Monday, April 28, 2008

Fantasy Made Real

Over the last few months Maria had experienced most of her fantasy John had made sure of that. From learning the joys of playing with herself to being tied up and punished, she had never before meet a man who could take total control over her body and read it better than she could.

As she drove home Maria wondered just what John had planned for tonight he had rang her earlier at the office and told her to expect a surprise when she got home her slit was all ready wet at the though of what was to come would it be the handcuffs again or slow erotic sex, you never could tell as each time it was different.

About 5 minutes from home her cell phone rang it was John with baited breath she answered.

"Maria here are the rules for tonight" the strong sexy voice on the other end said, just his voice made her want to come her hand slide down her body as she listened, slowly pulling up her skirt as John told her the rules of the game for tonight sliding one finger inside herself as John talked.

"When you get to the drive I want you to undress in the car, walk slowly to the door so that I can see your naked body, there will be a blindfold on the table in the hall you MUST put this on before you go any further" ramming her finger in hard as John spelled out what she must do her breathing coming in ragged burst, her juices working there way over her palm she know if he kept talking to her like this she would come soon!

"Maria are you listening to me?" the voice called out over the cell phone, snapping her thoughts back to the call and away from the joys of her hot wet slit Maria replied "Yes John I am"

"Then get your fingers out of your hot wet pussy and listen more" came the reply "You must not come before you get home do you hear me?"

one of the things she loved and hated about John was that he could always read her mind and tell what she was going to do "But I am so close what harm could one little orgasm be?" Maria cried over the phone so close to coming now she could feel her cunt contracting at just the thought "NO, I want that cunt dripping and on the peak of orgasm when you get home so take those fingers out now and lick them clean!" with one final push Maria did as she was told and with a sigh that John could hear over the phone slowly slide them out of her now soak slit. Raising her fingers to her mouth as John had told her to do Maria slowly licked them clean making sure John could hear just what she was doing over the phone. "Good girl, I can see the car now so I will hang up and see you in a few minutes, you will not see me though" and with that the phone went dead in her hand.

Maria turned right in to her drive way and could see the candles reflecting on the glass of the windows but could not even make out a shadow of John "Where is he?" she though. Getting undressed in the car as she had been told to do it was one of those times that she was glad she did not wear underwear, less to take off. Unbuttoning her silk blouse the cool air hitting her already hard nipples so wanting to play with them just a bit, but knowing that John would be watching every move she made, she know she had better do just as he had told her or she would be made to pay for her wrong doings later, wiggling her hips to slide her short skirt off, her juices now running freely down her thighs and leaving a wet patch of the leather of the seat. The coolness of the leather felt so good against her naked body she sank into the chair, closed her eyes and tried to calm down her breathing before she entered the house.

Stepping out of the car in just her high-heeled sandals Maria was glad that her house was set in from the road. but just the thought of someone seeing her was enough to send tingles down her spine. God she wanted to come now and come so badly. Walking towards the door her head held high her breast pushed forward Maria took her time like she had been told the thought of what was about to come running though her mind now. Opening the door and stepping though, the velvet blindfold there just as she had been told it would be. Looking around quickly to see if she could catch a glimpse of John before she was placed in darkness. Sliding the blindfold over her long brown hair and covering her eyes placing herself in to darkness, Maria's body broke out in goose bumps as this was the one thing she hated, being placed in darkness but John know this. Standing ever so still, her whole body on fire now nipples so hard, slit dripping.

Hearing Johns soft foot steps crossing the hall floor, Maria slowly lowered her head, her heart beating faster and faster as he grown nearer "Evening little one" John whispered in his husky voice in her ear as his tongue darted out and licked the lower part of her ear lobe. His hands sliding over her body cupping her breast pulling on her nipples. Laughing softly in her ear as she let out a gasp! "I have a surprise for you" He whispered in her ear as his hand slide down to her now totally soaked cunt sliding one finger in and pressing upward hitting her g-spot first time. Pressing down hard on John's fingers as he did this Maria sighed "Not yet little one there is a lot for you to do tonight before you get to come!" as he slide his finger out of her hot slit. Maria felt like crying.

Taken by the hand John moved Maria to the living room where moments before she had seen candle light. Pressing himself again her naked back John whispered "Lie down little one" Doing as she was told she know it was useless to object and not sure she even wanted to, Maria lay down of the soft fur rug that covered the living room floor. Hearing John's footsteps walk away from her and taking a seat on the other end of the room Maria wondered what was about to happen. Laying there total naked Maria could feel her juices running down the crease of her ass lifting her body up of the rug so that John could see everything, wanting him so much to touch her, to realise her, to let her come, god just to do anything to make her body not feel it is on fire.

Hearing soft foot steps making there way over to her Maria know that they could not be John's, who did they belong to? The footsteps stopped just above her head. Looking up just as she would have done if not blindfolded Maria tried to see who was there! Maria smelt before she felt the soft lips of a female's kiss, as the other woman's mouth connected with hers. The subtle perfume washing over her. Groaning as the other woman slide her tongue into her mouth softly caressing her tongue. The gently touch of her palm against Maria's breast made Maria cry out with delight. The woman's hand sliding lower down her body over her belly, cupping her pubic mound as her fingers found the hard button of her clit, moving her fingers in small circles making Maria lift her hips in delight swallowing Maria's moans in her kiss.

Taking her mouth from Maria's the other woman places her legs on either side of Maria's head the smell was the first thing that hit Maria's senses, the smell of musk and also a sweet smell she could not place. Lowering herself onto Maria's mouth the other woman never stopped playing with Maria's now rock hard clit. Maria slides her tongue out slowly at first this was the first time she had ever been with another female and John know this. Her tongue connecting with the soft folds of the woman's out lips. Hearing the woman let out a small gasp Maria became more bold letting her tongue slide up and down the wet slit of the other woman, enjoying the taste and feel of having a pussy on her face.

