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Chance Encounters

One of the more popular fantasies for men is having two women in bed
at the same time.  A variation is one that almost turned into a real life
experience for me, and that is of  two women making love.
At the time, my girlfriend was a petite blonde, who admitted rather
openly that she and her best friend had shared a bed several times in the
past.  It was sort of a running joke, where her friend would tease me
about being jealous because she “had her first”.
Since we worked different shifts, my girlfriend sometimes would leave a
note about errands that needed to be run in the evening while she was at
work.  As it happened, she wanted me to stop by her friend’s house that
evening and, if she was home, pick up something from her that she arranged
to borrow for the weekend.  This was a simple task, and after telephoning
“Karen”, I agreed to come over about 9:00 pm.
I decided that I would bicycle the two or three miles to her place so
that I could work off a pound or two.  So about 8:10, I left the apartment
and pedaled into a warm summer’s night.  I enjoyed the ride to Karen’s place
but even at a lesiurely pace, I arrived at about 8:25 according to my watch.
Figuring that that was too early, I decided to ride down the block and
stop at the market for a drink.  Even with this diversion, I was still
about 20 minutes ahead of schedule.  Being the impatient sort, I decided to
knock on the door anyway and see if I could get this errand done and be back
in time to catch a favorite movie on the tube.
As I walked up to the porch, I could see that the lights to the living
room were on, albeit slightly dim, and was about to ring the bell when I
heard a voice that was just a bit too quiet to understand.  I stepped over
to the far end of the porch, where the kitchen window was open, to see if I
could tell if Karen was on the phone or if she had company.  What I saw
through that window stunned me completely.
It was obvious that Karen had company, a gorgeous brunette young lady, who
was kneeling on the living room couch and completely nude!  I could hear
their voices, but still could not understand what they were saying.  Then I
saw Karen.  Her all-over tan was unmistakeable as she crossed the living room
unencumbered by clothes.  She returned a moment later and sat on the back
corner of the couch nearest the girl’s head, leaning back against the wall.
As I watched, the brunette moved closer and placed both of Karen’s legs over
her shoulders, burying her face between Karen’s thighs.  After Karen began to
tease her nipples, I realized that I had forgotten to breathe lately, and
even the slowest intake of breath sounded like it would break this lovely
spell.
I continued to watch, mindful of a growing bulge in the front of my pants
as the brunette continued to give head to Karen.  I had almost the perfect
view.  I could see the brunette’s rear and pussy as she leaned into Karen’s
thighs, and Karen, fully exposed to me except what the brunette’s head and
hair covered.  There was only one thing wrong with the view — I wasn’t any
closer!  Deciding that I should be grateful for my luck this night, I didn’t
push it.  Besides, I wanted to see what two women REALLY do.
Karen’s friend had reached back to massage between her legs as she kept
her attention on Karen.  It wasn’t more that a few minutes later that Karen
began to buck her hips up and down against the brunette’s face, holding on
to her hair as she did so.  Several cries escaped Karen’s lips as she began
approaching orgasm.  The brunette now had both hands wrapped around Karen’s
thighs, holding her in place for the final moments.
“Yes! Now! Now! Yes!” was Karen’s vocalization as she began shuddering
from her orgasm, her hips now making long hard thrusts against the brunette’s
face.  It was over in seconds, and I realized then that my hand was holding
a telephone pole that had become lodged in my shorts, and that it would not
take much coaxing to bring me to orgasm either.
There was some quieter conversation passing between them, and I looked at
my watch to see that it was only about 8:45.  When I looked up, they were
both out of sight.
Afraid that they’d spot me, I worried about making it look like I had just
then arrived.  I was certainly prespiring enough to make that believable,
but an obvious portion of my anatomy was going to give away any falsehoods
that I could fabricate.
Then I noticed they were back on the couch, this time with Karen sitting
in the middle of the couch, legs crossed “Indian” style.  The brunette then
came forward and half crouched in front of her, as Karen lifted her left
breast up to the girl’s pussy.  The brunette thrust her hips forward, grab-
bing the back of the couch for support.  Karen’s arms encircled the girl’s
hips as she cupped a pair of beautiful buttocks in her hands and drew her
up against her breast.
The brunette began to move her hips up and down as Karen pulled her tight
to her chest.  I was becoming ever more aroused by the sight of this pair,
Karen with her dark, even tan, and the brunette, tan except where her bathing
suit covered, contrasting each other and complementing at the same time.
This tableau continued for several more minutes, and I was frustrated at not
being able to hear what they were saying to each other.  The brunette’s hips
were now moving quickly, with an urgency all their own.  As she began to
cry out, Karen moved quickly by sliding down between the girl’s thighs and
planting her mouth on her bush, shaking her head vigorously back and forth
hard enough that I could see her breasts dance and shake.
“SUCK IT HARD!” the brunette yelled.  The force of her voice took me by
suprise and I was sure the whole neighborhood could hear her, but I could
not take my eyes off them to look around.  She was grinding her hips against
Karen’s face, and I could see her tits heave and bounce as she began to
shudder bodily, stopping in a new position after each tremor.  When Karen
released her grip on the girl’s ass, the brunette fairly fell onto the couch,
limp as a rag.  I could see Karen sitting on the couch, caressing the girl’s
legs, and her left breast glistened wetly in the light.
I watched as they tenderly embraced and kissed, Karen lying next to her
friend sharing quiet whispers between them.  Then I figured I’d better move
away from the window, and cool off myself.
I walked to the street and lit a cigarette, trying to concentrate on any-
thing else to reduce the bulge in my jeans.  It took two cigarettes and a
short walk down the block to finally regain my composure.
Finally, I rang the bell at Karen’s front door, at five past nine.  My mind
raced with possibilities;
“What do I say if she invites me in to join them?”
“If I join them and Karen tells Darlene, I’m dead meat.  Or am I?”
“What if she invites me in, and want the three of us just to sit around
and talk?  Can I avoid staring or leering at them?”
The door opened, and Karen greeted me wearing a pair of jeans and a black
nylon tank top, which did little to hide her promenent breasts.  I could also
see quite well that, without a bra, her nipples were still hard and stiff.
“Hiya doing sweetie?” She exclaimed in her normal greeting to me.  “Come
on in, it’ll only take a second for me to get the book Darlene wanted.”
I entered hesitantly, worried that I might not be able to resist if they
offered me heaven.  Karen disappeared into the back of the house, and as I
looked around, I realised that the brunette must have taken refuge back there
as well.  Karen returned, stiding down the hall with a step that set her
breasts into motion against the slinky black nylon top.
“Here you go.” She said as she handed me a book. “I’m sure you guys will
enjoy this and put it to good use.”
I looked down and found myself looking at “The Art of Sensual Massage”.
It seemed promising and down right appropriate at the moment.  Unfortunately,
this also seemed to trigger a reaction in my loins that would be rather
awkward to explain.
“I’m sure we’ll play around with some ideas.” was my the best reply I
could think of.  She was so close, and the fragrance of lusty women hung in
the air all around me.
“Say hello to Darlene and give her a kiss for me.” She said, smiling
with the knowledge that I would think about the two of them together.
“Tease.” I remarked.
Without a word, Karen stepped forward, and being a inch taller than I,
pulled me to her and kissed me full and hard on the mouth.  Her tounge found
mine quickly, and I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest.
I responded the only way I could, returning her kiss with the full intensity
that I felt from watching her and her girlfriend.   After a few moments we
uncoupled and stood back.
“Whew!” She said.  “I thought I’d get you all flustered, kissing you like
that.” She went on, “Do you always kiss Darlene’s girlfriends like that?”
“Only when they show off their tits in slinky nylon tops.” I replied.
Then quietly so only she could hear, “You taste like you’ve been up to some-
thing.  I’d better leave so you can get back to her.”
A slightly shocked look crossed her face, but she quickly shrugged it off.
Without confirming or denying anything, she moved to the door, holding it
open for my passage.
“If you guys are going to be home tomorrow, call me.  I’ll come over and
show you some of the better parts of that book.” She laughed.
“Hmmm, I’d rather see some — better parts of you.” I retorted, almost
adding “some more of” before I bit it off.
“Pervert, lecher,  you never know, I just might show you.”
“Have fun, we’ll give you a call in the morning.” I said as I walked out
to my bike.  She closed the door, and the living room lights went out,
telling me that further “shows” would not be seen tonight.
I cycled home, and read the book, cover to cover before Darlene came home,
and we “played around” with some of the ideas.  I never told her about that
night, as I wanted to keep it as my own secret “fantasy”.

The Garage

The stars twinkled down from a crystal sky. The moon was just a
sliver, illuminating nothing but making the shadows seem deeper.
Four cars sat silent in the driveway. The windows of the house were
dark. A hush had fallen over the scene.
It was not long before the silence was broken by the whish-whish
of footsteps moving through the tall grass. Two shadows broke apart
from the others and moved to the side door of the garage. The
taller of the two fumbled in his pockets for something. There was
the jingle of keys and the door obediently swung open. The shadows
dissappeared within.

