weekend had
done nothing, it left us both with the understanding that we could do
anything we wanted to each other's bodies. There was no more pretense
to our love- making. We were both surprised to learn that we would do
the same things in front of an audience of our friends that we would
do in the privacy of our bedroom. There was no longer a need for
modesty on either of our parts. We were beyond that now. It was the
perfect relationship.

	As I gently bit the nipple of her left breast, I worked my
fingers beneath the strap that ran from cup to cup in the front of her
bra and moved my fingers beneath the cotton until I found the softness
her other breast. How could I mind if these mounds were only cupcake-
sized? They were sensitive to the Nth degree, especially her nipples,
which I loved to suckle like a baby.

	"It's a lot more pleasurable if you suck on the real thing,"
she said, reaching behind her back and unhooking the clasp which held
the bra in place. I felt it loosen over my hand, so I pushed it
upward, baring her breasts, and let it mingle with the sweater still
bunched above her chest.

	Immediately, I clamped my lips on an available nipple and
sucked greedily, deriving my own pleasure just listening to the soft
moans my efforts were causing.

	I continued sucking on her elongated nipple for several more
delicious moments. She seemed to find the most enjoyment out of my
sucking the nubbin as hard as I could, drawing it deep into my mouth,
then playing a rhapsody upon it with the tip of my tongue. Each time I
did that little number on her, she drove her loins against mine,
really hard, pressing her pubis against my cock, dry-humping me.

	I tried to pull my lips away from her swollen nubbin, but she
reached behind my head and pulled my face back into her tit, urging me
on with animalistic noises that seemed to come from deep within her
throat.

	I was almost afraid to abandon the area for fear of being
smothered by her tit. Finally, I spoke into the nipple, without
pulling my head back.

	"There is something else I would like to suck," I said,
placing my hands on her hips and pulling her lower body into mine,
hoping she would get the hint.

	My ploy worked. Immediately, I felt Samantha's hands press
downward on my shoulders. "Kneel!" she commanded.

	Who was I to disobey such an order? I fell to my knees like a
wounded deer, still holding on to her supple hips. Her skirt-covered
abdomen was now inches from my face. The blue denim called to me.

	As I felt Samantha's hand press lightly on the back of my
head, I moved my face forward and planted my still eager lips right
over her pubis, pressing into her skirt with my chin.

	"Yes!" she cried as I started chomping on the denim, dry-
eating her.

	I was really turned on now. My hands moved from her hips
downward, along her tightly stretched skirt, until they came to rest
on the backs of her knees.

	As usual, she wore no stockings. I had told her long ago that
bare legs turned me on. She pressed her pubis against my mouth as my
hands began their upward trek, this time along the satiny softness of
the backs of her thighs. In the process, I was slowly pushing her
skirt higher.

	Finally, I had to move my head back to give the material room
to move ever upward.

	It wasn't long before the white `V' of her panty crotch came
into view, and with it, the deliriously wonderful smell of her sex
which I knew had long ago began to moisten the plain white, silky
undies.

	As my lips moved toward the reinforced panty crotch, I moved
my hands all the way up the back of her skirt and clasped her ass,
tightly, even being so bold as to move my fingers beneath the panty
leg and feel the warm skin of her ass.

	It was easy, then, to move my lips over her pubis once more.
This time, however, I could feel the thick forest of curls beneath the
thin material, and I used my tongue to find the swollen clitoral hood,
hidden beneath the panty crotch. With her skirt around her waist,
there was nothing to stop her legs from opening wider. Without asking
her to do so, Samantha leaned back into the counter and opened her
legs wide enough for me to have easy to the entire length of her panty
crotch.

	"Mmm," I sighed, "did I ever tell you how much I love
panties?" I planted hundreds of tiny kisses on the insides of her
thighs in between nuzzling my nose or lips in her sweet-smelling,
albeit still protected snatch.

	Samantha giggled. "I think you might have mentioned it a time
or two... OH! That feels nice! Kiss me right there... a little
higher... that's it... perfect... use your tongue... AHHH!" She pulled
my head flush against her completely moistened panty crotch. I paid
special attention to the clitoris and vaginal entrance as I ate her
right through the silky material.

	Finally, after what seemed an eternity of crotch kisses, I
stood up.

	Samantha kept her legs well opened, so I was able to work the
head of my penis, still inside my pants, right up against her box. She
wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged me.

	"What would you like me to do?" I whispered, my face just
inches from her partly opened mouth.

	"What are my choices?" she said with a sexy grin, her head
slightly cocked to the side.

	"Well, let's see... I could pull your panties down and eat
you."

	"Uh-uh."

	"I could pull your panty crotch to the side and fill you with
my cock."

	"Mmm, which hole would you fill?" she cooed.

	I smiled. "What are my choices?"

	Samantha laughed. "My ass and my... my... "

	"Say it!"

