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I gunned the Porsche Carrera up the freeway out of Honolulu, past Pearl City and on towards mom’s beautifully secluded home just past Waimea Bay.

Seated beside me, Sharon’s dark hair streamed behind her, jet-black and gleaming in the strong tropical sun, her upper body bare save for a tiny little black PVC bikini top that attracted lots of stares from truckers and SUV drivers as we roared past them back on the busier part of the freeway.

My lovely little bikini model lover was wearing a pair of denim cut-away hot pants and high heels. It was all that I could do during the drive north to keep my hands away from her, the tempting little tart!

It had been four weeks since Karla, my still hugely attractive 50-year-old mom, had taken scores of photos of me and Sharon for her new series of paintings and now we were on the way to her North Shore beach home to enjoy a “sneak” preview.

“You don’t need to bring bikinis,” said Karla, “my pool is totally secluded, as you know, and I thought we’d go nude.”

“Oh yes, and you’ll be able to ogle my little darling, eh Karla?” I laughed, when we had spoken the day before.

“No way, Sharon and I will wear bikinis and we’ll be keeping ‘em on!” Fat chance, and I knew it, but what the hell, I thought I’d put up some token resistance.

I steered the Carrera into Karla’s courtyard and as I did, the security gateway behind us swung across, making the property inaccessible. Mom values her privacy.

It was a lovely property, overlooking the fabulous and famous stretch of Oahu’s surf coast, but the pool was surrounded by a high fence and at such a level that neighbours on each side could not pry on the area. Which was just as well!

Sharon and I walked into the house, and Karla greeted us with warm hugs. They had to be warm because she had obviously been lying out in the sun, her naked upper body was smelling of coconut oil, her 40-inch breasts swinging lush and free, her nipples huge, her areolae stunning.

Sharon, I noted, rubbed her equally stunning 36-inch PVC-covered breasts against mom’s with obvious relish! Karla’s pussy region was covered by a tiny little red g-string, which contrasted erotically with her chocolate brown skin.

“Thank heavens you’re here,” said Karla, “it means we can crack open a bottle of Dom.” From her hugely spacious and hugely expensive kitchen area, she fetched a bottle of Dom Perignon and produced three flutes.

After pouring, Karla clinked glasses with Sharon and me and announced: “Here’s to a successful preview and a good sale!”

We drank, then Karla said: “Into your bikinis, ladies and we’ll go see the paintings.” Sharon stepped out of her cut offs in a flash, revealing a matching PVC thong, which gleamed over her lovely prominent pudenda.

I pulled off my T-shirt and shorts to display my 38-inchers covered by a snazzy little white bikini top, which went superbly with the chocolate skin I’d inherited from mom. Matching briefs, thong-style completed my outfit. We’d both kicked off our high heels at the door.

Mom then led the way into her display studio, where three canvasses, draped by large white sheets, stood in the center of the room. Karla walked to the first and whipped the sheet from it. Sharon gasped!

The picture was trademark mom! It stood as high as those which Sharon had seen back at my place, but since the subjects were two women, not one, they were a foot or more wider. Again, the subjects were in vivid colours, the backdrop totally white to enhance the effect made by the coloured models.

Sharon gazed at herself in the painting, standing beside me, her little red harem bra and harem pants, revealing her nipples and pussy. She looked docile, devoted and delicious, her lovely face turned to mine, regarding me with sweet submission.

I looked pretty darned dominating, too! I was clad in a black leather quarter-cup bra and my 38-inch breasts stood up firm and roundly inviting, the nipples as hard as ebony. I was leaning my elbow on Sharon’s shoulder, but ignoring her gaze, staring with a “Don’t dare fuck with me” look, straight out of the canvas.

My pussy was bare, the parts where my razor had shaved back my bristly dark hair leaving a darker hue to my skin. My piss flaps were plainly on view, and my shining black leather boots, which gleamed half-way up my thighs, added an air of domination to my clothing.

This was added to by the cruel leather lash I was holding in my right hand, its tip touching the floor, giving it a slight bend.

“Where’s my Muir cap?” I asked Karla, noting that she had omitted the little leather military cap I had worn in the photos she’d taken.

“I thought you looked menacing enough without it,” she replied.

I could see her point, I cut a pretty formidable figure!

“Does it have a title?” Sharon asked, in admiration.

“This one I call ‘Domme and sweety’, which I think sums you both up,” said Karla.

Then she threw back the sheeting from the middle picture, again producing a little gasp from my darling.

In this picture, Sharon was on her dainty little knees, slightly in profile, her face upturned and gazing at my snatch. I was also turned inward slightly, and I was laying the lash across her shoulder.

“This one’s called ‘Domme and subby’,” Karla informed us.

“It’s fucking beautiful, oh isn’t it beautiful, darling?” Sharon asked me.

“Yes, it’s very good,” I replied, “but the third one is the one I’m interested in. Unveil it, Karla!”

Mom stepped to the right of the third picture and drew back the sheet. As I expected, it surpassed the other two in sheer, graphic illustration of a domme and her slave.

Sharon was portrayed kneeling behind my arse, which was presented to her face. I had my back to the artist, but I was in slight profile so the bare globe of my left breast was depicted in all its lushness. Sharon, on the other hand, was not identifiable, thanks to the fact that her face was buried between my arse cheeks.

“And this one,” announced Karla, “I call ‘Domme and slutty’, and it’s my favourite!”

I grinned and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You’ve surpassed yourself, Karla,” I said, very pleased with the outcome.

“Ooooh, Karla, you’ve made me look so fuckin’ sensational, thank you so very much,” said Sharon, stepping into mom’s embrace and planting a long, lingering smooch on her mouth. Mom’s hands reached round and cupped her barely covered buttocks and kneaded them.

“Think you’ll get your asking price, mom?” I inquired, as the two finally broke apart.

Karla inclined her head. “I think my favourite benefactor will snap them up,” she said, “but you’ll get your money from the print sales. How are they going, by the way?”

Print sales, of course, are the icing on the cake in this business. Each of my mom’s paintings were also produced in colour prints, some quite large, and sold like hot cakes to people who couldn’t afford the usual $5000 asking price for the real thing.

“Your two latest, which Sharon saw back at the gallery, are selling well,” I answered. “Well, so much for the preview, now let’s get pissed!”

Out by the pool, the Dom chilling in an ice bucket, we lay on three recliners and luxuriated in the lovely Hawaiian sun – it may have been getting on for winter, but with a difference of only two degrees in warmth between high summer and the middle of winter, it’s always summer in Hawaii!

After the second bottle of Dom, I was feeling in need of a piddle, so I went upstairs to the bathroom, which is large enough to play a doubles final at the US tennis open! After doing my business, I stood and flushed the seat, then from the window above the seat, I looked down on the pool.

There, mom was working her wicked ways with my lovely little subby! Sharon was on mom’s recliner, her beautiful brown back and buttocks to me, her mouth working at Karla’s magnificent 40-inch tits! As she worked, I noticed mom slipping her hands down to Sharon’s hips to push the thong away from her.

Despite the fact that mom was seducing my lovely little trollop, I placed my fingers down the front of my bikini and found that I was aroused. I played with myself for a few moments, then saw that mom was obviously doing to Sharon what I was doing to myself!

It was time to return to the scene of the crime, but since I knew there was going to be action, I stepped out of my thong and threw my bra top on a chair in the lounge as I stepped back into the sunlight.

The situation, I saw, had now changed. Sharon, her breasts still in high-cupped uplift in her PVC top, was lying flat on the recliner, her thighs spread wide on its arms and Karla was hard at work with her mouth on Sharon’s pussy.

I walked across the warm tiles and stepped to the recliner, placed my feet on either side of its head and stared down at Sharon’s blissfully happy face. “So, when the cat’s away, eh?” I laughed, and lowered my streaming wet snatch onto Sharon’s mouth.

Her lovely lips and tongue were soon invading my cunt and anus, licking and lavishing love on me down there.

I let go the occasional sigh of ecstasy and that was the only sound by the pool, apart from the vaguely rumbling crash of the nearby surf. They had to be the only sounds, since Sharon’s and Karla’s mouths were both hard at work satisfying two wet pussies!

Then I could hold back no more and soon I was bucking and writhing on Sharon’s mouth as I heaved my way to a wonderful al fresco climax. I pulled off her sweating face just in time to allow her to articulate her pleasure as mom tongue drove her to maximum revs and brought the bikini model to orgasm.

I collapsed back on my recliner, sucked a nearly full flute of Dom down, then looked at Karla and Sharon. Karla pulled off her g-string, to reveal that lush pudenda I knew drove her girl friends wild and with a superb dive, she plunged into the water.

Sharon pulled off her PVC top and I noted with envy that her 36-inch beauties hardly sagged when the bra was removed! Then Sharon followed Karla into the pool. I made it three.

After towelling down, Karla announced: “Now we’ve broken the ice, as it were, I hope you don’t think me too bold to request an orgasm? I seem to be the odd one out, so far.”

I thought Sharon was going to come then and there as Karla pushed her gorgeous-firm, toned and tan body back onto the recliner and stood in the pose I had adopted not 20 minutes earlier.

As Karla lowered her pussy to my little slave’s mouth, I lifted Sharon’s thighs and placed them gently on the recliners’s padded arms.

Her musky charms awaited me, and I lapped her up, tasting the salty tang of her snatch, the arousing feminine aroma only slightly masked by the effects of the salt pool we had been plunging about in just minutes ago.

Soon mom was thrusting away to ecstasy, grunting and heaving as Sharon’s sensual mouth played on all of her face sitter’s lush charms, then I brought Sharon to a noisy completion soon afterwards.

After another brief dip, we towelled off and went into the kitchen for a naked lunch – another of Karla’s magnificent quiches, washed down with two bottles of some lovely and, I guessed, very expensive French white.

Karla then eyed me and Sharon and, typical mom, took charge: “Now, Darla, your lovely little girl here has been very naughty, hasn’t she?”

“That’s the pot calling the fuckin’ kettle black, mom,” I laughed. “It was you who pulled her thong off and started fingering her – I saw you from upstairs!”

Karla grinned, sheepishly, then responded: “Ah, yes, but you tend to forget Sharon was the one who went for my breasts first. So she was naughty first!”

I nodded in defeat.

“So I think we should punish her in my little play room, don’t you?” asked Karla.

Sharon looked at me with one of those “Please, please!” looks and I gave in.

“Oh, OK, but let’s not make it one of your marathon sessions, mom,” I relented. Sometimes mom liked to spend hours in her sumptuously-appointed games room with her submissive little girl friends!

Karla grinned: “We’ll call a halt as soon as Sharon’s had enough!”

I sighed: “That’s precisely what I’m worried about, Karla!”

In the large games room downstairs, kept at a comfortable temperature by the air conditioning that’s an essential in Hawaii, Karla settled herself down in a large easy chair and splayed her lovely large thighs across its arms. Her pussy, I could see, was already wet and inviting.

The seat of the chair was quite high, which was exactly why mom had chosen it. The height meant that Sharon could go into a crouch to place her face against mom’s pussy and would have to adopt a stance which would push her lovely naked tush out for the paddle, which I was already selecting from Karla’s equipment table.

I chose a lovely, bright red leather implement, the business end at least 12 inches long and some three inches deep. It looked as if it would deliver a pretty potent blow, and I wasn’t in the mood to spend hours dominating my lovely little subby in mom’s games room.

The sounds of Sharon’s busily-working mouth at mom’s snatch came to me as I returned to the pair, Karla’s eyes closed as she sat back and revelled in the delights the bikini model were delivering.

Then I started to do some delivering of my own, sweeping the paddle across the lovely cheeks of my lover. The paddle made a hugely satisfying “Thwaaaaack” sound as it hit, wobbling the 20-year-old’s cheeks in a wonderful way.

I’d hardly delivered a dozen strokes, before Karla was starting to articulate her delight in a much more vocal way than was possible poolside, due to the proximity of her neighbours. In her games room there was no need for such caution and mom took advantage of it.

As Sharon slaved away – pun intended – at Karla’s pussy, mom started to call out: “Suck me, subby, suck me, subby!” Sharon obliged, increasing the tempo of her oral adoration until with a keening cry of “Do it, subby Sharon, do it subby Sharon!” mom threshed wildly to a bucking, thrusting climax.

I dropped the paddle and knelt to kiss my adorable little lady’s backside as Sharon kept licking, her strokes getting slower and slower on Karla’s quim, now.

Then mom spoke up: “Thank-you so much, Sharon, that was absolutely exquisite, but then I’d expected as much from Darla’s reports on your expertise.”

Then I threw in my 50 cents’ worth: “And it sounded so fuckin’ lovely, Karla, I think it’s time I had a turn on that voracious little mouth. Your turn with the paddle, I think?”

Karla climbed out of her chair and bent to pick up the paddle. I spread my thighs over the arms and looked down at Sharon’s beautiful, sweat and pussy-stained face.

She looked so sweet as she buried her face in yet another wet, demanding pussy and started to send me to heaven. I lay back and writhed slowly on her mouth.

Karla was already sweeping the paddle against her magnificent bum in a slow but steady cadence. The paddle’s “Thwaaaack” sound on Sharon’s buttocks made the perfect accompaniment to the licking and laving she was performing on my gushing snatch.

Perhaps I could spend hours down here, after all!

To be continued.

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Guest of Honor: A Real Treat

After being asked to give a speech at the end of season tennis banquet at one of the local high schools I pondered what I would wear and what I would say to the young ladies on the team. Their coach had informed me that only the seven seniors would be attending the banquet along with her. I was nervous, the coach was gorgeous, in her early 40’s, sexy and oh so irresistible. I wanted to be a success and wondered if the athletes who were going to be in attendance would be every bit as sexy as their coach.

After taking a shower and putting on a bit of make-up, I looked through my clothes searching for what to wear. I chose a black nylon stretch bra, one that allows my curves to be shown and gives support while still allowing for a subtle bounce with each step. The lace accents along the top of the bra made me feel sexy. I then put on a black thong, with lace accents, and a little black bow in the middle of the waist band. I giggled a bit as I looked in the mirror at myself. I loved the way I looked in black underwear.

I then went to the closet and chose to wear my sage two-piece suit. I first slipped on the skirt, slowly sliding it up and over my hips, zipping the zipper in back and adjusting it until it fit just right. the skirt stopped just short of my knees, professional, yet sexy. I then grabbed the matching double-breasted jacket. Slipping into it, fastening the buttons, and adjusting myself so that it looked just right. I then slipped on a pair of low heel pumps, and walked to my upright mirror to make certain I looked just right for the evening ahead.

I imagined what it would be like standing in front of the girls and their coach, not wanting to appear stupid, or boring to them. I was learning to deal with my fear of speaking in front of an audience and knew a room with a few young ladies shouldn’t be a problem for me. I also found myself thinking about each of the athletes. I am bi-sexual, something I came to complete terms with my freshman year in the dorms on campus. These girls being seniors in high school, just three years younger than myself, would certainly be in the class of cute, but I wondered who was the prettiest.

As I drove to the banquet, I continued to hash out my speech, saying the usual things about being glad to be a the guest speaker, how much I enjoyed my days as a student athlete, the hard work put into it. All the basic things you hear during the coarse of a speech. I also thought about the girls, their coach, and how their eyes would be fixed to me the entire time I spoke. I felt both warm inside and a bit apprehensive.