James flicked on the lights, blinding them both for a second.
When Theresa could see again she surveyed the scene. “So, this is
it?”
“Yep.” James said. “Be it ever so humble–and they don’t come
much more humble than this.”
The interior of the garage appeared to be a cross between a
bedroom and a storage shed. Tools hung on the wall. By the door was
a rather uncomfortable looking low bed with a bicycle parked next
to it. Theresa noticed one of the tires was flat and smiled. No
wonder he went into shock when it blew!
At the other end of the garage stood a computer desk complete
with mandatory computer and plenty of other stuff stacked on the
shelves. Beside the computer stand was a large stack of white
boxes. She could see comic book covers through the oval slits on
the side. The rest of the room was hard to describe. Various pieces
of furniture were stacked along the wall, and every horizontal
surface had something stacked on it. So much was stuffed into such
a small space that there was barely room to swing a cat.
Fortunately there were no cats available anyway. Against the
opposite wall a large standup freezer hummed contentedely to
itself.
Finally she said, “This isn’t bad. It’s a roof over your head.”
She looked up and saw something strange. A mason jar strung from a
hook overhead with a cord running from it, nailed across the
ceiling to a light socket with a plug in it. “What is that?”
“Oh, you’ll like this…” James reached up and plugged in the
cord. Immediately the little jar lit up with colored points of
light. Theresa gasped a little, in spite of herself. It was
beautiful. Then James reached out and unscrewed the other ceiling
lights just enough to put them out. The little jar cast a pale,
subdued glow about the room, like a tiny galaxy all alone. Deep,
mellow shadows surrounded them, making the room more cozy and warm.
“That’s beautiful.” She said quietly.
“Nothing special, just some christmas lights I stuffed in there.
Works really well, I think.” He moved behind her and placed his
hands on her shoulders, gently massaging them and admiring the way
the light brought out the highlights in her beautiful long brown
hair. Theresa closed her eyes and smiled as a sigh escaped her.
“That’s nice.”
After a long moment James stopped, rummaging through a sack on
the table. He pulled out a small plastic bottle. “I have to go get
this heated up first. You could, um, get undressed while I do
that.” He pulled a towel from the dresser. “Is this fine?”
“Perfectly fine.” Theresa said, accepting the towel. “You go
ahead and do that. I’ll be waiting…”
“Okay.” James said, a little nervousness in his voice. He closed
the door quietly behind him and a moment later she heard the back
porch door open and close.
Silly boy. What was he worried about? Theresa was surprised to
find her heart was beating a little faster than usual. She sat down
on the bed, testing it. Three inches of foam over a solid wood
platform with a comforter on top. About as uncomfortable as it
looked. Probably about right softness for a massage table, except
it was too big and too low. Oh, well, James said it would work
fine. She trusted his judgement.
In the dim multicolored light she quietly undressed. Standing
nude in the middle of a man’s bedroom she felt a little vulnerable
and shivered, gooseflesh running down her arms and legs. Not
worried, though. She felt she knew James well enough to trust him.
But one could not be 100% sure until the moment of truth. Well,
guess what time it was?
She shrugged off her concerns and laid down on the bed on her
stomach. She positioned the towel over her back so it covered her
from mid-thigh to her shoulderblades. Then she folded her arms and
rested her head on them, waiting patiently.

James returned several minutes later, bearing a large plastic
bowl of steaming water in which the little bottle floated. He saw
Theresa laying there on the bed, her skin given a lovely golden
sheen by the mood light. His heart rate suddenly tripled as his
mouth went dry. Jeez, get ahold of yourself, man! he scolded
himself. Be cool. He set the bowl down quietly on the table. “Hi.”
“Mmmm.” Theresa replied, enjoying the peace of the moment. James
pulled off his shirt, asking her if she minded. “Mmmm-mm.” she
replied distantly, vaguely wondering why he had to ask so many
questions. It was distracting.
James worked his fingers a little to loosen them up. Not that he
really needed to, but he did need to regain some of his composure.
Having a beautiful young woman laying all but naked on his bed was
a little unsettling. No matter, he would act professionally!
After a moment he felt more assured. He fished the bottle out of
the bowl and pulled the edge of Theresa’s towel down to the middle
of her back. He squirted some of the massage oil on his hands and
rubbed them together. Then he placed both hands on Theresa’s
shoulders just on either side of the neck and went to work.
This was not Theresa’s first massage by any means, and she could
tell that James hadn’t had much practice. He used too much or too
little pressure, but not enough to hurt or tickle. It was just
uneven. Then she realized that while he wasn’t experienced he was
indeed talented and fingers instinctively sought out the tension in
her muscles and worked them slowly out. It wasn’t long before she
felt like purring as his strong fingers slowly worked over her back
muscles. Moving downward, downward…
James was out of shape. By the time he reached the small of her
back his fingers were aching. No problem. He oiled his hands again
and gently placed the heels of his palms side by side along her
spine. He slowly ran them up her back, putting a little weight
behind them. He was rewarded with an “Oooohhh…” from her and did
it again several times.
The he pulled the edge of the towel back up over her back. The
he swallowed hard and gingerly gripped the lower end of the towel,
raising it up over her back.
It was a sight worth dying for. Her ass was magnificent, and he
just had to stop a second to admire the smooth lines of her form.
She had great legs, too. Then, embarassed, he quickly reached for
the bottle and oiled his hands some more, hoping she hadn’t noticed
the lapse.
Theresa had noticed the pause and knew exactly what he was
looking at. She blushed a little but she was also flattered. Her
pulse quickened and she felt a warmth begin to spread out within
her, starting out from a spot not too far from where he had been
staring…
James began working the muscles of her lower back with gentle
strength. His fingers worked down over her hips and around until he
had one beautiful cheek in each hand which he kneaded slowly.
James wondered how she’d feel if she knew he had a massive
erection. He doubted she’d be surprised.
Theresa’s warmth was quickly fanned into a flame by his gentle
ministrations, though he didn’t know it. Where he was touching and
how he did it was incredibly erotic, and she hoped he’d spend extra
time there.
He did. It was with regret he moved on down to her upper thighs
and worked one leg at a time with both hands. He moved slowly,
working every square inch with great care. The fire soon cooled but
by no means did it go out. For either of them.
Finally he laid her other leg down and quietly said, “Okay,
let’s turn over.”
A gentleman to the end, he closed his eyes and picked up the
towel. Theresa rolled over and took the towel from him, positioning
it modestly. For a brief second she toyed with the idea of tossing
it aside but better judgement prevailed. For the first time she saw
the dim golden light wash over his bare chest, and saw how thin he
still was, so long after his problems. A brief twinge of pity
tugged at her heart, but it quickly quieted. Thin or not, he was
still not bad looking…
James opened his eyes to see she was looking at him. He smiled
back as he began to work the muscles over her lower legs. Soon he
was working up to her thighs. He raised the edge of the towel as
high as he could. His eyes were well adjusted to the light and he
couldn’t help noticing a few pubic hairs poking from beneath the
edge of the towel. He kept his face bland in case she was watching
him (he didn’t want to look) and concentrated on gently knotting
the muscles of her thighs.
Theresa’s eyes were closed as she concentrated on the powerful
sensation of his hands moving slowly up to her crotch. The fire had
returned and she felt her hips moving slightly in rhythm with his
hands. When his hands had moved all the way up one finger
accidently (was it an accident?) brushed between the lips of her
vagina and made direct contact with her clitoris. She shuddered at
the explosion of pleasure from the direct core of her being and he
stopped suddenly. She knew he knew what had happened. Eyes still
closed, she waited to see what he would do next.
Oh, shit, James thought. It was an accident (wasn’t it?) but he
felt he had messed everything up. He felt it was a violation of
trust and for a second he considered calling the whole thing off.
But no, if she didn’t say anything then why mess it up? She had
promised to squawk if things got uncomfortable and he didn’t doubt
she would. He pulled the hem of the towel down, with more than a
little regret.
Then he gently worked the muscles of her hand. How tiny it
looked in the palm of his hand! For a brief moment he was flooded
with an emotion that had nothing to do with sex, then he got back
in control. All the trust she had placed in him seemed represented
by her limp hand in his, and he suddenly felt fiercely protective
of her. Oh, knock that shit off! he scolded himself again. He had
no business feeling this way. Put it away and concentrate on the
work at hand.
He gently kneaded the muscles of her forearm and upper arm, and
then leaned over to work the other one. Finally, he placed his
thumbs on her temples and massaged the muscles there. Then he sat
back, massaging his own aching hands. He needed to build up the
muscles more if he did this often. He hoped he would be doing this
often.

A long moment of silence stretched between them. Finally Theresa
stirred and sighed. “That was wonderful.”
“I do try.” James said, reaching down to gently stroke her arm.
He ran his fingers lightly up to her throat. She tilted her head
back as he traced the line of her jaw. A smile crossed her lips,
small but very, very large in meaning.
Almost before he knew what he was doing, James leaned down and
kissed her. Their lips met for an endless passionate moment that
ended much too soon. When they parted he saw she was looking up at
him, and he knew she was feeling the same things as he.
Theresa reached up and caressed his chest. “That was nice. Let’s
do it again.”
So he kissed her again, their tongues meeting in an intimate
embrace. This time he didn’t break contact, but instead traced his
lips down her jawline to the hollow of her throat. She giggled a
little at the tingling sensation this caused.
Nor did he stop there. Taking his time he explored the lovely
lines of her collarbone, then moved down with slow, exquisite
deliberation. He moved the hem of the towel down until both her
breasts were left exposed. The nipples stood up stiff and hard. He
took one in his mouth and the other in his hand.
Theresa gasped and squirmed at the waves of pleasure that swept
over her. He used teeth and tongue gently to bring her to ever
higher plateaus. Her hands roamed over his back, sometimes
clenching and leaving light scratches.
After a while James stopped. With a contemptuous flick of the
wrist he whipped the towel away. Theresa was startled by the action
but his smile reassured her. With his mouth he travelled down her
belly, pausing a moment at her navel. Then onward again, down to
the dark triangle of her pubic hair. The hair was very soft and he
rubbed his face against if for a minute, wondering what she must
think of that.
He moved downward a little more, teasing her inner thighs with
little licks and nibbles. With a gentle hand he parted her thighs
and brought his mouth to the very center of her pleasure.
His tongue flicked out and teased the folds of flesh, then
moving in between them, quickly finding that one very special
spot…
More waves of pleasure, much more intense than the first,
threatened to overwhelm her senses. Theresa gasped and shuddered,
astonished at the intensity of the feelings. Within moments the
pleasure had advanced to true sexual lust that began to build and
swell. Relentlessly he drove her to the point of orgasm, and with a
jolt she came with more force than she imagine possible, the
pleasure exploding in a trillion fragments of feeling, filling her
entire body with a shudder.
A long moment her body tensed, muscles hard as iron, then all
tension drained out like water and she collapsed on the bed,
utterly exhausted. James collapsed beside her, holding and stroking
her gently.
In a breathless voice she said “My God. How did you…?”
He shrugged. “I’m not really sure, actually. I just go ahead and
do it.”
“You sure did it right.” she hugged him close to her, muscles
still shivering from the release. She felt his hardness press
against her stomach, still covered by his jeans. She tugged at his
belt and said, “Considering the intimacy of the moment, aren’t
those kind of out of place?”
Without a word James stripped off his pants and hugged her close
again. The feeling of skin against skin was exquisite. Her breasts
pressed hard against his chest, generating more sexual heat. She
was surprised how fast she was recovering, and how much she wanted
more. She roamed over his ass with her free hand, feeling it’s
firmness. He was doing roughly the same thing, she noticed. Then
she reached around and grasped his erection, a little surprised at
its size and hardness. She pressed her hips against his and was
more surprised at the spark of sexual energy that exploded in her.
There was just one little detail that needed taking care of. “So,
where do you keep the, um…”
“Um’s the word.” James chuckled, reaching somewhere over her
head and pulling open a drawer. He retrieved a small cellophane
package which he tore open with more than a little difficulty
(”Damn high-security bulletproof plastic!”). From the package he
triumphantly extracted a condom. “I knew it was in there!”
After they stopped their nervous giggling he offered it to her.
“Would you like to do the honors?”
She gingerly took the condom and placed it over the tip of his
penis, slowly rolling it down along it’s rigid length. The pale
rubber stood out against the golden sheen of his skin and it looked
damn funny, producing more giggles. Then they embraced again, until
he rolled over on top of her. Their eyes met, and he once again
thought about how dark and mysterious and beautiful her eyes were.
In a soft voice she said, “Please be gentle.”
“Have I been anything but?” He silenced her fears with a last,
lingering kiss. Then he positioned his penis and slowly, slowly
inserted it. Then he was all the way in and grinding his hips
against hers.
For Theresa the pleasure returned, faster and more intense than
before. It felt so damn good to have him inside of her, so right!
She never wanted it to end.
James thrust slowly in and out, propped on one elbow and running
his free hand along her bare side. He felt her moving under him in
time to his movements and her breath was warm on his cheek. It was
a passing moment of great power and beauty. He wished it could last
forever.
But of course nothing lasts forever. Too soon, it seemed, the
pleasure built in both of them until orgasm was inevitable. They
came together in a fury of gasps and moans, holding each other so
tightly as to almost become one, poised for one brief and glorious
second on a much higher plain than this one before returning to the
real world elated and exhausted.
Silently they lay together for a long, long time, enjoying the
warmth and closeness and each other’s touch. Quietly, Theresa said
“Thank you.”
“Well, thank you too.” James whispered, hugging her tightly to
him. Again, the silence. Eventually he spoke. “Theresa?”
“Yes?” she mumbled, somewhere between waking and sleeping.
“There’s something I been wanting to tell you. I-” he froze.
“What?” she looked up at him, awake now.
“I-” he started again, “Um-” he continued, finally he shook his
head and finished lamely, “I guess I must be tired.”
She turned away, dissapointed. “Me too.” Maybe later he would be
able to say what he was feeling. Maybe.
But she did not have much energy left for wondering, and soon
both of them were deeply asleep…

