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Gin

By: NeverSmart



Bree removed her undies, twirled them on a finger and discarded them on the table. It was our first game of strip gin rummy.

I watched Bree do a little spin as I scooped up my winnings; a sexy, little, black lace thong. I was surprised, but delighted, to see that she had decided to try something new. Gone was Bree's wispy blonde, but always neatly manicured, triangle of hair. In its place...nothing. Nothing, but smooth, clean, hairless skin.

Noticing the focus of my attention, Bree took a seductive step closer.

"So is that it?" she asked.

"Not if you don't want it to be," I replied, flashing a playful grin.

"Tell you what. If you win the next hand, I'll strip," I proposed, leaning back a little.

"But if I win, you do a small favor of my bidding. Agreed?" I finished, giving Bree a devious smile.

We'd had a fun evening with our usual circle, but it was discretely obvious early on, that we were both in the mood for a little fun of our own. A decision by the group to move on to another bar had been the opportunity we seized on to make a polite excuse, and head back to Bree's place.

`Am I right in assuming this favor would be sexual in nature?" Bree inquired, shuffling the cards.

"Perhaps," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

We had fallen into bed on numerous occasions over the years, so Bree wasn't too concerned where the game was heading.

Sitting back down, she dealt the cards signaling her consent.

Losing in such short measure was a little obvious on my part. Especially when I threw out two kings that Bree had been patiently waiting for. However, Bree didn't seem to mind me tanking the game.

As I removed my boxers, flag flying at full mast, Bree looked up at me. Her eyes were sparkling.

"Well, what shall we play for now?" she asked, sounding far too innocent.

As she took a sip of wine, I picked up the cards.

"How about we play anything goes gin-rummy?" I suggested.

"And by "anything goes" you mean," she began, giving a playful yet intrigued look.

"Well, anything and everything is fair compensation,' I offered, casually.

I could see a knowing twinkle in her eye, as she contemplated the suggestion.

"Anything?" You mean?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If you win, you may ask of me anything your heart desires. And vice-versa," I replied, matter of fact, matching her grin.

"Sounds interesting," Bree said, looking very pleased with the concept.

"But I think we should make a few ground rules," I cautioned, as I reached for the deck.

We quickly agreed that the loser would try their best to fulfill any request, but that the winner would allow the "Uncle" clause for whatever reason. The request would last five minutes, or until the winner was satisfied.

"Which ever comes first, right?" Bree added, causing an excited moment of silence, and an exchange of excited glances.

"Agreed?" I said, cards poised at the ready.

`Agreed," Bree chirped, promptly filling our glasses again.

"Let's play."

The "anythings" were very garden variety to begin with. I went down on Bree. She returned the favor.

A winning hand later, I asked Bree to climb up on the table, and play with herself, while I sat between her legs, taking in the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

The following hand, it was my turn on the table. Having performed my usual set routine, I sat up on an elbow and looked over at Bree.

"Now that we're both warmed up, shall we set the bar a little higher?" I asked, climbing down from center stage.

"I was just thinking the same thing," she answered, as she dealt again.

As we looked at our cards, both of us could sense the tension building.

My imagination was running wild with possibilities. We hadn't really been adventurous in bed, but I thought we had both had been on our best behavior.

On various occasions, we had both ventured a finger here, or a mouth there, by accident. Secretly, I had always hoped that they weren't just accidents. There were so many things I wanted to try. I just didn't want to freak Bree out.

Ten minutes passed, both of us sitting on the edge of our seats.

"Yes! Gin!" she exclaimed, slamming her cards down.

"I was waiting for that card forever," Bree beamed.

"Well, what would you like me to do for you now?" I asked, humbly.

"Well, I would like you...to...," she said, slowly.

"Yes?" I said, matching Bree's cheeky grin.

"Tickle my ass with your tongue," Bree finished, her face blushing a little.

I couldn't stop from grinning.

"Okay," I agreed, after playfully pretending to think about it.

"Are you sure?" she said, with a giddy smile.

"If that's what you would like, I'll try my best," I replied, honestly.

For a moment, neither of us moved. All we did was smile at each other.

It was Bree who finally took my hand and lead me to her bedroom. Without a word, she took a pillow and placed it in the middle of the bed. Slinking her way across the covers, Bree came to rest with her hips over the pillow. The slight elevation of Bree's hips by the pillow, gave her butt an irresistible quality.

I gave Bree's feet a tickle before parting them a little, revealing her perfectly smooth pussy. Bree looked back over her shoulder, as I placed a knee, either side of her calves.

Walking my hands out, I hovered over the small of Bree's back, before giving it a light kiss. Bree buried her face in a pillow, and let out a little squeal. Her skin prickled with goose-bumps as I laid a trail of kisses down her back and on to her cheeks. 

Bree raised her hips higher, searching for my next kiss. Feeling I'd teased her enough, I put my lips to her cheeks and slipped my tongue just in to the crease. The moment my tongue touched her skin, Bree froze.

I buried my tongue deeper until my nose started to press in to her crack. Wriggling it around sent Bree in to a fit of giggles. As she turned to look at me, I grabbed Bree firmly, and gently pried her buttcheeks apart.

Looking deep in to Bree's eyes, I slowly leaned in, and traced my tongue round her unsuspecting opening. Bree closed her eyes, as a little moan escaped her lips.

Dragging my tongue over her taught ring sent Bree's face back in to the pillow, muffling her screams. For the next few minutes, I swirled, flicked and lapped at Bree's ass.

The third time Bree raised her hips, I got the message. Before I could stop to consider what I was about to do, I did it. I plunged my tongue in her ass as far as I could. Bree gave a loud moan, and pushed back in to my face.

With the fingers of one hand now frigging her clit and my tongue thrusting in and out, Bree was on the verge. Within seconds, she was climaxing, her ring pulsing around my tongue, and body trembling.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, rolling on to her back.

"That was better than I ever imagined!" Bree exhaled, as she performed a cute little shimmy.

"I'm glad you liked it," I said, pleased.

"Oh, I liked it. I REALLY liked it," she declared, as she leapt up and gave me huge kiss.

"Come on," Bree said, dragging me up off the bed.

"Let's play some cards," she said, more than a little enthusiastically.

Returning the dining table, Bree gathered the cards, and shuffled up.

It seemed like the game was over before it started. Just three rounds, Bree was laying down a winning hand.

`So, what would like to do this now?" I asked, my body already tingling with anticipation.

Bree didn't answer right away. Instead, she stood up, walked over and stood behind me.

"So, would I be right in thinking that you'd like to try to slip something in my bigger backdoor?" she asked, demurely.

I smiled, but didn't answer.

"Well, let me ask you this. Ever had anything up there?" Bree asked, coyly, patting my butt lightly.

"No. Not as yet," I replied, in an intrigued tone.

"Well, that's no good now is it?" she said, disapprovingly.

"I think it is time we RECTIFY the situation," Bree surmised.

Taking my hand, she concluded, "Let's head to my bedroom and get you nice and comfy."

A few minutes later, I was laying face down on Bree's bed, with a pillow under my hips, raising my ass skyward. Bree sat at my side, a tube of lube in one hand, and the dildo in the other.

Smiling deviously, Bree put down the dildo, popped the top on the lube, and began coating her fingers.

Suddenly, the length of Bree's fingernails was somewhat of a concern, but I quickly discovered that Bree's nails were trimmed very short. I thought it strange I hadn't noticed before, but then again, why would I normally care.

"Nervous?" she asked.

Smiling a little apprehensively, I nodded.

"Yeah, me too but don't worry. I'll be gentle," Bree said, reassuringly.

"But something tells me you are going to do just fine. Now, are you ready?" she asked.

Not really waiting for my response, Bree parted my cheeks and began smoothing the lube over and around my opening. She circled a finger slowly, and then rested the tip at my entrance. My muscles instinctively clench at Bree's touch.

"Just relax," was all I heard, before Bree's finger slipped in.

There wasn't any real pain, just a weird discomfort and a slight burning sensation as her finger crept gradually deeper. As I began to think to myself what the big deal is, I felt a sharp twinge.

"Whoa! What was that?" I gasped.

"I think I just passed your second ring. Don't worry. It'll feel better in just a sec," Bree cooed, stroking my back.

"Just try to relax, after all...there's a lot more to come," she said, mischievously.

I looked back to see Bree with the biggest grin across her face, as she waved the dildo at me.

"Ah ha. Well, be gentle. It's my first time," I said, trying to sound sweet and innocent.

"But not your last," I heard Bree mutter, half under her breath, as her finger resumed its course.

In no time, any discomfort had been replaced by very pleasant sensations, as Bree now steadily fingered my opening.

"Ready for another?" Bree asked, over my shoulder, as I felt her wiggle her finger.

"Yeah, it actually feels pretty good," I replied, a little surprised at the honesty of my response.

A moment later, Bree had applied more lube and was busy sliding two fingers slowly between my cheeks. As before, there was a little discomfort, but it was quickly forgotten as the pleasurable tingles continued to grow.

I was getting into this, and so was Bree. I involuntarily arched my back, as she stepped up the pace and depth.

I didn't realize it, but I was groaning a little with each thrust. I must have inadvertently been spurring Bree on, as she didn't warn me when she added the third finger.

In actuality, I barely noticed the slight stretching sensation, as the spike in the intensely, insane tingles took all my attention.

"All right, I think you're ready," Bree said, as she reached for the dildo.

As she stood up, Bree patted my butt and said, "Roll over. I want you on your back for this."

I flipped over, revealing a raging hard-on, as I stuffed a pillow behind my head. Bree parted my legs, allowing her to kneel between them. Looking down, she tapped my knee indicating she wanted more porn star, less rock star.

Complying with her wish, I felt very exposed, but Bree didn't give me time to think. While I had been getting comfortable, she had been lubing the dildo. She now had the tip nestled against my opening.

"I've dreamed about this," Bree said, and with that, she gently pushed the dildo in.

It felt bigger, much bigger than her fingers. Uncomfortable? A little. Painful? A few more twinges, but nothing unbearable.

As the toy slowly continued, I could feel my opening give way, stretching to accommodate. I had closed my eyes instinctively, but I now had them open, wanting to see Bree's reaction.

She was entranced; staring openly between my legs. A moment later, Bree glanced up and met my eyes.

"You okay?" she asked, a little concern tainting her voice.

"Yeah," I half grunted.

"It feels really big," I added, trying to get more comfortable.

"It looks really big," Bree said, trying not to laugh.

"I am so turned on right now. This is the sexiest thing I have ever done," she breathed, heavily.

A few moments later, which felt like forever, the dildo stopped moving. Bree paused briefly.

I could feel my body relax, as she slowly reversed until I felt the tip pop out. Then it returned, driving gently back in.

My labored breaths were matched by Bree's, as she delved deeper and deeper. With her free hand, she grasped my shaft and began stroking it in time with the thrusts.

Unconsciously I had started rocking my hips, as I felt my orgasm building. Bree increased her pace, now fucking me with long, deep strokes. Then, it happened.

The intensity seemed to shoot through the roof all at once, making me cum harder than I could remember. I groaned loudly as my orgasm exploded over my chest, a few large drops hitting my face and the pillow.

"Holy shit!" Bree gasped, as she released her grip.

After few moments, she slipped the dildo out and stood up. Walking to her dresser, Bree picked up a towel, handed it to me and gave me a kiss.

"That was awesome," she said, smiling kindly.

"Was it good for you?" Bree asked.

"I think that would be a yes," I answered.

"I haven't had an orgasm like that since...I can't remember. It was so intense."

"I thought you might like it," Bree said.

"I know I did," she chirped, looking very pleased with herself, as she skipped across the room.

"Your turn to deal," she called out, as she headed back to the dining room.

Standing up, a little shakily, I followed.

I dealt the cards once again and found myself starting with less than a great hand.

Out of shear desperation, I had taken a few chances and now sat one card from victory. Bree had looked smug but now seemed frustrated.

Picking up a card, Bree cursed and placed it on the pile.

"Come on. I'm so close," she said, impatiently.

"So am I," I thought, taking a look at what she had discarded.

It was all I needed. Looking Bree straight in the eyes, I just smiled, waiting for her to respond. Then she twigged and began smiling herself. She raised her eyebrows questioningly and mouthed the word "gin". I nodded in reply.

"Well, well. What would you like to do today young man?" Bree said, in a seductive voice.

"You...as you did me," I said.

"I thought you might say that. At least, I hoped you would," she said, agreeably.

"Shall we retire to the bedroom?" she asked, very theatrically.

"After you," I said, in my most gentlemanly manner.

I watched Bree walk down the hall, my gaze following the sway of her rear. She looked back, her face aglow with excitement. As I reached the door, Bree dove on the bed, twisting midair and landing on her back.

Picking up the lube, she threw it in my direction and then flipped over, as I came to kneel at the end of the bed.

I was smiling, barely able to contain my own excitement. My eyes transfixed, as she tucked the pillow under her hips. That little elevation made her so obviously vulnerable.

"So," Bree started, looking back over her shoulder, biting her lower lip.

"Unlike you, I have been...experimenting a little," she said, slowly.

Raising an eyebrow, I grinned, "Oh really?"

"It has only been recently. And by myself, but I think it is safe to say, after our last trip here, you and I share another mutual interest," Bree grinned wickedly, as she finished speaking.

As she rested her head down on the pillow, she cautioned back, "Slow and steady wins the race."

"I'll let you know what I need...until we get going," Bree added, smiling ear to ear.

Slow and steady I thought to myself, as I gently parted her cheeks once again.

Bree relaxed as my fingertip began to coat her ass with the cold lube. Satisfied that Bree's backdoor was ready, I gently slipped my finger in.

Bree moaned as my finger came to rest. I didn't want to move as I felt her muscles clench, then relax, around my finger.

Then slowly, I began sliding in and out, each stroke trying to push a little deeper just to see how Bree would react. In answer, Bree just rolled her hips forward each time, helping drive my finger to new depths. Remembering to add more lube, I paused to withdraw.

"You can add another finger," Bree whispered dreamily.

Adding a second, I re-entered slowly but still found little resistance.

Wanting to experiment, I began trying stretch Bree further. I watched as an opening would appear then vanish, as she adjusted to perfectly encircling my fingers once again.

Over and over, in every direction, my efforts had the desired effect. Her entrance yawned wider and wider, and took longer and longer to fade. It was incredible.

Bree was still lightly thrusting her hips however her rhythm now prolonged each stroke. She was moaning more frequently and her breathing was much deeper. Bree's hips were hovering over the pillow, her knees splayed wide, causing her cheeks to part with every thrust. I could see her fingers dancing between her thighs sending her ever higher.

Remembering how Bree had slipped me her third digit, I decided to add a twist. With the timing of a magician, I turned two into three, not missing a beat. Bree looked back, her eyes wide, and her mouth agape. Her face was a mix of emotions. Then, just as her reaction began to subside, I slipped my thumb in between her lips and sunk it in as deep as I could go.

At that moment, Bree moaned like I had never heard her before.

Her body rose off the sheets and, balancing on all fours, thrust wantonly against my hand. It was all I could take. Removing my hand, I stood up beside the bed. Turning Bree over so she lay at the edge of the bed, I pushed her knees out and back, spreading her obscenely wide.

Our actions were teetering on desperate, as I moved between her thighs, and pulled her hips closer. Bree reached down to help guided my tip.

Making contact, I didn't hesitate. With one firm, gentle thrust, I disappeared inside Bree.

Bree's head shot back, her neck straining, as she gripped the sheets. I could feel her contractions around my shaft, as she gradually gave way to my advance. She was holding her breath, her body rigid. I thought to stop, but while I could see her struggling, Bree never gave any indication that I should. As I came to rest, my hips against the back of her thighs, Bree took a long breath.

A few moments later Bree had regained her composure. She was now beaming, a broad smile across her face. She giggled as I felt her squeeze my shaft a few times.

"You're bigger than I remembered," she said, chagrined.

"I think EVERYTHING feels bigger when it comes to that part of the anatomy," I countered.

"I can attest to that personally, thanks to you," I added, wearing a knowing grin.

Buried deep in Bree, I was thankful for having cum a few times earlier.

The sensation was unbelievable. Combined with the taboo of the situation, I would ordinarily have careened over the edge.

Bree gave me a coy smile and playfully wiggled her hips. Taking her gesture as an invitation, I slowly withdrew, paused at Bree's entrance, and then plunged back in.

Her eyes were locked on mine, as I gently drove in and out, both of us uttering moans of pleasure.

Bree's hands were absently tracing her body, but soon came to rest. One was cupping her breast while the other focused between her thighs.

Bree was biting her lip which added fuel to my fire. Without regard, I began driving deeper and deeper into Bree. In response, Bree was stroking herself in earnest, groaning as our bodies slapped together. Her face contorted as my push turned to a shove, my thrusts now plunging deep inside.

"I'm so close," Bree pleaded.

"Faster. Faster," she begged.

I answered by abandoning any restraint, pounding Bree hard and fast. Bree too now seemed completely unbridled as she thrust her hips and fingered herself viciously.


Gin and Tonic



“Hey, listen to this one,” Jim said, with that funny sort of snicker he had about his laugh. And he began to read a story from the Penthouse Forum. I don’t remember what it was about, but it was hot and Fran and I laughed.

They had come to my parents´ house to join me in raiding the liquor cabinet while my folks were away on a short trip. Not too admirable on my part, for we were in our mid twenties then and we had enough money to buy our own drinks, but free booze is free booze, eh?

Anyway, I had picked them up for an evening together and suggested that we see what there was at my folks´ house, and there we were downing gin and tonics. Whenever someone finished a drink, I was busy at the counter cutting limes and mixing another. We’d been through three apiece when I pulled out a handful of Penthouse magazines and suggested that we look through the forum for stories that we each thought were of interest. Starting on our fourth drink, our inhibitions were lowered and we were having fun.


We’d known each other since early high school and had always made the most of whatever situation. However, apart from the usual sexy innuendoes, we’d never gotten to the point of revealing fantasies. At least, that’s what it seemed we were doing as we leafed through my Dad’s old stash of magazines. Jim and I were “wannabe” musicians and Fran was Jim’s steady girlfriend since forever. At this point, I was divorced and just generally looking for whatever I could find in the way of company.

After sharing a few stories, each taking a turn at reading one, the tone seemed to change. It was still all in fun, but the stories began to center on those that dealt with threesomes. After reading one in particular, Fran blushed--or so it seemed to me. Maybe it was just the gin screwing with her blood pressure. At any rate, it was a very well-written, highly erotic account of a couple and an old friend getting it on. We lingered on that one and talked about it a bit, joking that maybe that could be us.

Jim looked at me and grinned, and then moved over to the chair where Fran was sitting and grabbed her. She shrieked and struggled with him a bit, laughing all the time. She continued to try to push him off, but not in a way that suggested she was offended. They were playing, and I sat back with my drink and lit a cigarette while watching them. He was tickling her and grabbing at her tits. She was trying to fend him off, but it seemed more a show of modesty than anything else. I knew that at any time she could have put a stop to it, for she wasn’t the sort to put up with much she didn’t like.

Finally, Jim wrestled her to the floor, and they wound up in front of the couch where I was sitting. Fran was still laughing and struggling, and she now was sitting with her back to me in between my legs. Jim was trying to take off her blouse, so I held her for him. She continued to struggle, but in a few moments Jim had not only removed her blouse, but her bra was lying on the floor as well. I leaned down to kiss the top of her head while Jim was playing with her now bare breasts. I didn’t dare do anything else but hold her and continue to kiss her hair. Now that she was naked from the waist up, she became calm and pushed back against me. I started stroking her shoulders and hugging her. While I held her tight against me, Jim undid her pants and slid them off.

“All right,” she said. “If you guys want to do this, let’s do it right.” With that, she got up, dropped her underwear and, now naked, grabbed us both by the hand and headed down the hall to my old bedroom. As we entered, Jim and I both were shedding our clothes like crazy. She lay down on the bed and we took our place beside her, one on each side. At first it seemed a bit awkward, but when we started kissing her breasts and stroking her, everything seemed to fall into place. She turned to me and kissed me deeply, reaching down to grab my dick. We embraced for a few minutes as she slowly stroked me; then she did the same to Jim. I got off on watching her jack him. Then she moved down between his legs and took his dick into her mouth. I began fingering her now wet pussy, and she grabbed my cock and started masturbating me while continuing to suck Jim. I was leaking a lot of precum and she rubbed it over the head of my dick.

I felt as if I couldn’t take much more of her hand job without coming too soon, so I freed myself and moved down to lap at her cunt, then slowly moved upward to enter her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and said, “Don’t come in me.” I continued to pump her, but respected her wishes and eased myself out. She then rose up and impaled herself on Jim’s dick, bucking up and down wildly. I just sat back and watched as his cock appeared and disappeared in her pussy. He didn’t last long, and when she had finished what appeared to be her third orgasm, she slowly lay back down, leaving Jim’s now limp prick dangling on his stomach. I reached over and kissed her and played with her cunt, enjoying the feel of his come in her. I played with her for some time, and, without letting them see, I sucked their juices off of my fingers, a little bit at a time. Both were lying there, breathing hard, with eyes closed.