When I arrived, I was immediately greeted by their coach, Bethany. She was gorgeous and dressed very formal, but sexy. She gave me a very nice tight hug and then thanked me for being on time. I then followed her into the room where the banquet was being held. I was the first to arrive and wondered where the girls were. She explained that she gave me an earlier time to arrive so that we could chat. As we talked she told me that each girl in attendance was a wonderful individual. Each having their own list of admirable characteristics that set themselves apart from the others. As she talked I couldn’t help but notice the way she seemed to talk about them in a manner far more personal than that of just a coach.

I was about to ask her a very personal question on the matter when in walked the first girl. Immediately Bethany stood up and introduced me to her. Before me stood Lisa, brown hair, extremely physically fit, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her tone, firm legs. I shook her hand as she smiled and blushed a bit. She was very cute, wearing a black pullover jumper, with a white short-sleeve tee beneath it. She had a nice amount of leg showing and I could only imagine what she had on beneath her outer clothing. She was so pretty with her hair pulled down, and I tried not to be to obvious in my glimpses of her. As we chatted I learned she also ran track, which explained why her legs looked so lovely. I longed to touch her sweet, tender body. My mind was full of ideas for the two of us.

Next to arrive was Keisha, a mixed oriental, she was very petite, and very pretty. Her body was compact and she had jet black hair that ran down her back. I was mesmerized by her beauty and as I looked her over, checking out her wonderful features I was amazed at how turned on I was getting. I tried to get a hold of myself, but it wasn’t easy for me to do. It didn’t help that Keisha was wearing a blue stretch blouse, and that she had left the top three buttons un-done. I couldn’t help but see her white lace bra beneath, and the cleavage from her wonderful little breasts. Her black skirt showed even more leg than Lisa’s, causing a flame to shoot through my body and end between my legs.

As I chatted about tennis and volleyball with Keisha, my attention shifted to yet another sexy young lady. Jackie stood before me with brown hair, a swimmer, and was owner of the perfect body. I remember her type from junior high and high school. She was the girl everyone looked at in the showers. We all wanted to be just like her. She was so sexy, and she knew it. Her confidence exited her body in her every motion. As I shook her hand I looked her over closely. She wore a pink sleeveless turtleneck and a white short skirt. I could see a subtle glimpse of her panties beneath, making me long to rip her clothes right off of her. Her pink bra strap was sliding down her arm and as she lifted her hand each time to place it back beneath her top, her belly, and more importantly her naval showed. I had the sudden urge to sprint to the restroom and fiddle myself before I met any more of the girls but more kept arriving.

In walked a blonde bombshell, with huge melons for tits. I wondered how she could possibly play tennis or any other sport without them getting in the way. The rest of her body was very attractive as well, but it was her tits that kept her a fan favorite. As I shook her hand she introduced herself as Cindy, and she had a great smile. She was wearing pink, sleeveless one piece outfit that showed off a lot of leg. The outfit zipped in back, the skirt falling over her nice round ass, and her bra, strapless, didn’t cover all of her breasts. A nice amount of cleavage was easily seen by all who looked. As she walked, I noticed that her panties made a V between her legs, making me long to see what she looked like in the raw.

As my mind raced out of control, in walked yet another lovely young lady. The coach whispered in my ear softly, “this one is family,” then introduced me to Tracie, a daughter of an in-law. She was so cute, long brown hair, pretty little doe eyes, and a track runner in the spring. She was so hot, her every expression making me long to just hug her for hours. She was the type of young lady you wanted to make love to and then just cuddle with for hours on end. I envisioned her in my arms, her every breath felt against my body as she slept in my arms. I couldn’t just shake her hand, I had to give her a nice squeeze. Amazingly she responded by opening her arms and gave me the hug I longed for. Her burgundy blouse, long-sleeved, top two buttons un-fastened, was made of silk, making her feel as if she hardly had a stitch of clothing on. The thin material allowed me to feel her wonderful curves pressed against me. Her skirt, a bit longer than the others, still showed off her sexy legs and her nice, perfect little ass. My panties were drenched, and I still had two girls to meet.

The girls coach just smiled at me, I was flustered and could hardly talk as in walked yet another sexy girl. Her name was Danielle, she was also a softball and volleyball player. She too had brown hair, and her build was slightly bigger than the rest. She had the large tits that so many softball players have. The ones that you long to take in your mouth and suck on for ever and a day. Her nipples stuck out in her pretty outfit, a green silk top, and a bra that had to be a thin fabric in content. Her nipples were large, and I longed to see more of them. She was wearing a black skirt, and her legs were tone, not quite as firm as the others, but still very pretty. My mind was full of nasty thoughts, and I shifted a little as I turned to meet the final young lady.

I was met by Allison, a slim girl with very long dark brown hair, firm tits, a truly sexy package. She had a one-piece, gray outfit that highlighted her wonderfully slim and tone body. Her bra strap was falling from her shoulder just a bit and I reached out and placed it back on her shoulder, quickly stating, “I hate it when that happens, hope you don’t mind me fixing it.” Her smile was a sweet as any I had ever seen and when I shook her hand I noticed she was trembling. I smiled and welcomed her, congratulating her on attending the banquet and being a student athlete. As I looked the girls over I knew there would be a sexy gal or two, but to meet seven of the prettiest girls at the tender age of 18, all in one night, that was more than I thought I could handle.

As I made my way to the table where the girls were sitting I chatted with their coach. I was asked if I liked what I saw and all I could do was shake my head up and down. I was internally trying to get a grip. I was having sexual overload, my mind and body racing wildly out of control. The night was no longer a simple dinner and a speech, it was much more. I excused myself from the table, walking to the bathroom, entering a stall, closing the door,lifting my skirt, lowering my panties, sitting down on the stool and relieving myself. I took several pieces of toilet paper, drying myself from both the urine I had secreted and the hot liquid of lust and desire that gathered in my panties from the sight of each sexy athlete I had just met.

As I flushed the stool, standing up and adjusting my apparel, in walked Bethany and asked if I was ok. I said I was and looked myself in the mirror. As I did, she moved behind me, placing her hand on my shoulder and moving in close to me, her breasts pressed against my back. Her hand slid down the front of my jacket and stopped directly at the top of my left breast. As she slowly slid her hand inside my jacket, she leaned forward with her head, planting a soft, wet kiss on my neck as her hand made contact with my right breast, giving a subtle squeeze. I moaned softly as she then leaned in and whispered in my ear, “The girls will do as you say, they love you, trust your instincts, that is why you are hear tonight.” With that she removed her hand, turned and walked out of the bathroom.

My hands fell forward, breathing heavy, I leaned against the counter, getting a grip on the situation. What did she mean by her comment. What was I to do, part of me wanted to run from the banquet, but the rest of me wanted to stay. I ran my hands through my hair, fixing it, then with a pull on my jacket, and a twist or two to my skirt, headed back to the dinner table. A few words were said and we got up, walked through the food line that was prepared earlier and then sat back down at the table.

The girls talked a bit as we ate, laughing and giggling as they talked amongst themselves. A few of them asked me some questions about my background and I tried to be as honest as possible. A couple of times I looked to their coach for encouragement, receiving a smile as if to say, “Your doing fine honey, just answer them, they like you.” I felt very confident and listened to each of them carefully as they chatted.

At the conclusion of dinner we got up, refilled our glasses and put our dishes on the table next to the buffet. We then walked to a row of chairs that were facing a podium. Bethany went to the podium and began to speak, She thanked each girl for coming, and told of my background in women’s tennis as well as the fact that I had ran track and cross-country in high school. The girls looked over at me as she spoke, each making me feel so wonderful inside. My mind drifted off to a place so full of fantasy, thinking of each of them. I hardly heard the coach’s request for me to stand and join her at the podium. I could hear a couple of girls giggle as I looked up a little flustered, trying to get a grip over my feelings and I stood and walked to the front.

As the coach made her way back to her seat, I waited for her to sit down. As I began my speech with the all to familiar, “I want to thank you for having me as your speaker…” I noticed that Bethany first crossed her legs, then un-crossed them, spreading them a bit wider than most would, letting me catch a glimpse of her panties beneath. I thought to myself, stumbling through a couple of words, “Oh my god, she is trying to get me excited as I talk to these young ladies.” I continued through my speech, trying not to let on that I was so turned on by each of them staring at me. I looked out at them, noticing that beneath their skirts, some shorter than others, I could see a lot of tender flesh.

No matter how much I talked, I couldn’t keep my thoughts on the topic of tennis and women’s athletics. I constantly gazed out at them, taking in their beauty. I saw Keisha, then Jackie, Lisa, Cindy, Tracie, Danielle, followed by Allison, all looking straight back at me. Each smiling sometimes shifting there cute little asses in their seats as I talked. It was beginning to become very difficult to continue with my current train of thought. Suddenly all the lust, anxiety, rage, sexuality, and intensity of the moment took hold of me and I stepped away from the podium.

As if in a trance, I walked to the chair I had been seated in several minutes earlier and grabbed it, placing it in front of them and taking a seat. Each girl was now sitting before me, a puzzled look on their face as I looked them over. My legs parted, taking no care to adjust my skirt, allowing each girl to see my black thong beneath. I wanted them to see, to judge their reactions to what they saw. I could see one after the other peer down at my panties, looking at my legs, their eyes fixed on my cunt. My dripping wet, soaked shaved cunt that longed to be massaged, licked, and sucked on. I leaned back in the chair, asking if they had any questions for me about what I had said during my speech.

This time it was they who were speechless, them who could not respond when called on to react. I giggled as I though to myself, “Just minutes ago ladies it was you who laughed when I didn’t stand and walk to the podium when called on, now which of you will get a hold of yourself and ask a question?” I peered over at their coach who was smiling a seductive grin as she nodded in approval of what I was doing.

I became very bold, lifting my skirt higher up my thighs, then asking, “You ladies wouldn’t be staring at my panties would you?” My hand slid between my legs, rubbing my hot, juicy pussy through my thong. My other hand sliding inside my jacket, fondling my breast through my bra as I moaned softly. I could hear Tracie take a deep breath as I touched myself. I looked over at her smiling, as she made eye contact, her face blushing as she shifted a bit in her seat, biting her lip childishly.

The next to make a bit of a noise was Keisha, leaning forward, taking an even closer look at my groin. I spread my legs further, tracing my pussy lips with my fingers, rubbing my slit up and down. I looked to Jackie next, the sex goddess, wondering if she liked what she saw and could see her jaw wide open, her stomach moving in and out as she took small breaths. The other girls were doing much of the same, eyes fixed to me, watching my every move. I looked to the coach who motioned as if to say, “You have their full attention, go for it.”

I lifted my ass up off the chair, removing my panties quickly, tossing them at the feet of Allison. My shaved pussy was now seen by all in the room. As I masturbated for them, running my fingers up and down my juicy cunt, circling my clit and moaning softly I looked to Allison who was staring first at my snatch, then down at my panties. I continued to masturbate, inserting a finger into my pussy as my other hand moved from inside my jacket to my waist, rubbing my clitoris, making me even wetter.

I nodded my approval at Allison as she reached down and took my panties in her hands. I said softly through several sensual moans, “smell and pass girls, just like show and tell when you were in grade school.” Allison lifted my panties to her face, taking in my hot, musky odor, twitching in her seat, as she then passed them to Danielle. She took in a huge sniff, smiling as her eyes closed. Lisa grabbed them from her quickly, taking a smell and moaning, causing me to slip a second finger inside my dripping pussy lips. My crotch was on fire as I watched the girls smell my damp panties. Keisha was next, taking a quick smell, as if not to be seen doing so, but knowing she wanted to the entire time. Next was Cindy, she took several quick sniffs, then quickly handed the over to Jackie. I watched as Jackie placed my panties to her nose, the full crotch line directly over her nostrils and inhaled.

Watching what had to be the sexiest girl in the entire senior class sniff my panties sent a whole new rush of blood to my pussy, causing me to slip a bit in the chair. I leaned back, spreading my legs wide, slipping a third finger inside my swollen pussy, my little butthole now exposed as I circled my clit with my other hand. I moaned loudly as the first orgasm rushed through my stomach and escaped out of my body. I watched as Jackie rolled her tongue over my panties, she was actually tasting my pussy juice, sucking my juices from the soft material. That caused a second orgasm to explode within me. I watched as Tracie took the panties from Jackie, so sweet and sexy, as she placed them to her nose, rocking her hips back and forth. I knew I had made her cum with the smell of my panties and the sight of me masturbating in front of her and the others. She was so precious and I felt so happy for her, knowing she was such a sweet girl.

Watching her little body shake and tremble as she smelled my scent drove me over the edge again and again, I was out of control. My three fingers digging deep in my pussy, my clit swollen hard, like a tiny little cock ready to be enjoyed by all. I closed my eyes and let my body go, ripping off another orgasm, so intense that I nearly fell out of the chair. I could hear the girls breathing hard, the coach now sniffing my panties as they had done earlier.

I was nearing the point where if something didn’t give, I would soon pass out. I slowed down, letting two fingers escape my pussy, only rubbing my clit softly as I rotated my hips a bit, the seat of the chair covered in my girl cum. I looked out at my sweet, sexy on-lookers, their eyes fixed to my every move. I took my remaining finger from inside my pussy and held it up, motioning for Tracie to get up and walk to me. I dropped to my knees, not even noticing just how hard the floor was and lifted her skirt. I slid her panties down her legs and licked her pussy. She was soaked, her pussy trimmed, and she tasted so warm and wonderful. She moaned and came in no time, letting me taste her juices as her hips wiggled from side to side.

I then motioned for Danielle who had already removed her panties entirely, as if to say, “Me next and its yours”…and I tasted her shaved pussy, so wet and full of warmth. My hands ran up her body, squeezing her melons as I licked her pussy, feeling her ooze with cum in just minutes. She tasted strong, very musky, and bitter, but in a wonderful way. Her pussy pressed into my face as I licked her clean, my face now covered in girl cum.

Allison didn’t have to even be asked, she was already up and on her way to me, smiling as I lifted her soft fabric, placing my tongue at the tip of her pussy and running down her slim pussy lips, diving inside. She was so slim and tasted so good, her hands grabbing my shoulders as I licked her beaver. She screamed out as she came for me, filling my face with her nectar, so wonderful in both taste and smell. Her pussy was hot, and her hips pushed into my face as she rocked against me. She fell down as she walked away, legs crossed, her hands rubbing herself, as Danielle comforted her.

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Jan closed the heavy wooden door and then leaned against it and sighed deeply. What a morning, she thought. First Bob, her husband of over twenty years, lost his briefcase. She’d found it for him and was trying to get breakfast ready, when Eric, her eldest, announced he was quitting his job. This provoked a fight with his father that Jan broke up only by stepping between them. Janie, her middle child, had then come into the kitchen with both hands filled with clothes and wailed that she had nothing to wear. Finally, the twins were fighting over the red toothbrush all the while the pancakes were burning. Thus began another typical morning at the Hobson residence. Bob had left for work having barely eaten after a final threat to his son; he hadn’t even remembered to give Jan a peck on the cheek. Eric had stormed out of the house cursing all adults, despite the fact that she’d interceded for him. Janie had finally left for school in something approaching appropriate dress after Jan had sent her to change no less than three times. Janie hadn’t eaten either, and had accused her mother of being “a hopelessly old fashioned prude”. Meanwhile, the twins made a complete mess in the kitchen by throwing syrup-coated pancake pieces at one another. Jan had barely had them cleaned up and redressed when their bus arrived.