Maria lifted her hands to the woman's hips and pulled her in tighter so that she could lose her self in the soft folds of the warm inviting pussy, finding her clit flicking over it faster and faster with her tongue Maria could feel the other woman's juices running now her moans filling the room sliding her tongue up higher and burying it in to the warm tight hole of the of the woman cunt licking faster and faster. Sliding one hand over the woman's back and pushing her forward Maria ran her fingers down the crease of her ass stopping to play with the tight ring of her ass, feeling her pull away slightly Maria smiles as she carried on licking and sucking feeling the hot juices fill her mouth sliding her hand down lower and ramming 2 fingers in to her now soaked cunt. Finger fucking her as she licked harder with her tongue, placing her mouth over her clit and biting down on it gently as she continued ram her fingers in her tight wet cunt over and over, curling her fingers slightly so that she hits her g-spot with every stroke knowing that it will not be long before she comes now.

Maria feel the warm breath of the other woman hit her soaked cunt opening her legs so wide now just wanting to come and never stopping licking at the sweet cunt that is in her face. The first lick of her tongue that hits Maria's slit makes her scream out with delight it feel so good, so different from a mans touch softer gentler some how and knows just what I like and how I like it. This makes Maria suck all the hard on the other woman's clit ramming her fingers in harder and faster and faster all she can think about now is coming and god coming soon!!

Matching each other move for move the two woman roll around the floor legs wrapped around each others neck licking sucking and fingering each other as if this will be their last time. Maria feels the other woman's cunt contact against her fingers fucking her harder Maria knows she is going to come as well. Letting out a loud scream Maria and the other woman come together fuccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk yesssssssssssssss godddddddddddddd ohhhhhhh goddddddddd riding out the orgasms never taking there fingers from each other till the last contacting has stopped Maria fell the woman lift herself off her face and walk slowly out of the room.

Laying on the floor her chest raising and falling trying to get her breathing back to normal Maria feel Johns hand take hers as he raises her off the floor taking her in his arms John walks Maria to the sofa. Placing her on his lap, taking off the blindfold "Did you like that little one?" the smile on Maria's face was all he needed for an answer.

-end-

Cherries

"Let me guess," the bartender asked, setting the glass of water in front of me. "You're here looking for some company."

She stared at me expectantly, a slight smile on her glossy-pink lips. I smiled ruefully at her, taking a sip of the icy liquid. "Gee, what gave me away?" I meant it sarcastically, because anyone in the bar could see what I was after, especially another woman. The little black dress gave me away, one of those sparkly knit gowns that clung to every curve, just short enough to make you appreciate a hint of thigh and wonder just how far my legs went up. Or maybe it was the heels, best described as "fuck me" pumps in glossy black patent leather. Combined with the carefully arranged hair and the makeup, I made quite a package for some lucky male to pick up. Problem was, the bar seemed devoid of lucky men, save for a few older men who knew better than to press their luck.

The bartender shrugged and proceeded to polish some glasses while talking with me. "Well, tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and I assume you're here on business. So your partner isn't here, and you're looking for a little entertainment to pass a holiday that's best not spent alone. Especially here in Las Vegas, the city of sin herself," she laughed. I was amazed, because she really had hit my situation right on the nose. I was here to teach seminars to new real estate recruits, and was miles away from my husband. Not that being home on Valentine's Day would have mattered anyway, because the bastard would probably be wooing his mistress on the side. Our marriage had deteriorated down to one simple fact: I wasn't divorcing him because it would cost me too much hard-earned cash. So he played his field, and I played mine, and we basically put up with each other.

"Pretty much right," I acknowledged, raising my water glass to her. "How'd you know?"

"Past experience," she confided. "I was sitting in this very bar about three years ago for the same reason, and the bartender working then asked me the same thing."

"And did you find what you were looking for?" I asked. She found this very funny, exploding in a sudden peal of laughter that had me raising my eyebrows. "Oh, I found it alright," she grinned. "A nice little lass from the front desk took me home with her that night, and introduced me to a whole better ballgame." I nearly choked on my water at her answer, staring at her with slight shock. This bartender really didn't seem the lesbian stereotype. She wasn't masculine in her features, and she didn't seem like some of the feminist lesbians I'd known in college.

Her long reddish-blonde hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail, and her makeup was careful and elegant, not much more than a sweep of pink lip-gloss and rose-colored eyeshadow. She wore the standard bartender/waitress garb, a white button dress shirt and black slacks. The most masculine thing on her was her uniform bowtie, which sparkled with rhinestones. "Well," I stammered, a blush rising to my cheeks. She knew her response had caught me off guard, and I struggled to regain my composure. "That's....nice. Do you still see her often?"

"No, we went our separate ways a few months into it. Now the only person I pamper at nights is my cat, Patches."

"I'm sorry," I murmured. "Wish I could work up the will to do that with my husband." She looked at me for a long moment, and I wondered what she was thinking behind those blue eyes. She moved over to the bar, and began mixing several different liquids together in a frosty glass. Coming back over, she plopped down in front of me. "Don't worry, it's not too strong. On the house."

"Thanks," I said. It smelled like limes, a heavenly scent, but before I could raise it to my lips she clapped a hand on my wrist. Her grip was warm, firm and strong. "Wait," she smiled. "I forgot the important part." She reached into a mini-refrigerator beneath the bar, and came up with a single whole cherry, scarlet against her white fingers. She twirled the stem between her thumb and forefinger so I could see it, then raised it up to her mouth and pressed her pink lips to the firm skin.

"For luck," she grinned, plopping it in my drink. "Good luck with your manhunt. It's time for my break." Then she went in the back to fetch another bartender, and I was left alone. The drink was very good, hardly tasting of alcohol. I wondered what she'd put in it. Most of the Las Vegas men must have been elsewhere on that night, for no one even approached me as I drank. Somehow I wasn't quite as concerned with that as I was thirty minutes previously.