When they had recovered, the moment had passed and I never got to come. We quietly got dressed, and I took them home. Fran sat in between us on the front seat and on the sly squeezed my cock from time to time. 

About an hour later, Fran was ringing the door bell of my apartment. She came in and we kissed passionately, and grabbing my dick through my pants, she said, “I couldn’t let you take that big thing to bed by yourself.” We quickly stripped down and headed for the bedroom. While I was fumbling through my drawer for some condoms, she was on her knees licking the head of my cock. I nearly lost it again, but I managed to drag her into the bed, and we fucked and sucked until daybreak. It was a night I’ll never forget.



Gin



My orgasm was now beginning to pulse within. I wouldn't last much longer then Bree exploded.

"Yes!!! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh my god!" she wailed.

That was it. As Bree's muscles tensed around my shaft, my body spasmed, sending a tidal wave deep inside Bree.

Bree's intense contractions milked my shaft as I rode out my orgasm. I could feel wave after wave ripple through her.

As my head cleared and body relaxed, Bree was still caught in the throws.

"It isn't stopping! This is so...," she gasped, as her voice trailed off.

It took a few minutes before Bree was back in control. She now lay dreamily across her bed, hugging a pillow.

"I can't move. I'm exhausted," she declared.

"That was just.... I can't describe it. I haven't ever felt anything like it."

Feeling between her cheeks, Bree winced.

"Bit sore," she announced.

"But very satisfied," she concluded, with a smile.

"Thank you. That was amazing," I said warmly, as I lay down with Bree and gave her a kiss.

Bree ran a finger over my chest and down to my thigh.

"I still can't get over just how fucking unbelievable that was. We should have tried that years ago," Bree said.

"I wanted to, but as I recall it wasn't something you thought you would be into," I replied.

"I didn't know it would be that fucking good!" she said, grabbing my thigh and then pushing it away.

"First time you actually decided to listen to something I say, and you pick that," Bree said, slapping her forehead.

"Well, I promise to make up for lost time," I said, my body beginning to stir again.

Bree, looking at my growing enthusiasm, shook her head.

"Oh no. Not tonight dear boy. That's enough adventure for me this evening. Besides, aren't you sore too?" she asked.

For a moment I felt a little pang of disappointment, and then I felt the extent of my own abuse and nodded.

"How about we play again Friday?" Bree suggested, her eyes sparkling brightly.

"Besides, I have to work tomorrow. Friday we can stay up all night," she added, in a very sexy voice.

"Now, I think you can let yourself out seeing as though you've worn me out," Bree purred, slipping under the covers.

"Till Friday," I whispered, as I turned out the light and headed for the front door. 



Gina



My niece she came from a broken home and lived with us to the age of 15. She then moved to Texas to live with her grandparents. We spoke over the phone several times as the years passed. Out of high school she fell in love with a guy that got her pregnant and left her. She moved back home and moved into her mother's house. Her and my sister visited the following spring and I couldn't believe my eyes. My little Gina had grown into a knock out of a girl. Her body was perfect. I found myself thinking erotic thoughts of us together. I couldn't think of her that way, even if she was 18, she was my niece. I raised her for 3 years as my daughter.

The Plan: I had business in the town where Gina lived. I called Gina and ask her if she could pick me up at the Airport. She was pleased to hear I was coming in and would be there. I arrived 2 hours earlier and went to the Hotel to set my plan in action. I rented a room that had an adjoining room. I hid a video camera in room 1 and ran the cable to the next room. I placed a xxx video on the television, with a bag that had some adult toys inside. I went back to the airport and waited for Gina.

She arrived gave me a hug and we proceeded to the Motel. I told her I had been paged and had to make a meeting in 30 minutes, could I drop her off at the hotel and use her car. She said sure Uncle Bob, no problem. As she waited in the car for me to get the room key I stood at the reservation desk making small talk. I gave her the room key and told her to help herself to the wet bar. I would be back in 45 minutes or so. I waited a few minutes and proceeded up the elevator to the floor below. Walking up the fire escape quiet as possible. Opening the door to our floor she was nowhere in site. I entered the room next the one she was in. I turned on the TV and watched. Gina was sitting on the edge of the bed looking in the bag. She put the bag back where it was and proceeded to get a beer from the fridge. Her eye caught the xxx video and put it in the VCR. She watched a young girl sucking a guy's cock while fucking her pussy with her fingers.

Gina got up and placed the chain in the lock on the door, and returned to the bedroom. She started to squirm and move around the bed. I knew she was getting hot. She removed her jeans and started to finger fuck her pussy, I heard soft moans come out of her mouth. She was building for a fast orgasm, I had to stop her. I called her on the phone and watched as she talked to me. Hi! Gina, you OK? Yes, Uncle Bob, OK I will be there in a few minutes. Hanging up she was determined to get her orgasm, she went right to the bed and started to finger her clit and pussy very fast and hard. I had to move fast, I went out of my room and knocked on her door then ran down the hall. She opened the door and looked out, to see no one. She returned to the room, I had hoped she forgot to place the chain on the door. As she removed her jeans and shirt exposing her nice tits, she grabbed the bag and took out the rubber cock I left for her. She then started to fuck her pussy and squeeze her nipples. I knew I had to move and move fast again. I went to the door and opened it, dam the chain was on. She yelled wait a minute, who is it? Uncle Bob honey. I answered. She came to the door, dressed and looking embarrassed. I ask her if she was OK, she said yes.

Honey, I am going to take a shower from the flight then you can take me to the rental car place. OK was her reply. Opening my suitcase I looked around the room I did not see the bag or the tape. I excused myself to the shower, my mind was racing again, knowing she was horny as hell. I was scared to make the next move. Not wanting to take to much time I showered fast and got out. Dressed in a towel, I entered the sofa area of the room and got me a beer. Gina was sitting on the couch and smiled my way. I went in the bedroom and looked for the tape and video. They were under the bed. I knew she wanted them for herself. Dressed I went into the couch area and sat down. Her and I started to make small talk, we drank our beer and then had another. I could smell her scent as she passed me handing me my beer. My cock was straining to get out of my pants. Our conversation turned to her babies father, she told me it had been her first time and she thought she loved the guy. I ask her if she had other lovers she said yes two others. They were both young. I got bold and told her she needed someone that would treat her good, and looked out for her pleasure and needs. Pleasure was the key word

"Pleasure she ask? what do you mean by that? I had a shot and wanted to take it. Well Gina, young boys are OK but you need someone mature that will love you for you. Someone that can make love to you till you have tears of joy. Her next reply shocked me. Uncle Bob, remember when I stayed with you and Aunt Susan? Yes, Why? Well I would be in my room and could hear Aunt Susan moaning and talking dirty to you.and sometimes I heard her crying. How did this make you feel? I asked. She turned red and looked away, I told her we were both adults. She replied she would masturbate with her fingers and try and picture what we were doing.

Gina, would you like for me to make love to you like I do to Aunt Susan? She was speechless. I tell ya what, if you do I will find you in the shower when I return. I left the room to go outside and cool off. Did I mess up, was she going to call my wife? Entering the room I heard the shower running. I undressed and walked into the shower. Uncle Bob, this is a one time thing right? Honey are you sure you want to do this? Yes, but I am scared. Scared of what? That I might not please you? Honey, you allowing me to explore every inch of your body will be my pleasure. You just tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable about anything. OK? OK Uncle Bob.

I pulled her close, and kissed her lips. Open your eyes I want you to look into mine. I want to make love to your soul as well as your body. She looked into my eyes and we kissed, searching for each others tongue. She reached for my hard cock, I stopped her hand and told her to concentrate on her and I. You will have plenty of time to learn how to take care of my cock. Washing every inch of her body I took my time, slowly, teasing her neck, nipples, inner thigh's, pussy. Taking her out of the shower I dried her off with soft easy taps, carrying her to the bedroom I laid her on the bed. Placing her on her stomach I started to massage scented oil from my bag upon her back. Slowly working my hands down across her back. As I rolled her ass in my hands I placed a finger across her asshole. Down her legs to her ankles and back up again.

She raised her ass up, please Uncle Bob, I need something, just a quick one please. Slow down my dear, let all of your feelings come alive. Rolling her over I looked into her eyes and kissed her deeply, she was rubbing her pussy up and down my leg trying to get some friction. I kissed and licked her neck and ear lobes. Slowly I ran my tongue down across her body to her belly button. Stopping there and going back for a kiss. Now tell me Gina, how do you like your nipples sucked? She said she didn't know. So I sucked on them gently and told her I was going to increase the pressure. Tell me when to stop. As I sucked and pinched her nipples her lower body was screaming for attention. Placing myself between her I could feel the wetness of her pussy against my hard cock. Please Uncle Bob, fuck me!!! She was begging for relief, I placed my hard cock at the entrance to her pussy, I felt her legs wrap around me and pull me into her. How wet and hot her pussy was!! Please fuck me she screamed.

Gina, go slow, all good things will come with time. With my cock inside I started to squeeze her nipples, and suck them, she bucked and rode my cock trying to get an orgasm. I kept it up till she was about to explode and pulled out. She let out a whimper. Pulling her legs up over my head I proceeded to lick around the outside of her pussy. Teasing the lips, and hitting the clit. She placed her hands around my head and pulled my face into her pussy. Uncle, please eat my pussy? As I was licking and sucking on her clit, I placed the dildo in her pussy and started to fuck her with it. She was about to loose it, this is my most favorite moment in love making. She didn't know weather to make me stop go on or what. As I kept fucking her and eating her pussy, she was screaming, please don't stop. Fuck me Uncle Bob fuck me!!!

Her voice went from deep wild abandonment to short squeals, I had her now as she was trying to push my away, I pulled out the rubber dildo, and placed my cock into her. Fucking her like a wild animal, she started to just say, yea, yea, etc... Tears formed in her eyes she couldn't talk, I kept fucking her, slamming my cock into her.

As I climaxed, we held each other. Crying she held me tight, I knew the tears were not of anger or pain, but joy. I had seen them before. As we came back to earth holding each other, I ask her if she was OK? Yes, what did you do to make me feel this good? That is what I meant by you need to find someone that will take care of your pleasure was my reply. What about you, you only got one orgasm? Gina, I am a very kinky guy it takes a lot to get my special spot. You don't want to go there.

Do you want to know what happen next?



Gina



 It was Father's Day the first time I that I had seen Gina. She had been my eldest son's latest squeeze. Gina was breathtakingly beautiful, had a great body, utterly charming with an infectious smile and had a great personality to complete the package. I don't ever remember meeting a woman who looked as attractive as Gina who was not stuck up or had some other personality quirk.

 Gina had driven Karl, my son, to my house that day as he had lost his driving privileges. She explained that she had a few things to do and would return to pick up Karl a little later on that day. I saw her to the door while Karl got a few beer from the fridge. She gave me a warm hug and to my surprise she planted a big kiss right on my lips. She wished me Happy Father's Day as she walked out the door. I could feel my groin stir as I watched her walk down the drive to her car. She was wearing tight white shorts that displayed her tight behind which had a natural wiggle that left my mouth dry. I shook my head and dismissed the thought as I closed the door.

 Karl, who was 28, still lived with his mother {my first wife from a long time ago} in the town next to the town where I now lived. He was just a young child when we had split up, but we had kept in contact and grew to become good friends over the years. Before to long the conversation got around to Gina.

"So, looks like you found the one," I said to Karl.

"What do you mean?" he replied.

"Well, Gina of course." He could be quite daft at times.

"Gina? Nah, she's just a girl I know that is chauffeuring me around."

"Karl she is one piece of work. They don't make 'em much nicer than that. She looks like she would make you a great little wife," I said. 

 All of a sudden Karl's mood changed as he screamed out.

"Don't you start! First Mum and now you. I'm happy just the way things are. Besides, I'm never getting married" he said in a huff. "And definitely not to Gina. No way!"

"Ok, OK!" I said not wanting to upset the applecart. "Enough said about that."

We took our beers out onto the deck. Karl took something from his pocket. It was a cigarette which he lit.

"Since when did you start smoking?" I asked.

"It's not tobacco, it's weed," he said as he passed it to me.

I hadn't smoked pot since my highschool days some 25 years ago. I thought that it wouldn't hurt so I took it from him with a bit of hesitation. I took a drag which at first went down pretty smooth, then I choked and coughed.

"Good stuff, eh Pops?" Karl said with a big laugh.

"I don't remember choking on it like that when I was younger" I replied passing the joint back to my son.

"It's much better now-a-days Dad. They say that it's as much as twenty times stronger than when you were young."

 We finished the joint and our beers. Gina still hadn't returned and Karl had to get home so I drove him. He said he would call Gina on the cell and let her know when he got in. He gave me a big hug and reached into his pocket and took out a small bag of grass. "Here, have a real good Father's Day," he said and shoved it into my hand with a couple of rolling papers and quickly got out of the car before I could refuse. His mother came to the door so I quickly waved and left.

 I arrived home in one piece. The pot mixed with the beer was having quite the effect on this old guy so I counted my blessings and went into the house. I took out another beer and sat in my favorite chair. I noticed that I had something in my pocket and upon examination, I found the bag of weed. 'Oh well' I thought, 'It's Father's Day' so I rolled an odd looking joint . I lit it up and this time I was cautious as to how much I sucked in. I hardly coughed at all, but I found it hard not giggling. I sat there for the longest time just staring. The doorbell rang and brought me down to earth. I could smell the odor left from the pot as I went to the door. 'Great', I thought as I opened it.

"Hi Dad, came to pick up Karl." It was Gina. I guess Karl had not been successful in getting her on the cell.

"Gina, how lovely to see you again," I said. "Karl couldn't wait so I drove him home. He said he was going to call you on the cell," 

She was looking me straight in the eyes and started to laugh. "What have you been doing," she said and started to laugh again.

"You've been tokeing, haven't you? Look at those eyes. There's no doubt about it Dad, your stoned, aren't you?" I could see her lift her nose and inhale the scent coming from inside my house.

I had no recourse other than to admit that I had done the bad thing. "You've caught me red handed, Ma'me," I said as I thrust my arms out so she could cuff me.

"You mean red eyed," she said with a smile. "Do you have any more?"

"You mean you smoke this stuff," I said quite surprised.

"Only on special occasions and Father's Day is a very special occasion, isn't it?" she said as she came in.

 I offered Gina a seat and rolled another joint, which looked a little more round than the one I had rolled previously. I got a glass of white wine for Gina and another cold beer for myself. We smoked the joint and talked about silly things. We laughed and occasionally she would touch me as she laughed. On the arm, on the chest and once she poked me in the gut. She said she was surprised how firm my stomach was. I couldn't take my eyes of this pretty young thing. I wished, at that time, that I was twenty years younger and maybe I would have a slim chance with this goddess.

 I looked at the clock and noticed it was after six. Gina had been here for over four hours. I wasn't complaining by any means.

"Gina, it's after six. Do you have any plans for dinner?" I inquired.

"No" she said. "Karl had to go to the city tonight and gave me the night off."

"Can I cook dinner for you, Gina," I asked rather sheepishly.

"I've got a better idea," she said with a smile. "We'll order takeout and then we can continue our party."

"Sounds good to me," I said as I phoned the Chinese restaurant. "What do you like?" 

"You choose, Dad," she said in a rather sexy tone.

"Gina," I asked, "Wouldn't you rather be spending Father's Day with your Dad?" 

"Never knew him," she said. "Left before I was born and never came back."

"Oh, sorry to hear that," I said.

"Oh, don't be. Really. I'm just fine. It's his loss," she said. "Besides, I have you, don't I?" Again she touched my shoulder.

 I reached over and took Gina into my arms and gave her a fatherly hug. She hugged back, but this time I could feel her pushing her body against mine and it was starting to have an effect on me. I looked down into Gina's smiling eyes and was just about to give her a kiss when the doorbell rang. It was the food that we had ordered. I went to the door and paid the delivery man. When I returned to the livingroom Gina was gone. 'Great,' I thought. 'Now you've scared her away.' I heard the toilet flush and Gina returned to the livingroom. I couldn't believe it. She had removed her white shorts and blouse. All that she had on were a small pair of thong panties and a cute white lace demi-bra. God, she looked better than what I could have imagined. She smiled and took the food from my hand and went into the kitchen. I, of course, followed.

 I watched Gina as she got two plates and served out the food. The sight of this young woman was getting too much for me to handle. I could feel my cock starting to harden. It had been a while since I have been with a member of the opposite sex and a few decades since I have been with one so young. She brought the food to the table and sat down across from me. As she crossed her legs I spotted a wet spot on the crotch of her thong. I couldn't hide my erection any longer as it hardened down my pant leg, making it pull away from my leg. I knew I couldn't stand up without an adjustment. I looked up at Gina and her eyes were fixed on the swollen lump in my pants. As if in a trance, she reached over and started to rub my cock through my trousers. She looked into my eyes and smiled.

"Looks as if you are ready for dessert," she purred. "At least, I hope that you even want dessert," she questioned.

"Oh yes, my love," I managed to get out. I was as ready as I ever could be. And did I want it? Damn right I did!

 Gina undid my pants and took out my throbbing member. I don't think it has ever been so stiff. Her hands were so gentle as she examined my manhood. Softly, she stroked my balls as her grip tightened on my shaft. As she squeezed the end a bit of pre-cum came oozing out. She took her finger and scooped it up and placed it upon her tongue, licking her finger clean.

"You taste as good as you look. I have never seen a such a large cock," she said. "The head is so large."

 I reached over and gave Gina a deep kiss which she accepted. I started to caress her tight body. I cupped her breast and gently squeezed her hardened nipple. She let out the most delightful sigh. I continued my assault on her breast with one hand and the other I let fall into her lap. She opened her legs giving me full access to her pussy. I pulled the crotch of her thong to one side. By now she was very wet, almost to the point, I thought, that she peed herself. My fingers slipped into her. First one; then two; then by the time I had three into her wet pussy she started to meet my thrusts. She started biting me on the neck as she continued to jerk me off. I think that she sensed that I was about to come for she stopped wanking me. She came over and without a word she climbed on top of my lap. She slowly lowered herself onto my throbbing cock. She gasped as I made my entrance. She was very wet but still very tight. 'Oh God', how good she felt as she continued to raise and lower herself, a little deeper each time. All of a sudden she stiffened and cried out. She started to buck. I erupted as she came. She kept on riding me. 'I was in heaven' I thought as she brought herself to another orgasm. I held her close as she trembled, still deep within her. She snuggled her face into my neck and kissed my neck. We remained that way for about twenty minutes. Not saying a word, Gina got up and went into the shower. 

 When Gina came out she had tears in her eyes. She apologized for what had happened.

"Gina," I said taking her in my arms. "You have nothing to apologize for. I quite enjoyed what happened and I think that you did too."

"Oh, YES!" she exclaimed. "But I feel guilty for taking advantage of you."

"You have nothing to feel guilty about. It is I who should feel guilty," I said.

"Well, I won't feel guilty if you don't feel guilty. Agreed?" she said.

"Agreed!" I assured her.

 Well Karl got his driving privilege re-instated and doesn't see Gina any longer. I could never understand that boy's taste in women. I continue to see Gina on occasion and I know for sure that she will be over on Father's Day next year! 



Gina



This story is an original work of mine was initially posted on the now defunct "Erotic Vox" site. It is now being reposted here for your reading pleasure. ;-) Enjoy!

The water was cool on my naked flesh. I loved swimming in the pool while the sun rose high into the cloudless sky heating the air to unbearable temperatures. I could lounge here all day, I thought to myself as I swam the length of the pool, not noticing my Master who had come to stand in the shade of the large maple that cornered the house. 

I was shocked when I heard him call my name. He was supposed to be at work, but explained that he had taken a long lunch so that he could come home. His impatience was apparent as he took his dominant role straight away. 

"I want you to come out of the pool and kneel on the deck, legs apart," he commanded. "so I can see the sun shimmering on your wet pussy." 

I walked up the pool stairs and knelt obediently on the deck, making sure to put a good distance between my knees, my hands clasped behind my back and resting on my buttocks. I saw that the water was dripping off my well kept garden appearing as if I were wetting myself. I smiled a little amused by my thoughts. 

"Very lovely." He commented as he made his way over to where I knelt. "I see you still have your nipple chain on." I looked from my snatch to my nipples which were pierced and connected by a silver chain. I liked that my nipples were pierced. He had done them himself one night, and shortly after he had bought me the chain as a gift. "Yes Sir, you know it is special to me." 

A slight smirk crossed his face as he came close and gave a quick tug on the chain, watching my nipples as they quickly became erect. "Your nipples are beautiful, reacting just as they should. Obedient just like you!" He said with a laugh, causing me to blush. "Now, I want you to roll them between your fingers, play with them. Squeeze and pull on your nipples until they hurt you Gina." 