Jan usually loved the mornings, the time when the big house was so peaceful after everyone had left, but this morning she felt depressed. Her birthday was coming up in two weeks and no one had yet said a word. She caught her reflection in the hall mirror and took a moment to study herself. She was average in most every way, average height, average weight, brown hair and brown eyes. Her bust was quite big for her frame and in her younger days had been a source of pride. But time, gravity, and four children had not been kind. Similarly, her hips were wide and her legs just a little too full, and her waist still carried some of the extra inches from her last pregnancy, inches she hadn’t been able to lose in nine years. As she stood there in her flannel dressing gown, her reflection in the mirror seemed to smirk back at her: “suburban housewife”. And unappreciated, she thought. They don’t appreciate you. With a sigh of resignation, she trudged into the kitchen and began to clean up the morning mess.

Jan had been married twenty years to the same man. She and Bob had lived in the same house for eighteen of those years, and overall she thought they’d been very happy. The first two years had been the roughest, and in many ways the best years of her marriage. Jan had worked to put Bob through his last year at Columbia. They’d lived in a rent-controlled studio in New York City, they’d been very much in love, and sex had been frequent and satisfying. Eric had been born in the city and Janie had been conceived there. After Bob graduated, and while Jan was still pregnant with the twins, they moved to suburbia.

After the twins were born, it took a while for Jan to lose the extra pounds she’d gained during her pregnancy. Meanwhile, Bob’s interest in sex dropped dramatically, and with it his romantic inclinations. Sex had become routine for them years ago — Friday nights almost on schedule — but these days she and Bob seemed to be out of the habit altogether. He still loved her, she was sure, but he showed it less and less frequently, and with less and less enthusiasm even when he found the time to be affectionate. Not good, she thought, it’s not good at all. She was nearing forty and had never wanted sex more. Over two months had passed since the last time and she hungered for it. But Bob was stressed at work and fighting with Eric and the list of excuses was endless. I’m hurting, she thought. Bob’s lack of interest was hurting her self-esteem.

Now Jan chuckled as she realized she’d been standing in front of the empty sink for several minutes, wiping the same plate dry again and again as she pondered her life. She thought of moving to the bedroom to find a novel and her vibrator. “Big Blue”, as she affectionately called her toy, had become her best friend, her masturbation interludes with the vibrator almost an obsession. The vibrator, at least, was always there for her. Never completely satisfactory, but at least she had orgasms. She couldn’t imagine living without orgasms. She was currently exploring something new in the novels she read: many of the novels she now read had bisexual or even lesbian themes, novels written by women about women. Women authors seemed to more easily know what would turn on other women. During the past year, as Jan’s dissatisfaction with her sex-life had increased, she’d also become aware that many of her erotic fantasies centered on women. Only fantasies, of course. She couldn’t imagine herself in bed with a woman. Or at least she couldn’t imagine herself in bed with a woman and be comfortable with it. No, that wasn’t right either. She could imagine herself with a woman, even imagine the sex, but she couldn’t imagine herself searching for something like that. Suburban housewife, she thought. Conventional suburban housewife surrounded by barbed wire. The image made her feel depressed again.

She put the plate away and was turning to go upstairs, when a big green Suburban followed by a sleek red Corvette pulled into the driveway of the empty house next door. Jan immediately recognized the Suburban was Shelly’s.

Shelly Richardson was one of her circle of friends. Shelly’s husband was a successful attorney, and Shelly had become a real estate agent more out of boredom than any need for money. Jan liked Shel well enough when she was acting normal, but when Shelly was in her “saleswoman” mode, she was almost unbearably outgoing. Jan watched the Corvette with mounting curiosity, wondering what sort of new neighbors she might be getting.

A tall blonde woman emerged from the sports car and approached Shelly. The blonde wore a red business suit with a short skirt and blazer, black hose and heels. Her features were aquiline, her body seeming sleek and predatory. The blonde was lithe and trim, with small high breasts and slim boyish hips and well-toned long shapely legs. She had a commanding air about her, and even at such a distance, Jan pegged her as a professional of some type, maybe a friend of Shelly’s husband, Pete. Jan had always admired attractive people, especially pretty women. She found herself staring at the stranger. When the woman looked up and across the side yard, their eyes met and a thrill of excitement passed through Jan. She looked down immediately, pretending to be washing dishes. When she looked back up a moment later, the two women were gone. She tried to convince herself that she had just been embarrassed about being caught staring, but deep down she realized that the thrill she’d felt looking at and making eye contact with that woman had been sexual and elemental.

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Jan continued with her morning routine, and by the time she finished straightening up the twins’ room it was nearly noon and she’d forgotten the incident. She was heading downstairs to the kitchen, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Who’s that? she thought as she walked to the front door. When she opened the door, she found Shelly and the blonde woman standing under the portico.

Shelly smiled. “Jan, darling, it’s so nice to see you.” She stepped forward to hug Jan.

Jan could tell Shelly was in her saleswoman mode and she gritted her teeth and forced a smile. “Hi, Shel.”

Shelly gestured towards the blonde. “Darling, this is Lynette Walker. She’s thinking of buying the Peterson house.”

Jan looked at the tall woman. The woman’s eyes were a piercing blue, and as her eyes fixed on Jan, Jan’s breath caught in her throat and she felt a spark of excitement shoot through her.

“My friends call me, Lynn,” the woman said in a voice deep and raspy. A sexy bedroom voice, a voice that seemed to drip with innuendo.

“Pleased to meet you,” Jan managed. She fought to break the stare and not be rude, but Lynn’s eyes held hers, held her helpless as a bird caught in the hypnotic trap of a snake’s eyes.

Now Shelly seemed oblivious to the sparks between the two women: “Jan, would you be a dear and talk to Lynn a few minutes about the neighborhood? I just got a beep on my cell and Charley’s in trouble at school again.”

Jan nodded and looked at Lynn. “Of course, won’t you please come in?” She tried to keep the tremor from her voice. Her feelings were running wild, and she felt disoriented by their intensity and by the realization of their cause.

The two women entered the house and Jan ushered them into the living room. Lynn sat on the sofa and Shelly turned the wingback chair away from them and placed a call on her cell phone. Jan had to sit on the sofa with Lynn. She felt hot and nervous as she tried to avoid making eye contact with the blonde.

In a hesitant voice, Jan said: “It’s a nice neighborhood, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy living here.”

“I’m sure I will if all my neighbors are as attractive as you are,” Lynn said softly, keeping her voice low enough so that only Jan could hear.

A long time had passed since Jan had received a compliment like that, and she suddenly wished she were wearing something more attractive than her old jeans and sweat top. But why was she suddenly so interested in what this woman thought of her?

“Thank you,” Jan said to Lynn.

“How much traffic do you get on this street?”

“Very little. Our children play outside all the time and we never worry about them.”

Lynn smiled. “I don’t have any children, but I do jog.”

“Oh. Well, it’s usually very quiet.”

Their conversation ended abruptly when Shelly raised her voice into her cell phone. Then Shelly angrily switched the phone off and Jan could tell she was trying to compose herself before she faced them again. When Shelly finally turned to them, she had a large phony smile on her face.

“I’m so sorry, Lynn, but my son’s been in a fight and they’re demanding I come to get him. I’ll need only about thirty minutes. Could you possibly wait for me to get back?”

“Of course.”

Shelly looked at Jan. “Jan, darling, I hate to impose, but would you mind answering Lynn’s questions for me, if she has any questions about the neighborhood?”

“No problem,” Jan said.

“All right, I’m leaving. I’ll back as soon as I can.” Shelly rose and walked quickly to the door. In a moment the door closed behind her with a thud that shook the house.

Lynn chuckled. “And that’s one of the reasons I don’t have kids.”

Jan looked up, and as their eyes locked again she felt her cheeks burning. “One of the reasons? Are there others?”

Lynn smiled and shifted closer to her on the sofa.

“Several,” Lynn said.

Jan was unable to break eye contact, the woman’s nearness making her light-headed. She felt excited and nervous, as though she were on a first date.

“I have my job,” Lynn continued, explaining further why she had no children. “I don’t have time for a family,”

Jan nodded. “That’s understandable,”

“Another reason is that I’m single and not interested in getting married.”

“Really?”

Lynn smiled and casually patted Jan’s knee. “Since we may be neighbors, I suppose you should know something about me. I’m gay.” Her eyes fixed on Jan’s face. “Will that be a problem for you? Will it bother you that I’m a lesbian?”

Jan was shocked. Not so much by the words, but by the risingexcitement she felt. Lynn’s hand now rested on her knee and seemed as hot as Jan imagined a branding iron would be. A shiver passed through her body. She tried to speak, but she found her mouth suddenly dry. She licked her lips and felt desperate, confused by her excitement.

“I’ve upset you,” Lynn said.

“No, not at all.”

“Yes, I have, I can tell.” She removed her hand and drew back. “It does bother you that I’m gay.”

“No, it doesn’t. Really it doesn’t. I think it’ll be good for the neighborhood.”

Lynn seemed amused. “Really? How’s that?”

Jan hesitated. “I don’t know… diversity, I guess.”

Lynn laughed. “Most people don’t like that kind of diversity. Anyway, you’re sweet. You remind me of someone I was once very close to.”

Jan felt herself blushing. She smiled. “Oh?”

“You have her eyes and hair, and the body is the same.”

“Not much to look at anymore.”

“I wouldn’t say that. I think you’re lovely.”

Jan laughed. “Are you making a pass at me?”

“Not really. I shouldn’t do that, should I? Would it bother you?”

“I don’t know…”

“You’re not gay, are you? You’re making my radar go off.”

“Radar?”

Lynn smiled. “Gaydar, it’s called. The sense that maybe you’re gay.”

“No, I’m not. I have a husband and four children.”

Lynn’s hand squeezed Jan’s knee. “All right, I won’t push it. I don’t usually make passes at married women, but something tells me you’ve been seriously thinking about it.”

“Well…”

“Yes?”

“I’ve been thinking about it… sometimes… but I don’t think I’m ready for anything.”

“You need to experiment.”

Jan laughed. “Just like that?”

“I don’t mean jump into bed with someone. Think about it more. Try kissing someone and see what happens. Suppose I kiss you? Would that be so awful?”

“I don’t know…”

Lynn leaned forward slowly and pressed her lips to Jan’s. The blonde’s lips were soft but demanding, and Jan’s lips parted without Jan thinking about it. Lynn’s tongue darted into Jan’s mouth and Jan felt herself melting into an embrace with the blonde woman. A powerful need now rose in Jan, and she felt helpless to fight it. Lynn’s tongue slipped across her own and Jan’s tongue responded. Soon their tongues were battling in the most passionate kiss Jan had ever experienced. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Jan held tightly to Lynn as the blonde wrapped her in her strong arms.

When the kiss broke, Jan was breathless. Lynn sat back and smiled. “I hope that was an invitation,” she said, her voice raspy.

“An invitation?” Jan felt the flush in her face. She felt a shiver run through her body. A strange taste was on her lips, and she licked at her lips absently. She tried to remember when a kiss had affected her so strongly, but she could not. She was very aware of her nipples, which she could feel straining against the cups of her bra, and when she shifted and moved her thighs together, she realized she was wet.

Lynn said: “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“So my radar is working after all?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

Lynn smiled and reached out to stroke one of Jan’s breasts. Her questing fingers quickly found the hardened nipple and gently squeezed it. Jan gasped and arched her back, forcing more of her breast into Lynn’s hand.

“I think this excites you,” Lynn said softly.

“Yes.”

The blonde now took both of Jan’s large breasts in her hands and began to gently knead them. Jan thought of protesting, but the woman’s hands felt too good, she couldn’t remember the last time anyone had treated them so carefully. Lynn paid attention to her nipples, but not to the exclusion of the rest of her breasts, and she was not rough with them, as Bob usually was. Bob treated her tits like punching bags, roughly grabbing and squeezing them, when he paid attention to them at all. Lynn treated them like fine china, her caresses soft and exciting.

While Jan made this mental comparison, Lynn’s free hand pulled at the faded material of Jan’s sweatshirt, pulled the shirt up until she had it bunched above Jan’s breasts. “Your breasts turn me on,” Lynn said in a low voice. “Lovely big tits. They don’t get the proper attention, do they?”

Jan quivered. Only the thin material of her bra separated those wonderful hands from her flushed skin. She did not know what to think, or what to say, and she was groping for words when she heard Shelly’s Suburban pull up in the driveway. The intrepid saleswoman had made the trip to the school and had now returned. Jan hurried to pull her sweatshirt down.

“Not yet,” Lynn whispered.

“But–”

Lynn ignored her protest. She sat back and held Jan’s breasts up, cupping them while forcing them higher. She looked into Jan’s eyes and sensuously licked her lips. The message was clear, and Jan could almost feel that pink tongue on her nipples. The sound of the front door opening startled her out of the hold Lynn had on her, and she frantically tugged her shirt down as the blonde quickly scooted back to where she’d been sitting.

“I’m sorry I’m so late,” Shelly called out as she walked in. “I hope Jan’s answered your questions, Lynn.”

“Yes, I think she has,” Lynn said with a warm smile.

Jan blushed bright red and tried to appear normal. She feared her nipples would show even through the heavy old sweatshirt.

“Good,” Shelly said. “I’m sure you two will become good friends.” She seemed totally unaware of the sexual tension in the room.

“You can bet on it,” Lynn said as she rose.

Jan was certain her face was scarlet as she walked them to the door. Shelly was in her saleswoman mode again, totally focused on Lynn as a home buyer, and Jan was happy when she could finally close the door.

For the second time that day, Jan leaned against the heavy door and sighed. Dear God, where is this going? she thought. She placed her hands on her breasts and slowly stroked them through her sweatshirt.

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Jan mastered her emotions and finished cleaning the house. It was only later, in the quiet safety of her room, that she let her mind return to what had happened. She could remember every detail, and as she recalled the scene, she felt herself becoming aroused as she hadn’t been in years. So that’s what another woman’s touch is like, she thought. For a fleeting moment, she regretted her lack of experience, but she pushed the thought from her mind. She was a married mom nearing forty, and the time for experimenting was long past for her. Or was it?

She could not put the memory out of her mind. She was so aroused, she knew she would need to get her toy out before the children returned home. She deliberately chose to reread parts of a novel with a powerful male character, but when she eventually used the vibrator to give herself an intense orgasm, it was the memory of Lynn’s hands on her breasts that brought her to a finish.

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Two weeks passed. In her living room, Jan sat alone and stared blankly out the big picture window. A carafe of French wine and two crystal goblets were neglected on the table before her. She’d never felt so alone or unloved.