	She looked so serious now. "It sounds so bad."

	"Say it!" I said quite firmly.

	"And my cunt," she blurted, her face turning a bright shade of
red.

	"Say it again, Samantha. Tell me what you want me to do."

	"I want you fuck them both - my asshole and my cunt!" She
closed her eyes, obviously embarrassed with herself. This boldness was
new territory for her. We had come a long way in just a few short
months.

	"If I can't do them both, which would you choose?"

	"I... I guess my pussy." She pressed her crotch tightly
against the erection in my pants.

	"And what would you do for me?"

	"Do I have to say it?" she said in a pleading voice.

	"Yes," I replied.

	"I would suck your cock and... "

	"Yes?"

	"And lick your balls... even your asshole if you want me to."
Her face was really red now.

	"Undo my belt buckle and unzip my trousers, Samantha. Take my
cock out and look at it." She licked her lower lip, sensuously, as she
slid her body down mine until she was kneeling on the floor in front
of me.

	There was a wild, wanton look on her face. The thought passed
my mind for the briefest of seconds that I had created an insatiable
monster these past few days. She seemed always ready for getting it on
now, alone or in front of others, with me or with one of my friends
(male or female).

	Before touching the belt, she leaned forward and kissed the
area of the pants that bulged with my manhood. "I love to see your
cock, your beautiful cock," she sighed as she moved her fingers to my
belt buckle and deftly undid it. The waist button was next. Then,
using the fingers of her left hand to hold the waist band in place,
she drew the zipper down with her right hand, slowly freeing my cock
from the tight confinement of my trousers.

	"And what do we have here?" she smiled, parting the front
halves of my pants and pulling them over my hips and then down my
legs, leaving me clad in a shirt and underpants. I looked down at her;
her eyes were fixed on the swelling in my shorts. The palms of her
hands went to my hips. She licked her lips again.

	"An old friend of yours," I said.

	"A close friend of mine," she retorted.

	"How do you greet closed friends?"

	"Mmm," she sighed, "with a kiss... with a nice, soft kiss... "

	She moved her fingers to the waist band of my shorts and
slowly drew the material over the head of my skyward pointing cock,
only far enough to expose the flared cockhead, red and waiting.

	She leaned her head forward and planted a soft, dispassionate
kiss on the exposed cockhead, a kind of "How-nice-to-see-you-again"
kiss. She then pulled her head back and, staring right at my tumescent
member, slowly drew the shorts all the way down, pulling them from
side to side until they rested at my thighs, the moved them the rest
of the way down in one smooth motion. I stepped out of the pants and
shorts which had encircled my feet and kicked the clothes to the side.

	I felt really sexy, standing in front of Samantha with my
shirt-tail to either side of my standing sword. The way she
affectionately stared at it made me feel good. "You have a beautiful
cock," she whispered.

	"Thank you."

	"You know, if we weren't such good friends, I would pay you
good money to let me suck it for you."

	"How much?" I laughed.

	"It's priceless," she sighed.

	"I'll have it bronzed," I quipped.

	"Oh, no! It wouldn't be the same. It's not only the hardness,
it's the texture, the color, the feel... "

	"Still, it's only a cock. There are millions of others like
it."

	"Mmm. But this one is my cock!" She grasped the middle of the
shaft in the palm of her right hand and squeezed it, causing the head
to flare even more.

	"Look how red it gets when I squeeze it!"

	"I guess that's sort of normal, Samantha."

	"Does it stay all red like that when it's in my mouth... or my
pussy... or my... ass... ?"

	"I really can't say, and I don't know if there's really a way
to find out. I mean, I can't see it when it's inside you."

	"Do you think if I sucked on it a little, and then pulled it
out - real quick - if it was red when I pulled it out it would have
been red when it was inside my mouth?"

	I was beginning to become impatient with her joking around.
"Why don't you just try it," I said, trying to sound as exasperated as
possible.

	"My, aren't we becoming testy," she said with just a slight
smile.

	"I hate to waste a hard-on," I said.

	Samantha looked lovingly at the still erect shaft. "It will
never go to waste as long as I'm around." She looked up at me, with
those puppy-dog eyes of hers, which seemed more full of the devil now
than I had ever seen.

	She licked her lips, sensuously. I gulped, anticipating that
those thick lips soon be wrapped around my cock. Her gaze went on for
several moments. Finally, I lost my patience.

	"Suck me, please," I begged.

	"I thought you'd never ask," she said with a broad smile,
pulling the cockhead down until it was almost perpendicular to my
body. I watched her lips form the familiar `O' I longed for. I wanted
to plunge myself into her, but decided to wait and let her do all the
work. After all, I had waited long enough.

	The wait, dear reader, was more than worth it. I don't know
whom she had been practicing on, and I didn't care. I just closed my
eyes and enjoyed the pure, sweet ecstasy of the moment. She began with
something she never done before - using the tip of her tongue to rim
my pee-hole.