I did as told and took my nipples between my forefinger and thumb, delighting in their hardness. As I pulled and twisted my nipples for him, feeling the chain extending to it's limits at times, I watched as he sat in a nearby chair so that he could leisurely view my manipulation. I could feel my pussy getting wet from my own juices and not just from the pool water. I loved when he watched as I carried out his commands and I continued to play with my nipples getting rougher as I became more excited. 

"Gina. Come sit here." He directed as he used his foot to pull one of the other pool chairs in front of the one he was in. Sitting in the chair across from him he pulled me close so my chair was against his knees. He then took me by the ankles and placed my feet so that I was straddling him, giving him a perfect view of my cunt. 

"Spread apart the lips of your pussy so that I can see how wet you are." 

I gently placed my fingers into my cunt and opened myself for him. 

"You are very wet, aren't you?" 

I looked up at him almost guiltily. "Yes Sir." 

Again that devilish smirk turned the corner of his mouth and I knew he was pleased. "I want you to masturbate for me Gina. First using only a single finger, then working your way up to three. But, remember you may not cum." 

"Until you say so Sir." I replied, sliding a finger into my tight slit. A small shower of fireworks went off immediately and I let out a moan. Our mid-day sessions always excited me this way because I knew it meant my Master had come home because he was horny and that the session would be extremely fulfilling. I fingered myself, feeling the warmth spread from my clit up to my nipples which were swollen and red, standing at attention. A second finger. Then a third. I now worked at my cunt with fervor, the juices flowing and covering my hand with a glistening sheen. "Master?" 

"No, Gina. You may not cum yet." He replied without hesitation. "Now play with that clit of yours which I can see begging for your attention." 

Sure, it was begging for my attention but would I be able to do as I was told and still maintain control? I placed my thumb against my engorged clit and stroked it in time with my fingers which were now easily finding their way in and out of my cunt. This time there was a racing of fire as my clit sent it's message to the rest of my body. My moan was loud this time and I stifled it quickly not wanting the neighbors to start nosing around. I was close to orgasm and I used all my will to keep from cumming and disappointing my Master. My pelvis began to buck in rhythm with my fingers and I closed my eyes in effort to keep from going over the edge. 

"You're very close now, aren't you Gina?" 

"Yes Master." I barely managed to get out. 

"Would you like to cum now?" 

Just his mentioning of my release brought me dangerously to the edge and I could not even speak my response, but nodded my head. 

"Answer me, Gina! Now!" 

"Yes Sir." I finally squeaked out, my voice nothing more than a trembling sigh. 

Still, he did not give me release but watched a few moments longer as I struggled with the orgasm which waited impatiently to tear me apart. "Master?" 

"Yes Gina," he voice said calmly, "you may cum now." 

I let down the gate that held back the wave of fury and immediately my orgasm ravaged me. My head pressed back against the chair as my body convulsed in intense pleasure. I was now slamming my fingers rapidly in and out of my contracting cunt and moaning without concern of who might hear. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over me and I came hard, spilling my creamy cum all over my hand and onto the chair. My pace finally slowed as my orgasm subsided, yet I continued to slide my fingers through the slickness of my cunt, my eyes now open and watching my Master. 

My Master rose from his chair and positioned himself between my still shaky legs, pushing them farther apart and removing my hand. I felt his soft kisses on my inner thigh as he moved towards my sopping pussy. His tongue flicked at my clit and sent jolts of electricity through me, my body jerking involuntarily at his touch. He began to suck and nip at my clit, pulling me closer to him. His tongue found it's way to my sweet valley and plunged deep. I squealed in enjoyment at his oral invasion, knowing he was relishing the taste of the honey I had made for him... breathing deep the scent of my musk. 

He stood abruptly and I could see his cock was erect, pushing against the fabric of his trousers. Without words he led me into the house and immediately to the bedroom. There he turned me to him and placed his mouth full against mine. His tongue greeting mine with intimate knowledge. My cum tasting wonderful as I sucked his tongue into my mouth and played with it. 

"Undress me now." He instructed sternly. 

I undid his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. His chest was broad and strong and I recalled many a time calling his name as I had pressed my face against it's strength. I ran my hands down his abdomen to his belt, unbuckling it and anticipating the sight of his cock. As I unfastened the top button and lowered the zipper he removed his shoes and socks helping me in my task. Placing my hands at my Masters waist I took hold of his trousers and slowly took them down, allowing my fingernails to lightly scratch against his flesh, smiling inside at the sight of the goose-bumps which appeared. 

Now he stood in just his underwear and I yearned to see his thick cock. I wanted to tear off his underwear and devour his sweet meat with my now salivating mouth, but as I reached for him he pulled away. 

"You'll have to wait for that." He said, knowing how badly I wanted to see him. Feel him. Taste him. "Go to the dresser and get my paddle." Mmm. The paddle. It was a favorite of his and consequently a favorite of mine. I walked to the dresser, making sure to shift my hips as I went so that my ass swung prettily for him. As I took the paddle out of his dresser drawer he told me to stop, put the paddle in my mouth, then get on all fours and crawl to him. 

Placing the paddle in my mouth I lowered to my hands and knees, then began to crawl to him, head lowered in the most submissive way I knew to be. Again he told me to stop as this was not how he wanted me. 

"Look at me slave. I want your eyes on mine as you crawl to me so you know you belong to me. I want you to see the control in my eyes as you bring me the instrument of your pain." 

My eyes looked deep into his and I could again feel my pussy beginning to tingle with excitement as I prowled towards him. He was such a good Master. 

When I reached his feet and was looking directly up at him, I tilted my head back delivering his paddle to him. I could see he was pleased. He pulled me to my feet and urged me towards the edge of the bed. Knowing what he expected of me I placed my hands on the footboard and presented my beautiful ass to him, making sure to keep my legs spread wide so that he could see my puffy cunnie. His warm hands caressed the gentle curve of my bottom and he slipped a finger into the new wetness of my pleasure. "You are ready." He said withdrawing his finger with a quiet sucking sound then placed the cold leather of the paddle against my ass. 

I brace myself for the sting knowing it will be painful. *Slap* comes the first hit and I cry out too loudly not being totally prepared. *Slap* as again the cold paddle contacts my hot flesh. This time I control my cries, but I cry out none the less knowing he likes to hear my suffering. He paddles me at an even pace so that I know when to expect the sting, although he does occasionally drop the paddle lower slapping against the softness of my pussy so that I don't forget what he is doing is for his pleasure and that mine is only secondary, and soon his pace begins to quicken. I can hear his breathing change and know that his arousal is becoming greater and this too makes me hot. Finally he stops and tosses the paddle to the floor, and although I love to be paddled I am grateful because I can feel the burning heat of my buttocks and pussy lips and know that they must be very red. He pushes me over the footboard so that my face is buried in the soft comforter and my pelvis is against the bed, my dripping cunt easily accessible for his hungry cock. 

"I don't want a sound from you." He says with a gravelly voice. "Don't make me have to shove a gag in that pretty little mouth of yours." I know that this means I am not to even respond to him but to carry out his orders implicitly. 

He binds my wrists together behind my back with a piece of leather then with one hand holds me still, I feel the wide head of his cock as he runs it up and down my slippery entrance. My legs quiver as I visualize his beautiful cock becoming coated with my lubrication, wanting to feel him fill me with his manhood. I want to push back onto his stiff prick but between the footboard and his pinning hand, I am immobile. His bulbous cockhead grazes across my clit and I push my face father into the comforter to keep from screaming and bringing punishment upon myself. "You want this cock, don't you? You want me to ram it deep in your hole and fuck you. You'd love it if I shoved it up your tight little asshole right now, wouldn't you?" He breaths, taunting me with the heaven of his cock as he uses it's swollen head to stoke my clit. He is driving me crazy and just as I think he is going to push inside and split me with his thickness, he backs away leaving me feeling empty and vulnerable and wild with unfulfilled desire. 

I know he is there but I do not dare turn to look. I don't dare speak and question his actions. 

There is only silence. 

Finally his voice low with want breaks the silence. "Turn around and look at me." 

I do so on uneasy legs and see that he is totally naked, his cock flush against his belly, eyes glassy and filled with the same desire I have. I want to go to him and give myself to him, but I wait for my orders and they come without words. His hand extends to me and I move forward. He pulls me close, unties the leather restraint, and then pushes me to my knees. Sliding a finger into my mouth he says "Suck." I can again taste the sweetness of my pussy on him as I twirl my tongue around his finger. He pulls his finger out and presses the head of his cock slick with my cunt nectar against my lips. "Suck." I open my mouth and eagerly take him in. I could almost cum just from having him in my mouth and feel a trickle run down the inside of my thigh. I suck in earnest on his throbbing rod, feeling the piercing in my tongue rubbing along the underside and up to his sensitive frenum. Sometimes I bite the angry head and rake my teeth along his shaft, finding his textures delectable Sticking the tip of my tongue into his little pee hole I can taste his precome as it beads. Now he is the one groaning and I am happy to be pleasing him. Happy that he likes to use my mouth in this way. His hands bury into my hair and he begins to thrust into my mouth more aggressively. The head of his cock is at the back of my throat and I relax my muscles to allow him in. As I accommodate all of his manhood with my mouth and throat he continues to pump into me, fucking my mouth with more and more intensity. I want to taste his cum. I want him to explode in my mouth and shoot his salty present deep in my throat, saving only enough for my face and tits. 

Unexpectedly he pulls out of me bringing me out of the sexual trance I was falling into. He picks me up and carries me onto the bed. Laying me on my back he places my legs over his shoulders and kisses the insoles of my feet. I look into his eyes to see that there is no turning back. I know that look. His cock is once again at my waiting entrance and this time he doesn't play any games. With one brutal plunge he impales me. "AHHHH." We both scream in unison. My back arches as he plunges his generous hardness into me, slamming into my cervix again and again. He is so deep that he reaches the most sensitive places and I can't help but dig my nails into his forearms the sensation is so great. I am there already, my orgasm again waiting for his permission. His sweat is bathing me as our bodies move at an incredible pace, the room's temperature having climbed a good twenty degrees or so. 

He fucks me like only he can, says the things that only he knows. As he continues to bang inside me, abusing me in the most delicious way, I become desperate for release. 

"Please Master." I ask of him, needing to let go... "Please." 

He does not answer me but slows his thrusting just the slightest bit. Concentrating on grinding more so than just penetrating. I am writhing underneath him, biting my lip, begging, crying. It is a beautiful suffering and the tears mean he is doing the right thing. 

I feel the walls of my cunt tighten around him and he too feels it. "Not yet." He whispers in my ear. 

"Oh please Master?" 

Still he does not give in to my pleading. His grinding against my clit is unbearable and I find that all I can do is scream out his name. He changes his pace and now alternates between slow deliberate thrusts and rapid pounding. His hands knead my breasts roughly, pulling on the chain and twisting the nipples. I can hear the sound of his balls as they slap against my wet ass, the hungry sucking sound as his cock withdraws from my sweet pussy then drives deep again. 

The force at which he is fucking me is causing the headboard to smash against the wall relentlessly and it is evident his orgasm is close. I need my release and he knows he cannot wait any longer. 

"You may cum for your Master now, Gina." 

"Oh yessssss Massssteeer...." 

I push my cunt to him and let myself go. I am cumming and screaming and crying. My body moves erratically and I have no control. My hot tunnel contracts, milking my Masters cock and requiring that he give his cum to me. His breathing becomes ragged and sharp... the sound feeds my desire I feel the gush as my orgasm peaks and my cum squirts out soaking my Master. 

"My little cum bitch." He growls savagely, "Fuck. Fuck! Oh, FUCK!" 

Twitching and jerking his love serpent spits it's venom inside. I can feel his thick, hot cum filling me, drenching my uterus with it's creamy heat. His orgasm stirs my lust for him and I cum again knowing that I have pleased him. 

He is still cumming as I peak the second time and I don't want him to stop. "More Master... please give me all of your cum." I beg of him. 

His face is contorted in pleasure as he shoots the last of his seed inside me, then falls exhausted on top of me. 

Feeling his cum trickling down the crack of my ass and onto the comforter I sigh deeply. I am satisfied that my body has allowed him such intense ecstasy. 

I am surprised when he kisses down my abdomen to my puffy flower and worry that he will want more from me, I am spent and drained and don't think I could service him further. But he merely laps his tongue into my pussy, then brings the combination of our mixed cum to my mouth, letting the fluids drip from his tongue onto mine. I bring my mouth to his and kiss him deeply. He is wonderful. 

Needless to say, worn out and spent himself, he called in sick for the rest of the afternoon.



Gina



As you open the garage door you notice that it is quiet. You wonder to yourself if the kids are out in the back playing. You turn the corner and glance down the hallway towards their rooms and still no kids. As you turn you see this shape approaching you. Startled you drop your purse and keys and start to back up. You hear me tell you it is just me as I reach you, taking your hands in mine and placing them over your head as your back hits the wall. My mouth moves to your neck, kissing and gently biting as my hands hold yours above you. My mouth moves to yours as our tongues entwine with one anothers. My hands release yours but your are told to keep your above your head. My hands move down and slowly begin to remove your shirt. Pulling it from over your head my mouth moves to your tits as my tongue starts to outline the bra. 

I unhook it and release it from your body. My hands cup each tit as my mouth moves from nipple to nipple watching each one harden in turn. My mouth moves down your chest, and over your stomach. I find myself down on my knees in front of you with my hands unbuttoning your pants, slowly unzipping them, then sliding the down off your body. Soon you are in front of me with just your thongs on hands still above your head. I glance at you and see the wetness that has soaked through your panties. My tongue moves to the front of them running along the outside of them, listening to your breathing as I can tell you are wanting to climax. My tongue slides in the side of your thong barely touching your pouting lips. With one motion my hands move up your sides and grab the thong, pulling it off your body. 

There you are with my tongue so close to your wet pussy. I move my tongue so it touches very lightly the top of your pussy, and let it run down its entire length, getting my first taste of the day from you. I let my tongue move back up and slowly run it around you swelling clit. Slowly I put my lips around your clit sucking it into my mouth as my hands move up to caress your ass. I release your clit and take each of your swollen lips into my mouth giving them a gentle nibble as I begin to smell your scent and arousal. Your pussy has gotten wetter as my tongue dips inside you. You move your hands and pull my face into you, feeling my tongue slipping deeper into you. 

I can feel your body tense as your first climax takes hole of your body. Your pussy floods my mouth with its juice, as I drink it down, feeling your body relax. I move up your body sliding down my pants, releasing my now rock hard cock. My mouth moves up your body as you feel my hardness rubbing against you. You can feel me teasing the entrance of your pussy with the head of my cock. Slowly I push it into you feeling your warmth around me. I move all of it inside you, as my hands once again move yours above your head. You can feel my cock moving in and out of your pussy as we stand there together. 

As I move in and out of your our mouths meet once again. You can smell your wonderful scent on my lips and taste your wonderful taste on my tongue. I break the kiss and quickly withdraw from within you. I turn you around and have you face the wall as I rub myself along your ass. I feel your wetness as my cock finds your pussy once again, sliding deep into you with one thrust. I reach around and grab your tits, squeezing your nipples as my cock moves in and out of your wetness. You feel something brush against your leg, as you open your eye and look below you. At the same time you see what it was you feel it. A tongue begins to lick on your clit as you still feel the cock sliding in and out of your pussy. This makes you climax at once, seeing and feeling this combination. A cock fucking your pussy and a tongue licking your pussy at the same time. You climax takes over your body as you let it release. With your knees weakening I slide out of you while the other tongue dives into your pussy. 

Your hips grind into the additional mouth as I stand back watching, playing with your tits. After another climax we lead you to the bedroom. I lay down on the bed and you straddle my face, allowing me perfect sight of your swollen pussy. You lower yourself down onto my mouth as I can feel your tongue start to lick my cock. The other man moves in behind you and I help guide his hard cock into your wet pussy. My lips move to your clit sucking on it as you feel his cock deep inside you, stretching your pussy as it grips him tight. I can feel your mouth take my cock and your warm lips around it, sucking me deep into your mouth. 

My eyes are open as I watch his cock moving in and out of your pussy. I can see your swollen lips tight around him, and as his cock moves out of you, your lips seem to grab hold of his cock as the stretch out, trying to keep him inside you. I let my tongue start to work on the outside of each lip, as your mouth continues to work on my hard cock. We can hear your moans as another climax starts to build within your pussy. Your toes start to curl and you suck hard on my cock, as your hands caress my balls. I can see him slamming his cock hard into your pussy, the wetness on the outer lips. With my tongue I catch each little drop of it, not wanting to waste any. 

His hands are caressing your ass as he moves in and out. He pulls himself completely out of you as my tongue moves to take the place of his cock. I spread your pussy apart with my fingers as I lick inside you. Parting the folds of your pussy I lick the inner pink that is exposed. You can feel him move then suddenly feel his tongue moving down your back, along the crack of your ass, before landing itself on your pink rosebud. His tongue circles it as my lick your inner wetness. This causes you to release my cock with your mouth as you start to climax once again.

Your excitement is evident as your body shudders and the climax continues through your body. You collapse on the bed with the smile on your face loving the feeling that you body is having. Your pussy is dripping with its juice as you feel someone move behind you once again. You feel the hardness of their cock pressing against you then with a swift motion it enters you, once again filling you and making you complete. You can feel the hands on your ass as you feel a tongue moving down your back, following the crack of your ass back to your lovely rosebud. 

It encircles it and begins to press into you. You can feel the warmth of it as it trys to move into you. The cock in your pussy feels so wonderful as it moves in and out. You can feel his balls hitting your swollen clit as a climax once again begins to take over your body. You can feel him swell inside you, knowing that soon he will be giving you his cum deep into your pussy. With this feeling you start to climax, causing him to push deep into you. You feel his rush of cum enter deep into you. His cock is throbbing inside you against your pussy. Your climax is causing your pussy to squeeze his cock tight causing him to cum even more, filling you up.

The clenching of your pussy pushes his cock out of you. I trade places with him and watch as your pussy squeezes some of his cum out of it. I place the head of my cock against your used pussy and slide into you, feeling his cum and your heat mixed together. The sound my cock is making is audible to the three of us, a slurping sound caused by your cum and cock filled pussy. You raise up to your hands and knees as the man moves in front of you. His cock is in front of your face as you look at it and admire it. Although he has cum already, his cock still has hardness to it and you slowly wrap your lips around it, sucking it into your mouth. You can taste the mix of him and you and this excites you, building another climax within you. 

My hands are on your ass watching you suck his cock as mine is filling your pussy. I watch my cock as it slides in and out of you. I can see the cum covering it and take some off of it and rub it onto your ass. I rub it around as I watch my cock fucking your pussy. My finger moves some of the cum to your pink rosebub, slowly rubbing circles around it. Slowly I push a finger into your ass, hearing a moan escape from your cock filled mouth. I slide my finger in and out of your ass as my cock moves in rhythm with my finger. You start the same rhythm as you suck the cock deep into your mouth. You can feel my cock swelling in your pussy and you know I am about to give you another load of hot cum. I push hard into you, reaching around with my free hand quickly squeezing your swollen clit as I release my load of cum into you.

I slide my cock out of you as you continue to suck the other mans cock. I watch as your pussy releases some of the cum inside. I let it drip onto my hand and begin to rub it over your ass and onto your clit, giving it some nice slickness. Your body wants more but for now you need a slight break. You release the mans cock from your mouth and lay on the bed face up. Our hands are moving over your body touching and feeling every part of you. We both share in the cum leaking out of your pussy as we gather it up to rub it inot your body. We watch your nipples harden as the cum is rubbed over them and then into them. We give them each a squeeze and watch them respond. 

We continue to play with you body, hands roaming over it when you see me leaning down to you and you feel my tongue on your swollen clit. You feel my lips wrap around it as my tongue circles it. I release it and let my tongue run down each lip, gently nibbling as I go. I move between your legs and place them over my shoulders. My tongue dives into your pussy, feeling its heat and wetness. I can taste the cum that is left in it as I lick up and down your warm slit. The man starts to suck on your tits as my tongue starts to bring you closer to another climax. Your hips start to move and your hands move to my head forcing my tongue deeper into your used pussy. My tongue darts in and out of you. Licking the inside of your pink pussy as the other man takes care of your hard nipples. 

My hands caress your ass as my tongue probes your inner depths. You feel the climax cumming as you try and pull my head deeper into you. You climax and I can taste your juice as it flows from within you bringing more of our cum with it. I lick all around your pussy, cleaning you up before moving. Me and the other man get off the bed and ask you to join us in the shower for more fun and adventure. You look at us as you get off the bed and see our hard cocks at attention wanting to give you more of them. To fill your every hole and give you our cum as you please. We start the water and climb into the shower, making you the meat in the sandwich. The water splashing over the three of us, 4 hands on your body, six including your as we watch you touch yourself, feeling your swollen lips and hard clit. 