Instead, I kept thinking about the bartender, and the way her pretty pink lips looked pressed against that red fruit. When I had totally drained the cup of liquid, I stared down at that round plump cherry resting on the crushed ice. I picked it up, and raised it to my mouth, biting into the flesh of the scarlet treat. It may have been my imagination, but I could have sworn I tasted the faint hint of bubblegum lip-gloss as I devoured the fruit.

My nerves were shot for the next day, Valentine's Day. Despite whatever I tried, I couldn't shake the thought of the pretty bartender from my mind. I'd always considered myself a straight woman, but my blood burned every time I recalled that sassy smile and the gentle kiss she'd bestowed on that cherry. Would her lips be that tender on another woman's, or would she play the aggressive, butch type? I thought about the swell of her breasts beneath that white shirt and brought my hands up to cup my own breasts. I was a considerable B-cup, and I wondered as I caressed myself if her chest would feel as soft and round as my own.

By mid-afternoon, I'd made my decision, and hoped it wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass. I dressed differently, emboldened by my decision to seduce this woman. I wore a black skirt this time, made of loose folds of black silky material, and a red halter that held my braless breasts for best display. On second critical glance, I painted my lips red and added a splash of perfume.

There was no need for full makeup; my cheeks were already flushed from the excitement and my eyes were made bright by the red top. I fussed with my blonde hair for a moment, then headed down to the bar. As I had hoped, she was working, and the place was crammed with couples out for a drink. Still, she managed to wave me over, clearing a seat for me in the far corner of the bar as she pushed one of the overly-drunk into leaving. "Well, don't you look nice tonight," She smiled. "Find what you were looking for?"

"I hope so," I breathed, staring into her blue, blue eyes. "That is, if you're free after you get off of work." Her face looked surprised for a moment, and she studied me to make sure it wasn't a joke.

Finally she gently asked, "Are you sure you want that, hon? I don't like to be led on and let down."

"Why don't you come to my room and find out?" I countered. I scribbled my room number on a napkin, and then pressed my mouth to the paper, leaving her a scarlet promise there to think about. Pushing it across to her, I smiled and saw her eyes grow warm as she returned the grin. I got up and left then, leaving her with much to anticipate, feeling her eyes burning on my back as I headed out of the bar. Back in my room, I spent the next few hours nervously preparing.

I changed out of my outfit into some exquisite lingerie, intended for seducing my partner of choice. Staring at the bathroom mirror, I wondered if she'd like it. It was black lace and satin, an open-cup teddy that made my pale breasts and nipples really stand out of the open circles. The crotch had a convenient snap that let you access my most intimate regions, and the garters held up matching satiny black thigh-highs.

I wore my black pumps from the night before, which lifted my buttocks and gave me a sexy, hip-swinging walk. I felt like I was floating on a high I'd never experienced before, and had never felt more feminine than I did at that moment. Around ten, there came a soft knock at my door. I threw a robe over my pretty lingerie and went to answer it. It was she, and she stood in the hallway with a smile pasted from ear to ear, drinking in the black satin robe I wore. She carried a bucket of ice with a bottle of good champagne already chilling inside, and some gold-wrapped package that was as of yet unidentified.

"I hope you're ready for this," she growled softly, "because you left me so wet while I was working that I had to excuse myself off to the ladies room for a little relief." I took the ice bucket from her, moving to set it on my room's end table as she let herself in the room and locked the door behind her. When I turned around, I found her already standing behind me, and the smile had left her face. She tilted my chin up, being the taller by a few inches, and kissed me.

Her mouth was so sweet I thought I'd die, exploring my lips like no man had ever done, kissing me with tongue sweeps and teeth and soft lips. Her lipstick tasted like bubblegum, and I felt an arrow of pleasure spear straight to my belly, making my nether regions full and heavy and tingling with anticipation. "Jesus," I swore when we parted for breath. "I've never been kissed like that before."

"Oh, believe me, there's much more I can't wait to show you," She crooned. "But first, get me out of these work clothes." My hands came up, working the buttons on her blouse with trembling fingers. I noticed for the first time her shiny brass name badge that read "Sabrina" and murmured that name gently, rolling it over my lips. Sabrina chuckled.

"That's right. What's your name anyways, little flower?" I told her and she purred her approval. My undressing didn't go as fast as she liked, and she swatted my hands away, finishing the job herself. Stepping out of the heels she wore, she made short work of the shirt and the slacks, leaving her standing in a simple white bra and thong. Her breasts were larger than mine, nearly a D-cup on sight estimation, and she wasn't a slender girl, which turned me on greatly.

I feasted on her as she peeled away the bra, exposing those plump pale mounds with their pink pretty nipples, already hard for my mouth to lavish. Her waist tapered in, flaring out into soft hips and a belly that wasn't rock-hard but soft and slightly pouting. Her thighs were full and muscled, her calves well shaped as she skimmed the thong down over them to pool at her feet. Sabrina bore a thatch of pubic hair the same reddish-gold shade as her hair, and it stood out in contrast to her white skin. My mouth went dry at her perfection, and I reached my palms out to cup her breasts but she stopped me.

"Robe off," she ordered, and when I dropped it she smiled at my lingerie. "Oooh, I like that," she moaned.

"I have a surprise for you, my valentine." She moved over and claimed the small gold box she had plunked on the table. "Lie on the bed," Sabrina asked, and as I lay flat on my back, she climbed on with me. I felt strangely vulnerable under her gaze, even though she was the one naked and I was the one clothed. She opened the box, and tossed the top to the hotel room floor. Inside were several dark chocolates.