	She continued that for about a minute, changing only the
amount of pressure she applied to the endeavor or the rhythm of her
tongue, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Finishing that, she began
sucking the entire cockhead, once more varying the pace of her
actions. Sometimes, she sucked so hard on the morsel of meat her
cheeks were almost completely caved in. The feeling was utterly
fantastic.

	She stopped for a moment, letting my cock slide our of her
mouth, across her lower lip, where I watched a thin strand of her
saliva jump from her lip to my cock. She looked up at me again. "You
like?"

	"I like," I replied. "I like very much."

	She simply smiled and opened her lips once more. This time she
drew the penis all the way inside her mouth, coating it with a copious
amount of her saliva. At the same time, she placed her fingers under
my balls, cupping them gently, feeling their weightiness, balancing
one and then the other. Then she did something else she had never done
- she took the cock out of her mouth and went right for my left
testicle, sucking it softly into her mouth and running the tip of
tongue all over it. I groaned loudly from the pure pleasure of her
action.

	Having devoured one testicle, she went to work on the other,
sucking it back and forth, teasing it with her tongue, nibbling on it
ever so gently. Then she got brave - she opened her mouth as wide as
she could and took my entire sack inside it, resuming her sucking and
licking, working the tip of her tongue between the testicles. She kept
it up for a good five minutes, non-stop, while I reveled in the
absolute sexual enjoyment of it.

	When she stopped and looked up at me once more, I am certain
she could tell I was beside myself. "You're fucking fantastic!" I
gasped.

	"Turn around!" she commanded. Her face had a look of pure
desire.

	I turned, showing her my hairy butt. I could feel her eyes on
my nakedness. "Bend over a little and spread your cheeks apart!" she
ordered.

	I opened my legs a bit more, for balance, then bent at the
waist and moved my hands to my backside. She had never seen my most
private area, nor had she expressed any interest in it, at least up
until now. I felt funny, prying my ass cheeks apart, exposing my anus
to her.

	"Hold still," she whispered, then moved her head forward and
began kissing, ever so softly, the inside of the splayed crack of my
ass, being careful to avoid, at least for the present, the puckered
ring so near her lips. She used her tongue to lick the entire length
of my crack, back and forth, perhaps a dozen or more times, each time
stopping just short of the anus. She seemed to be working up the nerve
to do something she had never done before (though Cathy had already
done it to her).

	Her tonguing of my ass crack would have been enough if she lad
lost her nerve. I could have turned and pulled her up to me, pulled
her panties down, and stuck it to her. That alone would have been most
enjoyable. I had almost given up on a rim job when Samantha reached
around to my front and grasped my cock, slowly stroking it. Almost
simultaneously, she pursed her lips and surrounded my anus with them.
I moaned loudly. The feeling was stupendous!

	At first, she merely kissed the puckered opening, building up
more of her nerve with each passing moment. My continuous moans told
her I was really enjoying her work. The dual sensation of a hand job
and an anal kiss was as pleasurable a time I had had sexually in many
years. I didn't want it to ever stop. But the best was yet to come!

	Samantha's tongue moved out of her mouth slowly, almost
imperceptibly. It took me several seconds to realize that the tip of
her tongue was actually tickling my anus. Her movements were subtle,
calculated to increase my pleasure by the tiniest of degrees. Had she
just plunged her tongue into me, the sensations wouldn't have been so
agonizingly wonderful. What she was doing was leading me, in her own
way, millimeter by millimeter, into an ecstasy I had never known.

	Then she did another thing that no woman had ever done to me
until now - she actually sucked my anus into her mouth!

	"AHHHHHHHH!" I cried out.

	The feeling was exquisite, exquisite beyond any words I can
use to describe it. I know she had never done this to anyone, yet the
pleasures she was giving me paled before everything else that had ever
happened to me sexually.

	When she began to slowly work the tip of tongue into the
center of my anal opening, to begin the actual rimming of my asshole,
I thought I would faint from the sheer enjoyment of it. I could
actually feel my ring expanding as her tongue went deeper and deeper
into me. Women had tried to do similar things to me in the past, but
none came close to what Samantha was doing to me now.

	Not satisfied with having penetrated me, she soon began
pistoning her tongue in and out of my anus with varying rhythms and
speeds. I derived the greatest pleasure when she kind of wiggled her
tongue as it moved forward into my lower rectum.

	She was insatiable once more, unrelenting in her desire to
feed her tongue into my greedy asshole. I knew the exquisite pleasures
she was giving me, from front and back, would soon take their toll,
and it did.

	"Samantha! I'm going to come!" I cried.