Your hands move to our hard cocks stroking them and getting them harder. Our mouths meet and you can taste the 3 of us. This excites you as you grab our cocks harder. The man moves you facing the wall, bent over and proceeds to place his cock against your pussy. The water splashing down over our bodies give it a different feeling as he enters you. You continue to stroke my cock as I reach down and begin to play with your tits. I make my way in front of you and position myself so your mouth is accessable for my cock to slide into. Myself and the other man want to time our climaxes this time so we climax together filling you from both ends as you climax with us in anticipation of what will happen next. You mouth feels so good around my hard cock. You can feel the water running down your back and over your ass, as the cock that fills your pussy feels so hard inside you. He is fucking your pussy so hard his movement is causing your mouth to stroke on my cock in the same rhythm. I grab you by the hair taking a handful giving a slight tug, letting you know that you are there for the duration.

You can feel me swell in your mouth as the cock in your pussy swells as well. I pull your head towards me to get my cock fully in your mouth and release my cum deep into your throat. At the same time the cock in your pussy gets you wetter as its cum fills you, taking you over the edge until you cum. You swallow all I have not missing a drop as the climax builds over your body and you release my cock from you hot mouth. The cock in your pussy stays inside you feeling your contractions squeezing against it.



Gina



The following is based on some true experiences; some were mine, some others'. Mostly, though, it's just fantasy.

Author's note - when first submitted, this story landed in the wrong category, Lesbian Sex. That was not an attempt to mislead. This is a resubmission. I'm sorry for any confusion that ensued.

All participants are eighteen years of age or older.

*

It all began in August, a couple of weeks before school started. I was going to be a senior, and while I understood the importance of that fact, I was unimpressed.

First, I was not going to go off to college. My grades were good, but certainly not stellar, which they would have had to be for me to get a scholarship. Failing that, my parents could not afford anything more than community college. I was also seriously considering the military as a way of making enough money to go.

Second, I was -- well, not a geek, exactly, but far from popular. I was good in math, and I had tutored enough jocks to have friends in cool places. Put it this way: no girls would fuck me, and no guys would fuck with me.

It was a tradeoff, sure, but one I could live with.

Anyway, as I say, I wasn't a geek, exactly, and I wasn't a jock. I was in pretty good shape, though. I had always loved running. I had even considered trying out for the track team, but there were too many guys faster or in better shape than I was who also wanted to be on the team.

Gina was my best friend and fellow running enthusiast. We had known one another since kindergarten. We had shared in the good times and the bad, made it through the cooties stage with our relationship intact, and generally propped one another up.

We were not, however, dating material.

I thought, at the time, we both realized that any attempt to move deeper into the relationship would potentially ruin what we had. We were perfectly content to let the status be just as quo as it could.

So to tie these threads together...

Gina and I were running around the track that outlined the football field. The football jocks were on the field doing whatever they were doing to prepare for the coming season.

Well, someone was definitely doing some kicking. A ball landed on the track in front of Gina and me. It made a loud *SMACK* and startled the smack out of us, then skittered under the risers.

"Hey, Jeff, get that, wouldja?" called a voice. It was Hank Benson, one of the stars of the team and someone I had once tutored in math, enabling him to stay eligible to play. We weren't great buds, but we were certainly friendly enough.

I looked at Gina; she shrugged. I reached under the risers and pulled out the ball, then drop-kicked it. I'd seen it done, and imitated what I'd seen. Gina and I started running again when we heard another, louder voice yelling.

It was the coach, and he was screaming something like, "How did you do that, young lad?" Or words to that effect, if you catch my drift. Gina and I came to a stop again, as the coach and a group of players, Hank among them, approached us.

"I wanna see you do that again," blustered the coach.

I was genuinely taken aback. "I'm sorry," I said, "I was just returning the ball."

"No," Hank interrupted, "you kicked it like nobody's business. We wanted to know if it was just luck."

"I never tried before," I said honestly.

"Get on the field," grumbled the coach, "and kick it again." There was a chorus of "Yeah," "Hell yeah," "Kick that sumbitch,"and the like.

Again I glanced at Gina, who was by now smiling at my predicament. I shrugged and trotted onto the field.

"Put the tee on the thirty," ordered the coach. He turned to me and said, "See that? See the uprights?" pointing to the goal posts. "Send it straight through."

I complied.

Coach said, "Back it up to the thirty-five," and we repeated. "Forty," he barked. Once again, I did as he asked.

We went through this process about seven or eight times before we found I had a limit of about fifty-two yards, reliably; further was hit-and-miss. Then we went through kicking it from a snap.

When all was said and done, Coach said, "You're my kicker." He hadn't even asked whether I was interested in playing. In the end, though, I knew I had to do it.

My parents went through the usual it's-dangerous-and-you-have-to-keep-your-grades-up objections, but signed the consent form. I think my dad was actually puffed up with pride.

Our team went 9-1 that year, for the first time ever, and made the state playoffs. It wasn't all because of me, but I added to the team by subtracting from the field. My contribution was genuine.

I was a senior, with no prior football experience, and so it was a little late for most of the big schools to take an interest in me. A couple of smaller schools, though, heard about my accomplishments and sent representatives to woo me. I ended up taking the one, solitary full-boat scholarship I was offered.

My college days were memorable, and beyond the scope of this tale; but all is not lost.

You see, Gina gave me a going-away present.

As I mentioned, Gina and I never dated. We never properly had the hots for one another, though I'll admit I had fantasized about her from time to time.

Right after graduation, we were back on the track, doing our usual running. It was late May, and the weather was pleasant after several hot days. A cool front was pushing through; the skies were darkening, threatening rain.

We finished our run, walked a lap to cool down, and sat on the risers to relax a moment before heading home. She was a little pre-occupied. Finally she said, "Why don't we head to my place and get cleaned up?"

As if on cue, at that moment several large, noisy raindrops plopped on the hot surface of the track. We were close to her car -- I had ridden with her that morning -- and so we hightailed it. We closed the doors just before the rain really settled in. It wasn't torrential, but I was glad we hadn't gotten caught out in it.

As we drove, she was silent; unusual for her.

At length she said, "Did you ever wonder why we never dated?"

I pondered. "Yeah, I guess I have. I guess we're too smart to ruin a good friendship."

"Do you find me attractive?" she asked.

"Well, sure I do. You're very pretty," I responded.

"But are you attracted to me?" she pressed.

I was getting a little annoyed. "Yes, Gina, you give me a hard-on. Is that what you want to hear?"

"I'm sorry," she said, looking sad. "I'm not handling this very well, am I?"

"Just say what you want to say," I said firmly. "We've known each other for too long. Just spit it out."

She was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay. I used to think you and I would eventually get married, have kids, stuff like that." I said nothing, and she continued. "A couple of years ago, I realized I was never going to love you that way."

I guess that should have stung, at least a little, but it didn't. "Oh, well, that's nothing to get worked up about. We're still friends. Right?"

She paused, then said, "No, what I mean is, I met someone else. A friend of one of my cousins." There was a pregnant pause, then: "A girl."

What might have been a body-blow to others was sort of a relief to me. It answered a lot of questions, cleared up a lot of things that had occurred over the previous year or so.

I nodded slowly. "So, you're a... lesbian."

She grinned a little. "At least you didn't call me a dyke."

We were silent for a moment; then, I said, "So, who else knows about this?"

"No one. Not around here. My folks don't even suspect. At least, I don't think they do."

Another lightbulb moment for me. "And you told me because you wanted to unburden yourself to someone who wouldn't gossip."

She smiled again. "That's my Jeff."

We rode in companionable silence the rest of the way to her house.

Her parents had set up a small additional parking spot for her, to the side of the detached garage, meaning we had to cover thirty feet or so. We ran to the house, getting soaked yet again by the rain, a hard, steady, insistent downpour.

Her parents' house had a side door that entered the kitchen; just to the left of the kitchen was a laundry alcove, and that's where she guided me.

"Strip," she commanded.

"Gina!" I exclaimed.

She looked at me. "What? We've seen one another naked before."

"We were barely seven," I answered.

"Besides," she continued, as if I hadn't said a word, "you know you're not gonna get laid. You know who I am now." With that, she stripped off her A-shirt and sports bra.

I couldn't help stare. Her breasts were... well, perfect. I had never seen any others for comparison, not in person; but, damn!

She saw me staring, and I blushed and averted my gaze. She giggled. "It's okay," she said. "I know you like boobies. It's kinda nice to know they get your attention."

As I undressed -- I had surrendered to the inevitable by this point -- I said, "I'm very impressed. With your breast," I added, and we both laughed.

She loaded all our clothes into the washer and started the load. "I'm putting it on cold wash, so we'll have plenty of hot water for the shower." She grabbed a couple of yet-unfolded towels and bath cloths, and signaled me to leave the laundry alcove.

I followed her to the upstairs bathroom, where she started the shower. She stepped in; I held back, unsure of what she intended of me.

She stuck her head out the door and said, "Well, get in here."

I complied.

The water rolled over us like liquid muscle relaxant. We soaped the cloths and then washed the good grime of hard exercise off ourselves. It was glorious.

After a bit, she handed me her cloth and said, "Be a sweetie and wash my back? I'll do yours next."

"I'd like to wash your front," I said, and giggled.

"Behave!" she scolded, then added, "I think I can arrange that. Not like you haven't seen 'em."

I washed her back, handed her my cloth and turned for her to reciprocate.

When we were done, she took my hands, spread the bar of soap over my palms, and said, "Go ahead. Part of your gift, anyway" Then she winked.

I ran my soapy hands over her breasts (and I must tell you I almost shot a load right then and there). The sensation was better than anything I had imagined. She moaned appreciatively. "You're very gentle," she murmured. "Some girl is gonna be damned lucky to have you for a lover."

I could have continued for hours, but I spent only a minute or so. We finished rinsing and turned off the water. We stepped out and dried ourselves. Afterward, she led me to her bedroom and tossed me a girly robe, similar to the one she donned.

"Let me check the clothes," she said, and darted out of the room. I sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for her to return.

At length she did. "Had to wait for the spin cycle to finish," she said. "They'll be dry in forty-five minutes or so. Which, coincidentally," she said seductively, "is about long enough to give you the rest of your going-away present." She winked.

"You keep calling it that," I said. "When am I going away? I mean, August, sure, but that's a couple months from now."

She sat beside me. "Well, that's part of what it means," she said, "but also, it means I'm going away."

I stared at her. "I don't understand."

She gave me her best oh-please look, and said, "What part do you not get?"

I laughed. "Okay, that was stupid," I said.

She grinned, and said, "It's okay. It's yet another thing I haven't told you. I'm going into the Navy. I report in a few weeks. My folks don't know yet."

"O-o-o-k-a-a-ay," I said slowly. "So when are you planning on springing it on them?"

"Look," she said, "let's not talk about my future plans. My parting gift to you is to prepare you for your future."

I waited; she continued, "I'm going to teach you a skill that will benefit you, and all the girls you will love from now on."

She leaned in a little closer. "Have you ever wondered how lesbians make love?"

I shook my head, though the denial was not entirely true.

"Have you ever herd of cunnilingus?" she asked, softly.

"Yeah," I replied, "That's eating pussy, right? I read about it in a magazine. And I heard some guys talk about it. My older cousin Dave..."

"Ever thought about what it's like?" she asked, looking me right in the eyes.

"Well, yeah. I guess... I guess I thought it was icky, but..." I trailed off.

"But?" she prompted.

"But so many people seem to like it, it must be okay," I rasped.

Her eyes shone. "Uh-huh. It's good. Really good. You learn to eat a girl's pussy, and I guarantee you'll never go without." With that, she kissed me. It wasn't an erotic kiss, but very, very friendly.

She stood, shed her robe, and mounted the bed, spreading her legs so that her pussy was staring right at me.

I removed my robe and knelt on the bed. "Any pointers?" I asked.

She ran her fingers over her labia. "See these? Like lips. Kiss them. Kiss them like they were on my mouth. Be gentle; just baby kisses."

I did as she suggested, breathing in her clean, fresh womanly scent. "You smell nice," I remarked.

"Not like fish, huh?" she giggled.

"No, not at all. Very, very nice," I replied, returning to the pleasures at hand. I kissed those lips some more; and then, by instinct, inserted my tongue a little.

She gasped. "Oh, yeah, you're a good student," she said softly.

Well, if that worked, I figured, why not do more of the same? So I did.

I rooted my tongue around and struck a hard little nubbin. She jumped when I did that, and I knew instinctively I'd found this thing called "clit."

I began flipping my tongue up and down over that nubbin, and her pelvis began to writhe, in tempo with her moans.

After a few minutes of this treatment, and just before my tongue was going to mutiny, her body seized up, and she began to push my head away.

As soon as I moved my head, her thighs clamped, and she made sounds that might have been mistaken as intestinal distress. I thought I had a good idea what had happened, but I moved up next to her on the bed and said, "Gina?"

She flailed a bit for another moment, and then gasped, "You did okay for a first timer." Then she laughed, taking large breaths every few seconds.

After a moment or two she calmed down. She looked at me through dreamy eyes and said, "That, buddy boy, is eating pussy; and you are a natural."

I smiled. "Really? It was good?"

Again I got the oh-please look. "You do that to one girl, and I promise you'll have no shortage of dates."

"You don't mean girls gossip, now, do you?" I asked mockingly. She giggled and swatted my arm.

I leaned over and suckled on one of her breasts, feeling proud of myself. She rubbed the back of my head.

After a moment she said, "So how's Mister Chubby?"

I had forgotten my own erection on the excitement. Truth was, he needed some relief; I told her as much.

"Well," she said, "I don't want one of those things in me. The thought turns me off. No offense, but, hey, I am..." she let the thought trail off.

"Fair enough," I replied.

"But," she continued, "you satisfied me, so you should get some help. Wanna show me what it looks like? I've never seen a guy come, so you may as well be my first."

"Sure," I replied. I lay on my back, took her hand and placed it over my penis, and helped her masturbate me to a shattering orgasm. Most of my spunk landed on my chest; some of the blowback got on her hand.

She laughed. "Damn, that's nasty. No offense," she added, grimacing, "but that's just... nasty." She left the room and returned with my bath towel, mopping up all the evidence.

She lay down beside my spent self, rubbing the side of my face gently. I was drained by that point, and I fell into a light slumber.

I awoke when she threw my warm, freshly-dried clothes on me.

"How long have I been out?" I rasped.

"About an hour," she replied. "You looked so cute sleeping, I just let you. Now it's after four, and I need to get you home."

I dressed slowly. It had stopped raining, so the trip to her car was nothing like it had been before.

She drove me to my home, a couple of miles away. I was still too muzzy-headed to make any conversation.

When we pulled up into my driveway, she stopped the car and put it in park. Before I got out, I said, "So I was a good student?"

She laughed. "Very good student. I enjoyed the teaching part."

After a moment, I asked, "Any chance for... well, you know... advanced studies?"

She smiled wanly and said, "No, 'fraid not. It was a one day.... semen-ar," and giggled, as did I.

I looked at her and said, "You know I love you, don't you? Maybe not romantically, but I do love you."

She smiled again. "I know you do. And I love you, too. If I was different... well, wish in one hand," she finished lamely.

Just before I got out, I said, "Yeah, well, at least I gave you something to use in future relationships."

She frowned. "I don't follow...?"

"If you ever have a girlfriend who doesn't satisfy you, you can always tell them you know a straight guy who does it better than they do."

She howled with laughter. "See ya," she said. I got out, and waved as she backed out of the driveway.

++++++

I've never seen Gina again. Never heard another word from her. I have no idea whether she's alive or dead. I dearly hope she's doing well, happy, and in a nurturing relationship; I just don't know.

But I will always have that magical afternoon. 



Gina



Gina was 23; I was 16 in the summer of 1976. She was from California and was visiting her mother. Her mother lived four houses up from my family's home in Connecticut. I met her when her mother stopped her car while I was fixing our mail box after vandals beat it in with a baseball bat. I remember that she smiled when her mother introduced her.

She was beautiful, just what I would think of as a California girl, not that I had much to go on, just Mr. Morgan's Playboys that his son Willy snuck out of the house for us to ogle over. The female form was still a mystery to me. Sure, I had a girl friend but it never went more then a quick feel through clothes and French kissing at parties. My girl friend was cute, but Gina was a woman, tanned, tall with blonde hair blue/green eyes and upturned nose with a constellation of freckles across it. 

She got out of her mothers car to see what I was doing, and her mother drove off up the hill to her house. She wore worn blue jeans that fit like a second skin; her waist was so slender she wore a bandana as a belt. Her shirt fit as well as a shirt could possibly fit and left nothing to my imagination. I don't remember what we talked about or if we talked very long, all I can remember her walking up the hill towards her mother's house. Oh what a walk she had, talk about a "West Coast Strut" I must have hit my fingers with the hammer three or four times, without feeling it before she crested the hill and went out of my sight. 

I worked after school in the local super market where her mother shopped so I was able to see her when she would come in ether with or without her mother, I guess I have to say here that I may not have looked like a typical 16 year old, I had always been a little heavy as a kid until I was 15. Then I grew from 5 foot 7" or so, to a robust 6 foot 3" and all that extra weight went away, playing sports gave my body the shape it should have, I never had a problem with acne and I could grow a respectable mustache. I could also go to bars without too much problem and buy beer, since at that time the legal age for both was 18. I think Gina thought I was 18 or 19, but she never asked and I wasn't offering any additional information on that subject. 

Over the next week or so we became friends and she would sometimes walk down to my house to say hello. We would listen to music and smoke pot together ether in my room or out on the back deck when my folks were out. She was so fucking cool; it was like being in another world around her. Of course her being really hot helped, but she was just a really nice person, funny, had a great voice and played the guitar while I played my bass, then we would go outside under a tree and smoke a joint. She talked about her place in California and the weather and the beach and how I should come out to visit.

While we talked she would touch me, just on my arm or chest in a pleasing way that excited me deeply, but I didn't have the first clue on how to respond. Really, deep down it was that I was afraid to. The virgin hurdle can be mighty high. Looking back I have no doubt she knew the effect she was having on me. And it was my first sweet seduction from a woman. 

We arranged to go out on a Saturday night to a bar where I knew the head bartender. He had worked at the country club where I caddied some days so I could play golf on Mondays when the course was closed to the members. I was sure that I would not be carded and thus reveal my true age. The bar was in a local town, Westport known for its rich and artistic residents, the place itself was called Viva Zapata's and it sat (and still does) near the water front of the rich and famous.

Gina came down to my house and looked too good to be true for our "date." The car I had at the time was a 1964 Ford Falcon, dark blue with a little back yard "gear head" modifications to it. I had picked up a half an ounce of some nice gold Columbian to smoke, she brought a bottle of chilled wine, (I think it was Lancers in the brown ceramic bottle), with her that we passed back and forth as we smoked a fat joint. The drive took about a half a hour and with an eight track tape player in the car we listened to Zeppelin and Jethro Tull as we drove to Westport. Once inside the place, we sat down at the bar and I introduced her to Dave, my bartender friend. Dave was in his upper 20's, early 30's and when Gina wasn't looking gave me the "Thumbs up" signal. The drinks were generous and mostly free.

Gina drank a kind of drink I had never heard of, a funny girl's name, Margarita. I stuck to beer, Becks to be precise and to be honest we had quiet a few. The talking between us was mostly jokes and non important stuff as I remember, as the night went on she became prone to touching my body, sliding her hands up my thighs, and I took the opportunity to do the same to her wonderful form.

We left the bar and as we got into my car she put her arms around me and kissed me with an open mouth and demanding tongue. She tasted strange and only later in life, I realized it was the taste of tequila. We continued to make out in the parking lot and she felt me all over even running her hands over the pretty evident bulge in my pants. I was hesitant to really touch her but she helped by placing my hands on her breasts. They felt wonderful, soft, firm and heavy to my hand and the nipples felt stiff and hard to my fingers.

She told me that she wanted to go someplace where we could be alone. Not having my own place and I knew my folks would be home, I had no idea where to go. Gina rolled another joint and we drove vaguely back towards my house. I remembered that there was a small park near a friend's house, Cherry Lane Park, it was called. It was not a "Park" in the true city sense of the word, but a dirt road into a wooded area, more like a wild life sanctuary. I decided to go there. 

We pulled in and parked. We drank the wine that had left, it was still kind of cold, not that it would have made much of a difference, to be honest. Finishing the joint we were smoking I put in some "Steely Dan" on the 8-track. Gina slowly took over, guiding my hands and position to where she wanted it, still fully clothed we pressed against each other. Suddenly she sat back, against the passenger door pushed me away and removed her shirt; she had no need to remove a bra, because she didn't need one. I remember that her breasts were just like the women I looked at in Playboy. She stretched her body upwards and her hands went to hold her own breasts, as if they were an offering to me. I felt numb, excited, confused, and horny... all at the same time. 