Pulling one from the box, Sabrina lifted it to her lips and sunk her teeth into the sweet. She turned the half-exposed chocolate to me, and I saw the inside was hollow, filled with pureed cherries.

"Chocolate-covered cherries," she smiled, savoring the half bite of the chocolate. "My favorite." Taking the other half in her teeth, she bent her head and offered it to me from her mouth. Eating the treat from her full lips was erotic, the red dripping center flowing over our lips and tongues as we half-kissed, half-nibbled it down. When the flavor was gone from our mouths, she selected another, breaking it open with her fingers.

"You are my new favorite cherry," Sabrina murmured, and I felt with surprise her hands rubbing the sticky center over my exposed nipples and breasts. When she bent her head to eat it from my flesh, I couldn't hold back my sighs of approval. Her mouth was warm, heated as her flesh was, sucking and licking the food from my body until I was writhing under her mouth, swearing to gods I never believed in. I buried my fingers in her long hair, freeing it from her trademark ponytail to flow around her pale shoulders. The silky strands spread over the black teddy as she suckled my breasts, using three chocolates to tease and torment me until I was begging her to move lower, pushing at the top of her head. I was a waterfall between my thighs, my nether lips swollen and waiting for her kisses and caresses.

If Sabrina didn't taste me soon, I'd die from the sweet sting of her skillful foreplay. She obliged my requests and begs, chuckling as she pulled the snaps of my teddy open. I was on fire, my breasts exposed and now my pussy, the exposure of my tender flesh wrenching a cry from my throat. Sabrina blew lightly on the dampness that clung to my pink slit, and I bucked my hips under the sensation. I needed her mouth on me, working me towards that little death that my loins craved more than anything else.

Instead, she ran a playful finger over the wet sticky evidence of my need and brought it to her lips, looking me in the eyes as she sucked it clean. A shudder ran through my body. "Sabrina, please," I begged. "Give it to me."

"The last cherry," she said instead, ignoring my pleas, pulling it free from the box. Holding it up for me to see, she popped it her mouth for a moment to soften the chocolate. Then to my great surprise, she pulled it out again, and smiled. "You want this?"

"I want you..."

"You'll have me," she promised, and without warning, she brought the chocolate down to my sex. She ran it in circles over my hardened clit, teasing that little red marble into a panic frenzy, until I was raising my hips off the bed and nearly screaming with frustration. Sabrina snapped the coating open, and I felt the oozing center running down the outer lips of my sex and over the folds. "Oh my GOD!" I moaned, as she pushed the crumbled chocolate into my warm wet depths with two fingers. "Yummy," she announced, and bent her head.

I felt the tickle of her hair on my thighs, but it was nothing compared to the first moment I felt her tongue on my pussy, licking away the combination of cherries and my own personal lubrication. I think I was calling her name, humping her face out of control while she cleaned me of her chocolate plaything. She spread me open with two fingers, and I felt her mouth and tongue pulling the chocolate bits from my hot slit. "Sabrina," I whimpered, and then I felt the coil burning, urging me into the tempest of my orgasm. She felt my clit harden to bursting, knew I was going to explode from her eating me, and brought me to the edge by flicking her tongue in rapid and quick strokes over the wet button.

Before I could find my personal release, she stopped, and moved up to kiss me, letting me lick my own scent and taste from her mouth and chin. "Are you ready, little baby?" She crooned, and when I moaned she reached down and lightly pinched that little hooded bud. Feasting on my mouth as I fucked her hand, Sabrina swallowed my screams as I writhed under her, my pussy spasming again and again like a hungry mouth swallowing my pleasure. It was the hardest orgasm I'd ever felt, and it left me covered in a sheen of sweat. I was still pulsing with the aftershocks when I turned the tables, rising up and pushing her back to the rumpled covers. She was pliant, letting me explore her body with my virgin mouth, cupping her full breasts for my tongue to tease and groaning when I found the points she liked best.

"Do it," she whispered. "Lick me." And for the first time, I tasted another woman, delving my nose and mouth against that salty-sweet sex. I ate her with abandon, trying my best to copy the skillful strokes she had done to me, reveling in the feel of her hips rising to press tighter against my sucking mouth. She had a big pussy, engulfing most of my fingers as I plunged them in and out, sucking on her clit like a vacuum. Sabrina was beautiful when she came, her fingers fisting into the covers helplessly, every muscle in her legs and abdomen quivering with the shock of the orgasm that racked her beautiful body.

She flooded my face with her pleasure, the juices coating my face, and I felt my body reacting without being touched, felt a second orgasm screaming through my loins with all the force of a subway train hitting a wall. We drank the champagne and explored much that night, until falling asleep exhausted in each other's arms, soft woman pressed against soft woman. I'd never been that contented, dozing against the hot weight of her breasts, waking up to claim her one last time before I relinquished her to the job she had to return to.

My husband doesn't know, but since then I've made preparations to leave him. I don't care about the money anymore. All I know is next Valentine's Day, I know where I want to be: at Sabrina's home, bearing a bottle of champagne and the chocolates she loves. After all, a cherry can be a girl's best friend.

-end-

Dorm Room Experiment

"Whaddya think? Should we get high?" Sarah had not shown any signs that she was cool, so the question came as a complete shock to Jenn. "I haven't lit up since my high school graduation," Sarah continued.

Jenn wasn't altogether unfamiliar with smoke. She lost many a night in high school in the familiar haze, and since coming to college had found a small group who would occasionally light up. She loved the "floaty" feeling, as she called it, that she got when she was stoned. She described it once as the "feeling of a long-jumper right after he's jumped and his legs are still moving, as if he's running, but instead of running on the ground he's running on the air."

Grass gave her one other feeling.it made her horny. And though she knew that since she didn't have a boyfriend she'd end the night with her hands down her pants relieving her tension, she agreed. "Let's light one!"