	Instead of relaxing, she pumped my cock faster and drove her
tongue further into me than I would have thought possible. I shall
never forget the unbelievable feeling of my asshole contracting around
her tongue as I came in torrents, spilling my sperm on the linoleum
floor below.

	Having spent, I literally dropped to the floor in a tired
heap, completely exhausted.

	Samantha excused herself and went to the bathroom, where she
cleaned up and returned. She had taken the time to fix herself up,
straightening out her sweater, re-fastening her bra, and pulling her
skirt back into place. I started to get up, but she knelt beside me
for a briefly and whispered in my ear, "You're not done yet." Her
breath smelled of mouthwash.

	I turned over on my back, wearing only my shirt, my cock at
half- staff. She smiled as she cradled my head in her right arm.

	"I'm not done yet," I repeated, my face turning quizzical.

	"Don't you have something for me?" she whispered.

	"Like what?"

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Samantha's Awakening (FM, anal, oral, bfsm) [3/3]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 02:31:44 GMT

			       Samantha
			      Part Three

	If my hand stroking my now almost fully erect penis was a
catalyst for more sex, my tongue was the bait, and Samantha knew it.
Ever so slowly, without taking her eyes from my masturbatory
activities, she began to lower her ass and crotch closer and closer to
my face as she worked herself into a squatting position. Her widening
legs pulled the pantie crotch out of her cuntal crack and spread the
reinforced silk to either side of her crotch. Only a few dark brown
curls peeked out of the sides of the white material.

	"Move your hand faster," she husked. "I like to watch you jerk
off."

	I obeyed her, increasing the speed of my hand on my shaft, not
feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment. To the contrary, I kind of
enjoyed putting on a little show for her. If that's what turned her
on, I would do it forever. She moved her crotch even closer to my
waiting face, stopping sort of plastering me with her sex. I could
smell her now, that familiar odor of pungent womanhood I had come to
love.

	"Is your tongue still out?" she asked, unable to see my face
anymore with her skirt in the way.

	"Yes," I replied.

	"Good, don't move it. I am going to fuck your tongue," she
whispered.

	I was somewhat surprised by her crudity, but anything that
Samantha said or did now. She reached her left hand between her
squatting legs and grasped the edge of her crotch with her fingers. In
one quick motion, she pulled the panty crotch to the other side,
baring her curls and the pink, gaping slit. The entrance to her
moisture-laden vagina was wide-open and inviting. I continued
stroking my tumescent cock.

	"What do you want to do to me?" she asked.

	"I want to eat you."

	"What do you want to eat?"

	I could tell she wanted me to talk dirty to her. I could
almost tell by the sound of her voice when needed a little vocal
stimulation. "I want to eat your pussy."

	"Where does your tongue go?"

	"In your cunt. In your beautiful cunt," I replied.

	"Where else?"

	I gulped. She was leading me on now. "In your ass, if you want
me to." Since she had already done it to me, reciprocating might be
fun. "Do I have a choice?"

	"No," she replied. "The choice is mine. Your choice was to
bring me here this weekend and turn me inside out. I'm a totally
different woman now than I was two days ago. There is nothing I
wouldn't do."

	Whatever her choice was, I wanted her to make it soon. Her
womanly smells were intoxicating me; I was like a dog in heat.

	"Let me suck your cunt, Samantha!" I pleaded.

	In an instant, she smothered me with her hairy crotch,
pressing her sex against my face, covering my nose and lips and cheeks
with the copious flows of her cunt. I shoved my tongue into her vagina
like a man possessed. She screamed out loud and began moving her
crotch in a slow, sexy, circular motion over my ensconced tongue,
spreading more of her juices over my face.

	As I felt for every nook and cranny inside the warm, dark
opening, I felt her unbuttoning my shirt. As I tongued her for all I
was worth, she pulled my shirt to the side, having unbuttoned it
completely, and began scratching my chest lightly with her
fingernails. I knew I couldn't come again, so soon, but I stroked my
cock frantically, knowing Samantha was watching my every move.

	It was one of the most pleasant pussy-eating experiences I had
ever known. Samantha continued to churn her crotch over my face while
I tongued her slit with increasing vigor and enthusiasm, causing her
to make all sorts of animalistic sounds.

	Then, almost as soon as it had started, it stopped. Samantha
pushed herself into a standing position and moved off slightly to the
side, removing the glorious worms-eye view I had had of her now
steaming crotch. Her completely flushed face was somewhat contorted;
I could almost see her mind racing with sexual thoughts.

	"Follow me!" she ordered, then turned and walked toward the
living room.

	Shedding my shirt which she had thoughtfully unbuttoned, I
followed her. Her skirt had fallen back into place; I admired the way
it fit over her tight little ass. I felt odd, me being entirely naked
and her being entirely clothed, as we moved into the living room.

	As she turned to face me, I stopped. Her eyes darted
immediately to my erection.

	"Come closer to me," she commanded.