She released her breasts and taking my hands gently pulled me to her, my head rested on her chest and my mouth suckled her breasts, she coaxed me in what she wanted. I explored this new place in as much wonderment as the Norse did when they saw North America for the first time. With little hints and guiding my head with her hands she started to emit the small sounds of a woman in pleasure, the first to my ears, and it was primeval, natural, and most of all... wonderful. She pushed me back into the driver's seat and took off my new, black, Genesis tour tee shirt, her mouth licked my chest and sucked my nipples, a feeling I had never imagined, let alone felt, as her hands felt my hardness through my jeans. 

Pulling away from me again she unbuttoned her jeans. I sat transfixed and dumb as she slid them over her hips taking her panties with them. It was kind of light from the moon and I remember watching as her pubic mound came into view. I sat amazed at the sight; I had never seen this in real life only in flat, fold out pictures. It was just so smooth and she had a wisp of blonde hair that matched her hair color. Removing her pants she knelt on the seat and grabbing my belt she pulled me to her. My pants became loose and down around my mid thighs before I could grasp what was going on. Leaving me to remove them the rest of the way, she moved between the front seats and half way into the back seat.

I don't know if it was an epiphany, but when I saw her wonderful rear end so close to my face as she climbed between the seats, I fell deeply, totally, and forever in love with the female ass, if it that wasn't an epiphany I don't know what is. She stopped half way over to move some junk off the back seat to the floor. I kissed her hind cheek, long and softly without a thought, and she made a sound of enjoyment. It was soft, warm, smooth and in short... indescribably wonderful. Had known then what I know now she would have stayed in that position, rear end up and my mouth on it for an hour or more.

We ended up in the back seat, and thank god for the cars of the 60's, I've had bed rooms smaller that that. She took me in her hands and guided me where she wanted, and needed me to be, as I tried to respond as best as I could, but this was clearly her show. Her mouth was active and seemed to kiss me in 50 places at once, I tried to keep up but I was one kiss, one touch, and one position behind.

We made love in that back seat, and with her tender instructions, I finally jumped that hurdle. She was all I could have wished for; I think that she must have realized that if I was not a virgin, I had limited experience in the art of love. She guided my body with gentle touches, moves, and hints never becoming distracted, or annoyed. 

When we came to the final stretch I moved on top of her, and felt the pleasure of her body wrapping around mine, and her mouth open, sometimes kissing me and sometimes just breathing in a locomotive sound... ether in my ear on directly into my mouth. Her insides were liquid and a totally new feeling and it didn't take long for me to spend. She held me close in my return to earth and whispered soft touching words in my ear as she kissed my forehead and the tip of my nose. It felt like never before or since.



          Post script

I only saw Gina once again after that night, she left to go back to California less then a week later, before she left she put a note and a small gift to remember her by in the same battered mailbox that I was fixing when I met her. Her note said how much she enjoyed meeting me and that I should come out to California. The gift was a small castle with a knight on a white horse...I still have it...all these many years later.



Gina and Brandon



I dated quite a bit in college but only had 2 serious long-term girlfriends. The first of these was Gina. Gina was a good girl with a bad girl living just below the surface. She was 5 foot 6, with medium length dark brown hair and lovely brown eyes. She was beautiful, with a wide perfect smile that would light up the night. She was truly stunning. She was just a little bit on the heavy side but in a luxurious and voluptuous way, not fat or flabby. She had lovely breasts, heavy enough to be full and round and wrapped in tight young flesh to keep them high and soft. Time and gravity would do terrible things to her someday but in those days she was perfect.

When Gina and I first started dating she was a virgin and very inexperienced in sexual matters. Or so I thought. It turned out that she just had different experience. Gina was the kind of girl who would make the first guy work hard for something new – a hand up her blouse, a finger in her panties, whatever – but the next guy got it on the first date with no effort. She never did tell me how many dicks she had jacked off.

Our first sexual date was a race up to a very hard an unfortunate end – full nudity with in 20 minutes, but only an incomplete hand-job to send me home with. I was not thrilled but she was a quick study and after some serious discussions and lots of fooling around she eventually became quite the little sex kitten. 

After several months our relationship had progressed to a point where her desire for sex was surpassing my ability to give it. She was talking more and more about a three-way with another girl but I knew her well by then. She was proposing a trade. She was trying to tell me that she would do a female-female-male three-way for me if I would do a male-male-female with her, but she didn't quite have the courage to come right out and say it. Her passive-aggressive ways were one of the primary causes of our downfall but it did make her motives fairly transparent.

It was summer vacation and we both had jobs so we didn't see each other very much. She lived about 45 minutes away so I couldn't just pop over to her place every night. Besides, her parents were the suspicious types. I had a job at a warehouse with overnight 12-hour shifts during the week. Hard work, but I needed to save up for college. I think Gina was working in a library or a day-care or something. She had nights off and I did not so we were rather restricted to weekends. They were fun weekends, though. We fucked in every room in her house, even the garage one night when her parents were still awake. She liked to live on the wild side.

One week Gina's parents were going out of town for a long weekend to visit their other daughter a few hours away. Gina and I had plans for Saturday – all day – but I couldn't be there Friday night because of work. She asked if it was OK for her to hang out with an old friend of hers from high school, a guy by the name of Brandon. I had heard about Brandon and I knew I had nothing to worry about from a relationship point of view but I also knew how voracious Gina's libido could be and I was curious if she would fool around with him. 

I didn't mind, really. I always had a nasty little fantasy of seeing Gina having sex with another guy, and the thought of it gave me an instant boner. I suppose that may have meant that I didn't respect her, or saw her as a sex object, or didn't really love her – I don't know. I just know that I really wanted to see it.

I gave her my permission, telling her she didn't need it and that I trusted her. She decided to push it a little further and asked if I would buy a bottle of alcohol. She was 19 at the time and I was 22 but she already knew she liked to get a little tipsy. And she got horny as she got tipsy.

I wasn't sure she planned to cheat on me but I knew her well enough to know she was telegraphing her moves. She wanted me to know what was going on and she wanted me to make a decision. She was always trying to put the big decisions in my hands so she could claim innocence later. It got annoying after a while.

I bought her the bottle of peach schnapps and sent her on her way, telling her I couldn't miss work. It was the busy season and jobs were a little hard to come by and this warehouse was giving good base pay plus a ton of overtime. I needed the job and the income but as we parted and I went to work my mind was on Gina and what she might be doing that night.

I was sloppy at the job and managed to puncture a box with the forklift forks and destroy a few hundred dollars in merchandise. The supervisor was not happy with me, but nearly everybody had a similar experience at one time or another so he let it slide with some grumbling and an admonishment to pay more attention. I couldn't. It's hard to fill a pick list with a raging hard-on and your mind filled with images of your lovely girlfriend sucking another guy's dick. I screwed up again.

I lifted the palette on the third tier too fast and it toppled a few boxes of books, ruining many of them. The supervisor actually saw it happen and was quick to explode at me. I deserved it – it was an easy task that I had done a hundred times before. I tried to make up an excuse about having a migraine and it was affecting my concentration, but I don't think he bought it. He did, however, send me home. It was unclear as to whether or not I was welcome to return the following evening.

I raced to Gina's place, nearly an hour from the warehouse. It was getting a little late by now and I was thinking I might have missed my chance, but when I got to her house I saw a strange car in the driveway. I knew Brandon was still there.

I wasn't sure what I was after. I didn't know how to broach this subject and make it happen, even if it was possible. I didn't know this guy and had no idea how he would react. I knew they had messed around a little and that Gina thought he was well endowed, but details were sketchy.

I decided to be sneaky. I grabbed the hidden key from the garden and snuck in the back door. The house was well built and new with a solid foundation so there would be no creaking of floorboards. The family room was empty and I saw no lights from the living room, so I continued back to the bedrooms. Sure enough, Gina's bedroom light was on and I could see the flickering of a TV. I heard the TV now that I was close, but no voices from Gina or Brandon.

I peeked through the narrow opening in the almost-closed door and saw them lying on her bed, close but fully clothed. Brandon's arm was around Gina's shoulders and was lying almost negligently on her breast, his fingers moving slowly around her nipple. Gina squirmed ever so slightly at his touch, but made no move to stop him.

My first impression of Brandon was to be impressed. I knew he was a black man but I had no idea how tall he was. Even lying down I could tell he was over 6 feet, though not especially athletic in build. I am a bit touchy about my height, barely reaching 5 feet 10 inches with shoes on. He was also good looking, or so I guess he would be labeled. I started to worry that I might have real competition here.

I stepped back and thought it through. What should I do? The thought of watching her with this guy was really hot, and the thought of both of us on her at the same time was even better. I've never really been the sharing kind, but something about Gina made me want to try it. But would they go for it? There was only one way to find out.

I knew her father had a separate phone line in his office, so I went in and made a call to the main house line. Gina picked up quickly.

"Hello?"

"Hi Gina, it's me."

"Oh, Hi. Are you at work?"

"Nope, they let me go. I ruined some stock and they sent me home. Can I come over?"

"Um, sure. Brandon left a little while ago." Her lie was blatant, even if I hadn't seen the evidence myself. One thing Gina could not do was lie to me. I decided to call her on it.

"Bullshit. I can tell he is still there. That's OK – I'd like to meet him."

"No really, he's gone," a pause, probably her motioning him to be quiet, "what makes you think he is here?"

"I can tell. Hey it's OK. Listen, do me a favor. Go to your dad's office and see if his computer has the number for the warehouse. It's a long shot but maybe he can pull some strings and make sure I don't get fired. I'll wait."

"Um, OK, give me a second," and she put the phone down. I hung up and listened for her footsteps into the darkened room. She was fast.

She hit the light and then nearly hit the ceiling in surprise. She swore at me for a minute but I still got my hug and kiss hello. I'm not sure if it was the scare or the guilt but the hug was very stiff and unsure. Brandon heard her squeal and came to inspect.

"Brandon, right?" I said as I held out my hand. He took it and gave a good shake, introducing himself before Gina could collect her thoughts. Brandon was a good 4 inches taller than me but I outweighed him by a bunch with my massive physique. I worked hard to maintain a powerful body and it came in handy, especially when I was feeling self-conscious about my height. Like I was right then.

"So what's going on? Any of that bottle left?"

"Yeah, a little," replied Gina. "Lets go to the kitchen." We did and she retrieved the bottle from her room. It was three quarters gone and I knew Gina's tolerance was not up to that amount. She was definitely tipsy but I couldn't read Brandon. If he had consumed half the bottle then he was likely a little buzzed as well.

We sat around and chatted for a little while, just small talk about college and whatnot, getting to know Brandon. He was a nice guy, doing well in college and was obviously a sharp guy. If I hadn't been studying physics I might have been intimidated by his intellect, but when one actually studies rocket science that subject is usually not a problem. It was obvious that he and Gina knew each other as they shared a certain conversational shorthand and often made reference to people and places I didn't know. They also referred a few times and in veiled terms to their previous physical encounters. Gina laughed a lot and did the best flirting I had seen in months. I decided to make the move.

"Gina, I haven't seen you in that little dress I got you last month. Why don't you go put it on and model it for us?" It had a short skirt and a plunging neckline, a sexy outfit she might wear out to a party. Gina was a flirt and loved to show off so it wasn't a hard sell. With a smile and a wink she went right off to change. As soon as she was gone I turned to Brandon.

"Look, I saw you two on her bed. I know what was going on and I know where it was going. Understand that it's OK – I'm not mad." He was a little dumbstruck by this and didn't know how to respond. "I know Gina and I know she planned it. She wanted to get you drunk and mess around. It's her way. Hell, you know – you dated her, right?"

"Yeah, I did. She is a hell of a flirt."

"She is more than that. She is a hot little thing and she wants you. You know how she gets when she is drunk? Horny. Very horny. If I were 10 minutes later she'd have been naked."

"Um, look, I don't know what you think was going on in there but I was not trying to move in on your girl." He sounded a little panicked, so I adjusted my body language and tried to look calm.

"I saw your fingers on her left nipple and I saw her enjoying it. It's OK. I am not upset. She put some alcohol into you and then made herself available to you. I imagine she was as hot and sexy and forward as she knows how to be all evening. Am I right?"

The look in his eye told me I was.

"Just watch. I think she will make it obvious" I shut down the conversation as Gina returned.

Sure enough, she looked great in the dress. She had fabulous legs and nice heavy breasts, wide inviting hips and a slender waist to put it all together. The little black dress was very nice on her and she modeled for us. She came to me and wiggled her ass at me, then turned and gave me a playful cleavage shot. I was appreciative but admonished her not to keep her guest out of the loop. She was drunk enough to not argue and went to give Brandon a similar show. She danced around a little and beamed her lovely smile at us both.

"Very nice. Hey, I know another outfit I haven't seen on you yet. Remember the long slinky thing I got you at the end of the school year? I never got to see that in the light. You want to go put that on?"

This was something she had to think about as the sheer floor-length red nightgown was significantly more revealing than this dress.

"You mean the red one? Isn't that kind of, you know..."

"Yes, the red one. Go put it on for us."

She hesitated, but went nervously back to her room. I started in on Brandon again.

"Listen, we both know what a slut she can be. And I know how bad you want to fuck her."

"No way, man. She's yours."

"I saw you playing with her tits so you can't say you weren't thinking about it. Besides, I know you've explored her a little in the past. She told me so. Said you were huge. This is going to sound crazy but I am dead serious. Go ahead and take her. She wants it, you want it, and I want to see that little bitch get her brains fucked out. I am officially offering to share her tonight, and tonight only."

"I don't know," he replied, very uncertain.

"Yes you do. When she comes in she'll be wearing a sexy see thru gown. She'll have to choose what kind of underwear to put on, if any. The pair that comes with it is a thong but she doesn't have to wear it. I am betting she will anyway. She wants you and I'm OK with it. Look, she probably just wanted to paw around a little and get you all hot and bothered and then leave you hanging. She'd let you have her tits and maybe get a hand in her panties but she wouldn't give you satisfaction. You would have left here with blue balls. I know she has done that to you before, right? I'm offering her to you, to have whatever you want. Trust me. With me here to tell her it's OK she will give you absolutely anything. Look, I'm not gay or bi or anything deviant and I don't want to suck your dick or anything, OK? But she was planning to cheat on me tonight and I want to get a little revenge. I just want to see this little cock tease get what she deserves, and pushing her boundaries that far will definitely be a nice revenge. Besides, with this girl watching is almost as good as doing."

"You sure she'll go for it? She was always real clear about not going all the way until she got married."

"She changed her mind. She hasn't been a virgin in over a year. She looks at other men all the time and I can see the hunger in her eyes. We watch porno all the time and she loves it. If I broke up with her she would fuck every guy on the first date. Judge for yourself when she comes out. I'll bet you she will be hotter than hell and showing off more than you expect. Why would she do that if she didn't want it? Seriously, that is how she operates. She lays all the groundwork and makes it painfully obvious what she wants but leaves the final decision to others. If she resists then of course we stop, but I'm telling you that she will make it hard for you to ignore her." 

He wasn't quite sold. He looked at me through suspicious eyes. "So what do you get out of this?"

"Like I said, I love to watch her. And I'll be honest; I have always had a fantasy of watching her get screwed by some other guy. I don't want her cheating on me but I want to watch her do it. With my permission, it isn't cheating." It was about time for her to return and I was really excited about this possibility, so I tried once more to really punch it home. "I won't offer you this chance again. The next time I try this will be at college and I can assure you that I'll get somebody to do it." His face was still uncertain as the sounds of her approach reached us.

Sure enough, she wore the matching red thong under the sheer red gown. Her ass looked best in the high-bottomed 'V" shaped panties that left the lower cheeks bare, but the thong was always nice too. Her ass was slightly generous but her young tight skin kept it smooth and lovely. The top of the gown was form fitted to her breasts and the sheer material left little to the imagination, but she was covering her chest with crossed arms, still too nervous to expose herself completely. She was as hot as I had ever seen her, standing there exposed and in mock embarrassment, her lovely face innocent and afraid. I knew her too well. I knew her little pussy was quivering in the hopes that I would do what I was trying to do.

Brandon and I shared a knowing look, but a brief one. We both wanted our eyes on Gina. 

"Very nice. Now give us a little dance, like you did last time."

Still she looked nervous and was reluctant to expose herself by dancing as she had before. I stood up and walked to her, holding my hands out for hers. She took my hands and I spread her arms wide, allowing her dark nipples to be seen through the mesh, then turned her around so Brandon could see her well. She let me lead her but was still nervous. 

"Looks good, doesn't she?"

"Hell yes she does. Damn, girl." His eyes roamed hungrily over her barely covered flesh and I knew I had convinced him.

"Gina, why don't you go over and show off for Brandon. I'm sure he'd like a closer look." 

This was almost too much for her and she balked at first. I insisted and gently pushed her towards him. She half-heartedly wiggled a little and stuck her ass at him, then moved as if to come back to me. I moved in and stopped her. I stood in front of her, and she stood in front of Brandon who was still on the barstool. Our hands met and clasped and I gently pushed her back into him. Her eyes were wild and worried, but mine were calm and sure. I smiled ad nodded as her ass touched Brandon's hips. She jumped a little, but made no sound.

I let go of her hands and motioned for Brandon to touch her. I could tell he was nervous as well, though I think his racing heart was more due to anticipation and lust than fear. He moved his hands around to her front and placed them on her breasts. I had pushed this about as far as I could and would just have to sit back and see if the fire took hold.

I was not disappointed. Brandon took up her ample bosom in his large hands and pressed her back against him. He nuzzled away her dark hair and started to nibble and suck at the base of her neck, one of her many sexual hot buttons. Gina's hands went to his and her face showed shock. I looked her straight in the eye and maintained my little smile as I backed up and took a seat at the dining room table a few feet away.

Her shock visibly diminished, overcome slowly by her lust. Brandon knew how to get her going and he dug in with a mission. His hands kneaded her breasts firmly, giving her the slightly rough treatment she liked but denied liking. The moans of passion don't lie. She put her hands down on his thighs, his legs spreading to let her ass in close, and started to push herself into his crotch. She writhed against him hard, using his strength to push into him. Her eyes were closed in concentration, focusing in the feel of his mouth and hands on her. Brandon switched to the other side of her neck and she flicked her hair out of the way to give him access. This pointed her head closer to my direction and she knew it. Her eyes opened and locked with mine as they continued to grind and paw at each other.

Brandon had had enough of her backside and wanted a change of scenery, so he let go of her tits and turned her around to face him. They kissed passionately and his hands went to her ass, pulling up the sheer nightie to press his flesh on hers. I could see their tongues dueling and could hear their breathing quicken as the excitement rose. Gina fell fully into the swing of things as her hands went to Brandon's belt and started to undo it.




Gina and Brandon



The belt came undone quickly and the sound of a zipper soon followed. I couldn't see anything because they were pressed up against each other but I knew from experience that Gina was a wizard with a dick and that black snake would soon be out in public. My own white wand was widening as well and I adjusted my jeans to compensate.

Sure enough, the cock wizard had him in hand in a flash. She was into it now with complete abandon as she took a step back and got down on her knees in front of him. He stood and dropped his pants down and for the first time I saw what she had been talking about. Brandon was big. He was still only half erect but it was obvious he had a serious pussy wrecker there. Mine is nothing to be ashamed of but it won't scare many woman away either.

She took his hardening cock in her mouth and sucked it all the way down, her hands on his ass. Brandon took his t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor, then put his hands on Gina's head. Gina has many talents but I think her greatest gift is giving head. She knows how to make it feel great and look better. I have never seen a blowjob in a porno movie that could compare to one of hers. She looked up at him as she opened her mouth wide and slowly pushed his dick into her face, pushing him closer from behind. As he hardened she was unable to get him all the way down so she brought a hand out front to stroke the base of his cock.

It was damned exciting to see my lovely girlfriend engulfing that incredible dick. He was almost fully erect now and she could get no more than half his length into her throat. She could deep throat me but at that point she hadn't even tried it on him. I was starting to wonder if she would but she soon made it clear.

Once he was at full mast she once again grabbed his ass. She had the very tip of his dick in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and sucking it hard. Brandon was in ecstasy and I knew exactly how he felt. She had done the same for me many times. She teased the head for quite a while but eventually she pushed her head down the length of his long black cock, quickly reaching the end of the easy part. I knew her rhythms well and I knew what was coming, and again I had to readjust my growing bulge.  

She started working her head around slightly, trying to pry his cock head past her tonsils. She gagged once and backed off, working her tongue around the head for a moment, then went back to the throat. Again she pushed slowly forward, but again she was unable to swallow him down. She pulled him out entirely with a pop, then started jerking him off with both hands as she regained her breath.

"I don't think I can do it," she gasped.

"Swallow it," I ordered, encouraging her libido.