In the week after Jan had met Lynn, the blonde had moved in and apparently established her routine. She worked unusual hours, and whenever she was home, she was either sunning by her pool or jogging. Jan hadn’t spoken to the woman since that first time. On the evening of that day when Lynn had kissed her and caressed her, Jan had practically attacked her husband the moment he walked in the door. She pursued him all evening. Lynn’s kisses had left her dying for sex, but when it finally happened, Bob was as unenthusiastic as always and he fell asleep immediately afterwards. Jan had retreated to the bathroom and masturbated, realizing that the brief interlude with Lynn earlier that day had been more pleasurable and exciting than the entire act with her husband. When she finally orgasmed in the bathroom, her mind was on her exciting new neighbor. As her birthday approached, Jan realized again that no one apparently remembered or cared. Since no one else would do it, she laid her plans carefully for her own party. Eric was out of state at a concert, the twins were away on a Boy Scout camp-out upstate, and Janie was staying over the weekend at Sara’s house.

Jan bought new lingerie, put on her best dress, cooked Bob’s favorite meal, and waited to surprise him. He came home early and asked her to pack him a bag, not even noticing her dress or hair or the wine bottle and two glasses.

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A movie studio-Womanly Ways headed by Cindy Luv is getting ready to merge with Girly Girl Studios. Naomi, Cindy’s assistant, has been given notice she will no longer be needed. Naomi is in Cindy’s office preparing for the meeting between the studios when she notices strange e-mails and documents on Cindy’s laptop. She notices what may amount to insider trading. Naomi realizes Cindy is set to make millions and this is her chance for a big payday.

Cindy comes into the office wearing a snug fitting blouse and short skirt with nylons on and a pair of Prada shoes. Naomi confronts her about what was on her laptop. A monetary settlement is reached between the two ladies. Naomi leans in and tells her the money is not the only thing she wants and starts French kissing Cindy. Naomi begins to run her hand up Cindy’s nylon and starts rubbing her pussy over her purple boy shorts. Cindy begins to take Naomi’s blouse off revealing her erect nipples. Cindy dives in and starts to suck her breasts. Naomi roughly pulls Cindy’s panties off and starts fingering her pussy sending Cindy to the moon. Both women quickly disrobe and Naomi grinds her pelvis into Cindy’s getting both women off. Cindy throws Naomi onto the desk and dives for her pussy licking Naomi to completion. Naomi bends Cindy over the desk and licks her from behind lightly slapping her bottom. Cindy screams in ecstasy and turns around and begins to kiss Naomi. As Naomi leaves she tell Cindy I expect the money in my account by tonight or else I turn the information over to the police.

Several weeks later Cindy receives a phone call telling her to go to an address deep in Bell Gardens, California and when she gets there to knock 3 times on the door. Cindy does as she is told for fear of losing everything and going to jail. The door opens and Mistress Elexis and Mistress Savannah appear wearing leather panties and bras and long black leather duster coats. They Grab Cindy by the arms and hair and lead to a dark room where they disrobe her and put a ball gag in her mouth, bind her arms behind her back and put a collar on her with a chain. They lead Cindy to another room and attach her to a cross and Mistress Elexis begins to tweak Cindy’s nipples while Mistress Savannah lightly runs a cat of nine tails over her exposed pussy. You can lightly hear Cindy moaning. Mistress Elexis takes the gag off her and begins to kiss Cindy while Mistress Savannah spanks her pussy.

Mistress Elexis takes off her black coat and begins to suck, pull, and lightly pull on Cindy’s nipples. Mistress Elexis tells Mistress Savannah to eat her pussy now. Mistress Savannah begins to slowly lick her clit her lips gradually building up speed. Mistress Elexis removes her black leather bra and tells Cindy to suck my tits now. Cindy eagerly licks her breasts while cumming in Mistress Savannah’s mouth. They unhook Cindy from the cross and bend her over a table. Mistress Savannah tells Mistress Elexis put that strap-on on and fuck her now. Mistress Elexis slowly enters her from behind and slowly begins to fuck her then faster. Mistress Savannah has removed all her clothes and climbs on the table and orders Cindy to eat my pussy now. Cindy laps at pussy with unbridled enthusiasm. Cindy begins to orgasm from Mistress Elexis fucking her and Mistress Savannah cums in Cindy’s mouth. The two ladies kiss and then move in onMistressElexis. Cindy finds a double headed dildo and the two girls move to the floor and insert the dildo . They gaze into each others as they slowly build up the tempo. Mistress Elexis is the first to go with Mistress Savannah kissing her passionately followed by Cindy.

when it is all over Cindy asks for the flash drive and documents.

The two Mistresses both tell Cindy “Get out now your appointment is over.”

Furious Cindy leaves empty handed.

Part II.

Fast forward one year where we meet Magdalene, a Los Angeles socialite, who is fed up with all the Los Angeles ass kissing. She decides that a change is needed and leaves behind her long time lover, Heather Silky, and heads for the desert town of Mojave, California. Magdalene is unaware that Heather has reported her credit cards stolen and drained her bank account. Magdalene breaks down on the edge of Mojave and her car is towed. Magdalene is soon arrested by Sheriff Rayveness Wayne, who is dressed in thigh high black leather boots, black mini-skirt with no panties, a snug fitting brown sheriff’s shirt and the standard sheriff’s hat. Magdalene is thrown in jail for using stolen credit cards.

Across town at the home of Naomi Knight. Naomi is lying in bed with none other than Cindy’s step-daughter, Rebecca Luv. Rebecca begins to kiss Naomi with her tongue and playing with breasts over her blue bra that is cut low. Naomi pulls away.

“No, we cant Rayveness will be home soon.” Naomi moans softly.

Rebecca begins to rub her shaven pussy under her blue boy shorts slowly at first then faster and sucking on her nipples. Naomi screams in ecstasy. Naomi lifts Rebecca shirt over her head.

Rebecca coyly asks “I though you said no, Rayveness will be home soon.”

Naomi throws her on her back and slides her panties down. Naomi removes her boy shorts and begins to grind her slowly and kissing and sucking her breasts gradually grinding harder until both women climax. Naomi lies on her back and Rebecca licks her way down her body and eagerly licks her pussy until she cums in her mouth. Naomi pulls Rebecca up and slides two fingers inside her and fucks her till she cums all over her fingers and then makes Rebecca lick them clean.

Later that night Rayveness arrives home. The two lovers make small talk. Rayveness tells Naomi, “I know how you got the 300,00 dollars.”.

Naomi looks startled “What?”

Rayveness tells Naomi. “I found the flash drive, documents and the pictures of what u made Cindy do. You know Cindy got 500 million from merger. We need to make her pay one last big amount.”

Naomi screams that “Bitch!”

A phone call is made to Cindy. A deal is made everything for 75 million in cash delivered here in Mojave, California.

Cindy calls her step-daughter, Rebecca who is suppose to be at UCLA, unaware that she too is in Mojave. One week later with cash in hand Cindy heads for Mojave.

The Conclusion

Naomi has invited Rebecca over the night as Rayveness is working the overnight shift. Rebecca shows up and goes upstairs to find Naomi wearing a black see thru nightie with nylons.

Naomi says “Hi Baby look what I put on for you.”

Rebecca starts to take off her blue jean shorts and tennis shoes stripping down naked. Naomi tells Rebecca to get her hot little pussy over here. They start French kissing with Naomi fingering Rebecca’s pussy causing her to moan uncontrollable. Naomi hears the door open and begins to roll Rebecca onto all fours away from the doorway

Cindy has opened the front door and set the money down and begins to head upstairs as instructed. She pauses halfway up the stairs hearing moans. She senses something is wrong but begins to reflect on what Naomi has made her do since this started. She begins to feel excited and realizes in a strange way she likes everything that has happened. She heads upstairs and enters the bedroom to find Rebecca with Naomi.

Naomi turns and says “Just in time I see.”

Cindy says “What the hell are doing here Rebecca you should be at school.”

Rebecca tells her step-mother” I dropped out to be closer to Naomi.”

Naomi tells Rebecca go to your step-mother and stick your fingers down her shorts. Rebecca resists at first but then Naomi brings her over to Cindy. Naomi sticks Rebecca’s hand down Cindy’s shorts.

“That’s it finger fuck her.” Naomi tells Rebecca.

Cindy begins to moan.

Naomi commands Rebecca .”Now kiss her and suck on her nipples.”

Rebecca does as she is told. Rebecca removes her finger and Cindy slowly sucks the juices off.

Cindy whispers in Rebecca’s ear “I’ve wanted you since I married your father.”

They move to the bed and Cindy lays Rebecca on her back and begins to grind on her pussy slowly at first and then building the tempo until both climax and lock lips and tongues. Rebecca rolls Cindy over on all fours and begins to spank her bottom and kissing her bottom. She slides her tongue over her bottom and down to her pussy and begins to lick Cindy to an earth shattering orgasm. they both lean in to kiss each other.

Rebecca gets up and goes downstairs for some water. Suddenly Rayveness comes flying upstairs.

“Cindy Luv and Naomi Knight you are both under arrest for extortion and insider trading.” Sheriff Rayveness tells the ladies.

Both ladies appear shocked and bewildered as they are lead away in handcuffs. Who turned them in? Who figured it out?

Later that night at the jail. Cindy, Naomi, and small blonde girl who was arrested earlier in the day for stealing kiwi’s from the local fruit stand sit in a cell next to Magdalene. Rayveness goes to Magdalene’s cell and tells her to stretch her hands and feet out. She ties Magdalene to the bed.

Rayveness tells her “Guess what I have a surprise for you.”

Just then Heather Silky appears out of the doorway to the office. Heather followed Magdalene to Mojove. A lover scorned. Rayveness tells Heather go to her she’s yours. Heather opens her shirt and walks to Magdalene who is helpless. Heather begins to massage her breasts until milk begins to spray over Magdalene’s mouth and face. Magdalene begins to lap for the milk and moans “Feed me.”

Heather slides Magdalene’s skirt up exposing her panties. She begins to rub her panties and opens her blouse and lowers her bra and begins to suck on her nipples. Magdalene is thrusting and bucking.

Meanwhile in the cell next door, Cindy has slid her hand down her shorts and is masturbating. Naomi starts to rub her leg and leans in to kiss Cindy while watching the show. The unknown blonde has taken off her clothes and is standing at the bars rubbing her breasts and playing with herself.

Heather sticks her breast in Magdalene’s mouth for her to suck the milk out. Heather begins to moan “It feels so good.”

Magdalene’s mouth is full and milk is dripping down her chin. Heather rips Magdalene’s panties off and moves down to lick her.

Naomi and Cindy are nude with Naomi riding Cindy’s leg to orgasm. Naomi begins to French kiss Cindy.

Cindy moans “Your all I ever need baby. I cant stand to be without.”

For you see what Naomi and Cindy truly desired was each other, unfortunately they discovered their love for one another too late.

Heather licks Magdalene to orgasm with cum oozing from her pussy. Heather runs her finger thru it and feeds it to Magdalene. Magdalene slides Heather’s panties off and starts to finger her. Sending Heather to the moon and spraying milk all over Magdalene. They begin to Kiss passionately.

Heather breaks away and says “What are ya going to do now bitch, no more milk for you.” and walks away.

The next morning Magdalene and the ladies awake to a strange man in the office. “Good morning ma’am.” says the man.

“Who are you?” asks Magdalene.

“I am sheriff Peter Wayne.” Says the man.

“Sheriff?, what about Sheriff Rayveness?” says Magdalene.

“She’s no Sheriff, that’s my sister, she got out of Bellevue a year ago and moved back to Mojave. We just let her pretend to be sheriff so she will stay out of trouble.” Explains the sheriff.

“Where have you been?” asks Naomi.

“I patrol up in Bishop during the day and Mojave at night” explains Peter.

“By the way Miss Magdalene the bar dropped the charges.” The sheriff tells Magdalene.

“Bar, what bar?” asks Magdalene.

“Boy, you were drunk. When they towed your car you went to the bar and got drunk then went to the tow company and tore the place up when they gave you the bill” said the Sheriff.

“I thought I was in here for stolen credit cards, Sheriff Rayveness was here last nigh with my former girlfriend.” Magdalene tells the sheriff.

“I don’t think so, my sister left last night with her girlfriend, Rebecca to start a new life in Boise, Idaho.” said the sheriff.

Last night had all been a dream for Magdalene.

“As far as you two ladies go the Federal Marshalls will be here in the morning. Somebody sent them documents, pictures, and flash drive of everything you two have been up to.” said the sheriff.

“What about the 3o million dollars in the duffel bag?” Cindy asks.

“I found no money when I searched the house and your car.” said Sheriff Wayne.

For u see the true mastermind of these events was not Naomi or Rayveness. It was Rebecca. Rebecca saw Naomi and Cindy that night in the office when she went to see Cindy about her monthly allowance. She overheard everything and realized she could get a big payday by hooking up with Naomi. then when Rayveness appeared on the scene she realized what a true psycho Rayveness was. She figured she could get all the money by doing away with both Cindy and Naomi. Rebecca was running the show. She sent the information to the Marshall’s office, and Rayveness arrest Naomi and Cindy.

Where is Rebecca and Rayveness now. On to the next unsuspecting victim.

As for Magdalene she realized she missed Los Angeles and needed to find love. As Magdalene was heading out of town she noticed a sweet young thing looking for a ride. The hitchhiker, Faye, Naomi’s daughter. Perhaps Magdalene will find true love.

All is not as it seems all the time in a small town.

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Scanning the room filled with people happily chatting and mingling, I see her smiling up at her husband. Her grin lights up her face and draws my eyes to her. I look at her clad in a soft black leather skirt, falling loosely to her knees, bright blue poet shirt laced up the front exposing a tempting glimpse of her breasts, and sexy black heels. I lick my lips, watching his hands that rest on her ass, holding her close. Catching his eyes, I smile, letting him see my thoughts and he nods slightly, grinning back.

I thread my way over to my husband’s side. Glancing down at my watch, I note the time 11:15pm, only 45 minutes to midnight, I will have to hurry if I want to make it back to kiss him at the stroke of midnight. I wrap my arms around his neck and lift my lips for a deep kiss, which leaves me breathless. He can feel my pounding heart and looking into my eyes can read my excitement and my plans. Kissing me softly, he whispers to me, “Make sure to be back for my kiss when the ball drops.” I grin back at him and with a saucy wiggle I move back into the crowd, making my way toward her. I can just catch sight of her husband’s head over the crowd so I make a beeline toward him.

Smiling, I sneak up behind her and wrap my arms gently around her waist resting my chin on her shoulder. “Hi hun, mind if I bug you for a second.”

She jumps slightly at my first touch but relaxes against me at the sound of my voice, resting her hands on mine. I purr softly in her ear feeling her shiver against me; I smile at her husband, standing in front of us. “Why don’t you two find a quiet corner for a little talking? ” he suggests smiling back at me, “It is so noisy out here, I don’t know how you two will ever catch up.”

She nods and turns toward me, hooking my arm with hers. I grin and wave to her husband. “I’ll have her back for midnight, I promise.”

With that, I tug gently on her arm, leading her up the stairs and around the corner into a large walk-in closet. Closing the door behind us, I flick on the soft overhead light and casually lock the door, “We don’t want anyone to bug us, do we?”