	I felt like I was completely under her power. As I neared
her, she brought her eyes to my face. Our eyes met. Using only my
thoughts, hoping that somehow she could read my mind, I told her I
wanted to fuck her brains out. Her lips broke into an understanding
smile.

	"Strip me," she said. "Make me naked for you."

	I wasted no time in moving my hands to the bottom of her
sweater. I drew it swiftly upward, over her head, then up and over
her raised hands. Throwing it on a nearby chair, I turned my
attention back to her. I had seen sexier bras, and I had seen cups
that were filled much more, but Samantha knew how much I adored her
bite-sized breasts and super-sensitive nipples.

	I moved closer to her and put my arms around her back, quickly
locating the hooked strap. In the process, my erection brushed lightly
against her skirt-covered thigh. I fumbled slightly with the catch,
then finally unhooked it.

	Samantha's girlish tits sprang into view as she bra slid down
her arms onto the floor, falling like a handkerchief. Her pink nipples
were already elongated, looking so inviting in the center the darker
areoles. I wanted to suck them immediately, but wanted her naked even
more.

	The denim skirt had no belt. There was a button just under her
tummy and a zipper beneath, somewhat like a man's. I put one hand
inside the waist band of the skirt as Samantha obligingly held her
stomach in, while I used my free hand to unbutton and unzip her. The
material parted into a wide `V', exposing her upper abdomen and the
top of her white panties. I pushed the skirt downward, over her hips,
past the bikini-styled undies, then watched it fall of its own accord
in a circle around her feet.

	When my cock accidentally brushed against Samantha's now bare
thigh, she looked up at me and grinned, sheepishly.

	"It gets in the way sometimes," she said with a slight smile,
lowering her head to gaze upon it once more.

	I admired the fullness of her pubic region, how her mons
veneris seemed to fill her panties so completely. She was one of the
few women I had known who really knew how to carry themselves when
they were naked. It was perfectly natural to her that I placed my
thumb inside the waistband of her tightly clinging silky-whites and
drew them over her hips. I knelt I one knee to complete the task of
lowering them to her feet where she helped me shed them for her.

	I remained kneeling, for the moment, my face inches from
Samantha's now naked abdomen, and gazed upon the delicate beauty of
the thick patch of dark brown curls which adorned her pubic region. I
felt her hand touch the top of my head and thought she was going to
pull my face into the curly forest. Surely she knew I was admiring her
treasures there.

	Instead, she whispered, "Stand up, I want to feel you next to
me."

	We had one thing in common - an appreciation of the joy one
feels when one naked person embraces a similarly undressed person. The
feeling of thigh meeting thigh, the hardness of the erection against
the softness of the female abdomen, the sensation of a woman's pubic
hairs pressing against your leg, the joy of her breasts flattened
against your chest, gave strong sexual urges to the both of us.

	"I love you," I whispered. It was the first time I had told
her so.

	"I love you, too." We kissed, timidly at first, then with
increasing intensity as we pushed our abdomens into one another's.

	"I like you naked," I said into her mouth, not even breaking
the kiss.

	"You're so hard!" she husked, pressing her pubis even harder
into mine in order to punctuate her statement. "I want you to fuck me
so bad."

	"Let's go to the sofa," I suggested.

	"I want you to do something first."

	"What's that?"

	"Do you remember what Cathy did to me?"

	"You mean last night?"

	"Yes," she demurely replied, her head lowered in
embarrassment.

	"How could I forget," I said.

	"Would you do that for me, too? I think I would like that."
She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them. It was a sensual
gesture, partly out of shyness.

	"You mean to spank you or to use my tongue on your anus?"

	Samantha blushed, profusely. Her eyes looked pensive. "How
about both?" she finally blurted.

	I smiled. "If you want me to."

	"I want," she said, her voice soft as the morning. "I'm clean
there; I washed extra good all over when I took a shower earlier."

	"I wasn't worried about it," I said with a slight smile.

	She broke our embrace and turned 180 degrees, facing away from
me. It was obvious that she wanted me to examine the cute little buns
that I would soon be enjoying. "Kneel on the sofa cushion," I
implored, then watched her walk on padded feet to the velvet-cushioned
settee. Her ass looked particularly inviting as she mounted the sofa,
planting her knees on the cushion.

	She turned her head to the side and looked back at me. "Like
this?" she asked.

	"Poke your buns out more," I suggested. "That's it... and open
your legs just a little... Good... Oh, Samantha, your ass is
exquisite."

	She giggled like a teenager. "Are you sure you want to go
through with this, David?"

	"I'm sure," I replied. "Open yourself up for me."

	She threw a furtive glance my way as I moved closer to her, my
hard-on raging. "You mean... "

	Interrupting her in mid-sentence, I said, quite firmly, "I
mean spread your ass cheeks - now!"