Sarah pulled a small baggie from her book bag. In it was 2 joints and a pack of matches. She giggled as Jenn placed a towel at the crack of the door and turned off the ceiling lights. Lit only by the lamp hanging from the bottom of Sarah's loft they sat closely on the old sofa.

"Shouldn't we open the window?" asked Sarah.

"No way! It's 10 degrees outside! We'll just spray some air freshener every once in a while." Jenn was sort of nervous about her "solution." The dorm mother was well known for being able to sniff out beer, boys, and contraband. But Jenn's time at school was going to be on her terms, even if it meant a black mark.

Attending the small, Franciscan college in Indiana wasn't Jenn's first choice, but her father gave her the option of sending her there and paying her way, or letting her go to a public institution and dealing with student loans and other costs on her own. Though it cramped her style, logic prevailed and she acquiesced to her father's preference. The education was as good as she'd get anywhere else, but the lack of parties and the strict rules about boys made Jenn sneer every time she mentioned her college by name. "St. Frumpys" she called it.

"Here come old flat top, he come movin' up slowly." The Beatles came from the boombox to help set the mood. Sarah reached across to turn it down; no need attracting more attention than necessary.

As Sarah reached for the boombox Jenn caught a whiff of Sarah's perfume. Musky, almost masculine, yet it seemed to be perfectly matched to Sarah's chemistry. Not that Sarah was manly.quite the opposite was true. Sarah was a girlie-girl, scared of spiders, almost immature around boys, and "grossed out" when the conversation turned to sex. But Sarah was a beautiful girl; black hair, dark eyes, and an olive complexion portrayed her Greek heritage. Her slim 5'4" frame was nicely developed; with firm B-cup breasts and a fine fanny she could turn heads. Sarah often chose to hide her figure, though, uncomfortable with the looks that more form-fitted clothing garnered. Jenn often secretly admired Sarah when Sarah was changing.

Jenn was no slouch, either. Certainly more self-confident and "worldly" (a word the nuns used-often followed by a frown and "tsk-tsk."), Jenn enjoyed all of the attention she got. Often wearing jeans and a t-shirt or sweatshirt, anyone who cared to notice would be impressed with her. Jenn stood almost 2 inches taller than Sarah and was slightly heavier-chested, though in a pinch they could probably share underwear. Jenn had mousey-brown hair and deep brown eyes. Her full lips and high cheekbones made her spectacularly lovely. She flirted, and would blow a guy on the first date if she were attracted to him.

The match glowed in front of Sarah's face and Jenn giggled seeing Sarah looking cross-eyed at the joint as she lit it. Sucking in the smoke and feeling that knot form in her throat while she tried to hold it in without choking, Sarah didn't want Jenn to know that she wasn't particularly good at this sort of thing. The giggle hadn't helped.

Jenn took the joint from Sarah's hand and drew in her first breath. The music mixed with the smoke and the baby powder air freshener as Jenn and Sarah smoked down their weed. The conversation was a stream-of-consciousness affair that went from English Lit to cafeteria food to "Rocky," their dorm mother. They laughed and choked, smiled and stared. Soon the joint was gone and they settled into an uncomfortable, unsettled silence.

Jenn was thinking simultaneously of Doritos and cock.she had neither on hand. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all. The nearest convenience store was 5 blocks away and it was too cold to walk. The nearest bar was even farther, and besides, she hated going there looking for a man-fix when she felt like this. If only she could get a good pounding and have some bacon and eggs at the same time.

The weird intertwining of her thoughts had her fucking a short order cook at Bob Evans when Sarah broke the silence.

"Have you ever done it?" she asked quietly.

"Done what?"

"Gotten really fucked up then had sex?"

Did Sarah just say the "F" word? The implication of the question was that Sarah had gotten fucked up and had sex. But Jenn was pretty sure that Sarah was too "grossed out" by sex to have ever done it-at least to have done it and talked about it.

"Mmmm hmmm," moaned Jenn, closing her eyes and remembering a particularly vigorous night with her old high school boyfriend. "I love fucking when I'm wasted. The feeling is even more intense. And when it's over I don't get pissed at him when he goes to make a sandwich, so long as be brings me one."

They laughed uncontrollably at Jenn's observation. They leaned into each other as people sharing a hearty often do. Then she kissed her.

It came as a bit of a shock. Not unwelcome, but unexpected. They withdrew and looked at each other for a split second. Then she stuck her tongue out and licked Jenn's lips.

Too uncomfortable talking about sex was Sarah's problem.performing it apparently wasn't. Sarah again kissed Jenn and Jenn reciprocated. They sat on the couch, repositioning occasionally, and kissed for the longest time. The taste of marijuana mingled with their saliva, the smell of their perfume mixed with the growing smell of their horniness.

"I've never done this before," Sarah said.

"Neither have I," Jenn practically interrupted.

"I want to do more than kiss."

"Mmmm. Me, too."

One barely had the words out before the next chimed in.

"Can I take your shirt off?"

Having a mouth on her breasts, exploring her nipples and serving to moisten her pussy was all Jenn could think about. Before the last word left Sarah's lips Jenn was reaching for the hook on her bra. When the shirt came off the bra came off. Sarah, too, stripped off her shirt and bra. Sarah closed her eyes and kissed her way south, eventually licking the left, then right breast.

Jenn's nipples reacted to the attention. She arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut feeling that familiar tensing in her pants. She visualized an old boyfriend, then opened her eyes and decided to go with her feelings. Sarah's hair tickled her belly.her tongue felt glorious racing over her stiffening breasts.her nipples grew in excitement. Jenn reached down and ran her fingers through Sarah's hair.

Sarah sat up and smiled a stoned smile. Her squinty eyes beheld an enjoyment of the activities. Jenn smiled back, and reached for the button on her jeans. Sarah's eyes followed Jenn's hands and when she understood what Jenn was doing, Sarah snorted and leaned forward to kiss her. They giggled as their tongues entangled and their teeth banged together. Kissing and laughing, breathing into each other's mouth, sucking each other's lips.