Gang Bang

Two of my buddies and I were at the local Go-Go bar
checking out the action after a long, hard day walking the
steel in 95 degree weather. We were throwing down some
cold ones watching this long, lanky blonde strutting her
stuff. She had a great ass and legs but didn’t have much
in the way of tits. I motioned to her to come over and
held up a dollar bill. She headed our way, dancing, never
missing a beat, while giving us a sultry smile and running
her tongue over her lips. When she reached me I started
talking to her, asking her what her name was and all that
idle chat bullshit. Her name was Jen, short for Jennifer
she told me. She held her bikini type top away from her
body allowing me to place the dollar bill inside it. As I
put the dollar inside her top I rubbed my fingers over her
nipple. She reached for my hand, pressed it to her tit,
and then moved my hand away. She smiled sexily and danced
away to another patron holding up a bill. As was usual,
the conversation turned to how much we would like to fuck
this dancer and all the usual talk that ensues after one
of these “close encounters”. After awhile, not feeling
much pain, thanks to the Coors, I held up another dollar
and Jen came over. I asked what time she got through and
she said that she finished dancing at 11:00 p.m. I asked
her if she wanted to go out after she got off and go for a
drink or get something to eat. She, somewhat to my
surprise, replied that she would like that and we could go
right after she got off.

Well, a couple of hours passed and it was finally 11
o’clock. She left the dance floor and went in the back
room to change into her street clothes. When she came out
I almost fell off the stool! She was wearing the tightest
jeans that I had ever seen, six inch spiked heels, and
what had to be the skimpiest halter top she could wear
without getting arrested. Her jeans were so tight that the
seam of the crotch was pulled up into her slit forcing her
cunt lips to bulge invitingly on either side of the seam.
My buddy nudged me with his elbow nodding his envious
approval. By now my cock was standing up straight and as
hard as the steel toe in my boot! She came over, smiled
sexily, took me by the arm, and we were on our way. She
said she didn’t mind if my buddies came along which was a
damned good thing since I had the only wheels! Her car was
being repaired and she had taken a taxi to work. We
grabbed a couple of six packs and ice on the way out and
filled the cooler in my van. I asked Greg, one the guys I
was with, to drive while Jen, Paul (my other buddy), and I
got into the back of the van. Jen elected to sit on the
floor so Paul and I sat on the couch (my van was fully
customized). Greg started driving around while Paul and I
talked to Jen about how long she had been dancing and
silly shit like that, trying to get a feel for where her
head was at. The soft red lights that were installed in
the van shined softly on her face highlighting her high
cheekbones and beautiful complexion. She was a good
looking girl and the lights made her look even better. I
slid off the couch and sat next to her. She was sipping a
beer and talking about how nice the van was. When the
conversation lulled she reached into her handbag and
pulled out a baggie with grass and rolling papers in it. I
normally don’t get high and so I kind of sat there not
saying anything. Paul, a real pothead, said “Allright, the
girls got some smoke!” She looked up and smiled at me and
then started rolling a joint. She lit up and took a couple
of deep hits before passing it to me. Not wanting to seem
like an asshole and not really giving a damn about smoking
because I was “ripped” from the beers, I took a couple of
hits and then passed it to Paul. “Good Shit” he said after
taking a couple of hits. Greg hollered for the joint and
we passed it to him and then back and forth until it was
completely gone. Jen rolled another one and we all passed
it back and forth, getting more and more stoned! Now I
don’t know good grass from bad grass, but I know I sure
got fucked up that night! Greg finally parked the van deep
in the woods, in one of our partying spots, and joined us
in the back of the van. We got more comfortable, me
sitting behind Jen with her sitting between my legs. As we
all talked and laughed I reached up under Jens top and
started fondling her tits. Her nipples quickly became hard
and erect. She tilted her head back towards me, smiled,
and kissed me lightly on the lips. All of us continued to
carry on some meaningless conversation for awhile. Greg
said that he had to take a piss and got out of the van.
Paul had to relieve himself also and went with Greg,
leaving Jen and I alone in the van. Jen threw her head
back and as I kissed her she thrust her tongue beep into
my mouth. As we kissed I ran my hand down her belly and
unbuttoned her jeans. I slid the zipper down and she
moaned softly. Our lips parted and she lifted her ass and
slid her jeans off. She had no panties on underneath and
in the dim light I could see that she had a shaven pussy!
My rod was rigid and rock hard, actually aching now! She
turned and started to unbutton my jeans. I raised my ass
and slid them off. She pulled off my underwear releasing
my aching cock and made a cooing noise before saying
simply “Ooooo Baby”! I pulled my tee shirt off as she took
off her halter top. These cute, pert tits stood out
perfectly and invitingly. Paul and Greg, thankfully, had
started a conversation outside and seemed to be engrossed
in it. Jen pushed me down on my back and started to kiss
my chest, slowly working her way down passed my stomach to
my rock hard cock. I reached underneath her and started
playing with her tits, gently kneading her hard nipples
between my fingers. She finally reached my cock and ran
her tongue around the swollen head. She was taking the
head into her mouth and running her tongue around it. She
would then take it out of her mouth and run her tongue
around the head again. As she did this she gently massaged
my balls. She ran her tongue up and down my six inch shaft
and lightly bit the shaft of my cock. My balls were aching
now and she finally took almost my whole cock in her
mouth. I grabbed her hair and started shoving her head
down, trying to ram the whole length of my tool down her
throat. She placed her hand around the base of my cock to
keep my thrusts from choking her as I continued to fuck
her in the mouth. I kept thinking about that clean shaven
cunt she had and pulled her head from my rod. I pulled her
up towards me. She grabbed my cock, positioned herself
over it, and slammed her glistening, shaved pussy down on
me, impaling herself on my ramrod. I felt my balls tighten
up as she sat on me, thrusting her body up and down on my
ready to explode cock. As she fucked me I saw a figure
standing by the back door of the van. It was Paul. He
motioned to me if he could join in. Jen had her eyes
closed savoring each thrust of my cock deep into her pussy
and didn’t know a thing. I reached up and guided Jen’s
lips to mine so that she would be bent over me with her
beautifully rounded ass sticking up in the air. We thrust
against each other while our tongues established a rythym
of their own. Out of the corner of my eye I could see
Paul, cock in hand, taking saliva from his mouth and
putting it on the head of his cock. He slowly moved up
behind Jen and started kissing her firm, well rounded
buttocks. Startled, she tried to sit up. I held her behind
her neck as I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. Paul
was kissing her ass and slowly worked down until his
tongue was probing her pink, puckered orifice. She was
enjoying Paul’s tongue sliding in and out of her tight
asshole because her thrusts upon my cock became faster and
more erratic and she seemed close to having an orgasm.
Suddenly She stopped thrusting and her body went rigid. I
opened my eyes and saw Paul, now on his knees behind her,
trying to force his cock up that tight, clamped up,
asshole. Jen tried to sit up but her legs were folded
beneath her and she couldn’t get up. No longer kissing, I
held her head next to mine as she started to cry out and
beg “No, please don’t, don’t do that.” “Owwwww” she cried
out as Paul started to push past her backdoor and into the
deep recesses of her bowels. “Please, please, it hurts,
take it out, please take it out” she cried out as Paul
continued to force his long hard cock up her ass. She
started to whimper and make little sobbing noises even as
I thrust my ramrod deep into her cunt. She let out a
sudden cry as Paul, impatient now, rammed the full length
of his shaft up Jen’s tight ass. I felt Paul’s cock slid
against mine through the thin membrane separating Jen’s
ass from her cunt as he impaled her on his manhood. Jen’s
head lay next to me and she was sobbing. Paul and I, now
caught up in this sex extravaganza, alternated our thrusts
as we both shoved our meat deep into her. Jen stopped
sobbing and started moaning softly. She lifted her head
and gently started to part my lips with her tongue. She
was getting the shit fucked out of her and was starting to
love it. Our tongues met and I could feel my balls about
to burst. Jen was starting to shudder, a climax building,
when all of a sudden I see Greg on his knees in front of
Jen! I broke away from the kiss and whispered into Jen’s
ear “we have another surprise for you”. She looked up
almost knowingly, pushed herself up on her arms, and took
Greg’s tool into her mouth. I imagined such things as this
only in fantasies! Greg held her by the back of the head
and was literally fucking her in the mouth. This was no
ordinary blow job, Greg was fucking her mouth as hard as I
was fucking her shaven pussy and Paul was shoving it up
her ass! I could still feel Jen’s body tremble, working
towards orgasm. She suddenly pulled her mouth from Greg’s
cock and started to jerk him off as she breathlessly
yelled out “Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me, shove it up my ass”.
My balls let loose their load and I felt the cum spew from
my cock deep into the recesses of her cunt. Jen was
moaning louder now, shuddering uncontrollably and cried
out as she started to climax. Paul was really slamming
into her now and saying something about her hot, tight,
asshole and how he was gonna fill it with cum. Paul got
off and shot his wad deep into Jen’s bowels. Jen took
Greg’s cock back into her mouth and he shot his load, Jen
swallowing every bit of his jism. All four of us were
spent now. Paul slid his shaft out of her swollen asshole
and sort of fell against the couch. Greg was sitting in
the front seat of the van now and Jen was just kind of
slumped over on top of me. I rolled over to the side and
sat up to grab a beer. I took a few mouthfuls and offered
it to Jen. She sipped on the can and sat silently. After a
few minutes she asked me to take her home.