	She blushed once more, turning her head away from me, facing
the front. Her hands moved to her delectable buns. She mumbled
something unintelligible as she used four fingers of each hand to pry
apart the two globes. There was her anus once more, round, puckered,
crinkled, light pink in color. It seemed so tight, I wondered how I
was ever able to take her there last night.

	"This is a little embarrassing," she said with a nervous
twinge in her voice.

	"You weren't embarrassed when Cathy opened you up back there.
I got a real nice view then, you know."

	She giggled nervously again. "It's a little different when
someone is standing directly behind you with a big erection."

	I laughed. "Do you want me to fuck you there again?"

	"Mmm. What a nice idea! But I would like you to do some other
things first."

	My mind raced. "Like what?"

	"Do you remember how Cathy spanked me?"

	"Of course."

	"I want you to make it hurt even more."

	I looked at her, wide-eyed. "She was spanking you pretty hard.
It would be difficult for me to... "

	"You have a belt on your pants?" she interrupted.

	I couldn't believe my ears. "Yes," I replied.

	"Use it!" she begged.

	At first I thought she was kidding, but the look in eyes, that
assertive glance, told me different. "You want me to whip you with my
belt?" I asked, somewhat incredulously.

	"If you don't want to... "

	"Oh, no," I interjected. "I just wanted to understand what you
were saying."

	"If I need to make it more obvious, I will. I want you to use
you belt on my ass. Double it up in your fist and wail away. I really
want you to, David." She was doing more than pleading, she was
begging. I bent down and picked up my pants, then drew the leather
belt through the loops.

	Samantha looked back at me, still blushing, as I doubled the
inch-wide leather in my hand.

	"How hard?" I asked.

	"As hard as you want," she husked.

	"What if the others come in?"

	She smiled, wickedly. "Won't they be surprised!!!" She arched
her back and presented her lovely buns. They were mine to do whatever
I wanted with.

	I watched Samantha bite her lower lip, nervously. She looked
at me once more. "Don't hold back," she whispered. "I want it to
hurt."

	I had no idea how badly she wanted it to hurt. When I drew my
arm back and gave her what I thought was a fairly good whack with the
leather belt, right across the center of her ass, she jumped slightly
and gave out with a quick, shrill cry. Her buns rippled slightly, and
a red welt appeared instantly.

	"Mmm, that's nice," she said, quite matter-of-factly. "Can you
do it a bit harder?"

	"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.

	"It gives me a nice glow, David. It doesn't hurt that bad; it
sort of hurts nice," she laughed.

	She had to be serious. She really didn't want me to hold back.
My fear of hurting her too much was pretty much overcome by her
seeming indifference to the first stroke against her split pumpkin.
"If I didn't double it up, it would sting like hell," I told her.

	"No, not yet. Work me up to it, slowly. Show me how strong you
are with the belt like that first."

	"All right. It's your rear end." I reached back and gave her
another good, hard lash. The loud crack of leather against flesh
resounded throughout the room. She screamed again, louder this time. I
knew it had to have hurt her more than the first one.

	She was breathing quite heavily now, waiting for the pain in
her ass cheeks to turn to the glowing tingle she yearned for. "That's
better," she said, taking a deep breath and then letting it out.
"Whew! What a glow!"

	"Your buns are starting to turn red as a beet," I said.

	"I know. I can feel the heat! I hope you're enjoying this as
much as I am."

	I admitted to myself that it was sort of fun letting out some
of pent- up aggressions and nervousness. "I hope you don't get mad at
me later for doing this."

	Samantha laughed. "The only time I'll get mad is if you get
wimpy or scared and start to hold back. Can you do it just a teensy
bit harder?"

	"You're a glutton for punishment," I quipped.

	"I guess I am. Turn up the heat, baby!"

	This time I held nothing back, driving the belt across her
lower ass with such force that as she screamed she lunged forward into
the sofa. Her ass rippled like crazy. She quickly brought the palms
of her hands to the glowing fire at her backside, trying to rub and
soothe the pain away.

	"Oh, that one hurt!" she blurted.

	"I was afraid it was getting too much," I said apologetically.

	"Hey, who said it was too much. That's just about right.
You're not going to believe this, but that last one made me cum just a
little. This is fantastic!"

	"What kind of a monster have I created this weekend?"

	Samantha laughed, despite the pain that was still burning her
buttocks.

	"A very sexual one," she replied. "Of course, if you can't do
it, there's always Steve... "

	I think she made the last comment to stir me up. She was
really asking for it now. Without telling her, I let the belt loop
drop from my hand, watching the double strand become one. I knew this
one would sting like hell. "Move your hands away from your ass!" I
ordered.

	Even as she moved her hands off of her gorgeous ass, I was
moving my arm back and taking aim at the delectable, perfectly rounded
globes. This time I heard the belt whistle through the air just
before it landed sharply across the sensitive backs of her thighs. The
crack of leather against skin and ear-piercing scream melded into one.
The force of the stroke caused her to fall on her side crying
"AHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" between labored breaths.