Gently, I pull her into my arms, holding her close. Feeling her trembling, I know she feels my hungry gaze running over her. Savoring the feel of her against me, I press a soft kiss to the top of her head. My hands slip up her arms to tangle gently in the hair at the base of her neck.

Tugging, I lift her face up to meet me. I brush my lips over hers then press them together, feeling hers part slightly. Shivering, she runs her hands down the velvety softness of my shirt to rest on my hips. As I deepen our kiss, our tongues softly move together and I press her back against the door, letting our bodies rock against each other.

Lifting my lips, I look down into her eyes. Gasping, her gaze clings to mine, calling out to me. Leaning in, I nibble gently on the side of her neck and whisper softly in her ear, “Let me touch you.”

At her frantic nod, I let my fingers pull the laces that held the front of her shirt together. Tugging the string gently, the fabric parts, exposing her black satin bra covering her full breasts. Feeling her hands pulling at my shirt, I wriggle out of it and my bra and toss them to the side. Her fingers trace over my breasts. Tingles shoot through my body, making me shiver and my nipples harden. My hands open her bra, fully exposing the curves of her breasts to me. I lean down and take a soft nipple into my mouth, lapping and nibbling at it feeling, it harden under my touch.

She moans, letting her head fall back, clutching at my breasts, mindlessly feeling the sensations flooding her body. Slipping my hands down her thighs, I slide her skirt up to bunch at her waist, exposing her whole body to my hands and my eyes. I step back for a moment to look at her standing naked before me, clad only in her heels, stockings, and skirt bunched at her waist. I smile into her eyes, letting her see my hunger. For a moment she uses her hands to veil herself from my eyes but then lets them drop away with an embarrassed smile.

I step out of my skirt, letting her see me as well and pull her back into my embrace. The feel of skin on skin makes me shudder. I slip my hands down to cup her ass, lifting her gently, kissing her deeply. My hands begin to tremble slightly from the sensory overload. She looks questioningly up into my eyes unsure of what to do next. Gently, I guide her down onto her knees and follow close behind, kneeling in front of her.

Coaxing her thighs apart, I slip my hand up her inner thigh, feeling her muscles quiver under my touch. My hands rest over her pussy, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat pounding against my palm. As my fingers stroke her lips, she gasps, lifting herself up, her breasts rising up to the level of my lips. Grinning, I nibble on each hardened nipple. Her hands come up automatically grasping my hair, holding my mouth against her breasts, her moans rumbling deep in her throat. My fingers continue their gently stroking, waiting as her silky lower lips swell with blood, gradually parting on their own. My fingers part her lips, finding her clit and circling it softly. Her wetness lets my fingers slide against her, feeling her whole body trembling. The scent of her arousal fills my nose, making my body quiver in anticipation. My lips nibble gently down her body and nip softly at her clit. She jumps slightly groaning. My tongue darts out to lap at her.

Unable to help myself, I lie down on the floor with my legs resting away from her and pull her forward over my face. She scoots forward and kneels over my face her entire body frozen with anticipation. I lift my face up to kiss her lips, lapping at her wetness. As my tongue meets her clit, she collapses down on me, her face resting on my tummy only inches from my thighs. I shiver as her breath teases my hairless pussy.

My hips move seemingly on their own, twitching, seeking her mouth and fingers. Breathless, I beg her huskily. “Taste me too.”

With only a moment’s hesitation, she lowers to her mouth to me, teasing with her tongue. I moan loudly against her pussy then resume my hungry licking. The feel of her mouth drives me crazy within moments. My body trembles and shakes against hers as my tongue teases her clit and then begins a fast thrusting into her wet pussy. My hands grasps her ass, holding tightly as she grinds herself against my face, her body writhing against me, her moans vibrating my most sensitive skin.

My whole body on fire, my mind unable to think clearly, my whole being is centered on this wonderful woman and the sensations flooding through my body. Moving against each other, our tongues teasing, our hips rocking, my lips close over her clit lapping at it, feeling it pulsing under my lips. From the sounds of her moans, I can tell she is as close to climax as I am now. Lifting my face more, I thrust my tongue into her, my fingers caressing and teasing.

Groaning loudly, she shudders against me, grinding her pussy hard down on my tongue, seeking to drive me deeper. My tongue laps and thrusts feeling her whole body shaking and tensing.

Suddenly, she buries her tongue deep inside me and her entire pussy clenches, flooding me. She rocks against me, groaning, lapping frantically at my clit, her fingers softly thrusting into me as I feel myself teetering on the brink. Then with a shout, muffled by her pussy still trembling over my mouth, I feel my entire body exploding in sensation.

Wrapping my arms around her ass, I hold her close as we tremble together. I growl softly, pressing kisses to her pussy. She sighs, slides off me, and nestles in beside me. I pull her close, brushing a kiss over her lips. The taste of our come mingling on our lips brings a smile to my lips. I hold her close, breathing deeply and trying to calm my racing heart. Inside I can still feel echoes of the explosion, quivering and trembling. Sitting up, I tug her gently with me still holding her tight.

Looking up, I laugh as the sight of the coats lining the walls finally filters into my vision. A thought slips to the surface of my mind and I glance at my watch. “11:50. We’d better hurry and get dressed if we want to rejoin the men before midnight”

Smiling, I stand up and offer her a hand to help her up. We both gather up our clothes and dress silently. As I straighten out my clothes and casually run a hand through my hair, I look into her eyes. She smiles back up at me and I can see her quiet contentment echoing back. I pull her close for one last hug and press a soft kiss to her lips. Slipping out the door and back down the stairs, we find our husbands deep in conversation on the opposite side of the room and make our way back over to them. Walking up to my husband I slide up under his arm to snuggle in by his side and smile up at him. He leans over and presses a kiss to my lips. “Enjoy yourself?”

In response to my nod, he grins and holds me tight. Glancing over, I see her snuggling in close to her husband and we share a grin. All around us people begin the chant “10…9…8…” but we just smile into each others eyes knowing while this might have been the first time, this new year could bring us many new exciting things.

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Healthy Food - Part Two

I had given Tabby a tremendous orgasm using the plum/parsnip combination and now it was up to her to return the favour. I watched her stroll over to the table where all of our improvised dildoes were lying and wondered which one she would choose to use on me. I felt aprehensive when she picked up the condom stuffed with haricot beans. It was so fat and knobbly. I felt that it would be much too big to fit inside my pussy as I had never been with a boy and the largest thing ever to enter me down there was the handle of my hairbrush. The condom was at least four times thicker and knobbly! To my relief Tabby put it back on the table and then, to my dismay, picked up my creation - the set of four baby turnips mounted on a wooden skewer.

“This should do I think” she smiled. “You made it so you must have thought that it would be a great thing to pump a pussy with. Now you can find out at first-hand.”

She came back to me and, seeing the trepidation in my eyes she reassured me saying “Don’t worry. I will go very carefully. After all the aim is to give pleasure - not pain. Not much anyway!” She grinned as she said this and I thought that I caught a gleam in her eye that I felt unsure about.

“Come on, you can use the chair this time. I want you to face the back of the chair and kneel on the arms. You can lean over the back and hold on to keep balanced.”

I did as she said as she was in charge this time. I was not uncomfortable, kneeling on the arms, and the back of the chair supported me very well. In addition, the fabric rubbed on my nipples and quickly brought them up really hard. I felt very exposed because my legs were so widely spread that my buttocks were pulled well apart showing my virgin ass-hole to anyone who cared to look and my pussy lips were pulled apart so that I could feel the cool air entering my love tunel. The only problem was, that I had my back to Tabby and so couldn’t see what she was doing. I knew what she was intending to do, but without being able to see it I felt a bit on edge. After a moment I felt her hands rest lightly on my hips and then there was the touch of her lips on my back as she began to kiss down my spine, little pecks alternating with sexy licks. Gradually the kisses moved further down until her lips were at the top of the cleft between my buttocks. Then they moved even lower down and for the first time in my life I felt a tongue delicately lapping at my little brown hole. I shuddered at the unexpected pleasure that coursed through my body and I actually felt my pussy juices start to trickle down the inside of my cunt.

“You like that, don’t you?” said Tabby, moving away for a moment. “There is nothing I like better that a little oral/anal teasing. It really turns me on.” Then her lips came back into contact with me, completely surrounding my bud and then I quivered again as her tongue not only lapped it but tried to push into me. She kept up a rhythmic movement, lick around and around then push in. I began to whimper as she seemed to go deeper with every stroke. Then she pressed her lips firmly against my ring and began to suck, really hard, and at the same time pushed and pushed and as my hole relaxed I could feel her tongue slide into me. It was an indescribable feeling, so soft but firm and so alive! I couldn’t stop the orgasm that swept through me, making me convulse so that I nearly slipped off the arms of the chair but that would have broken the contact and I wanted it to go one forever!

I moaned as I shuddered and held tightly onto the back of the chair until gradually Tabby’s tongue slowed down and then pulled out. I could feel the sweat trickling down my sides as I came down from the heights of my orgasm.

“That was amazing!” I gasped. “I had no idea that you could cumm from having your ass-hole stimulated. Does it happen to everyone?”

“Only if you are very worked up first, I think.” replied Tabby. “I know that if someone just started licking me or trying to push anything into me it would just be uncomfortable. Just like a good meal, good preparation is essential. And you were well prepared after giving me your undivided attention just now. Giving pleasure is as big a turn-on as receiving it in my experience.”

“I realise that now. I nearly came when I was attending to your cunt but I managed to hold it back. I suppose that’s why I was so quick this time. I never knew that giving someone else an orgasm is almost as good as having one yourself.”

“We all live and learn,” she smiled. “Now, we have some unfinished business to attend to. Are you ready?”

“I’ve never been more ready.” I answered. “My cunt is positively flowing. I can feel my juice trickling down my legs.”

Tabby bent down and looked up between my legs. Then she ran her finger up my left leg, scooping up the juice which she then licked off with relish. Then she did the same with my right leg and, to my surprise, offered her finger to me.

“Taste your pussy, Cathy. It’s wonderfull.” I sucked her finger and the sharp, slightly salty/sweet taste of my juice flooded into my mouth. She was right - it did taste wonderfull! “Make yourself comfortable. I don’t want anything to distract you for the next few minutes.”

I couldn’t help laughing inside at this as Jenny and Sue were squealing and groaning on the othe side of the room as Jenny, kneeling on all-fours with her back to Sue, also on all-fours, pumped Sue’s cunt unmercifully with one end of the cucumber while the other end was rammed deep inside her own pussy. The ‘Slap, slap’ of their buttocks striking each other was a rhythmic counterpoint to their vocal outbursts. ‘Oh yes,’ I thought, ‘Nothing to distract me here!’

However, I leaned on the back of the chair and braced myself for the onslaught that I knew was coming. And come it did! I felt the cool roundness of the first of the baby turnips press against the lips of my pussy and, twisting back and forth, gradually entering me. It felt huge but I was so wet and worked up that the hugeness seemed to be what my cunt was craving for. As Tabby increased the pressure I felt my lips stretching to their utmost to accommodate the invader and then, it seemed, there was a ‘pop’ and it slipped into me and I felt my lips almost close behind it. Tabby continued the twirling which felt amazing as it stroked the inside of my cunt, sending shivers through me. Then she increased the pressure again and I felt the second turnip push against me. Not as much pressure was required this time as the first one had opened me right up but at the same time the first, big one, slipped further up my cunt, the biggest thing that had ever been that far up. I began to feel the first tremors of an orgasm begin to build in me but I tried to hold it back by concentrating on the purely physical feelings and suppressed the deep emotional ones.

The second one slid easily past the lips of my pussy and I gasped ‘Don’t go so slow. I want them all in as fast as you can!’ Tabby took me at my word and pushed hard and I felt, it seemed like, a double vibration as the last two turninps penetrated my aching pussy. I was amazed, as my lips closed behind the fourth one, that I had taken all of them inside me. When I made it I had thought that it would take a pretty big, loose cunt to accommodate it, but I had done so with (relative) ease! And I was not big or loose. In fact my cunt felt more stretched and full than I had ever known before. It was unbelievable! As Tabby continued the twisting and pushing I could feel the top turnip rubbing against my cervix and the tremors became more violent and the clenching sensation was more extreme than I had ever known before.

The sweat was dripping off my face and the juices were running freely down my legs as I finally succumed to the orgasm which racked my body and made me grunt and groan like an all-in wrestler. And the pressure that I was putting on the back of the chair was almost enough to tear it off! ‘Oh God, oh God, oh God.’ I finally managed to get out ‘Stop pushing - it’s going to come out of my mouth if it goes in any deeper!’

Tabby gave a delighted laugh at this. She eased the pressure on my hand-crafted dildo and cupped my pussy with her hand. ‘There, there.’ she said. ‘Did I do well?’ ‘I have never in my life had a cumm like that.’ I replied. ‘I didn’t know that it was possible to feel it right to the tips of my toes.’ ‘That’s what it’s like when you have had sufficient ‘warming up’ before you get down and dirty.’ she replied. ‘As I said before, giving pleasure is almost as good as receiving it, and it gets your body so prepared for sex that it is ten times better than when you just strip off and open your legs. We women get to know this quite early on. That’s why so many of us have lady lovers. We’re not necessarily lesbian but we do appreciate the care that a lady lover gives to her lovemaking.’

This was something that I had never thought about before but, after this experience, I could see the sense in it. ‘So, even if we do this quite a lot, we are not actually lesbians then? We can still get turned on by a handsome cock and enjoy making it with a man?’

‘Too true’ grinned Tabby. ‘We do this three or four times a week but I still thoroughly enjoy going home and getting a good, solid fuck from my boyfriend. Sometimes all a girl needs is a big lump of man-meat inside her.’

By this time my pussy had stopped spasming around the dildo and so I asked Tabby to take it out - gently! I felt that too fast a withdrawal might pull my insides out with it! She gave my pussy a few more gentle strokes, letting her fingers linger over my clit before she resumed the twisting movements and gradually drew the turnips out of me. She did it so slowly that I could feel my pussy lips spreading and closing as each one came out. As the last, and biggest, one emerged it was accompanied by a gush of juice that Tabby siezed upon with delight, leaning forward and catching as much as possible in her mouth. The feeling of her tongue licking around and inside my pussy brought me to another, gentler climax and I felt a few last pulses of juice trickle from my pussy. With a final couple of licks Tabby released me and stood up. She came round to the back of the chair and took my hands and helped me to get down off the arms of the chair. I hadn’t noticed it before, but my thighs were trembling with the strain of supporting my weight while spread so far apart.

‘Thanks Tabby.’ I said, giving her a big hug and a kiss. ‘I would never have known how good it could be if it wasn’t for you.’ ‘Don’t be too sure.’ she twinkled. ‘Sue is just as able as me and Jenny can teach us all a few tricks. You are in good hands now and I hope that you stay with us for a long time.’ ‘Hear, hear’ came a pair of voices from the other side ot the room. I started because I had quite forgotten during this last few minutes that Tabby and I were not alone. I blushed when I realized that I had had an appreciative audience while I was heaving about in that gigantic orgasm and that my ass-hole and pussy had been in full view all the time. I couldn’t help instinctively putting my hands into my crotch to hide myself from these other eyes at which they, all three, burst out laughing.