I dropped off Paul and Greg on the way to Jen’s house. Jen
didn’t speak at all during the ride home. I started
feeling kind of bad for Jen, we really fucked over this
poor girl. I guessed that she wasn’t as wild as she seemed
judging by the way she was dressed. When we got to her
house I walked her to the door. She unlocked the door and
had no intention of inviting me in. I asked if I could use
the bathroom. I almost had to beg her. She reluctantly
agreed to let me in. There were a couple of pairs of panty
hose hanging in the bathroom and a real sexy negligee
hanging on the back of the door. I saw a razor sitting on
the side of the bathtub and started thinking about Jen’s
smooth, glistening cunt again. I could feel myself getting
worked up again, wanting her to myself this time.
I left the bathroom and found Jen sitting on the couch in
a bathrobe. I tried to think of something to say to her
but she abruptly asked me to just leave, she wanted to
take a shower. Determined to have her again, I sat down
next to her and asked how she felt. “Now how the fuck do
you think I feel” she asked. More determined than ever, I
reached over and pushed my hand under her bathrobe and let
it rest on her thigh. She went to get up and I pulled her
back down on the couch. I said “look, I’m sorry for what
happened tonight. I know that my apology doesn’t make it
any different but we were all fucked up and got carried
away”. She stood up again and said that she just wanted to
take a shower and for me to leave. She walked away and
went into the bathroom locking the door behind her. I just
sat there wondering if I should leave or try to get laid
again. I got up and checked her refrigerator. She had a
six pack in there so I grabbed a beer. I sat on the couch
for about 10 minutes and heard the shower go off. A couple
of minutes later Jen came out of the bathroom. She got
real pissed off when she saw me still there and told me to
get the fuck out of her house or I’d be sorry. She was
wearing the same bathrobe and it had swung open, exposing
her thighs almost to her crotch. I started getting more
exited looking at her soft, milky white flesh. I was more
determined than ever to have another go round with her. I
got up and pulled her down onto the couch. She cried out
in protest which was starting to excite me even more. I
roughly pulled her robe up over her head and pulled in on
her waist as I pushed down on her upper back positioning
myself behind her. She was now in the “doggie” position
and fighting like hell. I pulled the bathrobe all the way
over her from behind so that it covered her head and
flailing arms. She was lying on the side of her face, her
arms entangled in the robe now. My arm was around her
waist pulling upward so those round mellons were
invitingly in the air. I could see her red, swollen
asshole now. It was puffy and much redder than it normally
would be. Looking at that tight, swollen little orifice
made me get extremely excited. I spit on one of my fingers
and shoved it against her swollen bud. She cried out in
pain and tried to get up. I grabbed her roughly by the
hair and forced her face into the cushion on the couch. I
smacked her ass as hard as I could, stinging my own hand.
She cried out and then started to sob. I backhanded her
across the ass again and she started to cry. I spit into
my hand and smeared it over the head of my now raging
cock. I spit onto my fingers and shoved them against her
swollen asshole to get it lubricated ready for my
intrusion. Red welts had formed where I smacked her ass.
Jen jumped when I shoved my fingers against the entrance
of her anal entry and cried out painfully. This made me
more exited and I roughly shoved the purple head of my
cock against that unyielding passageway. I pulled her
against me as I thrust forward and her sphincter gave in
to the force of the weapon I yielded. I watched my cock,
now fully lubricated with the mucus from her back door,
slip easily back and forth inside her. Jen made little
whimpering sounds while I thrust in and out of her. I
leaned over her and slid two fingers into her shaved cunt
while I roughly handled her small, firm tits with my other
hand. I was getting ready to ejaculate into her deepest
recesses. The thought of forcing my cock as far up inside
her as I could when I was ready to cum excited me. I sat
up to take a final look at my cock slipping easily in and
out of her and could see trickles of blood from her abused
asshole running down my cock. As the cum welled up in my
balls I started slamming into Jen. She raised herself up
on her hands and started to moan. As I shot my load I
slammed my battering ram into Jen as far as I could. I
held it there until the spastic contractions of my cumming
cock subsided. Again I started slamming in and out of that
swollen, bloody bung hole to milk the last drops of cum
from my still rigid tool. Jen was moaning and moving to
meet my thrusts. I reached to her cunt and started
massaging her clit between my thumb and forefinger. Jen
cried out blissfully as she reached orgasm. I withdrew my
cock from her bloody, swollen asshole. I turned her over
on her back and, starting from her neck, kissed her gently
and slowly, reaching her nipples, I gently sucked and
caressed them. Continuing downward I finally reached her
sweet, shaven mound. I ran my tongue gently over her clit
and took it into my mouth. I slowly slid my finger in and
out of that sweet love tunnel as I continued to tongue her
love button. I ran my hand over her firm little tits and
she moaned softly. She started to tremble and I licked her
clit faster. Her body started to writhe as she approached
climax. She stiffend as she reached orgasm. She shudderd a
few times and then laid quietly back on the couch. I put
my tongue between her soft cunt lips and lapped up her
love juices, savoring the fragrance and taste of her. She
laid there quietly for a few minutes and then softly asked
me to leave.

I haven’t seen Jen since that night. I’ve been told that
she doesn’t dance anymore. Maybe tonight I’ll take a ride
by her house………….

Hot Orgy Story

The following weekend couldn’t come fast enough, but on Friday evening
the girls showed up as planned. I having invited six of my friends from
the club around for a drink that night. I showed the girls to their
bedrooms and watched them unpack.

They got showered and changed while I sat and chatted. They soaped and
fingered themselves all over. Lathering their bodies, they worked
their nimble fingers into both love holes, washing them out before
towelling themselves dry and rubbing scented oil into their sexes.

Claire rubbed scented oil into her smooth clean shaven cunt, then down
between her pussy lips and into her arse. Then rubbing vasoline into
the puckered opening of her anus, she dressed in a white Basque, stocking
and G-string, under a white silk wraparound dress. The dress was so sheer,
every detail of her underwear could be seen as she moved.

Tracy rouged the lips of her sex and nipples, before rubbing scent into her
pubic mound and down between the cheeks of her plump bottom. Like Claire
she also rubbed vasoline into the entrance to her anus, before dressing
herself in black silk stockings and suspender belt, under a red skin tight
dress, which buttoned down the side. She wore no bra or knickers, and with
the buttons undone from her crutch down, when she walked you got the
occasional flash of stocking top and pubic bush.

At about 9 o’clock my friends started to arrive. I introduced them to the
sisters in turn, then showed them into the lounge, where drinks and food
were waiting. I had set out a bar with wine, beer and spirits, plus the
usual mixers. I had also laid out a buffet with sandwiches, salads, fruit,
snacks and deserts, plus a few additions the sisters had asked for.

Soon every one was there, seven men sitting around eying up Tracy and
Claire, who acting very demurely, got drinks for everyone, chatting gaily
to us all. They laughed and giggled as the night wore on and drink made
our comments more suggestive.

Dave who had been chatting to Tracy for a while, started to dare her to
undo more buttons of her dress. Tracy climbing up onto one of the two
coffee tables in the centre of the room, started to dance erotically. This
gave us all the occassional flash of stocking top etc. I put on some moody
music and sat down to watch.

Tracy undid a button at a time while still dancing. Until she reached the
last three under her left armpit, then Claire, removing her wraparound,
climbed onto the other table. Tracy undid the last buttons to reveal all,
as Claire slipped off her G-string. They then both cavorted and danced
around the tables stimulating themselves erotically.

The girls started to tease us into stripping off as well. So Dave, Steve,
Peter and Nick surrounding Tracy, stripped off. Mike, Martin and I stripped
off around Claire. Once stripped off we started to fondle the girls, but
they pushed us away, refusing to be rushed. They demanded we sit down once
undressed, while they continued the show. They both touched and fondled
themselves while dancing, until Tracy moving over to the buffet table, said
she would offer each of us a feast.

At first we didn’t understand what Tracy’s offer meant. We soon caught on
to what she had in mind though, when she invited us in turn to approach
the buffet table. She sat herself on the edge of the table with her legs
spreadeagled apart and hanging over the edge, leaving her cunt and arse
wide open for us all to admire.

We watched amazed as she covered her delectable cunt in spoonfuls of thick
fresh cream, rubbing it into her sopping slit and pubes with abandon. Then
slowly peeling the largest banana in the fruit bowl, she licked and sucked
at its length like a meaty cock, before easing it as far as possible up
her vagina. Once in she started a slow wank using the banana like a huge
dildo, before finally embedding it up her now sopping cunt.

Once Tracy had the banana embedded up her hole to her satisfaction, she
beckoned Dave to approach the table where she laid back across it. Kneeling
between her wide flung thighs, he tucked into his feast. Licking, sucking
and chewing his way through the juicy offering. He eventually had to use
his fingers to scoop out the cream cocktail mixed with banana, before
sucking them clean in his mouth. He continued his meal until he had cleaned
her gaping sex completely. Tracy’s vagina, from all Dave’s administrations,
was now oozing sticky juice down her legs. It ran down the crack of her arse
to form a spreading pool on the table.

Steve was next, being offered a trifle covered cunt with six cherries and a
plum, pushed into her now streaming hole. Followed by Nick, who had the
pleasure of eating a squashed, cream filled chocolate eclair from her love
box.

Peter lastly was offered a cunt smothered in melba sauce, with a whole ripe
stoned peach pushed and sqashed up her vagina, the juice running down her
slit and arse onto the table. He ate and licked the peach, juice and sauce
from her cunt. Then taking a straw from the bar, shoved it up her cunt and
sucked out the cocktail within. Once finished he raised her legs into the
air, pushing them forward over her head and licked the spilt juices from
the scented crack of her arse.