Jenn wiggled and kicked off her jeans as Sarah traced a route down Jenn's body with her tongue. Jenn put her left hand on her right breast and kneaded her nipple between thumb and forefinger. She could feel Sarah's hot breath work over her belly, then reach the object of her lust. Her bushy pussy quivered as Sarah paused over it. Jenn wanted to reach down and slam Sarah's mouth onto her clit.but she was distracted by the goose bumps forming on her thighs and chest. The intensity of her high combined with her horniness forced her to loose patience.

"Lick me. Pleeeeze! Sarah, lick me. Let me help," Jenn begged. And with that she reached down with her right hand and spread her pussy apart with her index and middle finger.

Sarah paused. She looked up and stared deeply into Jenn's eyes while her tongue took its first swipe at forbidden love. The taste was sweet and salty, hot and bitter. Another lick, then a flick at her clit and suddenly Sarah buried a finger deep into Jenn, all the time looking deeply into her eyes. Jenn broke their gaze and rolled her head back. The haze in her brain cleared and she felt Sarah's finger begin to pump her pussy, while her tongue flicked and rubbed and folded over her clit.

Jenn's orgasm was building when the thought that she would have to return the favor darted through her mind. The idea of sucking on another girl's pussy was too much. From her cheeks and her toes she felt it grow.it moved into her belly and, like a volcano, began to build in the middle of her pussy. With one large buck she came, then she quivered as Sarah held on for the ride. Sarah's chin and finger was drenched with Jenn's sex. Jenn rolled her hips and dragged her clit along Sarah's tongue, nose and chin. She attempted to form words, but that part of her brain failed to cooperate.

Jenn wiggled to conclusion, grunting and moaning. Sarah laid her head on Jenn's warm belly. Sarah's breath warmed her, and her hair tickled. She placed her hands on either side of Sarah's head and lifted it. They switched positions and Jenn kissed and tasted herself all over Sarah's face. Sarah pushed frantically at her pants and panties.she couldn't get them off fast enough.

As they kissed Jenn put her left arm under Sarah's neck and laid her right hand on her bush. Jenn cupped Sarah's pussy in the palm of her hand and could feel the warmth. She pushed a couple of fingers tightly against Sarah's vulva.it was swollen and wet. Had she not known better, Jenn might have assumed that Sarah had just returned from a good stiff fuck.

Lying mostly on top of Sarah, Jenn continued to kiss her. She traced her tongue with her own. She gently bit Sarah's lower lip, and sucked her earlobe into her mouth. Jenn's hands felt cold, but she felt the warmth of Sarah's belly against her own.

The time had come. She removed her left arm from beneath Sarah's neck and gave her one more kiss, gently, lip on lip. Putting one hand on each breast she pressed them together and put her face between them. Jenn then licked across, first to Sarah's left nipple, and then to her right. She alternated.sucking and twisting on one, then tracing and flicking the other. Bites and tongue-slaps caused Sarah's excitement to grow. She shivered under Jenn's power.

Further down she went, down a path from which she wasn't sure she'd ever return. She grew nearer to that blissful place and blindly stuck her tongue into Sarah's bush. A few waggles allowed her to find the wetness. Giving herself into the feelings, wanting to share the orgasm that Sarah had bestowed, Jenn spread her pussy with her thumbs and drive her tongue deep into Sarah's pussy.

Sarah grabbed the back of Jenn's head and guided her around. Opening one eye, Jenn spotted Sarah's clitoris. She reached out her tongue and made circles around it, then licking it side to side, and running her tongue up and down. She could feel Sarah shimmy and shake. She put a finger into Sarah, then another. Could she? Yes, a third slipped in and filled Sarah's pussy. Jenn knew how to manipulate her own g-spot and set herself the goal of doing the same for Sarah. Pumping her fingers into her pussy, Jenn pressed her middle finger onto the outer wall of Sarah's vagina. Jenn began to vibrate her finger against the area she had loved to touch in her own body, and was soon rewarded with a whoosh of wetness. Sarah muttered something about a "dirty girl" and came.

Remembering a scene from a porno movie she'd seen, Jenn moved and positioned her crotch over Sarah's. She lowered herself, spread her pussy apart, and began moving her hips in time with her heartbeat. Closing her eyes, she imagined she was riding some big stud. Again the familiar tightening and releasing feeling came from her pussy. Ignoring Sarah's orgasm, Jenn rubbed and fucked her roommate.

Then, it ended. Her ears were ringing. The muscles around her eyes hurt from being shut so tight. Her nipples had nearly burst, and now she was cold. Jenn let out a deep sigh.

"I've got a Snickers bar in my desk drawer. Want half?" Sarah giggled and winked at Jenn. Jenn nodded.

After Sarah lay back down with the treat, Jenn covered her up with the blanket she had retrieved from her bed. They snuggled together, naked, under the cover and shared the candy bar. Jenn put her head on Sarah's shoulder and entered sleep. They would save the other joint for another time.

-end-

First Lesbian Experience

I make costumes and I was on my way to outfit an office of accountants for a Renaissance Faire excursion. I had my friend Niki, a 28 year old petite blonde, with me--she was doing hats and flower garlands.

We were all wearing costumes to get the accountants into the spirit of things. Niki had on a long skirt hiked up on the sides, tall leather boots and a tightly laced leather vest that pushed her peaches-and-cream cleavage way up. I couldn't help stealing a glance now and then.

We got lost and had to stop in an office building and use the phone. We were searching the long, deserted hallways looking for a phone when she pulled me into an alcove and kissed me! I was surprised and immediately wet. She had flirted with me before, but I didn't think she'd ever follow through.