He shot an incredibly lecherous glance my way, reveling in the exhibitionism of her lewd act. Her lovely curved body, kneeling in front of this tall black man, worshiping at his crotch, was an erotic sight I will never forget.

She returned to her task, this time rubbing the head gently across her lips for a few moments. I knew this trick and prepared for the payoff, and sure enough she didn't disappoint. She opened her mouth enough to let half the head in, then pushed out the saliva she had been accumulating. The thick spit dribbled down her face, feigning a mouth overfull with sperm. Her large brown eyes rolled under fluttering eyelashes and Brandon groaned at the sight of her.

Done with the theatrics, she pushed her head down on his cock again, quickly reaching her limit. She worked her head around on her neck, trying to wedge him in deeper but still met with limited success. She gave a slow, sloppy blow job to the end of his immense pecker for a while, jerking him slowly off with her right hand, apparently having given up. I should have learned not to underestimate her.

She took in a deep breath, reached both hands around to his ass, and pushed him hard down her throat. She forced him down, causing her eyes to bulge. She took all of him down her throat as he howled in pleasure, but I could see her gagging on him. She quickly retreated and a long slimy rope of spit hung briefly between her lips and his cock.

"That's it. I can't do any more," she gasped, regaining composure and wiping tears away.

"I bet you can do other things. Go to the bedroom."

She stood and flashed a little curtsey, jiggling her breasts at me.

"Yes sir," she said, adding slightly comic emphasis to the 'sir.' She swayed her hips away down the hall and took a right into her bedroom.

"God damn!" said Brandon.

"Yup."

We disrobed as we followed her down the hall, arriving in her lavender bedroom naked and hard. She sat on her bed waiting for us in her best fuck-me pose, all hesitation gone, her see-through negligee and panties thrown into a corner. Brandon no longer held any doubts or fears and I was ecstatic that I was about to experience one of my strongest fantasies.

I took the chair in the corner and motioned Brandon to proceed. He walked up to Gina like a lion on the prowl and she quickly leaned down to fellate him again. She worked the shaft with one hand, the other fondling his heavy balls, as her mouth clamped over the head of his cock. Brandon reached down for a handful of her breast and I settled back to watch.

The bow job didn't last long. Brandon couldn't wait any longer, apparently. He pulled his dick out of her mouth and pushed her gently back on the bed, lowering himself on top of her. They kissed passionately as their hands groped each other but he was quickly positioning himself for entry. Once between her pale legs she held his cock aimed at her eager pussy, throwing me one last look of apprehension. All she saw was my immense smile as he lowered himself into her. Her head flew back and a titanic moan of pleasure erupted from her throat as his immense black cock flowed into her for the first time.

Like I said, I've got nothing to worry about sexually. My stamina is excellent and my size is above average, but this big black monster was more than had ever been in there. Her back arched and her fingernails raked his back as he pushed himself all the way in. He held it there for a moment before he began slowly plunging into her with long strokes.

I was in heaven. My sick fantasy was being fulfilled and my nasty little girlfriend was getting fucked right there in front of me. I slowly stroked my cock, incredibly excited by the view. Gina was equally happy and appeared to have forgotten I was in the room.

Gina rips through multiple orgasms like a machine gun and it took only a few minutes before the tone of her gaps started to rise. She started grunting, almost barking, in an ever-higher pitch as the dark piston rammed into her again and again. When the orgasm hit she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down on her, legs wrapped around him as she tried to force more of him into her. Yelling and moaning, gasping and screaming, she put on the performance of a lifetime as Brandon fucked her silly. 

No man could withstand that for long. Brandon changed his rhythm a bit and forced himself out of her grasp to rise, his own orgasm approaching. He held her legs apart by the ankles as he drove himself into her roughly. His teeth bared, his muscles clenched, and finally his arrival was imminent. At the last moment he pulled out, a wise choice since we hadn't discussed the fact that she was on birth control, and jerked himself off over her tits. Thick white goo boiled out of his dick, dribbling down on her tits like honey. Gina was a wizard with jizz and quickly pushed her tits together and began to smear it around them with her fingers, extending her porno show as long as possible. The smile she beamed up at him was glorious, energized and lecherous all at once.

Brandon grunted out his final contractions, then sat back as he let her legs down to the bed. She had drained him quickly, as was her habit. He watched her fingers smear his discharge around her pale white flesh with a happy smile on his face. His eyes blinked slowly, showing his weakened, sleepy state. I knew Gina would have none of that.

Gina was insatiable at most times. I rarely had sex with her lasting less than 2 hours, though most of that was usually foreplay. Still, wearing her out was tough and Brandon hadn't come close. I stood and motioned Brandon to the chair with a thumb. He nodded and levered himself up from the bed, leaving Gina for me.

I affected a scowl as best I could. I flexed my shoulders and clenched my fists briefly, trying to show menace. Brandon had the superior dick but I was the real physical presence in the room. I tried to act as if he was the appetizer and I was the main course. Gina loved a show off and my little routine drew her smile further into the gutter. I leaned over her and whispered in her ear.

"We haven't even started to fuck you."

A soft purr escaped her just before I grabbed her roughly. I flipped her over on her belly and pulled her ass up without a thought to her comfort. I climbed on the bed behind her and immediately pushed my cock all the way in. Well-lubricated and stretched out from Brandon's big hog, I fell right in. I grabbed her by her long curly brown hair and pulled her head back, forcing her spine to arch back as I fucked her as hard as I could. 

She shouted in surprise when I wrenched her hair and her arms flailed to support herself properly. I plunged into her sloppy wet hole like a machine. Usually we worked up to this level over the space of an hour or more but this time she needed to be put in her place, to know who owned her pussy.

"Did you like that? Did you like that big black dick inside you?"

"Yes!" she shrieked, on the cusp of her next orgasm.

"I bet you did. Just remember which cock you love best. It's THIS one!" I said as I threw an especially rough hump into her. Her orgasm was in full swing now and I pushed her through it from behind, one hand in her hair and one guiding her hips. I knew I was pounding her G-spot mercilessly from this position and I knew she loved this position more than any other, so no verbal abuse on my part would eclipse her rapture as the deep orgasm boiled over through her nervous system. She moaned like a banshee as I fucked her from behind.

Gina basked in the glow of her multiple orgasms for several minutes until eventually I had to slow down and let her recover. Her breath came in ragged gasps and she couldn't hold herself up as I let her slump down on the bed. She wasn't done but she needed a break now and then. I needed to cool down a bit as well. My control is good but a brief pause is often required.

I looked over at Brandon as she collapsed onto her belly and my wet dick popped out of her. He was enjoying the show much as I had a short time before. I knew just how he felt.

I put a finger into her sloppy pussy for lubrication, wiggled it around a bit to get a rise out of her, then slowly pushed it into her asshole. She immediately tensed up and made as if to crawl away, but as always her lust won over and she settled back, raising her ass a little to give me better access. I worked my finger in and out slowly but firmly, allowing her to adjust to it. I don't know if she liked anal sex because it felt good or because it was nasty but after a little anal foreplay she would take it like a champ. I intended to give her more time for that so this was just a tease.

"This little bitch has all kinds of bad habits."

"No shit."

I removed my finger and hopped off the bed, then moved around to Gina's head for a blowjob. I put one foot up on the bed and pulled her head down on my cock and she eagerly swallowed me in. I took two big handfuls of her hair and slowly fucked her face for a few minutes. She didn't care for a rough face fuck so I kept it gentle and guiding more than forcing, but it still felt nice. She was at her best when she took control but this evening wasn't about her control. I stole a look over and Brandon and he was watching intently, stroking himself back up to an erection.

"Looks like Brandon is almost ready for another ride on the Gina coaster. You ready for that big thing up inside you again?" She made a muffled sound around my dick and nodded her head a little. "Ask him for it," I said as I pulled out.

"I want your dick," she panted. I quickly pushed myself back into her mouth.

"Pitiful. Make him believe it. Beg for it."

"Fuck me! I need you in me!" Again I filled her mouth.

"You heard the lady." He rose from the chair and climbed up behind her, his large dick once again ready to play. Gina's pussy would be wet for hours at a time so she was fully lubricated still and ready for more. Brandon took the position and pushed all the way in on his first thrust. Gina groaned in pleasure around my cock as I continued to slowly fuck her mouth.

I can't tell you how hot that was. That wasn't my first three-way but it was by far the most intense. I had wanted to see Gina fucked by another man for months, that sweet innocent little good girl, the one who made me wait so long, the one who said "sex is gross," while her heart lusted for the deepest of carnal pleasures. I was in heaven.

We fucked her slowly for a while, keeping our pace even and controlled and moving Gina back and forth between us like the fuck-toy she was. She was paying more attention to Brandon's cock than mine and her normally amazing mouth was definitely preoccupied, but it was still nice to watch my cock slide in and out of her pretty face. Eventually I got bored and changed tactics. I pulled out and leaned down to get my face next to hers.

"Tell us about it," I said. "Talk dirty to your new lover." 

"Oh fuck, he's so big!" She replied erratically, her voice jarring as Brandon started to hump her with more vigor.

"That's my girl," I said gently, caressing her sweating face with my fingertips. "Ready to take any cock I tell her to. Ready to suck whatever gets near her pretty face. Ready to give up her body for anything I want." She tried to glare at me but with Brandon's swift pace and long strokes she was nearing another caravan of orgasms and her glare quickly turned to her normal lustful, needy face. I knew she would turn incoherent once they hit so I encouraged her again to talk dirty to us.

"Come on, tell him how good it feels. Let us hear it." On the rare occasions when we were truly alone and safe she would scream like a flock of banshees and curse like a bar full of bikers. She didn't need my encouragement.

"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me faster!" Brandon picked up his pace even more, slamming his hips into her flawless young ass with a loud slap. "Yes!" she grunted, and again, "Yes!" with each powerful thrust. Her voice began to crack, her brows knitted tightly and her hands clenched fistfuls of the sheets as he pushed her over the edge of a long series of orgasms.

No longer coherent, she shrieked at the top of her lungs while Brandon's strong hands held her hips tight as he plowed her from behind. I would get no more pleasure out of her mouth for a while so I sat back down to watch. It was hard to imagine that long cock sliding so far up inside her. He was pulling almost all the way out on every stroke and it seemed far too long for realism. Not even her generous dildo compared to this man. I stroked myself strongly at the incredible sight of that thing snaking it's way into her over and over. 

It was a hell of a sight, but after a while I started to get a little envious. Gina's sexual appetites were growing fast and I knew we had fundamental relationship issues. It occurred to me that this little experiment might be a quick end to us. I know I caused it to happen but she almost cheated on me before I even arrived. Was there any way I could stop it?

I found myself barely paying attention to the incredible fucking my girlfriend was getting, lost briefly in my mental wanderings. I was a little angry then. At myself, at her, at Brandon I suppose though I knew he had nothing to do with it. I finally decided that what was done was done and if the fun was going to end tomorrow then I better get my share tonight.

I returned my attention to the scene on the bed. Gina was face down and barely in control of her arms while Brandon was continuing his fevered pace. She wasn't even on her knees anymore. His tremendous assault on her backside had pushed her down and it looked like he was fucking her ass. That got a surge out of me, an extra twitch in my needy cock. I wanted in that ass, bad.

Brandon's size and intensity were not matched by his stamina. His grunts turned to shouts as he pumped his orgasm into Gina's little twat. His cock started to come out with streaks of white mingled with her generous juices and soon he was rolling off her in a heap, wiped out from his second orgasm of the evening.

I moved in quick to take his place as he rolled away. She was loose and sloppy with a pussy full of Brandon's spunk but it was still smooth as silk. She gasped as I filled her up again, poised over and behind her as he had been. I fucked her quickly and with a bit of a mean streak, but that's how she liked it. She buried her face back into the pillow as I savaged her pussy.

All this activity had made me hornier than usual, and since she was reaping the benefit of two cocks I didn't feel the need to drag it out as long as usual. I raced for my own orgasm, Brandon now the spectator in the chair I had vacated. I had waited too long for it and I could tell this one would be tremendous, and as I felt the tension start to rise I decided to add a nasty little twist. I pulled out and stood on the bed, pulling my cock slowly to keep me near orgasm.

"Get up here and suck me."

Gina was quick to comply. She sat up, her face awash with sweat and lust, and opened her mouth like a hungry bird. I pushed my fat dick into her face and she lapped it up hungrily. Slathered in a mixture of her own juices and Brandon's sperm, she sucked on my sticky prick hard and jacked firmly at the base until my orgasm was imminent.

"Here it comes..." Even then I was polite enough to give her warning, but as always she didn't need it. I groaned as the first wad erupted from my cock into her filthy mouth. Her lips remained locked around my shaft as the second and third waves hit, dumping more cum into her. That's when she opened her mouth and let it all come dribbling out, down her chin and onto her heavy tits. She turned her face up to me, mouth open wide and covered with spit and sperm, as she pulled the last few contractions out of me with her hand. Thin, watery ejaculate spattered onto her tongue one last time and then I was spent.

I fell to one knee, then back away from her on the bed. She was a wreck but she was a picture of lust and sex the likes of which I had never seen. Sweat, spunk, spit and satisfaction covered the girl, and it was almost enough to get me hard again right there.

"You two go take a shower," I said. "I think I need a little nap." I didn't, especially, but for some reason I wanted a little alone time. Gina dutifully responded and hopped off the bed, taking Brandon by the hand out of the room. I was quickly alone with my thoughts.

That had been fucking amazing. It had been every bit as exciting as I had hoped, even more so, I think, because of Brandon's big unit. That had been an added bonus to watch, but that nagging worry returned. Gina had always risen to any level to which I had pushed her and she had never regressed. What once had been her favorite back at the start of our time together was now just another part of foreplay. Would she succumb to the old adage, "Once black, never back?" It wouldn't surprise me. Or, disregarding the fact that Brandon was black, would she just be hungry for two cocks all the time? Would she be unable to reach satisfaction with my dick from now on? I had never felt inadequate before, but the first twinges of it were starting to gnaw at me.




Gina and Brandon



I could hear muffled words behind the noise of the water, the occasional giggle from Gina. Jealousy stirred in me but I fought it down. I had no right to be jealous. I caused this to happen so it was my fault if it went sour. Hell, I knew it was going sour anyway. Better to burn out than to fade away, right?

I dozed briefly with visions of sweet Gina running through my head, but soon they returned from their clean up. Gina, naked, jumped on the bed and woke me, planting a sloppy but freshly mouth-washed kiss on my face. Brandon followed discreetly, wrapped in a towel, possibly unsure of his status now that the hot stuff was over and she had returned to me.

"That was incredible," she said quietly to me, her invincible smile now wider than ever. I watched her in silence for a moment, wondering if this abundance of adulation was really for me. It didn't matter.

"Yes, it was. All clean, dirty girl?" I ran a tender hand down her back.

"All clean," she replied, but the flicker of anticipation made it clear she wanted to be dirty again.

"Good. I think I'll go wash up. You two...entertain yourselves."

I got up and left the room, for the moment unwilling to look at their faces. The hot shower felt good and helped me clear my head. Why worry about tomorrow? I had everything I needed for today and tomorrow would see to itself. If I was going to lose her tomorrow then I better fuck her good today. Again, the visions of my girlfriend intruded on my thoughts, and as I stepped out of the shower I felt ready for more. 

It was a good thing, too, for as I discovered upon reentering the bedroom, they had started without me. Brandon was on his back with Gina straddling him, slowly working her hips around his big black pole. It was a gloriously pornographic sight to watch her pussy lips cling to his cock as she lifted herself slowly, then to see his dick disappear into her depths. 

"Brandon, I think she is infatuated with that thing."

"I'm not complaining."

"I didn't figure you would." I stood up on the bed next to them and presented my dick to Gina's face again. She didn't hesitate to wrap her lips around my swelling cock. Brandon and I watched her suck me to full mast, our eyes locked on her artful performance. I took her head in my hands and slowly pushed my cock down her throat. I was gentle and gave her time to take it, and as usual she deep-throated me quickly. Balls-deep in a pretty girl's mouth is a fine place to be, but I was just letting her warm me up for something else.

I let her suck me longer than I had intended but that woman was just so good at it. I couldn't resist. Hell, years later I still dream about it. I was feeling the first twinges of an orgasm bubble deep in my nuts and I knew it was time for a change. I pulled out, much to her dismay.

"Pay attention to your guest for a while. I'll be right back." I stepped off the bed and went to her nightstand for a bottle of lubricant. I went back to the foot of the bed, behind Gina, and watched her wiggle on his cock while I greased up my own. I wasn't sure if this would work but I knew I had to try.

I got back up on bed behind her. I squatted and put a hand on her shoulder, pushing her down face to face with him.

"Brandon, tell me what her face looks like when I do this."

I put the head of my cock at her asshole and pushed slowly. It was a little bit creepy when my balls touched the underside of Brandon's cock but I had to do it. I've always been fascinated by double penetration and I needed to experience it just once. I figured this would be my only chance, so I went for it.

"Slow! Slow! Go slow!" she pleaded. Expecting a flat refusal, I took this as a cause for celebration. I pushed in slowly, parting her tight anus with my slimy cock head. My dick touched Brandon's and I realized just how intimate this would be between he and I, something on which I had not counted. I don't consider myself homophobic but the thought of rubbing dicks with a guy...well, it's something I had planned to avoid in my life. Still, at that moment it seemed a small price to pay for what I was about to receive.

"Ohhhhhh..." She moaned deeply when the head slipped past her sphincter. I let her twitch and contract around my cock head for a while to get acclimated. She liked it in the ass but we had to take it slow. I let her set the pace, waiting for what I knew would come. Sooner than expected, it did.

She leaned back a bit on my prick, pushing herself down on the shaft. That was her signal to move ahead, and my slick cock borrowed slowly into her willing ass. I could feel Brandon's cock in her, a hard rod where always before had been only welcoming softness. The tight collar of her asshole around my cock was intoxicating. 

Soon I was balls-deep in her ass. Her grunting and sighing and moaning were almost enough to draw another orgasm out of me, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I started a slow, shallow rhythm, just the way she liked, and Brandon was quick to follow. The feeling of his giant cock in her pussy was strange, disturbing, and exciting. Our pricks rubbed together through the delicate layers of her skin while our balls mingled outside. Again a wave of uneasiness washed over me, but this time it was Gina who dismissed the feeling.

"Oh...my...god!" She started shuddering violently, obviously having an orgasm but more intense than any I had ever seen from her. We couldn't keep much of a rhythm with her bucking and thrashing between us but Gina seemed to have all she needed buried deep inside her. I tried to keep my stride, to keep her pinned between Brandon and I, and she just gave herself up to the shattering convoy of orgasms rumbling through her body. Convulsions rocked her frame and words a good Catholic girl shouldn't know rolled off her tongue. She held on to Brandon tightly and released all control.

I could have held on for quite a while but I really wanted to add my own orgasm to hers. I let the feeling wash over me and drank in the utter depravity of this act and soon my orgasm was rising. I had to work hard to keep myself upright as the my body focused on throwing all it's energy into Gina's depths. The slippery seal of her asshole around my cock twitched and spasmed, drawing out my sperm in waves. I grunted loudly with each contraction, joining Gina in her song of lust. Over and over I pushed as deep as I could go, invading her body and rubbing against Brandon's embedded cock.

I was done long before Gina. Sweat poured from my face and I was dizzy from the exertion of that powerful orgasm, but I wanted her to get every last drop out of this experience. I steadied myself on her ass and continued to hold myself inside her ass as Brandon resumed his own pace. He didn't have long to go either, and soon I could feel him bucking wildly inside her with his own orgasm. He grunted and thrust his long dick into her pussy over and over, unable to get much travel due to both of us holding him down. Gina didn't care and she continued to squeal and moan on our cocks.

With both of us spent, the pace slowed markedly. All of us were covered in sweat and breathing hard with the exertion. Gina's noises calmed and she regained control of herself. Soon only a gentle mewling escaped her lips and it was time to dismount. Reluctantly, I pulled my cock out of her ass with an unlovely sound. A slurry of lubricant and sperm oozed out and down across Brandon's balls, mixing with his own discharge and Gina's copious fluids. 

Gina rolled off Brandon with another wet, sucking sound from her crotch and lay there in a daze. I sat in the chair and rested, and together we relaxed from our efforts. I could see Gina's face and our eyes met. I had never seen her look so thoroughly overwhelmed, so completely fulfilled, and so entirely nasty. She looked perfectly in her element.

After a short nap and another round of tepid showers, it was time for Brandon to leave. I let Gina show him out alone while I relaxed on the bed. After a few minutes I heard the door close and shortly thereafter I heard her bedroom door open and close. I looked up in time to see Gina slipping out of her bathrobe, a familiar gleam returning to her lascivious eye.

"Damn, girl! Again?"



Gina & Her Daughters



Mike heard the car horn honk and looked at the clock on his bedroom wall and smiled. Mary was always right on time. She had said she would pick him up at 7 and it was now 7 on the dot. He grabbed his coat and keys and walked down the hall to the living room. A couple of minutes later he climbed in Mary's car and they were on their way.