Meanwhile Claire was not inactive, she grabbed a half full wine bottle
from the bar, and after pouring most of the contents over her breasts and
cunt, started to masturbate herself off using the long neck of the Hock
bottle. She shoved it as far up her vagina as it would go, the remaining
wine running into her cunt before pouring out around the sides of the
pistoning bottle neck, as it slid up her hole.

When she had finished, the bottle had copious amounts of her love juice,
mixed with wine in the bottom, so putting it to her lips, she slowly
licked the bottle neck dry, before tilting her head back and drinking her
own spendings.

Beckoning us over she then lay beside Tracy on the buffet table, where she
smothered her beautiful smooth cunt in honey. Martin had the pleasure of
licking it clean. Next came Mike, being offer the pleasure of her silky cunt
covered in jam with sponge fingers wedged up her hole. They slowly went soft
as her love juice soaked into them, making a soggy mess which got harder
and harder to scoop and suck out. Mike eventually had to use a teaspoon to
remove the last of the feast, slipping it up her gaping sex and scooping
it out until none was left.

Finally I got my turn at Claire. She picked up the whole butter pat from
the table, and slid it up and down her mound and slit. She oiled the whole
area of her sex. The butter melted on contact with her warm skin running
down into the openings of her anus and cunt. Carefully moulding the block of
butter into a long phallus, she opened the swollen lips of her sex wide and
worked the butter slowly into the dribbling opening of her vagina.

Leaving the butter jutting from her sex, she peeled a large banana. Dipping
it in melba sauce and holding it in one hand, she slid the melting butter
shaft out of her cunt and pushed the sticky banana up her well greased
avenue. At the same time she rubbed the remaining butter into the valley
between the cheeks of her arse, slipping the occasional finger into the
puckered oily opening of her anus.

I knelt in front of her, and started to eat my way through the feast.
I soon reached her oily cunt lips which entrapped the last half of the
banana. Digging deep with my tongue, while sucking hard, but I couldn’t
remove any more, so I resorted to using my fingers to scoop and dig at her
hole. Sliding a finger under her bottom, I wedged it into her arse, hooking
it over for grip, so that I could hold her while removing the soggy mess bit
by bit. The last bit being so far down, I used a teaspoon to scoop it out,
wasting none I swallowed the last of my meal. I then, like a good little boy,
licked the plate clean, including the valley and cheeks of her arse.

Standing up and walking around to the other side of the table, I first
stuffed one, then both my balls into Claire’s gaping mouth. She sucked on
them greedily. Then after licking the whole length of my rigid meat with
long, slow, wet slurps, I fed my dribbling cockhead into her hot, deep and
welcoming mouth.

Opening her mouth as far as possible, she first relaxed her throat, then
gulped and swallowed as I pushed, my cock slowly slipped into her mouth,
until to my utter amazement, the whole length of my fat wet prick was
wedged down her pretty throat. With my pubes tickling her chin and my balls
slapping her nose, I started to slide the whole length of my cock in and
out of her mouth, letting the head slip almost out of her lips, before
plunging it in again to the hilt. Fucking her tight, slinging throat as
if it was her cunt. What a fantastic sensation, feeling my cockhead
nudging deep down her throat. Sliding into her mouth, with her rippling
throat muscles milking the length of my fat 9″ shaft it wasn’t long before
the crisis came.

While I shafted Claire’s throat for all I was worth, Martin wedged his fat
cock into her slippery cunt. I watched as inch by inch he stuffed his red
hot meat up her, until his pubes met her smooth, butter soaked cunt lips.
Building up a slow rhythm, he fucked her with long deep thrusts, driving her
further onto my throbbing meat.

Nick stood over us while Claire slid between our pounding cocks, like a
well oiled piston. She gripped his rod, wanking him as fast as she could,
and rubbing his length over her breasts and throat. Occasionally letting my
cock go, she took Nick’s meat down her throat, sucking on its length before
fitting my huge erection back into her gaping mouth.

I spewed my spunk deep into her mouth, letting my hot sperm jet down her
throat. Some spilled out of the corner of her mouth as she gulped it down
as fast as she could, choking slightly as I wedged my still jetting cock
deep down her throat again. I came and came in the biggest orgasam I can
remember, hosing sperm into her willing mouth and throat again and again.
I thought from the amount of spunk she had received, I was going to drown
her, but apart from choking when I sprayed the back of her throat she
swallowed everything I gave her.

I continued to pump my cock in and out of her mouth, with her suckling
and sucking for all she was worth. She used every trick she knew to try
and keep my cock hard and stiff, which she succeeded in doing well.

While Clare took care of Martin and I, Tracy I noticed was catering to
the others. She was kneeling on the coffee table close by, astride Peter,
who’s cock was wedged up her cunt as far as it would go, while Dave using
the butter Claire had used so well, as lubricant, had wedged his cock up
her arse at least six inches, with more going in at each thrust. Finally
her mouth was doubly well occupied, Steve had his 11″ rod fitted snuggly
into her mouth, and from the look of it she was gagging on his massive
knobend as sank into her throat. Mike was standing next to Steve, and every
few strokes she would spit Steve out and gobble his cock instead.

As I watched, Steve started to grunt and twitch as he spewed the contents
of his huge balls down Tracy’s throat. Sperm spurted out the sides of
Tracy’s mouth, running down her chin and throat. Steve must of shot gallons
into her, but as he pulled out, his knob spat like a gun, firing thick
white, sticky bullets time and again. His seed squirted full into her face,
splashing over her nose and cheeks, into her eyes and hair, and onto her
lips, chin and forehead. It hung there thick and creamy, while some having
missed her face had sprayed down her chin and breasts, hung from her swollen
nipples like white swinging stalactites.

Steve was followed closely by Peter and Dave, spurting their loads into
her cunt and arse together. As they withdrew Tracy flopped down on
her back exhausted, spunk dribbling from her cunt and arse, mingling to
form a spreading puddle on the table. Mike immediately took advantage of
the situation.

Kneeling in front of her he sucked and licked her cunt and arse clean of
sperm, before standing up and wedging his massive erection up her anus.
He drove her along the table, his huge tool emmbedded up her backside, until
with grunts and heaves he spewed the contents of his balls up her well tight
greased arse. Pulling out of her the flood of sperm washed down onto the
tablecloth leaving another spreading stain.

After a few minutes of fucking Claire’s mouth, my cock was again rock hard
and ready to go. I withdrew my erect and well wetted cock from it sheath,
and walking round to the other table, stood between her sisters wide flung
thighs.

As I withdrew from Claire’s mouth, Nick immediately took my place, sliding
his not inconsiderable length down her throat where I had been moments
before, while Martin continued to hammer away between her thighs.

Holding Tracy’s legs out wide, I gently pushed my cock deep into her
sopping cunt.  It was difficult because she was so tight, even after all
the previous abuse, so I wondered how Steve would manage up her love
tunnel later. Eventually in up to the hilt, I began to pump in and out
as smoothly and fast as possible.

As I sliced into Tracy’s hole, Martin alongside us began to buck and groan,
spewing his load into Claire’s grotto. Nick reached his peak watching
Martins efforts at the opposite end, pumping his hot spendings deep into
Claire’s mouth, but withdrawing to give a few final squirts into her
upturned face. They continued their efforts at each end of Claire, refusing
to let their erections go soft. Claire’s cunt became a sodden swamp as
or combined cum spurted out the sides as Martins pistoning cock worked in
her very juicy grotto.

Tracy began a long slow climb back to a climax, and I helped her along by
playing with her breasts and pulling and pinching her nipples. Martin who
being replaced in the warmth of Claire’s cunt by Peter, slid his semi hard,
cum dripping length into Tracy’s mouth as I worked away between her legs.
Soon she was in the rythm of us both, each driving her further onto the
others shaft. Martin becoming more aroused at each stroke, regained his
erection, which as it grew wedged further down her throat with each thrust.

As Tracy reached orgasm I felt the wash of her juices around my embedded
erection. Slipping my length out of her cunt, and bending her legs upwards
and forwards over her head. I rubbed the length of my cockmeat from her
inflamed clit down her exposed cunt to her arse. Letting my knobend slip
between the cheeks of her arse, I nudged my length into her puckered spunk
dribbling hole. Pushing gently until her anus started to distend around my
prick. I thrust the head of my cock fully into her tight slippery arse. She
jerked at the force of my entry, giving a yelp of pain as my length slid in.

I leaned my weight down on her to assist the penetration, and as my length
eased further in, the lubrication of Daves and Mikes spunk, mixed with the
butter and vasoline, made the going easier. She settled down to enjoy it,
riding the length of my shaft as it tried to uncoil her entrails.

I slid and pushed into Tracy’s arse, juice and sperm trickling out to
cover my balls. Her entrails were already swimming in sperm, making the
going easier. So sticking my fingers in the butter, I slid one up her
arse alongside my thrusting prick, pushing the others into her streaming
cunt.

Claire was now kneeling in front of Steve, Peter and Martins combined
sperm dribbling from her gaping wet sex. She was trying very hard to
restore his massive erection by skilful use of her mouth. So taking
advantage of the offered position I withdrew from Tracy’s arse. Being
replaced at once by Nick, who alternated between shafting her cunt and
arse, while using a bottle in the hole not occupied by his prick.

I picking up the butter pat and moved up behind Claire. Sticking my fingers
into the butter, I greased the cheeks of her arse, smothering them in butter.
I then pushed first one then two fingers slowly up Claire’s amazing, tight
arse. It was very hard because she was so tense, and she protested at first.
But after working them in and out for a while she settled back, relaxing to
enjoy the sensation. I slid my fingers out of her tight hole, then holding
the butter up I pushed the length of my cock through it, smothered in
butter I rubbed it in by giving it a quick wank. Once I had it well
lubricated, I wedged the butter pat between the cheeks of Claires arse,
moulding it to the shape of the valley.  Sticking my fingers through the
butter and up the hole of her anus, I rammed plug after plug of butter
into her anus, using my fingers to poke it as far up as possible.

Scraping the remaining butter from the deep cleft between the greasy cheeks
of her arse, I started to force my rigid, greasy cock into her tight well
greased anus. She at first complained and tried to pull away as I eased my
butter covered cock slowly into her tight rear orifice. But as it sank
further into her entrails she started to moan and pant, pushing back onto
my embedded weapon to force it further up her arse.