‘Don’t worry Cathy,’ smiled Jenny. ‘Before the year is out you will know every nook and cranny af the three of us, and we will know you just the same. It’s part of what makes us a good team. And now, enough fun for today, let’s clean up in here, we’ve got a resturant to run!’

More later.

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Chapter 1

Samantha Edwards rushed from her car to the administrative building as the rain poured from the sky. She held her briefcase over her head with one hand in a useless attempt to keep her hair dry, as she struggled to hold books and papers in the other. It was another damp, cold, and dreary day in the northeast. The kind of day you would expect in mid-November in this section of the world. However, Samantha was a southern girl, used to sunny skies and warmer climates.

The click of her high heels on the tile floor echoed up and down the long hallway as she hurried to the administration offices. She was late already. Today was the last day to get mid-term grades submitted and she didn’t want to hear all the grief she would take if she missed the deadline. Hopefully it would only take a couple of minutes and she could still make her 9 o’clock English class on time.

Samantha sighed as she passed the ladies room and then stopped. It was going to make her later but she had to fix her hair. It was a mess after being doused with the cold rain. If she could have remembered where she had left her umbrella it wouldn’t have been so bad. Unfortunately it seemed that she was always misplacing something these days. The unwanted vision of the movie “The Absent Minded Professor” crossed her mind as she rushed into the teacher’s lounge, almost knocking over a fellow teacher in her haste.

A little moan escaped her lips when she looked into the mirror. All her work had been for nothing. Her shoulder length sandy blond hair was hanging in wet, curly strands now, dripping water down her cheeks. And her hair had looked so good when she left home a few minutes ago. A sigh of frustration escaped her lips as she tried her best to fluff it up. It was useless. Finally, she gave up and leaned toward the mirror to fix her makeup.

The woman in the mirror staring back at Samantha was pretty and just over the dreaded 30th birthday. She had gray/green eyes that could dazzle men and women alike. People often said that she looked a lot like Nicole Kiddman, with her curly hair and creamy white complexion. Yet Sam was one of those women that didn’t realize how pretty she is. She thought she was too tall at 5′ 8″, too heavy at 125, and that her facial features were too angular to be pretty. Besides, she didn’t have a lot of time to worry about her appearance these days.

Another sigh escaped the harried woman as she fumbled in her purse, searching for her lipstick.

She never had enough time for herself anymore and her life seemed to be out of control. Suddenly, she stopped and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She wondered how her life had become so hectic. It seemed that there was a constant succession of classes, dinner parties, social obligations, and studying to keep up with her profession. Maybe it was just the pressure of being a newly appointed assistant professor, she thought. She knew that it took a lot of work in the beginning to get oneself established in a new school.

The academic world wasn’t new to her though–she had taught at her alma mater for several years and had been raised in a family of teachers. Her mother was an elementary school teacher and her father a high school principal. Even one of her older brothers was a teacher. It was only natural that she followed the same path.

Samantha was a southern girl and grew up with her two brothers in a very traditional and solidly middle class family. Her parents were very conservative and strict. In fact, Samantha had not been allowed to wear makeup until she was almost 16. As for dating, well that was a battle of wills. She was only allowed to date in groups until she was 17. However, like all teenagers, she found ways around the arbitrary rules.

Dan Edwards, Samantha’s father, was a hard working man, if not a little behind the times and overzealous in his religious beliefs. He was also very protective of his little girl. At any sign of rebellion from Samantha he would always say that she would follow his rules as long as she lived in his house. However, Dan was proud of his daughter and like all fathers, no one was ever going to be good enough for his little girl.

Samantha had a will of her own though and found ways to see her boyfriends without her father knowing. However, because she lived at home until she finished college, the strict rules often became contentious.

A smart girl, Samantha graduated with honors and was selected as the valedictorian of her high school class. After high school, she went to a large but local college. She was a star student at the University, deciding to stay after graduation to teach and continue pursuit of a master’s degree in English and then her PHD. It had been hard work and a long haul, but she persevered. The school eventually noticed her academic achievements and she was awarded a grant to do research. Unfortunately she never got the chance to finish her work.

Samantha met her husband-to-be before she finished her graduate work. He was a professor at the university and twenty years older than she was. Much to her parents’ distress, she had fallen in love and married soon after she completed her studies. It was her husband’s transfer to the north several years ago that brought the warm blooded southern girl to the cold northeast.

However, she couldn’t say that she regretted her choices up to that point. She had a good job as associate professor at the school and a real opportunity to advance to full professor with tenure in a few years. But, besides being overworked, her biggest problem was that she had left her family and friends behind and felt somewhat out of place in the snobbish academic community she was now part of.

Coming to the large university as an associate professor was a cultural shock for Samantha. She never realized the level of personal politics that existed in academic circles. It was very different from her previous experience in teaching. Nor did she anticipate the social obligations that would befall her in her new role. Now, between her husband’s career (he was in line to become Chancellor) and her aspirations to become a published writer, she rarely had time for anything else.

Samantha had always been an outdoor girl, preferring to be out in the sun rather than cramped up in some library or classroom. While she loved most water sports, she loved sailing most of all. She missed being out on the water everyday and although there were great opportunities to sail where she lived now, the season was far too short. Besides, she had little time for that with all of the required duties associated with school and being the future Chancellor’s wife.

Still, with all this, she thought that maybe it was the dreary weather that was making her feel so depressed. She desperately needed something to cheer her up.

Chapter 2

At least it wasn’t snow, Samantha thought as she hurried across the wet grass and into the student center. She rushed down the hall trying unsuccessfully to juggle all of her books and papers. Several times she had to stop and pick up papers as they fell from the folders under her arm.

Samantha took a deep breath and pushed open the door with her shoulder, preparing for another long day.

“Alright class, let’s get started. I assume that everyone has read the assignment?” Samantha said as she pulled a pop quiz from her briefcase. A chorus of moans echoed in the classroom. Sam, as her friends called her, smiled as she handed out the test papers. Why should she be the only one feeling down? she thought.

There were about thirty freshman English students in Sam’s class. Most were here because it was a requirement. However, there were several bright students that truly showed an interest in English and were planning on making it their major.

One of them was Sally Rogers. She was a pretty, young girl that always sat in the front of the class. With short strawberry blond hair and a voluptuous figure, she stood out amongst the unusually young looking freshman class. Her eyes were a pale blue and would sparkle with delight when Sam would call on her. She showed no reservations at being considered the teacher’s pet.

Sam thought that Sally was a sweet girl and had immediately taken a liking to her. However, Sally was different from the other students, but not just in an academic sense. Sam couldn’t quite put her finger on what the difference was–there was just something in the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at her.

When Sam sat back down at her desk, she glanced at Sally. As usual, she had on a rather short skirt and her legs were a little too carelessly spread. The older woman could see between her legs. Most of the students wore jeans but Sally seemed to prefer skirts or dresses.

I wonder what color her panties are today? Sam thought and smiled inwardly. She figured that she knew every pair that the teenager had. It was a private and unspoken little game that had started soon after the semester began. Sam didn’t know why she let the game go on. She could have simply ignored the overt display of the young girl’s charms. Yet, invariably, her eyes were drawn to the juncture of her thighs and she could feel that tingling between her legs and her face would begin to flush.

Sally smiled as she sensed the teacher’s eyes on her legs and gradually opened them wider, pretending to study the test paper. However, her heart was racing like it did every time she was around Sam. It felt so daring to tease the older woman by letting her see her panties. However, this time she had left her panties off. It was brazen and bold but she wanted desperately to be noticed by her pretty teacher and maybe take their relationship to the next level–whatever that meant.

They must be flesh colored, Sam thought as her eyes were drawn to the gap between her legs. Then, she almost gasped. It didn’t look like she had any on! Sam felt her face turn hot and she quickly looked down at the papers on her desk, her hands suddenly trembling. A few minutes later when she looked back up, she found that Sally still had her legs open. This time Sam found her eyes staring at the teenager’s vagina. Her heart began to race when she suddenly realized that the young girl didn’t have a trace of pubic hair. The light from the window made it possible for her to clearly see the young girl’s fat outer lips and the pink inner ones between. Sam couldn’t believe the audacity of the teenager.

Finally, Sam had to look away again as she felt a trickle of sweat on her brow. Fortunately, Sally finally crossed her legs. Sam almost sighed with relief and strangely felt a little disappointment. She couldn’t explain why this young girl was having such an affect on her.

In spite of their little game, (or maybe because of it?) Sam liked the teenager. And, the feeling was apparently mutual. Sally often stopped by her desk after class to discuss some author or book. The two of them had a great deal in common and they shared many of the same views on life and literature. To Sam, Sally seemed much older than eighteen, with a maturity that was beyond her years. They had gone to lunch together on several occasions after finding themselves engrossed in a good-natured debate. They even talked about collaborating on an essay as part of a contest where the prize was a graduate scholarship for Sally. While she didn’t really need the money, she had said that her Dad told her that he “Wasn’t going to pay for her to go to college forever”, and therefore it would come in handy if she decided to go to graduate school.

Sally was a northern girl, growing up within a few miles of the school. She was just a little bit of a tomboy. Just like Sam, she loved outdoors (winter) sports; particularly snow skiing and riding snowmobiles. However, while she was very athletic, she was also very feminine in her appearance and actions. She loved soft and sexy clothes and quiet evenings by the fire with a good book.

Sally’s father was an attorney and was often away from home. However, she never felt short changed in their relationship. She was always “Daddy’s” girl. He would go out of his way to spend time with her. They would often go on skiing vacations together. On the other hand, her mother wasn’t into sports but she indulged Sally and her husband’s love.

The family had a cabin in Canada, not far across the US border and Sally and her father would often sneak away for a long weekend. However, sometimes, Sally would go there by herself, just to get away. She loved the mountains. But, other than with her father, she rarely had anyone to share it with. She had invited Sam to join her on several occasions but it seemed that her busy schedule never allowed it. Eventually she had begun to think that she was the reason. Sometimes she thought that she had gone too far with her teasing of the older woman.

However, Sam had refused because she wasn’t sure that she should get so close to a student. Besides that, she certainly didn’t want any question with regard to propriety in grading and she didn’t think Sally wanted any special favors either. However, there was another more subtle reason–the strange feelings that she had whenever she was alone with the young girl. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling but it was disturbing nonetheless. Sally hadn’t made any overt moves on her. It was the way she looked at her sometimes and her blatant displays. Maybe more importantly, it was how little butterflies would begin churning in her own stomach when she was close to her. Still, she thought Sally’s flirtations were cute and harmless, even if they were brazen at times.

Sometimes when Sally stopped by her desk, she would wear a blouse that was open at the neck with too many buttons undone. She would lean over her desk, on her elbows, and pretend to be looking at something on Sam’s desk. She knew that it was impossible for Sam not to look down her blouse.

And Sam did look. She had seen all the way to her nipples on several occasions. She knew that the young girl had creamy smooth breasts with a little mole several inches from one pink nipple. The view always brought that unwanted tingling and a flush to her face. She was pretty certain that Sally had noticed.

Sam wasn’t naive and she knew about some women’s attraction to other women. Some of the better literature she had made a career of studying dealt with the subject of Sapphic love. In fact, she thought that women who were lesbians wrote some of the greatest pieces of literature. Still, she couldn’t deny that she found the specter of female/female relationship quite fascinating. Maybe someday she would have the opportunity to explore that theme–strictly on a professional basis.

However, on a personal level, Sam never admitted an attraction to other women. Sure, she looked at other women, especially if they were pretty, and Sally was very pretty. She convinced herself that the feelings she had when she was around Sally were natural. In fact, her understanding of Freud’s writings would lead her to believe that every woman had similar feelings to a greater or lesser degree. Unlike the relationship that men had with one another, all women felt comfortable hugging and kissing or sharing emotions. Still she had never discussed women’s relationships with anyone and really had no basis of comparison. Her only experience with another female was one time when she was very young and she had played doctor with a school friend. However, she had rightfully filed that away as adolescence experimentation with no significance in her adult life. Yet, she could still remember the feeling of excitement that she had felt that day. It had never been equaled in any heterosexual relationship she had ever had. She believed that was because over time memories take on a life of their own.

When the class was over, all of the students filed out except Sally. She sat at her desk, still working on the test.

“Sally, are you having trouble with the test?” Sam asked as she looked at the pretty girl. She was sitting with her legs crossed and her skirt far up her well-shaped thighs.

“No, not really,” she said and smiled nervously at Sam. “I just wanted to wait until everyone was gone. I… I wanted to ask you something.”

“What?” Sam asked, curious as to what was making her so nervous.

“Well, I was planning on going up to… to the cabin this weekend and was wondering if… if you wanted to join me? Maybe we could start on that essay.”

Sam saw the young girl’s face turn red and she looked flustered.

Then she continued quickly. “I know that you’re busy but it would be great fun. I could even teach you to ski…” she said and her voice trailed off. Somehow, the girl’s normal confident bravado had left her.

“I’m sorry honey but I have so many things to do this weekend. Larry is going to be away and I have a million chores.”

“I understand,” she said sweetly but there was clear disappointment in her voice and on her face.

Sally got up to leave, packing her books quietly.

Now Sam felt bad. She had promised to work with her on the essay and the time was growing short. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, she thought. She could certainly use a little time to refresh her weary mind and body. “Wait Sally,” Sam said. “How far is it to the cabin?”

The young girl’s face brightened. “It’s about a three hour drive,” she said excitedly. However, she didn’t tell her that it was three hours through the mountains on tiny roads.

“Well, maybe I could go up with you tonight and come back Saturday night.” As soon as she said it, she wished that she hadn’t. It was overstepping the bounds–the imaginary line she had drawn to keep outside relationships from interfering with her already complicated life. Still, a sudden chill ran down her spine and she thought, I need a break, so what would be the harm. Besides, it would just be innocent fun.

“Really!” Sally practically screamed. “We’ll have so much fun. We’ll ski and make snowmen and everything. When can we leave?” Suddenly Sally was acting more like the teenager that she was. Her face was beaming with excitement.

Sam smiled at the young girl’s enthusiasm. “Give me your cell phone number and I’ll call you after my classes. What do I need to bring?”

“Not much, just a change of clothes for one day. We have everything else in the cabin. I’m sure there are some ski boots that will fit you and we have a bunch of snowsuits. This is going to be so much fun,” she said, her words almost running together in her excitement.

“All right… all right, now get moving or you’ll be late for your class,” Sam said to the smiling girl. “And Sally, let’s keep this little trip between you and I. Okay?”

“No problem,” Sally said with a smile and then ran her fingers cutely across her lips as if she were zipping them.

Sam laughed and then she watched her hurry out of the classroom. Without thinking, she found her eyes following her. The tight skirt that she had on molded her sexy butt like a second skin.

Suddenly, Sam felt a little chill run down her spine and she shivered at the thought that she was naked under the skirt. It must be the damn cold weather! she concluded and tried to focus on her next class. Yet, her mind kept wandering back to the young girl’s spread legs and the almost obscene view that she had of her bare crotch. She felt her own sex lips pulse and she squeezed her thighs together.