They were headed to a small bed and breakfast a few towns away for a surprise party for their friend Gina. Actually, Gina was more of Mary's friend. They had worked together for nearly two years. Mike had been out with Gina a few times when there was a group of folks doing something together, but he wasn't sure that made them friends.

Tonight was Gina's 40th birthday and several of her friends had put together a surprise party for her. They had rented an entire bed and breakfast that a friend of a friend owned. They hired a band and a caterer for the party and had spared few expenses to make this night really special. The idea was that everyone could just come and have a good time and nobody had to worry about being the host. Also, since there were several bedrooms anyone who needed to could spend the night.

Mary had invited Mike a few weeks ago and he agreed even though he probably wouldn't know very many people there. Mike had known Mary for a few years now and they had originally met because she had been a friend of his fiancee. His fiancee eventually broke up with him but he had managed to stay friends with Mary. They would sometimes hang out together on weekends when neither of them had a date. They were both around 30 and had similar tastes so it was easy for them to hang out. Sometimes Mike wondered why he hadn't ever tried to "get serious" with her, but it just never felt like the right thing to do.

"So tell me again about the party," Mike said as she drove along.

"Gina's turning 40 and we just wanted to do something really special for her," Mary said. "She hasn't had the easiest of times over the past couple of years and we wanted to try and give her a sort of fresh start tonight." Mike knew that Gina's husband had suddenly left her nearly two years ago. He apparently just announced over dinner one night that he thought Gina was getting too old and dull and he needed someone younger to make him truly happy. The next day he was packed and gone and apparently had remarried a trophy wife almost as soon as the divorce was finalized. Needless to say, Gina was devastated as she was left to pick up the pieces with her two daughters. The only good part for Gina was that her ex was a high priced doctor so he made a lot of money. Gina was able to win a very large ruling in her favor in divorce court. It didn't make them wealthy but Gina and her daughters were able to keep their house and lifestyle.

"Can you believe her husband left her because she was 'old and dull'? Good God," Mary continued, "she doesn't look a day over 28 and she keeps herself in great shape." Mike also knew the dull part was bullshit because Gina always seemed to be the life of the party. Mike had noticed that Gina always seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself when they had been out together before and that she seemed to light up a room or a conversation when she entered it.

"What do you suppose the real reason he left her was?" Mike asked.

"Other than he is a selfish dickhead? I would have to say her tits weren't big enough based on the overinflated bimbo he's with now." They shared a laugh about that comment as they pulled up to the party.

They went in, grabbed some drinks, and started to mingle. As he suspected, Mike didn't know many people but the people he met seemed really nice. He guessed there must have been 40 or 50 people already there. It was a good thing the B&B was a huge old house so everyone would fit. He mingled and tried to meet as many people as he could before the party officially started. He thought that his prospects for a fun evening were looking up. Suddenly someone who had been looking out the window shouted, "Here she is!"

Gina and her daughters were driven here by another friend with some weak cover story about wanting to see the place for some visiting relatives to see if they should stay or not. Everyone moved against the walls of the huge living room and waited. Soon the doorbell rang and the owner of the B&B answered. The friend gave the cover story and they were invited in. As they stepped in everyone yelled, "Surprise!" and the band went straight into a set. Gina looked truly surprised and happy when she realized what was happening. She warmly greeted her friends who had organized the party and circled the room exchanging hellos and thanking everyone for coming.

The party went on for an hour or so when Mary and the other organizers went up to the microphone and addressed the group. They thanked everyone for coming and talked about how they hoped this party would be a fresh start for Gina after she had wasted so much time and energy over the past 22 years on Roger. At the mention of the ex's name everyone booed and hissed. They continued and told Gina to party as hard as she wanted since they had reserved a room especially for her and her daughters and her kids had packed an overnight bag for her. Everyone cheered as someone handed Gina a shot. She immediately downed the drink and handed the glass back.

The band started playing again and the party continued into the night. Mike had been having a great time dancing, drinking, and flirting with a couple of single ladies he had just met. He was already pretty sure he wasn't going to get anywhere with either of them but he kept trying figuring he had nothing to lose. As the night progressed he had been noticing that Gina, as usual, was being the life of the party. She was usually either dancing or whooping it up in a conversation as she rested for the next dance. Mike also noticed that Gina was getting pretty drunk. It seemed like every time her glass was empty someone was handing her a drink.

The band started an up beat number and most everyone started dancing again. As he danced he watched Gina and couldn't help but admire how fine she looked. Mary wasn't kidding when she said she could have passed for 28. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and an oversized red turtleneck sweater that hung low enough to cover her ass. Her brown hair was just short of shoulder length. Usually she kept it straight with a simple part to one side, however with the sweat she worked up while dancing and all the party guests hugging her it was starting to look a little disheveled. She was also wearing short black boots with chunky heels just tall enough to accentuate her ass and tits. A fine looking lady at any age, Mike thought.

All the dancing started getting to him and he decided to take a break. He grabbed a fresh drink and plopped down on a sofa so he could still watch the action on the dance floor. Another woman that he had been keeping an eye on throughout the night was stepping onto the dance floor. Mike had never seen her before tonight. She was much younger than him, he guessed her about 20 or so, and he couldn't help but admire her. She had been buzzing around all night talking and taking pictures, so she obviously wasn't new to this crowd. She entered the dance floor with about 4 or 5 others around her age and it was soon apparent that she was at the center of this social group.

What had initially grabbed Mike's attention about her earlier in the evening had been her clothes, or her top more specifically. She wore a black top that was in the style of a men's dress shirt with a collar and buttons up the front. Her top, however, was completely shear. Underneath she wore a spaghetti strapped tank top so her shoulders and arms were bare underneath the shear top. The bare skin under a shear top look always turned Mike on, so when he first had seen her he was drawn to her. Aside from the top she had red hair (it looked like a dye job to Mike) that hung just a bit lower than her shoulders. She was tall, thin, and quite a knockout. To top off the look she wore skin tight black pants, and judging from the look of her ass she was either wearing a thong or nothing at all under them. She wore boots similar to Gina's that accentuated her height.

Mike realized he must have been staring when Mary sat down next to him and asked, "Don't you think she's a little young for you?" 

Mike was a bit embarrassed at being busted staring and answered, "I suppose. She is a looker though. I've never seen her before, do you know who she is?"

Mary laughed and said, "I wouldn't get any ideas. That's Gina's oldest daughter Stephanie. She just turned 21 a couple of months ago."

"Gina has a 21 year old kid? You've got to be shitting me?" Mike couldn't believe Gina's kids were that old.

"Gina and Roger were high school sweethearts," Mary explained, "she got pregnant right out of high school with Steph. Erica, her youngest turned 18 this year."

"Unbelievable," Mike said. He felt kind of weird about having been lustfully admiring both Gina and her daughter at nearly the same time. "Changing the subject, where have you been all night? I've hardly seen you."

"Oh," Mike thought he saw Mary blush a little as she spoke, "I've been hanging out with a new guy from work. I've noticed him at work recently and had the chance to finally meet him tonight. He's been showing me around one of the bedrooms upstairs." Mary flashed a wicked smile making it clear exactly what the guy had been showing her upstairs and got up off the couch to get a new drink. "Lay off the youngsters," she joked as she disappeared in the crowd on the dance floor.

Mike rested for a few more minutes and then hit the dance floor again. By now some people were starting to leave and it was the more hard-core party crew that was left. Out on the dance floor Mike joined in with a group of dancers that also contained Gina. Gina was clearly drunk at this point but she was still going strong. She danced over to Mike and said, "It is great to see you tonight. You've been looking good out here."

"Thanks," replied Mike, "you've been looking very good yourself." Mike's comment had a double meaning to him, and he wondered for a moment if Gina picked up the double meaning also. She gave him a wink and kept on dancing. He watched her dance and started having some thoughts about a special kind of birthday present he wouldn't mind giving her. As they danced he and Gina made eye contact a few times and she would flash him a smile or a wink.

A few songs later the band called for a "party train" and everyone formed a big line with their hands on the hips of he person in front of them. Mike hated these things so tried to slip off the dance floor. As he tried to step away a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him into the line. He looked up and saw that Gina had pulled him in line directly behind her. The line started moving and Mike placed his hands on Gina's hips. He let them slide a little lower than usual so his hands were partly resting on her ass as they moved. She made no indication for him to stop so he enjoyed feeling her ass and hips sway as they moved. The band called for everyone to spin around in line and head the other way, so Mike spun as directed. It didn't take long to realize Gina had no problems with his hand placement as she firmly grasped his ass as he started moving again. She rubbed her hand up and down on his ass a couple of times. Mike was shocked but very happy. Her touch felt great and was causing a lump to form in the front of his pants.

The song ended but Gina and Mike continued to dance together. Mike was enjoying the occasional touches that they exchanged and was made increasingly horny whenever her hips or ass brushed up against his crotch. After several more songs Gina leaned in and said, "I could use a break. Care to join me?"

He quickly agreed and followed her off the dance floor. "I could use some fresh air," she said over her shoulder as she led him through the dining room and toward the back of the house. They stepped out a back door and onto a patio. Gina closed the door behind them and the noise from within was muffed to a dull roar. Mike went to the rail at the edge of the patio and looked out into the night sky. Gina came up right next to him and they stood in silence for a few moments. Mike was trying to figure out if she had just been messing with him back on the dance floor or if she was ready to follow up with what she had started. Gina started talking about what a surprise the night had been and how she was lucky to have such great friends. As they continued talking Mike decided it was time to take a risk and see what would happen.

He put his right arm around Gina's shoulder and started to lightly rub her shoulder and upper arm with his hand. As they talked he slowly lowered his hand rubbing her back as he went. When he reached her lower back Gina softly said, "Ohh, that feels nice." He lingered on her lower back for a few more minutes and then moved his hand lower until he was caressing her ass. Gina made no effort to move away but quickly turned her head toward him and said, "Mary was telling me the bedrooms here are amazing. Shall we go take a look?"

Mike again quickly agreed and they went back inside and headed upstairs. Mike tried to stay fairly close to Gina as they walked so people would have a harder time seeing the very noticeable bulge in his pants. Once upstairs Gina poked her head into a slightly open doorway and then went inside. Mike followed her and shut the door behind him.

The room really was beautiful, but neither of them really noticed. It was a very large room with two queen sized beds next to each other separated by a nightstand. There was a small table and a couple of chairs in one corner of the room next to a big window that overlooked the back of the property.

After Mike closed the door he followed Gina over to the window. She was standing with her back to Mike looking outside. He walked up behind her and pressed against her back as he wrapped his arms around her. Gina responded by pushing her ass back into his crotch. Mike moved her hair to one side and began to kiss the back of her neck. Gina sighed when his lips met her flesh and moved her hands back to his hips. Mike continued kissing her neck and slowly moved up to her ear. He kissed and licked her ear and gently sucked on her earlobe. Gina responded to him with low moans and started moving her ass side to side to cause friction against his obvious erection.

He continued teasing her ear until she spun around to face him. They embraced in a passionate kiss and explored each other's mouths with their tongues. They continued kissing as Gina slid her hands to his ass. She moved her hands up and started to pull his shirt out of his pants. She soon was pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. She immediately grabbed his belt, unbuckled it in a smooth motion, and pulled it off him. 

She paused momentarily to rub Mike's erection through his pants. She moved her hand from the tip to the base and back to the tip again before starting to undo his pants. She undid the button and Mike watched her grasp the zipper pull between two fingers. She slid the zipper down and pulled his pants and underwear off in one motion. She pulled his legs out of his pants and tossed his clothes across the room. She was still completely dressed but Mike now stood naked in front of her. She wrapped her hand around his hard on and just held it for a few seconds. Mike grasped the sides of her head and pulled her lips to his as she continued to gently fondle his erection. They kissed wildly before Mike broke the kiss and started to remove Gina's top. She stopped him before he could get her top off and turned and led him over to one of the beds. She guided him sit on the edge of the bed and stood in front of him.

She removed her shoes and socks and then reached under her long sweater top and started unbuckling her pants. She slid her pants off and then followed by removing her panties. Still standing before him she pulled her arms inside her top, removed her bra like in the scene from Flashdance, and tossed it to the floor. She stepped closer to Mike as she grabbed the bottom of her sweater and began to slowly pull it up over her head.

Mike drank in the vision of her body as she exposed it to him. She didn't look any closer to 40 naked than she did fully dressed. As she pulled the sweater over her head and dropped it onto the floor Mike noticed that her nipples were standing straight out from her tits. He started to reach out for them but before he touched them Gina pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him. They kissed deeply again and allowed their hands to explore each other's flesh.

Gina whispered, "I need you," and reached down to grasp his dick and guide it to her pussy. She lowered herself onto him and began to slowly fuck him. Her hands were on either side of his head as she worked his cock into and out of her pussy. Mike lifted his head and teased her nipples with his lips and tongue when she would stroke forward on him. She continued to ride him until Mike decided he wanted to be in charge for a while. He rolled her off him and smoothly assumed the missionary position between her legs. He guided his cock into her waiting pussy and drove himself as deeply into her as he could. He hugged her close and held himself deep inside her as she moaned in pleasure and thrust her hips up under his weight.

As he was about to start matching her thrusts they heard the door open and quickly close. The room was almost entirely dark as only a small amount of moonlight was entering through the window. A couple had entered the room and they were clearly oblivious to Mike and Gina's presence. Even if they had not immediately started french kissing as soon as they entered the room it would have taken a few minutes for their eyes to adjust from the bright light of the hall to the dark room.

Mike didn't know what to do and simply froze with his dick still buried inside Gina. He could only make out silhouettes of the other couple. Gina could not really see the doorway, but she craned her neck enough to realize what was happening. She whispered softly into his ear and said, "Don't stop. We're not doing anything they aren't about to." Mike started to slowly thrust into her but was very careful to not make any sound. He had never been much of an exhibitionist and wasn't sure how to feel about their "visitors".

For their part the other couple clearly still had no idea they were not alone. Mike could now see them well enough to see the woman had her back to them as they embraced. They were practically tearing the clothes off of each other and were soon both naked. As they kissed they moved to the other bed and fell upon it. They fell into a similar missionary position as Mike and Gina with the two guys facing directly at each other. As the other guy mounted his partner he looked up and, for the first time, noticed Mike and Gina quietly fucking on the other bed as they watched.

"Holy shit," the second guy said.

"What?" came the muffled voice of his partner as she kissed his chest and neck.

"There's another couple fucking in here already," he said clearly not sure what to do.

"We're cool if you are," Mike heard himself say, "we don't mind sharing." The words shocked him as he said them, but he needed to finish his fuck with Gina and couldn't stand the idea of having to stop at this point.

The second guy seemed to ponder the situation for a moment but his partner's teasing and waiting pussy soon made up his mind. He started fucking her much harder and faster than Mike had been fucking Gina. 

The couples were positioned like the hands of a clock at 6:00 in relation to each other. This position gave the two guys a perfect view of the other couple, but the two women could only see part of the other guy if they turned their head and craned their necks. For a while both couples continued to fuck. Mike divided his gaze between watching the other couple and looking at Gina. Gina tried several more times to see the other couple but she couldn't get comfortable and playfully whispered, "Don't hog the view." She then said a little louder, "Why don't we move so all four of us can see?"




Gina & Her Daughters



Mike stayed on top of Gina and they simply rotated in the bed so they each could turn their head to the side and watch the other couple. The other guy had pulled out as his partner was rolling over. With her face buried in the sheets she got up on her knees and pushed her ass up as her lover moved in to continue fucking her doggie style. He grabbed her hips and thrust himself deeply into her. She raised her head up and for the first time was able to see the other couple in the room.

"Oh my God," gasped Stephanie as she looked up and saw her mother watching. Gina was also clearly shocked as she stared with her mouth hanging open at her daughter as her daughter's boyfriend continued to fuck her from behind. If Stephanie's boyfriend was aware of what was going on he clearly didn't care. Mike froze and moved his gaze slowly from Gina to her daughter wondering what he should do and what was about to happen. The only sound in the room was the slapping sound of Stephanie's boyfriend driving himself into her rapidly.

Gina and Stephanie stared, shocked, at each other. Gina and Mike were totally still and Stephanie wasn't moving at all other than bobbing back and forth in rhythm to her boyfriend's fucking. Gina slowly reached out her hand to Stephanie across the space between the two beds. After a slight pause Stephanie reached out her hand and the mother and daughter held hands between the two beds. They stared at each other in silence for a few more moments before Gina, while still holding her daughter's hand, turned back to Mike. She didn't saw a word but he could read the look in her eyes and started to fuck her once again.

Mike and Gina maintained a slow and steady pace to their coupling, but the younger couple was engaged in a much faster and harder fuck. Stephanie propped herself up with her right elbow and forearm as she continued to hold Gina's hand with her left hand. Her boyfriend was continuing his pounding of her pussy and was obviously getting close to cumming. He was grunting more and more and was slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts.

Stephanie started thrusting herself back matching her lover's rhythm in the opposite direction. She started moaning as they fucked and it looked to Mike as though she was nearly ready to cum.

Mike couldn't believe the show he was seeing. He worked hard to control himself as he fucked Gina's dripping pussy. He wanted to see the other couple cum before he unloaded himself into Gina. Gina's right hand was wrapped around Mike and was resting just behind his hips and she held Stephanie's hand in her left. Both Gina and Mike watched the younger couple as they approached their climax.

The second guy grunted, "Oh yeah" as he started to cum. He held Stephanie's hips and was pulling her into him as he pushed forward. He continued thrusting wildly as he came. Stephanie's eyes closed as she felt her lover's cum shooting inside her. A few seconds later she growled, "Oh God..." through clenched teeth as she came. She moaned softly as her orgasm climaxed and her lover grunted with each thrust as he spilled the last of his cum into her.

Gina still held Stephanie's hand as the younger girl came. As her orgasm passed she reopened her eyes to watch Mike fuck Gina. Seeing that the younger pair was now spent, Gina turned her head to Mike and whispered, "I need to cum so bad. Fuck me." Mike was already on the verge of cumming from the combination of watching the other pair as they climaxed and from the way Gina's wet pussy almost seemed to suck his cock into her. He raised the tempo of his fucking and Gina matched him by bucking her hips up from the bed to meet him. Gina closed her eyes and her mouth hung slightly open as they fucked. Her pussy suddenly started to spasm around Mike's cock as she said, "Ohh yeah" in a whisper. Her eyes popped open just as her orgasm hit her and she pulled Mike's upper body down to her's with her free arm. "Ugh ugh ugh," she grunted loudly as her orgasm continued.

Mike continued driving into her firmly as she pulled him down on top of her. Watching her cum and feeling her pussy muscles contract around him was all he needed to lose control. As Gina was still grunting from her own climax he started cumming inside her with a groan. "Yes," Gina said softly as she felt him unleash his pent up lust inside her. Mike shot load after load into her pussy and they both were soon wet from the overflowing combination of her pussy juices and his cum. He continued thrusting as he sent all his cum shooting and then collapsed onto Gina. They hugged and kissed deeply as they each recovered from their passions. They broke their kiss and looked over at the other couple.

Stephanie was still lying on her stomach in nearly the same position as before. Her boyfriend had clearly enjoyed Mike and Gina's performance as he sat with his semi-hard cock in one of his hands beating himself off as he watched. "I think maybe we should get back to the party and let these two have some privacy," Gina said to Mike as she looked at the other couple. Gina and Stephanie finally broke their grip on each other's hands as Mike and Gina stood up from the bed. They collected their clothes and started to get dressed. Mike noticed that Gina's pussy was leaking some of their combined juices as she slipped her panties and jeans back on and was turned on to know that she was about to return to the party with his cum dripping down her legs. "Have fun you two," Gina said as she and Mike left the bedroom. 

Back in the bright hallway Gina pulled Mike into her and whispered, "Thanks lover," as she quickly grabbed the crotch of his pants. "I'm definitely going to need an encore performance soon."

She pulled away and started to head back down to what remained of the party. "Happy birthday," Mike said as she walked away. Just before she turned the corner to head downstairs she gave him a wink and replied, "I think I like your present the best."

There hadn't been anything overtly sexual about the hand holding between Gina and Stephanie. As far as Mike had seen they hadn't rubbed each other's fingers or done anything other than simply hold hands. It was almost the way you would hold the hand of someone you cared about during a very dramatic event. Still, Mike couldn't shake the vision of Gina holding her daughter's hand as each had been fucked by their lovers. He had returned to the remnants of the party but wasn't paying much attention to anything. He was still basking in the high of having just fucked Gina, having just watched Stephanie and her boyfriend fuck on the next bed, and the vision of the mother and daughter holding hands as the whole thing happened.

The party really started to break up and Mary found him and asked if he was ready to go. "Sure, I guess," Mike answered.