Nick and Martin both spilt their spunk deep into Tracy’s arse and mouth
respectively. I could see the lust on their faces, and hear their groans
as she feasted on Martins spurting prick. Sperm dribbling from the corners
of her mouth, while Mike filled her entrails with his hot, sticky seed.
Humping and shaking her behind as jet after jet of hot spunk sprayed deep
up her already overflowing arse.

Steve by now stiff again, unplugged Claire’s arse from my cock with a wet
sucking squelch. Lifting her bodily onto his cock, he slowly forced her
down, impaling her on his massive erection. I watched fascinated as pushing
on her shoulders Steve forced the purple head of his cock into her cunt.
It looked about the size of a babys clentched fist, and stretched her cunt
lips wide, before his huge tool slid slowly into her.

It was like watching a suckling pig being driven onto a large wooden stake
for roasting. Inch after inch wedged further up her straining sex, until
she couldn’t take any more. There was still about three inches of his meat
jutting out as Claire sat there perched on top of his weapon.

I washed my cock off using a bottle of wine, then watched as Peter, who
having rested, stood around Claire with Dave and Mike, so that she could
suck on their rampant cocks in turn. First one then another, and finally
taking two at a time, dipping them into her warm wet mouth and throat.

Claire wanked and sucked the three cocks around her, while Tracy seeing me
stretched out on the floor, knelt over me and gripping my still rampant cock,
wedged it up her cunt from below. Martin crouched down behind her, and
thinking he also was about to assult her anus, she reached for the butter.
But Martin had other ideas, pushing her forward onto my chest he forced his
cock into her cunt alongside mine. Both of us gripping her around the waist,
we forced her down onto the combined width and length of our cocks.

It felt like we would split her in half, but she kept humping our double
rod as hard as she could, begging for more. Hearing this, Nick dipping his
cock into the jar of honey, presented it to her mouth. When she opened her
pretty mouth to take him in, he slammed her head down so hard, his whole
length disappeared down her throat, almost choking and gagging her.

Claire impaled on Steves massive tool, gobbled the three other cocks until
the inevitable happened. Peter, Dave and Mike came one after another,
drowning her mouth, face and hair in hot spunk. They pumped their combined
loads into her pretty features, leaving sperm dripping from her nose, cheeks
and chin, with some dripping down to cover her large breasts. With bleary
eyes from the spunk in them, and streams of white sperm hanging from her
nipples Claire was tossed around on Steve erection like a tiny doll. She
had so much cum in her mouth she couldn’t hold it all. It dripped and ran
out of her lips before she could swallow it all. But like a cat trying to
get the last of the cream from its whiskers, she licked her lips and chin
before setting about cleaning up the mess on her tits.

Claire massaged the warm sperm into her large tits, paying particular
attention to her nipples, until they shone with the combined juice of
all those cocks. Soon they were caked white with drying sperm. Then using
her fingers, she wiped the spunk from her face and sucked it into her
mouth.

Martin and I slammed Tracy down on our pricks as hard as possible, while
above our heads we watched her greedily feast on Nicks rigid meat. Martin
started to twitch, then buck as he unloaded his balls deep into Tracy’s
stretched cunt. I could feel his sperm jetting up her hole drenching my
straining cock with wave after wave of hot cum. The sensation sent me over
the top. Sprayed my load up her, mixing with Martins spunk to flood her
insides completely. As we finished Nicks weapon recoiled violently, as it
spat its load down her throat. In the ecstatic spasms, his cock slipped out
of her mouth, spraying its load into her face. Where it ran down across
her chin and tits onto my upturned face and neck. I reached up and rubbed
the streams of white, warm cum into her breasts, twisting the wet, sticky
nipples between my fingers. Then sitting up I sucked on her erect sperm
coated nipples. Biting and licking them until she climaxed. She then
slumped down against my chest and licked my face clean of Nicks cream.

The men then joined us all for a well earned rest, and to watch Steve, who
holding her thighs wide apart, stretched Claire’s love tunnel wide with
his massive erection, now slippery with her juices. Picking Claire up by
her wide flung thighs, Steve stood up and walked across the room to
the sofa, Claire still impaled almost to the hilt on his weapon. Laying her
across the sofa so that she was kneeling on the edge with her head over
the back, Steve resumed his assult on her from the rear.

We watched amazed at the spectacle of Steves huge weapon spearing into
Claire’s tight, sperm soaked cunt. While her sperm soaked tits bounced
and shook. The look of lust on her face, also soaked in sperm prompted
Tracy to go over and start fondling Steve balls and rod as it plunged
into Claire’s grotto.

Tracy grabbing Steve by the embedded weapon dragged his off Claire, and
laying back on the sofa guided him into her sodden sex. Steve pushed and
shoved as hard as he could, bringing tears to Tracy’’s eyes. Suddenly
his erection slipped halfway into her straining cunt, and no matter how
much they tryed he couldn’t seem to get any more in.

After a few strokes Claire having recovered her breath, ordered Steve
back to work on her love tunnel. So standing up Steve obliged by ramming
his length back into her proffered cunt from behind. Steve straining and
grunting finally gave up the fight. Whipping out his rod just as it spat
its first salvo, drenching her back and arse. He then plunged it back in
to hose out Claires love tunnel with the rest of his spendings.

Tracy immediately started to lick the splashed spunk from Claire’s back,
and when Steve finally withdrew from Claire, she licked his rapidly
softening cock clean. Tracy then insisted on sucking Claire’s breasts,
neck and face clean of all the spilt spunk, while I licked and sucked her
spunk and juice soaked cunt clean and dry.

Sitting around talking we drank and ate for a while, talking over the past
few hours labours. It was decided that all would now adjourn to their
seperate beds for the night, and we would meet tomorrow lunch time.

A little pain

A Singer’s Song

A singer teases her boyfriend during her set, then continues in the
dressing room where he climaxes without being touched by her. Soon
they are joined by the singer’s girl friend.

GABRIALLA’S SONG

Chapter 1

We have been dating for several weeks. Candlelit dinners, quiet walks
in the park, movies and quiet times at your place. Although we seemed to
be very good and close friends our relationship had not progressed much
beyond holding hands, cuddling watching movies and tender good night
kisses. I was beginning to wonder what, it anything was going to come
from our friendship.

Little did I know what was going to happen?

Gabrialla, it was late on Saturday night when I arrived at the club to
hear you sing and watch your show. You were already in your next to last
set. The one where you tend to sing romantic ballads wearing that long
blue dress you like so well. And the one that I have a fantasy about.
You know the one. Scoop neck so low you have to be careful when you
curtsey at the end of the set. Almost no back and what there was, is cut
to your waist. The skirt of the dress reaches to just an inch or so from
the floor and is split up both sides to just an inch or so below your
waist. When you walk out on the stage all of your leg shows in the
split, completely to the top of your hip.

The minute I came into the club and sat at the stage side table you
reserved for me I know something was different. There was a charge in
the air, almost like that felt after lightly strikes nearby. As you sang
and looked into my eyes there was a glimmer in your eyes I had not seen
before and sparks jumped between us like electricity.

When you sing love songs you always seem as if you are singing to one
particular customer to maintain the intimacy of your songs. But tonight
you were singing to me. When you stood at the edge of the stage in front
of my table, your free hand would rest on your belly, just below your
navel. When you sang I could see you caressing yourself gently with the
tips of your fingers. Then removing your hand your would walk to the
other side of the stage and sing to the audience. At times your would
stand there with you free hand on your hip, but more on your butt
squeezing yourself softly. Then turning to look at me you wiggle your
fingers like beckoning me to come to you and continue with the song. As
you move into the last song of the set, and just before the end, you
once again stand in front of me, only this time, your legs are spread
slightly, showing almost all of both legs as they split the sides. Just
as you end the song, you place your hand on your belly above your navel,
then rolling your hand out, your cup your palm, and slowly begin to
raise your hand up. Almost as if you are going to cup your breast and
offer yourself to me. But just before reaching your breast and as the
song ends you lower your hand to your side, move to the front of the
stage and curtsey to the audience and tell them you will be back for the
final set in a few minutes.

The spot began to widen just a little with most of the light on the
front of the curtain and just a small section shinning deep into the
recess behind the curtain. I began to wonder what you were going to do
just as you backed into the spotlight. You were wearing nothing, not
hose, panties or anything. I instantly became erect with desire for you.
You began swaying with the music, running your hands down along your
butt and the top of your thighs, teasing just me. You moved your hands
to the front of you and bending over just a little ran your hands along
the inside of your thighs and up to your butt and back to your thighs.
Picking up your black satin panties you put them on first your left foot
then the right, then slowly pulled them up and covered your tight butt.
Next you pulled on your thigh high black stockings and a garter belt,
and fastened your stockings to the belt. Next you put on your black bra
and began to hook the back, but then changed your mind. You began to
turn to face while looking over your shoulder at me. Your bra was
hanging on your breasts, your face glimmering in the edge of the spot;
your hands caressing across your belly then cupped your sex. Lifting
your hands to your lips, you blew me a kiss. Next, knowing I was
watching you lifted both hands to your breasts reached under your bra
and cupped yourself. Then you leaned forward and your bra slipped off
your shoulders and fell to the floor. I saw you pinch your erect nipples
softly and moan silently. Quickly then as the music begin to beat more
heavily you picked up your short, black dress and slipped it over your
head. Now the dress is hanging open, framing your firm breasts and your
quivering belly. I could see a dampness forming at the crotch of you
panties. Slowly you brought the edge of the dress together and slowly
began to pull the zipper up. Now its at your waist and then to the top,
hiding your breasts from my view but not the erect nipples. You cup your
breasts one last time, pinch yourself and step out onto the stage and
begin your final song.

(All of this posing for me took less than a couple of minutes but it
seemed like you were teasing me forever.)

You went through your set of three songs totally ignoring me, but I
knew that your thoughts were of me. There was no doubt in my mind. I
could not pay attention to your song. My thoughts were completely on
you. And of how beautiful you were just a few minutes ago standing
behind the curtain dressing just for me.

Finally your final song is over, the applause more deafening than I have
ever heard. You step behind the curtain, turn to face me. Your hair damp
and sticking to your back and shoulders. The sweat running off your face
and creating rivulets of water making their way between your breasts.
Slowly you begin to pull at the zipper of the dress. It slides lower and
lower until it’s just below your waist. Just then the MC says, “here she
is for one last bow, Gabrialla.” You struggle with the zipper trying to
pull it up but no luck. Stepping to the edge of the curtain, you look at
me, smile, and step out into the spotlight. Bowing, you have to hold the
sides of the dress together to keep your breasts from slipping out from
your dress. Still the crowd can see you, knows the situation and
explodes in applause. You release the dress and raising both hands over
your head bow to the crowd, your breasts slip free just as the spot goes
out. The noise is deafening, almost tearing down the ceiling. I see your
shadow moving behind the curtain. The backstage light comes on as you
turn to look at me. Smiling, I see you say “Philip, come quickly to me,
come quickly.”