We finally found the accountants and got finished with our work, but I could barely concentrate because she kept giving me meaningful looks the whole time.

We got back in the van to leave (her husband was driving)

and she asked me to sit near her. She started kissing me right in front of him. I guess it turned her on to make her husband jealous and he didn't say anything, so I wasn't about to ruin a good thing by being noble.

When we got back to my house and unloaded the costumes, I asked them to come in. Her husband immediately lay down on the floor in the living room and closed his eyes. We couldn't help noticing that he had an enormous hard-on pushing against his pants.

Niki and I put a movie in the VCR (Ladyhawk, I'll never forget it). We sat on the floor next to him and Niki leaned against the sofa.

We just watched the movie for a while but then we started kissing again. I glanced over at the hub, but he appeared to be asleep. Niki was breathing hard and I knew that if ever I had a chance for a lesbian encounter, it was now. I opened the front of her costume and gazed at her creamy breasts. I couldn't resist getting closer. I could smell her scent and feel the warmth of her as I came closer. At last, I took a nipple into my mouth and I couldn't believe how good it felt and tasted! I was thinking, guys get to do this all the time, the lucky bastards! I licked and sucked like there was no tomorrow and she was moaning softly and writhing. I kept glancing at the hub, but he never moved or opened his eyes.

Finally, it occurred to me to start moving a hand up her thigh. She gasped and shuddered and I thought, I can't believe this, I'm going to touch a pussy that isn't my own! I slipped a finger under the edge of her panties and felt her hot, slippery cunny. My own was twitching in response. I slid my finger up and down and she stared convulsing and let out a long moan, saying, "Oh god, Myra, oh god..." I thought I was going to come too. I couldn't stop touching her and she just cooed and writhed and moaned and came over and over.

I can't believe how dense I am, because it was about 1/2 an hour before it occurred to me that I could probably go down on her and she wouldn't stop me. I started to pull her panties down and she made noises that I guess were supposed to mean "no", but I wasn't about to stop now. I got them off her and got my first unobstructed view of her pussy.

It was the most beautiful pussy I'd ever seen, which is not saying much since I'd never seen any but my own, not counting pics in dirty mags. It was all pink and swollen, surrounded by blonde hair, dripping with natural lubrication. Nothing had ever looked so delicious. As my face moved toward her sweet pishy, I was struck again with my incredible good fortune--In one second I was going to taste my first pussy.

When my tongue touched her, I felt like I was having a full-body orgasm. Fire ran through me and every nerve ending was singing. She tasted so good and the feel of her against my tongue was unbelievable. Never had anything felt so right.

At that point, I could have cared less if she was enjoying it. I had to have as much of her as I could get. I licked and sucked and tried to get every bit of juice into my mouth. I vaguely realized that she was coming loud and long and often. I truthfully lost track of how many times she convulsed and poured come into my mouth.

Finally, I came back to reality and heard her begging me to stop so she could catch her breath. I gave in and came up to kiss her, her juice lubricating our lips.

Then I remembered her husband, lying 3 feet away!! He was still in the same position, lying on his back, breathing regularly. I couldn't believe he had slept through all that!! Until I saw his giant, throbbing hard-on and the wet spot where the tip of it would be...

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A Wild Night of Passion

Joanne was feeling betrayed, she had been dating frank for 4 months and was falling for him in a big way but there was one problem and that was Amy.

Franks girlfriend of several years and one son, she was desperate to find out who frank was sleeping with and when she found out, she would take care of this woman once and for all. Little did she know that the woman her boyfriend was sleeping with was the girlfriend of her ex-husband Robert.

"talk about a small world" Amy thought to herself when she saw frank and Joanne walking down central avenue holding hands. She knew that her ex-husband worked down the street and decided to put her plan for revenge into action.

Bobby had been working at the TV repair shop for 11 years and hardly ever missed a day of work. He lived by a motto his father had instilled in him and that was "you never have too much money" and his job was even more important to him now that he was raising 4 children on his own because him and Joanne had split up going on 18 months now and most of his time was spent raising the children and working which did not leave much time for any thing else.

Amy entered the TV shop and saw bobby waiting on a perspective customer and she waited patiently until he was through before walking up to the counter and giving bob a tell-tale smile.

"what's up?" Amy asked as bobby finished ringing up his sale and putting the money from the sale into the register. "nothing much" bobby said quietly, wondering why all of the sudden his ex wife was in his place of business after he hadn't seen or talked to her in several years.

"why do I get the feeling this is not a social call?" bobby asked with curiosity. "well it is and it isn't. ." Amy replied with a low voice.

"I was wondering if you had seen frank around lately?" Amy asked. "yeah, I have seen him recently" bobby said "I saw him with my ex -girlfriend yesterday bobby exclaimed.

So!, she is fucking frank!! Amy thought to herself

"well we will see about that!."

Amy asked bobby to do her a favor and meet her back here in front of the store at 6 pm to which bobby replied "sure, what did you have in mind?"

I, m going to get even with frank in a big way! Amy said with anger in her voice and with that she walked out of the shop and climbed in her car and sped away leaving bobby wondering what Amy was up to. Amy returned at about a quarter to 6 and waited for bobby to close up shop. Just as bobby was about to close up the store, Joanne (his ex and the mother of his children) and Frank came walking up to the door and knocked on it. Bobby unlocked it and let them in knowing Amy was in the back of the shop using the bathroom.

"this ought to be good " bobby thought to himself as Amy returned from the bathroom and glared silently at the couple standing in the middle of the showroom.

Well, well, well!! Amy exclaimed: what have we here?

. Frank was speechless and scared, scared because he knew that both Amy and Joanne had tempers and had no qualms about punching a man like frank in his face. "what are you doing here?" Joanne asked in surprise. "oh I was just wondering if you knew what what was really going on with Frankie here? Amy exclaimed with growing anger in her voice. "why what is going on? Joanne asked, looking back at frank inquisitively and smelling a rat in the process. Amy whipped out a stack of letters and handed them to Joanne. "I just thought you would like to know what is really going on here with mr dickhead" Amy scowled.