	"Do you still want Steve?" I shouted over her cries.

	"I was just kidding. OH! My legs are on fire! OH! That one
hurt like hell!"

	I think I was finally getting to her. She wasn't nearly as
uppity now. I was in control of the situation at last. "Get back up on
your knees. Present yourself!" I commanded.

	She literally dragged herself back to a kneeling position,
then bent at the waist and arched her back, raising her ass invitingly
upward once more. The last stroke had left an ugly red welt across the
backs of her thighs.

	"Do you want more?" I shouted.

	"I... I don't know. It hurts like the dickens," she whimpered.

	I figured she had had enough. There would be other times for
me to test her threshold of pain. I knew what she liked now, what she
needed. My erection needed something of its own right now. I moved
directly behind her.

	"Open your legs wider!"

	Obediently, she spread her legs wider, gaping her fig. "You're
not going to whip my pussy!" she cried.

	"I should, to teach you a lesson, but I have other plans for
you. Reach back between your legs with your hand."

	I watched her hand pop out between her parted legs. I bent my
knees slightly and eased my cock into her waiting fingers. She grasped
me tightly, then stroked the tumescent pole.

	"I love your cock," she husked.

	"Put it in your cunt," I demanded. It was the first time she
had ever heard me refer to her sex in such vulgar terms.

	"I'd like for you to do my ass," she begged.

	"I intend to. I need your pussy for lubrication. Put it in!"

	Samantha pulled the phallus toward her gaping pussy, centered
it beneath her vagina, then helped me ease it into her. Her hole was
as hot as I'd ever known it!

	"Oh, David, that feels nice! I want you deep inside me, baby.
All the way in!"

	I shoved myself all the way inside her, to the hilt, pressing
my pubic hairs against hers, allowing them to mingle with hers,
working my pubic bone against her clitoral area. She pushed her sex
against me, straining to arouse her clit. I pumped her, slowly at
first, then increased the rhythm, then decreased it. Sometimes I
shoved it deep inside and held it there while she bucked her vagina up
and down on it, while other times I rode the crest of her undulating
hips as we fucked in unison.

	The weekend had changed Samantha. She was no longer reticent
about saying what she wanted or doing things she probably would not
have dreamed of doing only a few weeks ago. Our relationship had
changed also. I knew now that she would find nothing wrong with my
making love to some other girl in front of her, nor would I find fault
if she wanted to screw my best friend.

	We both knew we would always come back to each other. As I
fucked her, I felt a closeness that I hadn't felt in a long, long
time.

	"Are you going to fuck my ass, or not?" she said with a slight
laugh, but I knew she wasn't kidding.

	"What's your hurry? You feel great right here!" I exclaimed,
stuffing her box once more, knowing that my teasing her would make her
want me in her other opening all the more.

	"You promised, David," she husked as her breathing became
conspicuously heavier. She was almost begging.

	"Reach back and open yourself up for me," I ordered, then
watched her hands move to her lower ass cheeks and obediently pry the
two halves apart, exposing the crinkled `O' to my leering eyes.

	"More," I insisted. "The wider you spread, the better I'll
make you feel."

	She felt no inhibitions whatsoever about showing me her most
private of areas. She seemed eager to put her anus on display, and did
she ever!

	Using primarily the middle fingers of each hand, she pressed
into either side of the rosebud and spread the petals apart. "Like
this?" she asked.

	"That's nice, Samantha. I like that. I've never seen you so
open."

	"I'm opening it for your cock, David. Your beautiful,
beautiful cock. It's hungry for you inside there. Please put it in.
Please!"

	I withdrew my glistening manhood from Samantha's steaming
pussy while she continued to expose my next target. I moved the head
of my cock between the widely opened ass cheeks and touched the
splayed anus with the cockhead. "AHHH!" cried Samantha at the first
touch of my member there.

	"It seems awful tight," I said.

	"I can take it. I don't care if it hurts. Just put it in
slowly. Oh, yes... slowly... AHHHH! I can feel it going inside me,
David!" I began taking her asshole, millimeter by millimeter. "UH! It
hurts just a little!"

	"Do you want me to stop?"

	"No! Please!" she cried simultaneously with a loud breath.
"Just keep easing it like you are. OH! It feels so big, so fucking
big!"

	I watched the cockhead slowly move into the expanding
sphincter, while Samantha moaned and groaned. She kept her hips quite
still, making me do all the work. Finally, I saw the head become
completely swallowed by the tight anal mouth. "The head is in!" I
triumphantly exclaimed.

	"Oh, shit, does that feel good! Even the pain feels good,
David. It hurts so nice! How does it feel to you, baby?"