Chapter 2

I wait about 10 minutes for you to say hello before I start backstage.
I see you talking to a lady amongst a crowd of well wishers. I slowly
make my way to you and stand behind you waiting for you to finishing
talking. The crowd is so dense that I am pressed up against you. Gently
I let my hand rest on your butt. You glance over your shoulder, see its
me, and press back against my hand. I begin to squeeze you gently,
teasingly. Then as the crowd thickens I let my hand slip up under the
back of the short skirt and caress your satin panties. I can feel you
begin to wiggle against my hand as I slip my fingers under the leg band
and tease your damp butt.

Finally you turn to me, my hand slipping out from under your dress. You
stand on your toes and kissing my ear whisper, “You have me so hot and
turned on. Hurry to my dressing room”

Hand-in-hand we press through the back stage crowd and finally make it
to your dressing room. Staggering inside you shut and lock the door and
turning to me, you step up on a short stool so that your face is level
with mine. Then putting your arms around my neck you kiss me. Your lips
and mind so hot and burning. Our tongues teasing and twirling each
other’s. The scent of your perspiration and of your arousal mixed and
excites me. You break the kiss, step down from the stool and show me a
chair off to the side of the room. Indicating the chair you tell me,
“Sit there Philip, and no matter what happens you are not to get up, or
to move. Do you understand?”

Surprised at you directions I can only obey. Thoughts rapidly run
through my mind as to what you are intending, but I have no idea. Even
though I still sense the air of unexpected pleasure between us, I
haven’t a clue of what you intend. Standing in front of your mirror you
lift your long damp hair and wrap it in a towel. The zipper is no longer
stuck (was it ever) and you pull it completely undone and remove your
black dress. You are standing in front of the mirror in just your
panties, garter belt and hose. Your breasts are firm and upright, the
nipples slightly extended. Looking in the mirror and watching my eyes
you begin to lift and cup your breasts. Letting your thumbs caress
across the stiff nipples. Your lips part as you breathe deeply and lick
your lips. I sweet smile crossed your face as you look at me and smile.
Turning you walk toward me still cupping your breasts. The nipples
pinched between your finger and thumb, almost as if offering them to me.
I reach to touch you and you slap my hand telling me “Don’t move!”

You step back and tell me, “Philip, because you disobeyed me, I must
punish you. I hope you won’t mind.” With those words on your lips you
step to the chair and taking first the left, then the right hand you tie
my hands to the arm of the chair. Then kneeling between my legs you
unfasten my belt and pants and slip them off of me. My penis, erect
during the show has softened and only the shriveled head is peaking
through the opening of my boxers. Smiling, you look down at me and
murmur, “Is that shriveled up thing what I want tonight? I don’t think
so! I wonder if this will help?” As you lean forward and blow your hot
breath sharply across the head. Then leaning closer you flick you tongue
out and softly begin to lick just the tip of my penis. I begin to swell
and throb as you kiss me. Your fingers slipping inside my shorts to
squeeze and caress my testicles. Quickly you have brought me to a full
erection. I am fully exposed through the opening of my shorts. You step
back, look down and exclaim, “NOW.. That is more like it!”

Just then there is a knock on the door. You move to the door and open
it wide. (You haven’t put on a robe, so you open the door bare breasted)
Standing in the door is your best friend, Jezzie. I can see her in the
mirror. I know she can see me if she looks. Here I am, tied to the
chair, pants on the floor, and my erection fully exposed if she only
looks. She asks, “Gabby, are you about ready to leave?” You glance at
me, rubbing your butt with your hand and lifting your breasts and reply,
“I am certainly ready, but I have plans tonight. I won’t be going with
you.” Just then your friend glances in the mirror, her eyes open wide as
she glances down at me, her mouth forms a silent “O” and replies, “Hmmm,
I can see you have things ready for the evening. Sorry I can’t join you,
but I see you will be well taken care of.” You turn to face me as she
turns and closes the door and say to me, “Philip, will you take care of
me?” I smile at you and reply, “Gabrialla, I certainly will try, but not
tied up like this.” You smile your sweet smile, walk over to me and
softly kiss me on the lips as your hand slips to my lap and caresses my
erection saying “You won’t be tied up long, Philip, not long at all.”

You stand in front of me and unhook your hose from your garter belt and
remove your garterbelt. You skin between the top of your hose and you
panties is shimmering with sweat. You step closer; almost so close my
tongue could reach out and touch you. But I know I am not allowed to do
that so sit quietly as you continue to tease me. You grab the waist of
your panties and begin to slowly slide then down your hips. Just as they
reach where your hair line would be your turn your side to me and
continue removing your panties. Turning so your back is to me, you stand
there with just a towel on your head and black thigh stockings on. Your
back and butt glimmers with damp sweat. Looking over your shoulder you
smile at me and say, “Philip, I am all yours for tonight. Just wait and
see.”

Your teasing is driving me wild inside. I wonder just how long you are
going to keep me tied up. Little did I know what you really had in store
for me?

You turn to face me, the blush/flush in your skin radiating down across
your belly and your pubes. Your black hose pointing to sweet treasure of
your sex. You stand with your legs slightly spread. I can see you are
aroused. Your lips are flushed and swollen. Your leg muscles quiver
slightly as you begin to move toward me. Now you stand over me. Your sex
just at the tip of my erection. You lift your left leg and place your
foot on my thigh and roll your hose down your leg and off your foot.
Then slowly drag your hose across my erection teasing me. Standing there
you place one hand on your sex and begin to slowly stroke up and down
along the opening to your sex. All the time you are smiling at me,
licking your lips and moaning. You lift your foot from my leg and stroke
the head of my erection with your big toe. I quiver violently with your
touch and feel like I am ready to climax. I try to think of something
else but it doesn’t work. Placing you foot back on the floor you slowly
begin to lower your sex until you are about « inch from the head of my
erection. I can feel the heat from you radiating down across my erection
and across my testicles. The throbbing in my erection and the tightening
in my testicles scares me. I feel that I will explode in a climax before
you even touch me.

With one hand your open your sex and with the other you slip two fingers
inside and begin to slowly make love to your self. You look at me, moan,
and say, “Philip, ohhhhhhhhh Philip, don’t you wish you were doing
this?” You remove your fingers, offer them to my lips. My tongue flicks
out and begins to clean your warm juices from your fingers. You lower
your sex to the head of my erection rubbing back and forth across me,
then just as I cry out and explode into my climax you step back and
watch my cum explode across my thighs and onto your legs.

You look at me and run your hands through my cum, massaging my legs and
thighs, and my softening penis. You smile and say, “Philip, I know you
are wondering what I am doing? I wanted you to climax with just my
teasing, and you did. Now when we get together later, and we will, you
will be in control.”

Smiling, I reply, “Gabrialla, never has this happened to me. No one has
ever brought me to a climax without really touching me. The feeling
while different has been extremely erotic. I don’t know how to thank
you, but I am sure, very sure, that I will find a way to repay you. Now,
will you untie me so I can clean up?”

You reply, “No, after I have showered and prepared myself for you, then
I will clean you up. Until then, just watch and think of what is to
come.”