There was several moments of silence while Joanne quickly fingered through the letters that were written to Amy... The most recent being just 3 days ago. "what the hell?" Joanne hollered in anger, all the while glaring at frank. "you were planning to leave me tomorrow and go back to Amy?

Joanne yelled as she walked towards frank. Bobby knew that look all tto well.. He had lived with Joanne for 11 years before the break-up and he could see the storm building on the horizon. "y-y-yes" frank stuttered nervously, knowing he was standing in deep shit!!. Amy looked at Joanne and said "you can, t trust him Joanne, he leads through life with his dick instead of his brain" Amy declared with authority in her voice sounding like the detective who just solved the big case and had the suspect cornered with no where to go.

"I oughta kick your ass frank" Joanne said as tears of anger welled up in her eyes, "but i, m not going to because your not worth it" Joanne re-iterated. Frank was speechless as Joanne turned to leave the shop but Amy had other ideas as she walked up to frank and smacked him hard across the face, sending his glasses flying across the showroom. "I don, t ever want to see you near my house agian you bastard" Amy declared and walked away leaving frank speechless and humiliated, her revenge was complete.. Or was it. She suddenly found herself thinking what Joanne would be like in the sack.. After all, Amy was bi-sexual and so was Joanne and Amy knew it. "what better way to really rub frank's nose in shit then to sleep with his girl?" Amy thought to herself and a devilish smile came across her face. When all parties involved were outside in front of the store, bobby locked it up and started to take the daily walk home when suddenly Amy asked "hey bobby, why don, t you and Joanne come over to my house for dinner tonight?" bobby did not have any other plans fror the evening, the only problem bobby had was finding a babysitter for the kids.

After some lengthy discussion between the 3 parties, it was decided that bobby, s friend paul would watch the kids for the night and bobby and Joanne would stay at Amy's house overnight. This pleased bobby because the prospect of screwing the 2 women in his life that had meant the most to him was more than he could possibly hope for... And at the same time too.

But Amy had other ideas.. She had no intention of allowing bobby into her bed that night, but every intention of sleeping with Joanne if she played her cards right. For you see... She wanted to rub bobby's face in it (shit) too just to be spiteful and because she knew she could.

Together the trio took off in Amy, s car, leaving frankstanding dazed and confused and very upset with himself for allowing himself to become entangled in such a mess. The 3 then went to bobby's house and picked up the kids and dropped them off at paul and kathy's before heading off to Amy's house. Amy licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come... If everything went her way, she would have Joanne, s face between her legs before the night was thru and she also smiled quietly to herself as she thought about the little surprise she had in store for Joanne once she got her alone in her bedroom.

At Amy's house, Joanne and bobby and herself sat at Amy's kitchen table passing around a few joints and laughing about the day's events.

The pot had a powerful effect on bobby as he had not eaten all day and had worked 11 hours that day as well and soon bobby fell fast asleep at the kitchen table. Upon seeing this, Amy suggested that her and Joanne go into her room and close the door where they could talk more in private and to her surprise and delight, Joanne quickly agreed and skipped into Amy's room ahead of her.

Amy had a smile of victory on her face as she closed the bedroom door behind her... And locked it.

A short time later, bobby awoke to find himself alone at the kitchen table and his mind was somewhat foggy from the grass they had smoked.

It took a few seconds before bobby realized that Joanne and Amy were not there. As he sat there wondering what had happened, he suddenly heard moaning coming from Amy's bedroom and quietly tip toed to the door and pressed his ear against it.

What he heard next made his cock come to life in the cinfines if his jeans. "oh Joanne" he heard Amy cry out "lick me right there', oh god!!, yes, yes, right there." It did not take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on, after all,,, Joanne and Amy were both bi-sexuals and bobby knew this to be true.

"I, ve got to know what is going on in there" bobby said to himself as he made his way through Amy's apartment and down the hall stairs and down the alley outside and up the fire escape to Amy's bedroom window and once he got there he was pleased to see that the window was open about 5 inches and the curtains were parted just enough to be able to get a clear view of the entire bedroom. Luckily, the fire escape was concealed from the streetlights by a huge tree that towered up along the back of the building so bobby was easily concealed in the darkness. When bobby peeked in through the open window, his cock was rock-hard and his breathing came fast as he watched the scene taking place on Amy's queen-sized bed. Joanne's head was buried and bobbing between Amy's wide-spread thighs which were pulled up towards her breasts and spread wide, allowing Joanne easy access to her steaming pussy which was pulsing against Joanne's mouth, lips and tongue. Joanne. S hands were on Amy's thighs just behind her knees, thus keeping them spread wide open. Amy's pussy was spread open before Joanne like a blooming flower and Joanne would alternately lick it up and down and then fuck her tongue deep in Amy's cuntal opening causing Amy to raise her hips and mash her steAmy twat into Joanne's receptive face all the while cupping Joanne's rapidly bobbing head and trapping it firmly against her pussy.

Amy's head thrashed wildly from side to side, her face contorted in ecstasy and feelings of intense pleasure being created by Joanne's lips and tongue

Sliding and sucking on her hot, humid cunt.

She intensified her grip on her lover's wildly rotating head and twirled her fingers in Joanne's hair as she shot her pelvis up in a rapid up and down motion as she fucked Joanne's receptive face causing Joanne's serpent-like tongue to spear deeper into the warm recesses of her pussy.

Suddenly and without warning, Amy reached around the back of Joanne's head and interlocked her fingers as she spread her thighs and pulled them back as far as she could and began a vigorous piston like motion into Joanne's juice-covered face.

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