Chapter 3

Later that evening, when Sam pulled up in front on Sally’s house, she saw her waiting on the front porch with a small suitcase. She smiled when she saw the young girl’s beaming face. Although she had second-guessed her decision since she had agreed to go, Sally’s enthusiasm made her feel better. Besides, it would be a chance to rest and get away from the pressure she was feeling–at least for one day.

Sally jumped into the car with a cheery hello, throwing her bag into the back seat. Then she directed Sam toward the interstate and then to a two-lane road, heading north.

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It was the weekend and that night had been slower than most, so I decided to go the gym. The cool night air was refreshing on my skin. I entered the gym, and saw that it was empty, except that some one was using the exercise bike. I went into the changing room and took the clothes off my 5′5 body, then taking my bra off my ‘C’ cup breasts, then removing my panties, to reveal my bald pussy, before changing into my swimsuit. I went out to where the exercise machines were kept, and I started my workout. I saw this beautiful woman, and soon our eyes were locked, and I noticed that was Shannon from work, we greeted each other with a friendly smile. She had been riding the bike like there was no tomorrow. Her breathing was heavy, but regular and sweat running down her cheeks.

After a few hours of exercising, I made my way to the showers. With a tired smile, I peeled off my swimsuit, and then moved into the shower area. The shower was blessing empty, I hated showering when there were a lot of women, I’ve never really liked it, makes me feel self conscious I guess. Turning up the heat I closed my eyes and ducked my head under the stream of water. One of the most glorious feelings in the world, hot water running over your taut body after a workout.

The sound of the door closing roused me from my soak. I pushed my hair back and opened my eyes to see Shannon walking in. She was another who frequently worked out late, and who I had got to know, quite well. She smiled and began to remove her clothing. She was a beautiful woman. She stood approximately 5′3, long blond hair, firm round breasts and shapely legs. It was easy to tell from looking at her that she was a confident woman. She walked with authority and assurance and never seemed timid or shy.

Shannon took the spout next to mine and immediately ducked her head under the water with a big smile. Bending down I picked up my shampoo bottle and dapped a small amount on to my hands and began to lather. I winced as I scrubbed behind my head; I had twisted my neck funny during one of the weight training exercises.

“Did you hurt yourself?” Shannon asked.

“I’m not sure, I think I just twisted it funny, that’s all.” I replied.

“Here, let me take a look.” Shannon suggested. She was a physiotherapist and was usually consulted by quite a few of the members for minor aches and pains. Although I suspected that some of the reason for that was Shannon herself and not so much her expertise.

“Sure, but I don’t think it’s anything serious.” I answered.

Shannon moved up behind me, I could feel the heat of her body as she moved closer and I suppressed a shiver as her hands touched my neck. She gently moved my hair to the side and began to lightly press on the back of my neck, all the while watching for reaction to pain.

After searching around and having me point out areas that were a little soar she began to massage the back for my neck and shoulders. I moaned quietly as her hands kneaded and pressed on my shoulder blades. She moved closer and I could feel her breasts pressing against my back, her nipples were hard against my skin. The hot water continued to cascade over us as I leaned into her massaging hands. Slowly, her hands moved down my back, massaging all the way. Her thumbs dipped down to lightly brush against my tailbone. I could feel the excitement building inside me and struggled to control my breathing so as not to give away my true feelings. As her thumbs pressed on either side of my spine, her fingertips feathered lightly on the sides of my waist and stomach.

Slowly her hands began to move back up until she was level with the bottom of my breasts. Slowly and deliberately, she moved closer behind me and her hands moved under my breasts, cupping softly underneath. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. Taking her cue from that admission, Shannon began to kiss the back of my neck while softly kneading my beasts. Running her hands down my belly, she tickled and teased her way to just above my pussy and then moved her hands around to the back and cupped my bottom. Turning me around slowly, she pressed her lips to mine. Kissing a woman was not like I expected it would be. It was softer somehow than kissing a man, more sensuous and slower. Our tongues danced with each other and she pulled me closer to her.

My hands moved up to cup her breasts and the gently rubbed my thumbs over her nipples, eliciting a soft moan of delight from her lips. Prodded on by the sound (as I’ve always been), I moved my mouth to her budding nipple and began to swirl my tongue around it. Taking the tip in my mouth I began to suck, first softly and then harder as her moans escalated.

We slowly sank to the shower floor as I continued my exploration of her body, making my slow way down her belly. When I reached her lower belly, I switched my progress and moved my attentions to her taut calves and thighs. As my searching tongue made it’s way closer to her pussy, her breathing became harder and faster. Her moans became close to whimpers as I moved in and lightly touched my tongue to her throbbing clit.

Flicking gently at first I tested out the feel of her juices on my tongue. Lifting her legs up to allow myself further access I covered her pussy with my mouth, licking out the juices there and tonguing her now hard nub. Her body shook as I explored, alternating between aggressive, thrusting type licks to soft, sensuous tastes. I slowly inserted one finger inside her hot pussy, feeling her muscles contract slightly against my finger. I inserted another and began to move them in and out in slow motions, instinctively she began to rock her body against my fingers and I went back to my feasting.

Her body began to shake and her moans began groans and whimpers all mixed in to one as her climax built. She arched against me and I grabbed her cheeks and held her pussy to my lips and tongue as she began to cum. Her muscles contracted and began to spill her juices on to my face. I eagerly licked them off and held her until she subsided with a sigh.

Slowly lowering her body to the floor I held my face up to the water and let it run over me. Savouring for one more moment the feel of my tongue against her clit. Moving my head out of the water I looked her in the eye… and smiled. She returned the smile and we stood up to rinse off.

“Would you like to come back to my place with me?” she asked.

“Yeah, why not!” I replied.

And with that invitation, we finished showering quickly, and dried each other and got dressed and I got into my car and followed her to her apartment.

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First of all, my description is in the story “I thought she was straight”. First paragraph. Second, where I live, there are no rules at strip clubs. People can touch the strippers and very, very often do. The strippers can also get totally naked, which almost all strippers do. I’d like to say that when I’m sober, the thought of going to a strip club doesn’t really appeal to me. I know, it sounds like denial, but right now (I’m sober at the moment) I would never pay anyone to let me grope their boobs or whatever the stripper decides. I can get more than that for free, and all you end up doing is losing your money and your dignity.

That said, one night me and my friends got really wasted and went to a strip club. This is partially what I remember and partially what my friend who was completely sober at the time told me. This story actually is kind of romantic, if you overlook the circumstances of how we met. It involves love anyway. So there we were, most of us drunk off our asses, sitting up at the bar by the stage. The group consisted of 5 guys, me, and a straight girl. After a while, the DJ announced a stripper named Heaven and started playing a reggae song. I remember someone saying that it wasn’t the type of song you’d associate with stripping, and then everyone went dead silent when the stripper came up on stage. She was so, so hot. She’s the kind of girl that if you saw on the street, you just stop whatever you’re doing and stare at her because you can’t help it and you can’t think about anything else until she leaves. Everyone I looked at literally had their mouths hanging open. She was an island girl, with a nice, petite body. She had long, dark, straight hair and just an absolutely gorgeous face and eyes that I actually lost myself in. Before that night, I thought that was just a phrase but it happened with her. I seriously couldn’t find anything wrong with her appearance, and I tried just to see if I could do it. Later on, everyone in the group agreed that she was the hottest stripper they’d ever seen, and probably one of the hottest girls they’d ever seen period. She was just really, really beautiful. I almost reverted back to being sober because of her hotness. She wasn’t a stereotypical stripper, though, she didn’t seem trashy or anything. If I had seen her at the mall, I would have never thought, “Yeah she’s a stripper.” She didn’t seem innocent, exactly, just like she wasn’t easy.

At one point in the middle of her dancing, out of nowhere she just came up to me and asked me my name. I don’t really remember, I think she said, “Hi, what’s your name?”

“Michelle.” At this point one of my more intoxicated friends said, “Yeahhh right” and laughed, I guess he was trying to fuck with her, or me, or both.

I think she said her name and she shook my hand right there on stage, then she said, “You’re really pretty.” I just laughed and said, “Thanks, so are you!” and at this point the friend that earlier had said “Yeah right” decided that it was time to put up a dollar for me. She smiled, then looked at me with this, “Don’t freak out” expression, then asked timidly if she could see my boobs. I must have given her a weird look or something because she said, “I’m sorry, they just look so perfect.” I was like, “Oh well in that case…” and she lowered my black mesh semi-see thru shirt down so my breasts were on display for everyone in the club. She licked and sucked on my nipples for a really long time, then she unzipped my jeans and stuck the dollar in there. I said something like, “I’ve never done this before, at a strip club” and she gave me a weird look and said, “Really?” as if everyone did it. Then she totally ignored the dollar that was in my zipper and went down on me through my jeans. I don’t remember much of what she did, she took my whole pussy in my mouth and sort of closed her mouth over it and massaged it with her lips. I remember it felt really good, which said something because when I’m drunk, my whole body goes numb. I can’t feel a damn thing. A lot of these stories on literotica start out like, “This one time, me and my friend got really drunk and then…” and they have fantastic sex with intense orgasms. That has never happened to me. Drunk sex has always sucked, up until then. After maybe 5 minutes, she actually thanked me and then went back to her dancing.

My sober friend put up a dollar for the straight girl that was with us, to her total surprise. She’s actually very pretty, and maybe if she wasn’t straight and if we had become friends under different circumstances there would be chemistry, but the way we are, there just isn’t. I thought it was hilarious when Heaven took Jody’s hands and put them on her breasts. My friend seemed at a loss for what to do, since as far as I know it was the first time she’d ever felt up another girl. The expression on her face was priceless, I wish they allowed cameras in there.

I have this bra that a different stripper had thrown at my head several months ago, and she said I could keep it. It stayed in my purse that whole time, since I had no idea what to do with it. I wasn’t going to wear it, and I didn’t want to give it to a friend, so when my friend said, “Throw the bra at her!” it seemed like a really good idea at the time. I did just that, and she laughed and looked at me and said, “Was that you?” She hung the bra up on a railing on the ceiling and told me to get it. After some encouraging from my friends and the other patrons at the club, I got up on stage. She grabbed me and shoved my back against the pole, then yanked my shirt up above so it was above my chest, and she pulled my jeans down and proceeded to go down on me through my thong right there on stage. I was too drunk to object, but I know I kept this continuous stream of talk about how this is really not a good idea, oh my god what am I doing here, stuff like that. She just laughed and went back to humming on my clit. She finally stopped after maybe 3 or 4 minutes about because the DJ said, and I think these were his exact words, “I hate to interrupt the show, but that’s the end of her set. By the way, there are private rooms in the back.” That was the only time he’d mentioned anything about private rooms that whole night.

My friends thought they would like for me to get a private room with everyone’s favorite dancer. They all pooled together $60 for 3 songs, but made me go and ask for her after she got off stage. I went up to her and said that I’d like to have a private room with her. She gave me this really huge smile and sort of jumped up and down.

“So I’m your favorite stripper?” she squealed.

I hadn’t really thought about it, and this question was pretty much the last one I expected her to ask. I just told her yes, because I guess she was, and she made some sort of happy noise and hugged me really hard. She took my money and put it in the register, then took my hand and led me to one of the back rooms that I hadn’t noticed before. Inside, there was a loveseat and a table with a lamp on it. The room seemed red to me, but maybe I was just wasted.

She then took off all her clothes, which she hadn’t done during her act on stage, unlike every other stripper there. I sat down on the loveseat and she sat on my lap naked, straddling me.

And then we talked. For the entire three songs. With nothing sexual happening at all, except that she was naked and straddling me. I don’t remember many specifics, just that we talked about our backgrounds. She did ask me if I was straight, though.

“What? Are you serious?” I said. I then clarified that I was a lesbian.

She said something like, “I used to be a lesbian, I went out with a girl for two years. But then we broke up because I also started wanting this other guy that I’d broken up with before her. They said I had to pick one of them, but I just wanted to love both of them, but they didn’t, so I married the guy.” She said that I could be straight if I wanted to though, I was pretty enough. And I had a nice body. That’s all I remember of our conversation, but I do remember when it was time to go, she got up and started acting sort of pissed. I didn’t know what was wrong, so I just got out of there as fast as I could.

It occurred to me a few days later, “Oh shit. I was supposed to tip her, wasn’t I?” She’d wasted a pretty good chunk of her time with me which she could have used to earn more money. I mean, I felt kind of cheated since when I imagined what went on in the private rooms, talking was never really a part of it, but she still deserved a tip for her time. Even though spending $60 for 10 minutes of talking was ridiculous, but hey, it wasn’t my money.

The next Thursday night, I threw a party and everybody got really wasted and/or stoned. I was the latter, and I decided that I would go to the strip club and give her her tip. When she came over to me, she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, then I told her I wanted to give her the tip. Being stoned, I didn’t realize that I didn’t have money (I had spent all of my cash on weed) until I took out my wallet to give it to her. I apologized profusely, then she said that I could take her out for dinner as payment, but it would have to be an expensive Japanese restaurant. (Her “tip” later added up to $40). Now even as stoned as I was, I realized what was going on here. Up until now, I figured she had just been hitting on me to get more money out of me. I still agreed to do it, if only to be seen in public with someone as beautiful as her. I also felt really guilty.

That Saturday night we met in the lobby of the hotel where the restaurant is. She’d managed to get the night off, which she later told me was a big deal since Saturday nights are very profitable. She was dressed in a tight red halter top dress, black stilettos, and dangly silver earrings. Red wasn’t her color, but she still got us free food from the guy who does the reservations while we were waiting for our table. She turned heads everywhere, and I felt sort of proud that it was me, not them, that was with her that night.

Even though this was the first time I hadn’t been under the influence of something in her presence, I was still intoxicated by her presence. She still seemed to like me, but I can’t imagine why since I was acting like a total idiot around her. I won’t even go into details about our conversation that night, it’s too embarrassing, but I guess I did well enough for her to want to hang out with me more. She suggested we buy ice cream at a grocery store and sit on the beach. I couldn’t believe this girl, she ate whatever the hell she wanted and as much as she wanted and still had a really nice body. I alternated between being jealous of her and wanting her, although she said the exact same thing to me once.

We sat on the beach eating ice cream until we couldn’t eat anymore, so we gave it to a transvestite prostitute that was looking for business on the beach, of all places. Apparently that beach is the place to go if you’re looking for that kind of thing, but I didn’t know that until later. We declined his/her offer to go skinny dipping with him/her, and we ended up talking (me and Heaven, minus the transvestite prostitute) until the sun came up. We watched the sun rise over the ocean and listened to the waves lapping against the sand, then she took my face and looked into my eyes, then very gently kissed me. It was the most tender, beautiful, loving moment of my life. Yeah, I know it’s really cliché. Shut up.

We decided that we better get home and we made another date for the next weekend, but during the afternoon this time. This went on for a while, us going on dates and her kissing me softly at the end of each date, while we both fell more and more in love. One day when we were driving somewhere, this song that goes “Cuz I’m in love with a stripperrrr” came on. (I hate that song. That one line always, always gets stuck in my head. I just got it stuck in my head by typing it. Good job, Michelle). Anyway, I sang that one line and she looked at me funny.