	"Tight, tight, tight!" I continued my upward pressure, feeling
the anus tighten its grip on me as my shaft inched into the
sensational opening. Samantha was beside herself once more, making
those purely animalistic sounds I had come to learn were the
precursors of a building orgasm. I was half-way in now, and she was
moaning softly, from deep within her throat.

	The remaining part of the journey deep into Samantha's soft-
tissued rectum was a piece of cake. With the sphincter relaxing with
each passing moment, the path yielded no resistance. Still, she did
not move, allowing me the pleasure of filling her completely before
doing anything herself. The excursion into her ass was pure ecstasy!
Before I knew it, my pubic hairs were pressing flat against her anal
region.

	"It's in all the way, Samantha," I said with a sound of
satisfaction in my tone.

	"I can't tell you how fucking good it feels. Oh, baby! I never
knew it could be like this!"

	I felt her anus contract once or twice around the shaft. "Mmm,
I like that," I whispered.

	"David, I want to try something. Do you know how I can sort of
milk your cock with my pussy? You know, squeezing it while you're
inside me?"

	"Yes."

	"I want to try it with my ass. It might even be easier because
I can squeeze you tighter with my anus."

	Who was I to argue with such logic. "What do you want me to
do?" I asked.

	"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am going to do it all for
you."

	She let go of the cheeks she had been spreading, letting the
soft flesh encompass my ensconced prick.

	"Just stay perfectly still and enjoy."

	And enjoy I did! During the next five or ten minutes, Samantha
treated me to the most fantastic sex I had ever known! As I remained
unmoving, she started to work her impaled ass over my cock, up and
down, from side to side, back and forth, in a slow, sexy circular
pattern, all the while expanding the rubbery portal which had now
accommodated my phallus.

	Then she did something no woman had ever done to me - she
worked the shaft all the way into her hot rectum and, once she had
done that, began contracting the anal muscle upon it with ever
tightening grips.

	To make matters ever better, she began contracting her anus
like that in sensual movements all the way up the shaft, using an
upward shifting of her hips to kind of draw me into her slightly, and
then milking the sword with her contractions. It was like a blow job
with her asshole! The sensations, as she moved her tightening anus
upward, were, to put it mildly, unfuckingbelievable!

	I had thought she had done everything to me that could be done
until she found my cockhead with her anus. The milking stopped and the
nibbling began! She worked the elastic hole over the head with such
perfect control I might have thought she was using her lips instead of
her asshole. Little by little, her efforts began to throw me into a
tizzy.

	"I'm going to come, Samantha!" I shouted.

	"Okay, baby! I'll help you. Let it happen! Come inside my ass!
I want to feel it inside me!"

	She worked her nibbling asshole around me and simultaneously
began to slowly piston herself upon my engorged cock, moving up and
down over the imbedded member while tightening and loosening her
sphincter. That did it!

	With a loud "AHHHHHH!" I exploded into her in jet after jet of
sweet, glorious cum as I coated the soft rectal tissues with my hot
sperm. We both fell onto the sofa, on our sides, with my cock still
in her ass. Every once in a while, as I slowly came down from the
greatest sexual high I had ever known, Samantha would tighten her
sphincter around my deflating member, a gentle reminder of what she
had just done to me. I embraced her like that, in spoon fashion, for a
long time, in silence, planting soft kisses on her neck as I cupped
her right breast in my hand and gently kneaded the pliant flesh.

	Like the other night, my cock sort of plopped out of her ass
from sheer exhaustion. It was a signal for her to turn her body all
the way around until we were facing each other. She plastered the
front of her warm body against mine, throwing her arms around my back
and squeezing me tightly.

	I looked into her expressive, puppy-dog eyes. She didn't have
to tell me how much she had enjoyed our last scene; it was written all
over her face. With the fingertips of my right hand, I smoothed away
some hair from her brow.

	"You're fantastic," I whispered.

	Samantha smiled. "I'm still tingling inside my ass. Even my
pussy remembers you," she laughed.

	"I hope so," I smiled.

	"You can do anything you want to me, David. Anything. Any time
you want. My ass, my pussy, my mouth - they're yours."

	I felt her breasts flattened against my chest. She began
lightly scratching the back of my neck with her fingernails, then
pressed her pubis into mine, entwining our hairs there.

	"And you can do anything you want to me, Samantha. You don't
have to ask. If you feel like doing it, anywhere, just do it."

	"Won't the supermarket manager get upset?" she laughed.

	"Only because he's not getting any!"

	"Mmm," she said with a bright, sexy smile, "Maybe I'll have to
give him some!"

	I laughed. "As long as I get mine first."

	"And last... " she whispered, moving her soft lips to mine and
kissing me with a warm, gentle, passion that belied her more
aggressive sexuality, but gave evidence of her love for me.

	It was a weekend we would never forget.

			       The End