PART 3

Gaby, you step into the shower and begin to wash. Urgently I struggle
to get my hands free. Eventually the left slips loose from the bonds and
then the right. I sit here for a while watching you. Amazed at how
beautiful you are. Your long curly hair reaches almost to your waist and
heightens for me your desirability. I watch as you lift and caress your
firm breasts. You take your nipples between your thumb and index
fingers, pinching and pulling gently. I see your legs quiver with
feeling as you pinch yourself. I sit here with the stirrings of an
erection beginning. You slip one hand down your belly and into your sex.
I watch as you open the lips of your pussy, locate your clit and begin
to rub and pinch yourself. I watch as you throw your back head back the
feelings of passion beginning to flood over you. You slip to your knees
on the floor of the shower. Your fingers working rapidly in and out of
your pussy. Your moans growing louder and louder. I can’t stand it
anymore. My cock is so hard and quivering from watching you. Quickly I
get up from the chair; removing the rest of my clothes as I walk toward
you. You turn toward as I open the shower door, my cock at the level of
your lips. When you see me you remove your hand from your pussy and grab
my cock and pull me to your lips. I reach out and run my hands through
you hair. Even wet, it has an erotic feel to it. Stepping back a little
I remove my cock from your lips and lift you to your feet. I put my arms
around you and hold you close. My hands stroking and caressing your
hair. I lean to your ear, kiss you and whisper, “Gaby, may I wash your
hair?” You moan, “Ohh, yes, Pleaseeee.” I turn you to face away from me.
Your hair caresses your butt and my cock at the same time. I think to
myself, “Oh, how wonderful this would feel if your hair were dry.” You
must have read my thoughts as you turn and whisper, “Philip, just wait
until my hair is dry and I will give you a fresh hair rubdown, you won’t
ever forget.” Just the thought of that has me quivering again. I take
your shampoo and pouring it onto your head begin to wash your hair. It
is so long and so thick that it takes almost 15 minutes for me to wash
it. Then it takes another 5 minutes or so to rinse all the soap out. All
the time I am washing and rinsing your hair I keep my hands and lips
busy caressing and kissing you. Anything I can reach I kiss and caress.
I feel you shudder from time to time as my fingers stroke across your
pussy lips and across the tips of your hard nipples. Finally, your hair
is clean. I turn off the shower and take your hand and help you to your
dressing table. I reach around the front of you, cup your breasts in my
hands and tease them with the rough edge of my thumbs. Then I pick up
your brush and dryer and begin to brush and dry your hair. Eventually I
have finished to your liking. You turn in your chair and look up at me.
Licking your lips you reach for my cock which had softened by now, and
lift it to your lips and kiss the tip of it. Running your tongue around
and around the head which has begun to grown hard again. With one hand
you cup my balls, squeezing them at the same time your lips and tongue
are making love to my hard cock. Taking your hand, I lift you to your
feet, and turn your back to me, and place your hands on the edge of the
top. I kneel at your feet and begin to kiss and lick your thighs, your
butt and along the crease of your butt. The tip of my tongue swirls
around your anus and down to your pussy. The heat from your pussy almost
sears the tip of my tongue. I stand to my feet and slide the head of my
cock between your legs. You cry out “Oh, fuck me Philip, NOW,” when you
feel the heat of my cock against the heat of your pussy. I take the head
of my cock and press it against your pussy. Bending my legs slightly I
begin to press into you. Slowly at first, teasing you as you feel me
enter you. Finally I am fully inside you. Your pussy grips my cock and
squeezes me tight then relaxes the squeezes again. It feels like you are
fucking me, even though neither of us is moving. My breath quickens as
does yours. You soft moans and groans become louder as I begin to stroke
you long and slow. All of a sudden I sense a change in the room but
don’t know what it is. Then I feel a pair of hands cup my balls and
tickle me between my legs as I stroke in and out of you. Glancing down I
see it was your friend Jezzie who was at the door earlier in the
evening. She slips between my legs and begins to lick my cock as it
pulls out of you. Her tongue slipping along the lips of your pussy at
the same time. Gaby, I pull out of your pussy and slip my cock into
Jezzie’s mouth. Her teeth drag along the shaft as she begins to suck and
caress me. Her tongue swirls around the head. Her fingers cupping and
squeezing my balls at the same time. Not to be left out you slip to the
floor and place your head between Jezzie’s legs, lift your head and
begin to lick and suck her pussy. Each time you lick her clit she nips
my cock. It feels like she wants to bite it off. I slip my cock out of
her mouth, help both you to your feet and guide you to the couch. Jezzie
lays down on her back, and you lay on top of her. Gaby, your pussy is
just above Jezzie’s. Your nipples are bushing hers as the two of you
begin to grind your pussys together. I step between your legs and slowly
slip my cock into Jezzie’s pussy. I stroke her 3 or 4 times, then take
my cock out and slip it into your pussy. I stroke you 3 or 4 times, then
switch with Jezzie again. Each time I slip my cock out of you I slip 2
fingers inside you. Soon the moans and groans you and Jezzie are making
indicates one or both of you are nearing your climaxes. I begin to fuck
each of you faster and harder, driving in deep. Gaby, I begin to
concentrate on you. My cock is buried in your pussy. I grab you by the
hips and slide you down Jezzie’s body until your lips are at her pussy.
Her pussy is beautiful, full, wet and flushed. Then I loose sight of it
as you begin to lick and suck her. Her clit was small, but engorged and
rady for your tongue and lips. She moaned as you quickly begin to lick
her pussy, sliding your tongue inside. I stroke in and out of you hard
and faster. Jezzie crying out, “Oh, Gaby, fuck me with your tongue.” As
you lick and suck on her clit, you slip two fingers into her pussy and
begin to fuck her at the same time. Your in and out strokes are matching
the strokes of my cock in your pussy. I feel you mumbling in Jezzies
pussy telling me to fuck you harder. I begin to move quicker, driving
hard and deep into you. Suddenly, Jezzie cries out, thrashes about
wildly, crying out, “ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, nooooooooooo, soooooooo…” and
appears to pass out. At the same time you lift your wet face from her
pussy and cry out to me, “Fuck me Philip, fuck, I am cumming tooooooo.
Ohhhhhhhhh” Just as you begin to slam your pussy back at my cock, I
explode into you, flooding you with a hot burst of cum, once, twice and
then a little bit of a third one. While you are still shuddering with
your climax I roll you on to your back, place my lips on your pussy,
licking and sucking until I have our juices in my mouth. Then, I lay on
the floor beside you, hold you in my arms and kiss you. Letting our
combinded cum juices seep from my lips into yours. You explode in
another small climax when you feel and taste the warmth of our combined
juices. Finally, Jezzie begins to stir and slips into my right side,
resting her head on my chest. You rest yours on my left side, lean over
to Jezzie and kiss her. She moans and shudders slightly as she tastes
our combined cum on her lips. We lay there on the floor for a few
minutes, resting, our breathing returning to normal. My fingers
caressing you and Jezzie tenderly. I kiss first your beautiful hair then
kiss hers. As the two of you rest on my chest I feel the warmth of your
bodies begin to flood over me. I hear you ask Jezzie if she is
completely satisfied and ready to go eat dinner. As I begin to drift off
into a short period of joyous afterglow I hear Jezzie answer you, “No,
Gaby, now I want to make love to you.”

Gabrialla’s Song - Chapter 4

Jezzie rolls over on her back, lifting her arms to her friend Gaby as I
sleep. Gaby crawls around my feet and up to Jezzie, letting her fingers
and tongue caress along the edge of Jezzie’s feet, her calves and inner
thighs. Her hands reach for Gaby and pull her up until they are once
again pressed tightly together. Breast to firm breast, hard nipples
brushing each other. My cum seeping from Gaby’s pussy and almost flowing
across Jezzie’s pussy lips. As the warm cum hits her lips, Jezzie begins
to quiver and shudder with another small climax. Jezzie’s breasts are
firm, their long nipples simply overwhelming. Since Gaby is lost in a
sexual raving, she can’t control herself anymore. After pulling Jezzi’s
belly against her own she begins to grind her pussy against Jezzie.
Bending down a little Gaby sucks one of Jezzie’s phenomenal nipples
between her lips. Jezzie’s small moans increase as Gaby rubs their
pussies together and sucks on Jezzie’s nipples, letting her teeth rake
across the tips, then teasing them with her tongue. Gaby straightens up
and pulls Jezzie closer for a kiss. Your tongues touch and tease, your
breasts rubbing hotly against one another’s. Moaning while their tongues
passionately dance, both of you feel every bit of control seeping out of
you; the thought of fucking while Philip sleeps beside them has turned
them into two lust nymphs. Nothing can stop you now. Rolling a little to
one side and lifting her hips up out of the way Gaby slips her hand
between them. Letting her fingers cup Jezzie’s hot, wet, quivering
pussy. Without hesitating for one second, she slips her middle finger
between the drenched lips and easily pushes it deep inside her friend’s
pussy. Breaking the kiss to moan uncontrollably, Gaby presses against
Jezzie, increasing the pressure of her hand on her clit. Then as quickly
as she pressed in, Gaby backs up and puts her hands around Jezzie’s ass
and moves her head between Jezzie’s legs. Jezzie moans, “Eat me Gaby, I
want to feel your tongue deep inside me…” Gaby nearly fainted at the
sound of that and you kneel down. Jezzie opens her legs wide under you,
with both hands on her breasts. Before letting yourself dive down on
Jezzie you bring breasts near the wet opening of Jezzie’s pussy. Gaby,
you press your nipple in the glittering, slippery pussy. Jezzie raises
her head and looks, incredulous, at the sight between her legs. She
feels like her mound is kissing and sucking Gaby’s breast and nipple.
But she knows one thing; she’s the one having the biggest part of the
feelings! When the long nipple starts to move around inside her, Jezzie
lets her head fall back on the floor, reveling in the feelings. After
replacing her nipple with her tongue, Gaby dives inside Jezzie. She
knows perfectly well the other experiences she had at tasting another
girl’s pussy what she was doing to Jezzie. Twisting around, Jezzie holds
Gaby’s head with her two hands and completely unable to restrain her
moans knows her climax is approaching fast. Suddenly Gaby slows down her
licking and sucking and finally after flicking Jezzie’s clit with the
tip of her tongue for a few seconds, she stops. Bringing some of the
nectar from Jezzie’s pussy she gently licks Jezzie’s lips, before
beginning to kiss her feverishly. As their tongue duel heats up, Gaby
slides her hand down along Jezzie’s belly and once again cups her
fingers around her fiery pussy. With her thumb over Jezzie’s clit, Gaby
slides one finger deep inside her pussy, to then curve it upward. Now,
just as if she was gently pinching Jezzie’s clit between her fingers,
she knows that she found the spot. When Jezzie feels Gaby’s finger
beginning to squeeze her, new sensations fill her whole body. While her
clit continues what it had started earlier, Gaby’s fingers trigger an
unknown part of her pussy. Suddenly Jezzie realizes just what Gaby is
touching and massaging; her G-spot. And, oh. my., she found it! It only
took a few marvelous minutes before Jezzie is having another climax.
Jezzie now raises herself on the floor, moving her leg over Gaby’s face,
before letting her pussy tease Gaby for a while. Hearing Gaby’s hungry
moans, Jezzie lowers her pussy on her friend’s tongue and dives herself
into Gaby’s pussy, savoring once more the warm, tart taste of pussy.
Looking down on the floor while she pushes her tongue deep inside,
Jezzie sees the little pool of Gaby’s and Philips juices that flows out
of Gaby. “My,”she thinks to herself” she was not lying about that, not
lying at all!” At the other end, Gaby is busy licking and sucking on
Jezzie’s clit, licking her pussy, and with one wet finger slipping the
tip inside her ass. Jezzie moans and groans, tossing her ass about as
the dual penatration of tongue and finger in her pussy and ass drives
her over the top. This was only the second time Jezzie ever made love to
another girl or had another girl make love to her and she was loving
every passionate moment of it. Despite her relative inexperience,
Jezzie’s probing tongue sometimes broke the concentration of Gaby,
pushing uncontrolled moans from her. Finally, Jezzie returns the favor
to Gaby and slips the tip on one finger into Gaby’s ass. The two of you
explode in a massive and multiple climaxes as you lick, suck and finger
each other. As the second, then the third climax races across your
bodies, Gaby continues to tongue fuck Jezzie, the cum from her pussy
seeping onto Gaby’s face and down her neck. I awake to the sounds of
continued moans and groans of “Suck me, your tongue feels so good, I
can’t stop cumming,” coming from both of you. I look over and there is
Gaby, on her back, both hands holding Jezzie’s ass apart as her tongue
licks back and forth from ass to pussy and back again. And Jezzie, on
her hands and knees, face buried between in Gaby’s pussy, holding her
open and continues to lick and suck Gaby’s pussy as she slips first one,
then a second finger into Gaby’s pussy. I instantly become hard and
erect with the smell of your sweat, and the tart smell of pussy cum. I
stand, walk over and straddle Gaby’s face, lower myself to my knees.
Pressing the head of my hard cock to Jezzie’s pussy, I begin to slowly
press inside of her.

Part 5 coming soon.

To be continued.

i have a garden on the rooftop full of roses and calla lillys my
favorite flowers they smell so wonderful when it rains

my hair is all curled in ringlets and the only jewelry i am wearing is a
diamond choker and a pair of diamond teardrop earings my dress is white
satin fitted to the foor with spaghetti straps and a slit up the back to
inches below my butt its sheer to the point that you can almost see that
i have nothing on underneath it im holding a white calla lily as i sing
tonight take me there