She said, “Really?” I looked at her as well as I could while I was driving, and said, “Well, actually, sort of, um, yeah. Yeah.” She smiled and said, “I wish I could sing you a song.” Then she sang along to that song, except it was “I’m in love with Michellllle” which made us laugh. She’s really a horrible singer, so I said that that was good enough, she didn’t need to sing me a song. We both laughed again, then it hit me what she’d said. “What?” Probably not the most intelligent thing I could have said right then.

“I’m in love with Michelle.”

“What?”

“I’m in love with Michelle.”

“What? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I’m in love with Michelle.” She was starting to get annoyed.

I was grinning by now and I said, “Say it again.”

She caught on and grinned back, saying, “I’m in love with Michelle. I’m in love with Michelle!” She rolled down her window and yelled at a passing dog, “I’m in love with Michelle, bitch!” The dog looked at her and continued peeing against an old tire.

Then she looked at me and said seriously, “I love you.”

I didn’t say anything, but I couldn’t help but smile as I drove to the beach where we first ate that ice cream. I always keep some stuff in my trunk just for times like this, and I took out a couple towels and led her by the hand to the same spot where we were that first time. I think she was getting nervous, since this had been by far the longest silence we’d ever had between us unless we were watching a movie, so as I spread out the towels and we sat down on them, she asked me what I was thinking about.

“Your husband,” I told her.

She was silent for a long time, and I looked over at her. Her face was in profile, and the moonlight made her face glow, but not in a weird, creepy way. I instantly felt a rush of desire sweep over me, but then she said, “Yeah, that’s a problem. I do love you, but I still love him too. This is the second time I’ve done this. Fuck.” Then she started crying. This was the first time I’d ever seen her cry, and I never really know what to do when somebody cries. After an awkward moment, I put my arms around her and just held her. She buried her face in my shoulder and cried, it could have been for an eternity or it could have been for a minute. This was the closest contact we’d ever had, except for that first night at the strip club. Like I said, she wasn’t easy. She took things very slow.

Some people look horrible when they cry, but she looked exactly the same (meaning Miss Universe material, no exaggeration whatsoever), only with tears. I started kissing her cheeks, kissing her tears away, and after a while they stopped. I started to kiss her cheek again, but she turned her head and my lips met hers instead. Her lips were so soft and warm, and a little salty from her crying. We kissed like that for a while, holding each other and just reveling in the tenderness of the moment but soon we needed more.

My tongue traced along the lines of her lips as I sucked first her bottom, then her upper lip into my mouth and nibbled a bit. She sighed and I slipped my tongue into her mouth, our tongues slowly exploring each other’s taste and feel. My hands caressed her back and the sides of her breasts. Before this, when I’d lay in bed and imagine what our first time would be like, I’d imagined that it would be hard and fast after all this time of wanting her, but it wasn’t at all. It was very gentle and slow. As much as I dislike this term, we were making love, not having sex or fucking.

I put my weight on her until she was laying down under me, and our tongues played with each other and her hands moved all over my back, massaging and rubbing it with her fingers, then moving down to my ass and hips. She pulled my shirt off, sliding her fingers underneath the straps of my bra and caressing my shoulders and upper arms but not taking the bra off. I did the same to her, then I got up and we both took off our shoes and jeans. I got back on top of her and we made out for a while like that, our hands slowly exploring each other’s bodies. She unclasped my bra, then slid the straps down, her fingers trailing down my shoulders and arms until the bra came off. I kissed her neck as I removed her bra, and I could feel her nipples poking into my breasts as she sensuously ground her hips against mine through both of our thongs. I broke the kiss and she gently took my breasts and rubbed my nipples against hers. We both let out a low moan at the same time, me feeling jolts of pleasure going from my nipples straight to my clit and I’d imagine that’s what she felt too. Luckily we’d chosen a spot that made it hard to see us, but anyone who walked by would be able to hear us. I kissed her again, then kissed my way lower, down to her just-more-than-a-handful breasts. I licked the underside of her breast, then licked from the bottom to the top of it, my tongue passing over her nipple. When she felt my tongue on her nipple she arched her back and gasped, but I quickly moved on. I made lots of short licks all over her entire chest area without touching her nipples until both of her breasts were shining with my saliva. I wiped them down with my hands, careful to avoid her nipples. Her nipples were rock hard, begging me to suck them. When I finally swirled my tongue around her nipple then started sucking on it, she moaned and put her hands on the back of my head, rubbing a little.

I spent forever on those nipples, rolling them under my tongue and between my fingers, flicking my tongue over it, everything I could think of. I felt her pulling me to go down lower and I didn’t resist. I rubbed my cheek against her chest lovingly then kissed her stomach. I lingered on her belly button for a while, dipping my tongue in it and wiggling it a little, then slid my tongue down her abdomen until I got to the top of her thong. She lifted up her hips and I took the thong off, running my fingers down her hips and legs as I did so. She smelled so good I had to taste her, but I wanted to share it with her first. I took one finger and slid it up her slit, then went back up and ran my finger over her lips, spreading her juices on them. She licked her lips as I went back down. This time I used my tongue to spread her juices from her hole to her clit. I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clit, which caused her to go “oooo” and “ohhh”. Her hips kept rising up against my face until eventually they rose up and just stayed there. I took her clit in my mouth and rapidly licked around it in circles. Knowing she was about to come, I slipped one finger inside her which sent her over the edge. I could feel her muscles contracting against my finger and at that moment, I understood why men are in such a hurry to be inside a girl. She said, “Oh god Michelle I’m coming for you, I’m coming” which almost made me come without even being touched.

As her body relaxed, I kissed the front of her bare pussy, then slid my body up hers. My nipples felt every curve and dip of her body, and I loved the feeling of her naked body against my almost naked body. I could feel how hot and wet she was through the material, but she could sense that it wasn’t enough. I was involuntarily pushing my hips against hers, since I was turned on almost to the point of being unbearable. She rolled over so she was straddling my stomach, her pussy resting just above my belly button. I put my arms above my head and she started running her fingers very lightly down the length of my body, starting at my palms then going down the insides of my arms, the front of my breasts, my stomach, then she moved and ran her fingers down both sides of my hips and finished at my inner thighs. As she did this my body arched and this made her pussy push against my stomach harder, which turned me on even more. She knelt down between my legs which I had spread almost obscenely wide for her, then very slowly began pulling my thong down. She looked up at me and said, “I really like your thong. Where did you get it?”

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I fell for Heather at The Perk Place on one of their Open Mic Nite. I was just sitting in the back watching all the people go up on stage and read their poetry and sing there songs. Heather was a waitress there but she always got off on open mic night because she would perform. I had seen her perform many times but this time it was different.

Heather was a little 5 foot nothing girl. She had curves and this beautiful head of curly brown hair. She had broad shoulders and muscular arms. Flat as a board, nothing really there on her chest but she made up for it in many ways. Her hips where full and so were her ass. Her legs I could assume were masculine but I never had really seen them before this night. As my assumuitions were proven to be correct, tonight she was wearing this black velvet skirt that hung to right below her knees. She sat on the barstool in front of the microphone with her guitar in hand and began to sing.

Before long, the entire coffee shop was singing along to it. I knew the song but didn’t know from where or even why I knew it. It didn’t really seem to matter for I was more in entranced by Heather. Watching her play. Watching her lips move as the words escaped her mouth. I had never seen her before like this. It was almost as if I was the only one in the room with her. She was singing only to me. I looked around me and noticed that no one was paying any attention to me. No one could see or hear my thoughts.

Her song ended and everyone applauded. She began another song. One that she had written and I caught her glance. She was looking directly into my eyes. Her stare was mystifying. I was lost in her eyes. I didn’t notice that the song had ended and Heather didn’t seem to notice it either. The entire coffee shop was quite as she stayed on the stage just staring into my eyes. Finally it looked as if something had awakened her for her dream and she said her thank you’s and left the stage. I watched her leave trying hard not to jump up and run after her.

I had talked to her numerous times. Never about much really. I was very attracted to her but I thought everyone here was and didn’t really think that I had a shot with her. Something inside of me was telling me that I was wrong. Why would she have stared at me like that if there was anyone else in her life?

I decide to get up and get another cup of coffee. I thought that maybe she would be at the counter getting one for her and there I could ask her to join me and tell her how beautiful she looked. To my surprise, or maybe fear, she was standing there talking to one of her coworkers. They paused so I could get my order in and as the girl went to get me a new cup of coffee I looked at Heather. She looked even more stunning than she did on the stage. Her brown eyes seemed warm and inviting and I felt that this was my only shot.

“Heather?” I asked hoping that I didn’t sound like a 5 year old. “Would you like to join me over some coffee to talk? I really enjoyed your set and I just…”

“I would love to Shelly.”

Oh my, it was really happening. I showed her the way to my table and we sat in silence for a couple of minutes. Then we began telling the story of how we both came to the city. Heather had lived here in Chicago all her life. She was planning on going out east to New York to try to become a song writer like Ani Difranco or Amiee Mann but she had found it just easier to deal with the people here and this was her home and she wasn’t sure if she would ever leave. Then I shared my story of a small town girl who moved to the big city to find herself and I found myself gay. She laughed. Well, we both did but I found it more amusing hearing her gentle laugh.

The conversation soon turned to the lack of love or love partners in our life and I got this feeling that I should ask her to go to my loft for the night.

“Um…would you like to come to my place to have a couple of drinks and maybe watch a movie or something?”

“Sure Shelly…I. well…I don’t have any spare clothes or anything.”

“That’s fine; you could borrow some of mine if you want.” Could I sound more dispret? I really liked her and didn’t really care if anything happened I just didn’t want this night to end where we both just went home and that was it. I had enough friends and I was more and more attracted to Heather with every passing minute.

“Sure.”

After a 30 minute drive into downtown Chicago and finding out more and more stuff about Heather, we arrived at my apartment complex. It wasn’t much really just an old warehouse with about 20 loft apartments in it. We entered my loft and Heathers mouth dropped to the floor.

“I didn’t know you were an artist!”

“Yup. I don’t like to brag about it or anything because I don’t really think I am that good.”

I watched Heather make her way around my loft looking at all the canvases and paintings of women that I was still working on. She would stop at each one and ask me a couple of questions and move on to another. I approached her from behind and put my hands on her shoulders.

“Would you like a drink?”

“No thanks.”

I didn’t know what to do now. I have this woman, who, yes I really like and really want to, um, you know. I also have no clue how to let her know that I want to. Or even if she wants to.

I slowly moved my hands from her shoulders down her arms. My hands found their way to her hips and I pulled her back to me. Or was it she moved back to me and I just thought that I moved her. Heather tilted her head to the side exposing her neck and I began to kiss it. Soft and slowly. Making my way down. Her breathing got heavier as I grab her hand and pulled her to my bed.

I sat her down on my bed and took off my shirt. My nipples were poking through my lace bra and I knew that Heather was enjoying the site of them. I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor before I stepped out of them. Now I was standing before her in just my bra and panties which of course matched. I strattled Heather on the bed and pulled her shirt over her head. To my surprise she wasn’t wearing a bra. I kissed her neck, making a trail of kisses down to right nipple. My tongue danced around it before I kissed the top of it. Hearing her moan I began to play with it more and more.

I laid Heather back on the bed. With my left hand I reached up her skirt to find that she also wasn’t wearing any panties. If she was they would surely be soaked to the bone. My fingers danced around her wetness as I kissed her nipples. I felt her hands reach up to undo my bra and as I felt it fall onto my shoulders, I began to bite her nipples softly.

Heather pushed me off of her and took my bra completely off. She then began to kiss my neck and roam my body with her fingers as if I was a foreign map. I ran my fingers through her hair as she ran her fingers down my thigh. She moved lower down my body so I could not touch her and took off my soaked panties.

Starting at my feet, Heather ran her nails up my leg to the inside of my thigh. When they reached my wetness, they danced a dance that I was not aware of. I began to move my hips slightly. Her nails then traveled out of my wetness and up my stomach. I could feel just how wet her fingers were as they left a trail on my stomach and I could still feel it as she traced my nipples.

She moved up to my lips. Leaned down and we engaged in one of the softest kisses I have ever had. Tongues were gently darting around each others mouths. Hands were moving all over our bodies. Holding each other, I thrusted my knee between her legs. I could feel her wetness on my knee. She began to ride me. I could feel her moan. My hands traced her sides, slowly dragging my nails up making her shudder. I kissed her neck as she bit my shoulder. I knew she was close.

“Oh my god I’m cumming!”

I started to move faster and harder. Pushing Heather down on my knee, not wanting it to end. I could feel her cumming on my knee. I felt her wetness drip down the side of my leg onto the bed. Her breathing was rapid and her movements were slowing down. She then collapsed on the bed next to me. Her hand still on my stomach. Her fingers making circles on my stomach, making sure that I was still aroused.

Heathers’ fingers traveled down my thighs into my, almost flooding, hole. She place one finger in me and played with my clit with the other. While doing this she sucked on my right nipple. Her movements were smooth and soothing. I started to move my hips to the rhythm of her fingering me and as I did so she placed another finger in me. Moving it faster and harder. Sucking on my nipple harder. Everything seemed to get “supped up”.

I arched my back as she moved down to my pussy. Keeping her fingers inside of me, she started to lick my clit. Playing with it using the tip of her tongue. Moving her tongue slowly from side to side. Her fingers were moving in and out, gentling brushing my g-spot every time they entered my body.

Her movements quickened. She began to suck on my clit and finger me. Licking me on the down stroke and biting my on the up stroke. I didn’t know if I could take much more of this. She pulled her fingers out and began to lick me all over. I could feel her tongue in my hole. Pushing her tongue deeper inside of me. Then moving up to lick my clit, gently biting it. Moving on to lick my lips, and then back to my hole.

I had my hands on her head, in her hair. I was pushing her closer and closer to me. My legs on her shoulders so she could lick every inch of me. I arched my back and began to moan. Her movements slowed down and when I was flat on the bed again, she would quicken them. Her tongue moving faster and faster, darting around my entire pussy. My hands left her hair and grabbed the sheets. Arching my back again, Heather didn’t slow down. Her tongue was on my clit, another finger was in my hole. They moved as if they were one. I couldn’t take it.

“Don’t stop Heather. Please don’t stop.”

With that said Heather snuck another finger in me and began to move faster and faster. She licked me harder, grabbing my clit in-between her teeth as she massaged my g-spot. Hitting that spot harder and harder, my entire being spasm and I came. Thinking that maybe she would slow down, I moaned and she moved faster. Her fingers never leaving my g-spot. Her tongue never left my pussy. She began to taste my cum, licking it all up. She pulled her fingers out of me and I came again. This time, her tongue was in my hole, catching all of my juices that were escaping my body.

She then stopped. Moved next to me on the bed and lit a cigarette. She handed it to me and lit another for herself. I was surprised that I could even smoke after the work out that we just had but it was the sweetest cig I have had. After a drag or two, Heather leaned over to me and kissed me. I could taste myself on her. Her tongue pushing what was left of my juices in her onto my tongue.

She stopped and smiled at me. After finishing her cigarette she got on her clothes and left. I guess she took a cab back home, I’m not sure about that still. I passed out before I heard the down shut. I still go to the coffee shop and we still share a glance that only us know what it means.