"Let's find Gina and wish her a happy birthday before we go," Mary said. Mike followed her to another room where they found Gina. Mary hugged Gina and wished her a happy birthday. Mike gave her a quick kiss and a hug and Gina whispered, "Thanks again."


Mike called Gina the day after the party in the hopes of setting up a date with her. Gina almost sounded surprised to hear his voice. "Honestly, I wasn't sure what you would think of me," she said. "I figured you were probably only interested in me because of being drunk at the party. I thought you might be hesitant because of the age difference."

They kept talking and Mike assured her that he was interested in seeing her again. She still seemed a little skeptical but finally agreed saying that she wasn't sure why he wanted to hang out with someone as old as her. They set a date for Saturday night.

Their first official date went very well and they continued to see each other. Mike and Gina went out several more times and found they really hit it off well together. So far they hadn't done anything more sexual than a simple good night kiss and neither ever brought up their initial fuck at her party. 

The real reason Gina hadn't returned Mike's call at first was that she was afraid he would think she was some sort of pervert. She had no idea why she reacted like she did to seeing Stephanie and her boyfriend fucking on the next bed. All the rational parts of her brain knew she should have done something different but instead she had simply held her daughter's hand as they were each getting fucked. In hindsight it seemed an odd thing to do, but at the time it felt so right and natural.

After one of their next date's Gina invited Mike into her house. Gina knew both her daughters were away and told Mike to relax as she fixed them some drinks. They chatted for a little while as they finished their drinks. Before long they started kissing and fondling each other. They ended their night fucking each other slowly and sensually before Mike tossed his clothes back on and made the drive home very late at night.

He happily continued seeing Gina and now their dates would usually end with them fucking at Mike's place, but they still would go to Gina's if she knew her daughters would be out. It wasn't until one of these times at Gina's house that Mike finally got to meet her youngest daughter. He and Gina had been hanging out kissing and fondling each other through their clothes when they heard the front door opening. Both Mike and Gina scrambled to make it look like they weren't just making out as Erica walked inside. 

"Hi mom," Erica called as she hurried in followed by her boyfriend. She looked at Mike and said hello to him before she went upstairs to her room. Her boyfriend stood awkwardly as he waited for Erica to return. When she did Gina asked if they wanted something to eat. "Nope," Erica cheerily responded, "some people are waiting for us down at the pizza place. See you later."

"Don't stay out too late," Gina called as the door closed.

Erica was definitely following in the footsteps of her mom and sister. She was a good looking girl with large tits and a nice ass. Mike was almost embarrassed by his reaction to seeing her as he sat with her mother. His reaction peaked when she had reappeared from her room before leaving. She had changed into a short skirt and a tight top that was cut high on her waist. He had glanced at her exposed belly button and watched her tight ass sway as she disappeared out the door.

"She's some kid, isn't she?" Gina asked. Mike agreed but for very different reasons than Gina intended. Gina told Mike a little about Erica, about how she had gotten a scholarship to college, how she was active in sports, and generally how proud she was of her. 

Mike's cock twitched at the thoughts moving through his head. Gina sat up and they looked at each other briefly before engaging in a deep, slow kiss. They rose together and Gina led him to her bedroom. They stripped each other naked as they stood at the foot of her bed and kissed each other. When they were both naked they continued their kissing and fondling before they climbed into bed together. They took their time slowly teasing each other.

Gina sucked Mike's cock and Mike was sure he was going to cum inside her mouth as she used her tongue and lips to expertly drive him wild. She pulled away just before he lost control and Mike moved between her legs. He licked and sucked her pussy until she was moaning in pleasure and he couldn't wait any longer. He started to move between her legs but she sat up and pushed him onto his back. She straddled him and lowered her wet pussy onto his waiting cock.

Mike always loved fucking with the woman on top but he had never experienced anything like the way Gina could make him feel. Gina expertly teased and exciting him by lifting her hips up and down on him and by flexing the muscles around her pussy. Mike watched her move as she played his body like a fine instrument. When she sensed him getting close to cumming Gina started to thrust her hips up and down on him more rapidly. Mike groaned and shot his cum deep inside her. She intensified her fucking when she felt his cum and almost immediately started her own orgasm. They each finished cumming as they moaned and collapsed together on the bed.

They kissed and fondled each other before falling asleep together. Mike woke up a little after 1am when Gina scrambled out of bed. He could hear Erica coming upstairs as Gina quietly shut her bedroom door. Gina slipped back in bed next to him and kissed him softly. The next morning Mike quietly dressed and slipped out before Erica woke up. 

With Gina in the shower he quickly peeked inside Erica's open bedroom door as he snuck past. Erica was still sound asleep on top of her covers. She was dressed in a thin oversized t-shirt that clung tightly to her tits. The last thing his eyes passed over before he continued down the hall and out the door was her pussy as it lay exposed between her spread legs as she lay on her back sleeping.

A few weeks later Gina became very busy as she and Stephanie planned a surprise graduation party for Erica. In about a week Erica would be graduating high school and Gina decided to throw a huge party in her honor. When the big night finally arrived Stephanie took Erica out for a night out and the house quickly filled with a mixture of Erica and Stephanie's friends. Usually Gina was strict about drinking when it involved her two girls, but she bent her own rules tonight and had bought a keg for the party. The party was already in full swing when Stephanie returned with Erica. Erica seemed genuinely surprised and happy as she hugged Gina excitedly and thanked her for the party.

The night passed quickly for Mike as he helped some with the hosting duties, mainly because he didn't know too many of the guests, and spent some time mixing with a few of the guests. Much later in the evening he found himself in the kitchen refilling his beer when Gina walked in. She came over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss. He knew even before she spoke that she had been drinking quite a lot. "Thanks for your help tonight," she said. "Later I'll make sure it is worth your while." She gave him one last rough kiss and explored the inside of his mouth with her tongue before she pulled away and returned to the party.

On her way out she passed Stephanie who was standing just inside the kitchen door. Gina seemed to take no notice of her but Mike realized right away by the look on her face that Stephanie had seen and probably heard what had just happened. "Hey," Mike weakly said.

"Look's like you two are getting pretty friendly," Stephanie replied. Her tone was slightly teasing and Mike guessed she too had been drinking quite a bit by the slight slur in her speech.

"Well," Mike searched for the right words, "your mom's a great lady."

Stephanie laughed at his lame comment and walked over close to him. "I'm guessing she's a pretty great fuck, too." Mike looked at her in surprise as his mouth dropped open. Stephanie seemed to enjoy his reaction and she continued, "I've heard you fucking a few times. In fact, one night I watched you two fuck through her bedroom door."

Mike was still standing in shocked silence when Stephanie added her crowning comment. "It looked pretty damn hot. Maybe I should try it sometime." She brushed against Mike as she said her last words and then turned to go back out to the party with a sexy smile and wink back to Mike. He had to stay in the kitchen for a long while to regain his composure and to regain control of the hard on pressing against his pants.

When he returned to the party the rest of the night seemed like a blur as he watched both Gina and Stephanie wantonly. Much later the party started to break up and Erica asked if she could go out with a group of her friends. It was already well past her curfew but Gina told her it was OK. Shortly afterward Erica left with the last of the party guests leaving just Gina, Mike, and Stephanie in the house. 

Stephanie went into the kitchen and Gina practically attacked Mike. She threw herself on him and met him in a desperate kiss. "I've wanted this all night," she gasped between kisses. "Take me upstairs and fuck me."

She took his hand and led him up to her bedroom. Once inside she didn't even bother to close the door before she jumped back into Mike's arms. She immediately began tearing his clothes off until he was completely naked in front of her. She rubbed his growing cock before she stepped back and started to hurriedly remove her own clothes. Soon she was naked and they resumed their wild kiss as their hands explored each other's bodies.

Gina stood with her back to the door and Mike stood with the backs of his legs touching the edge of her bed. At one point Gina parted their kiss and started to lick and kiss her way down his neck and then across his shoulders. Mike groaned and closed his eyes as he enjoyed her actions. He opened his eyes to look down at her but something near the door caught his eye. He looked over and saw Stephanie watching them intently. Before he really had time to react Gina stood back up straight and resumed their kiss.

She pushed Mike onto his back on the bed and crawled onto the bed over him. "I need to fuck you," she growled as she straddled his waist and lowered herself onto his hard cock. She still had her back to the door and had no idea that Stephanie was watching. Mike could only catch brief glimpses of Stephanie as Gina started to ride up and down on his cock.

Knowing that Stephanie was watching was almost more than Mike could stand. He had to close his eyes and concentrate on controlling himself so he didn't cum too soon and spoil this hot scene.

Gina's gasp and then loud moan caught Mike by surprise and he quickly opened his eyes to see what she was doing. Gina's eyes were open wide in a look of complete shock and confusion. Mike immediately realized that Stephanie had moved over to the bed and she now stood behind her mom with her arms wrapped around Gina's naked body. Stephanie's hands were currently fondling Gina's soft tits as Gina had stopped fucking Mike and sat still on his cock.

Gina's face was a mix of confusion, surprise, excitement, and uncertainty as she clearly didn't know what to make of her daughter's touch. However, she hadn't yet made any move to stop Stephanie and Stephanie's caresses had intensified. She was now wildly fondling her mom's tits.

"Fuck him, mom," Stephanie said. "I've watched you fuck before but I can't watch any longer. It looked so damn hot I had to join. Please fuck him."

Gina groaned and began fucking Mike again as both he and Stephanie let out their own groans. Gina's pussy had seemingly become ten times wetter and his cock easily slipped in and out of her. Stephanie continued massaging Gina's tits and began to concentrate her teasing on her mom's nipples. As Gina's nipples grew hard Mike couldn't control himself any longer. The scene before him was beyond any of his wildest fantasies and he groaned loudly as he started filling Gina's pussy with his cum. Gina continued fucking him as he shot jet after jet of cum inside her. He stopped only after he had emptied his entire load.

Gina lowered herself onto him and sat there for a few moments before Stephanie took her shoulders and guided Gina down onto the bed. Stephanie rolled Gina onto her back and immediately dropped her head between her mom's legs. Gina let out a long moan as Stephanie began licking and sucking at her pussy. Mike moved next to Gina and sucked on her tits as he eagerly watched Stephanie tease her pussy.

It only took a few minutes before Gina cried out, "Oh God!" She came very hard and her orgasm seemed to last for several minutes as Stephanie continued sucking and teasing her pussy the whole time. Stephanie continued licking at her mom's pussy for a long while after Gina finished cumming.

Stephanie finally pulled away and stood up next to the bed. She still had all of her clothes on and now started to strip out of them as Gina and Mike watched closely. Stephanie took off her pants and took off her thong. Just as she was reaching for her top Gina sat up and took her daughter's hands in her own. Gina pushed Stephanie's hands aside and Gina began to pull Stephanie's top up and over her head. Gina stood up next to Stephanie and easily unsnapped her bra and slipped it down Stephanie's arm leaving the younger woman naked.




Gina & Her Daughters



They stood for a few moments staring at each other with Gina caressing Stephanie's shoulders and upper arms and Stephanie caressing Gina's hips and sides. Mike watched excitedly as they finally moved together and met in a kiss. The kiss started softly as their lips played over each other, but soon Stephanie's mouth opened and Mike could see her tongue darting into her mother's mouth. Gina immediately responded and they soon were engaged in a wild kiss as their tongues danced and played together.

Mike began stroking his cock as he watched them kiss and fondle each other. The two women lay down next to him on the bed and they began taking turns sucking and licking each other's tits. As Gina softly suckled on Stephanie's sweet tits Mike stroked his now fully hard cock and tried to memorize every moment. This was without a doubt the hottest thing he had ever seen.

As if she suddenly remembered he was there Gina looked up at Mike and smiled as she looked at his hard cock. She leaned toward Mike and kissed him before whispering, "Fuck her." Mike and Stephanie groaned in unison in reaction to Gina's words. Mike quickly moved between Stephanie's spread thighs and easily drove his cock into her dripping wet pussy.

Gina returned to sucking and licking at Stephanie's tits as Mike started fucking Stephanie. Mike had already cum but Stephanie had yet to release her initial pent up excitement. With the mouth on her tits and the cock in her pussy it only took a few minutes for her to completely loose control and start to cum with a loud groan. Her pussy quivered all around his cock as she came and Mike continued fucking her.

Gina also continued sucking her tits as she came and paused only when Stephanie had finished her orgasm. As Mike kept fucking her daughter Gina sat up and watched for a few moments. Stephanie reached up and pulled Gina down to her and the two women again met in a deep kiss. Stephanie pushed Gina up slightly until Gina's big tits were dangling right before her face. Stephanie lifted her head and began to suck her mom's tits again as Mike stared excitedly.

Mike's fucking became harder and faster as his excitement grew from watching Gina and Stephanie take turns sucking each other's tits. Finally, as he watched Stephanie again sucking on Gina's tits while Gina massaged and caressed Stephanie's tits in her hands, Mike lost his control. He drove into Stephanie a few more times before he shoved himself deeply into her and let out a long groan. He held still as his cum filled her pussy and Stephanie wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him tightly against her.

When he had finished cumming he looked up to see Gina staring excitedly back at him. She moved toward him and met him in a deep kiss before she pushed him back. His cock slipped out of Stephanie's hot pussy and Gina replaced it with her mouth immediately. As she started licking and sucking Stephanie's pussy Gina straddled her daughter's head and soon they were each sucking the other's pussy in the 69 position with Gina on top. 

Mike initially sat and watched but then moved closer and began fondling both women's tits and rubbing their bodies. Gina and Stephanie seemed so engrossed in their own pleasure that they hardly seemed to notice Mike's presence. It only took them a few more minutes to bring on another round of orgasms. Gina was the first to cum and she let out a loud cry and then a low moan as she swayed her hips from side to side grinding her pussy into Stephanie's mouth.

As soon as Gina finished cumming she returned to Stephanie's pussy with an even wilder abandon. Slurping and sucking noises filled the room along with Stephanie's groans and sighs. With one last groan Stephanie started another orgasm that left both her and her mother gasping for air when it was done.

Gina turned around and the two women lay together trying to regain their composure as Mike joined them. It was now very, very late at night and the effects of the alcohol and their efforts soon took over as they all three fell quickly asleep.

Mike felt some stirring in the bed and began to awake from his own deep sleep. In a flash the events of the previous night came back to him and his eyes immediately popped open to make sure it hadn't been some sort of crazy dream. 

Gina's naked body lying next to him was enough to convince him it had all been so very real. She was still deeply asleep so Mike settled back against the pillow and listened to the water running in the master bathroom's shower. He dozed on and off a few times until he awoke again and no longer heard the water running. He turned toward the bathroom door and was not disappointed when Stephanie emerged a few moments later completely naked with a towel wrapped around her hair.

"Morning," she whispered to him as she left the room and turned down the hall toward her own bedroom. Mike took her place in the shower and by the time he was finished and stepped out of the shower he saw Gina moving around her bedroom wrapped in a loose robe.

She came in the bathroom and they exchanged a soft kiss before she took her turn in the shower. "Can you stay for breakfast?" she asked Mike from inside the shower.

"Sure," Mike answered. It was Saturday and he didn't have any plans at all for the day. He lounged around her bedroom until Gina finished her shower and got dressed. The went downstairs together and as they passed Erica's room Gina poked her head in and then turned to Mike and whispered, "Sound asleep, she'll probably be in there until dinner."

As they stepped into the kitchen Gina suddenly stopped and Mike saw Stephanie sitting at the kitchen table finishing her breakfast. Mike realized that this was the first time Gina had seen her since the encounter last night and wondered what would happen. Gina opened her mouth as if to say something, but then she closed it and went about making breakfast.

Gina prepared a breakfast for her and Mike as Stephanie sat reading a magazine. Nobody spoke and Mike could practically feel the tension in the air until Gina finally cleared her throat in an obvious prelude to saying something.

"I think we need to talk," Gina said. Stephanie put down her magazine and looked at her mother. "About last night," she added as if there was any question what she wanted to talk about.

Before she could go any farther Stephanie said, "I'm totally fine with what happened."

"But it's just not right," Gina replied. "We shouldn't be doing that."

"It didn't seem to bother you much last night or at your birthday party," Stephanie said. 

"I was pretty drunk both of those times," Gina offered in her defense.

Stephanie then explained to Gina her logic that they were all consenting adults and that nobody was getting harmed. "Besides," Stephanie added, "it's not like there is a risk of either of us getting the other pregnant."

The conversation continued for a long while as Gina and Stephanie talked about their feelings toward the encounter. Mike mostly just sat and listened but he occasionally interjected a comment. He clearly wanted Stephanie to "win" this discussion as he really wanted to have the opportunity to relive the previous night.

Finally it seemed like Gina was beginning to agree that it wasn't such a bad thing. Stephanie argued that it was only weird and wrong if it had some huge psychological effect on one of them. "If I am fine with it and you are fine with it and we are both consenting adults," she reasoned, "what can be the harm?"

Finally, Gina agreed with Stephanie and Mike couldn't contain a huge grin. "We mustn't let Erica or anybody else know," Gina insisted. She also made Stephanie promise that if things ever felt weird or even the slightest bit odd to her that it would all stop.

Stephanie promised and stood up from the table giving her mom a quick kiss on the lips before she left the room. As Gina turned back to Mike he still wore a huge grin on his face and she joked, "What are you smiling at, mister?" They exchanged a big laugh before they settled back down and finished their breakfast together. 



Gina & I



It was just another typical night at the bar with my buddies. None of us was having exceptional luck with the ladies lately, so this was becoming an all too regular occasion. We were just sitting around shooting the shit with each other, when my luck started to turn around.

I was keeping my eyes open for any possibilities when I noticed a stunning beauty walk in the door with a couple of other girls following closely behind.

The stunning beauty was a girl I worked with named Gina. She and I had always gotten along well, and had become as close as co-workers can be. Our relationship to this point had always stayed in the office. I hoped that was about to change. You see, I have been nuts about her since the first time I laid eyes on her. I was never sure just what her feelings were for me. We had always gotten along great. There had been many times that I sensed stronger feelings in her, but I never had the courage to find out.


Our eyes met from across the bar and she smiled and waved and came right over to where we were sitting. She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and seemed excited to see me. She had no idea how excited I was to see her. I introduced my friends to her, and she did the same to me. Her friends were all very attractive, but I barely noticed them.

Gina looked incredible. She was wearing a tight-fitting tank top, an even tighter short skirt, and black sandals. Gina is about 5'5", average weight, with full C cup breasts,a beautiful soft, round ass, killer legs, and the cutest feet you could imagine. I'm not a foot person at all, but they always jump out at me. 

Things were going great. The two of us were having a great conversation about who knows what, I certainly can't remember. She was eating everything I said up. She kept touching me on the arm and leg. She was sending me every signal in the book.

Normally I'm a very laid back person when it comes to girls. I'm never forward. In fact, I'm downright shy and nervous. This time though, I knew what I had to do. I'd been jerking off fantasizing about this chick for a year. Here she is flirting her ass off with me. I can't blow this by acting like a pussy.

Fuck it, I said to myself. I asked her if she had driven or if one of her friends had. Thankfully she said one of her friends had driven. This was it, the moment of truth.

"Well then what do you say we get out of here?", I asked. Even as I was saying the words I couldn't believe it. What I could believe even less was when she replied, "Let's go."

I couldn't move fast enough. We quickly said goodbye to our friends. I wished mine luck finding a ride home. I grabbed her hand and led her out the door. My hands had to be covered with sweat, but she was a good sport and didn't even mention it.

We got in my car and I floored the thing. Gina spent the ride roaming my body with her hands, and nibbling at my neck and earlobe. I don't know how I kept myself from blowing my load in my pants.

We got to my place and jumped out of the car. My front door was barely closed before we attacked each other. We started kissing like crazy, until she backed away and said, "Hold on there tiger!"

"Oh fuck", I thought. I knew this was too good to be true. I was shocked by what she said next.

"I've been waiting for this for a long time. Let's savor every minute of it." With that, I grabbed her hand and led her into my bedroom. 

We fell onto the bed together, tangled up and kissing as passionately as humanly possible. Now I was dying to nail her, but I was actually enjoying the romance of it all.

I rolled over on top of her and removed her tank top exposing her lacy black bra. Even encased in the bra, her tits looked spectacular. She then giggled and ripped off my shirt.

After what seemed like a lifetime of mauling her tits through the bra, I reached down and took off her skirt. She had on the hottest little black thong. I rolled her over onto her back so I could get a look at that ass. What a sight it was. I gave it a little squeeze and went back to kissing her. 

It was time to get a look at those gorgeous tits I've dreamed about. I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra freeing them. They were even better than I imagined. They were definitely a full C, and she had the cutest little nipples I've ever seen. I kissed my way down to her tits and went to town sucking on her nipples. She was squirming and moaning the whole time. While I was concentrating on her nipples, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled off my pants with her feet.

She had herself a good little laugh, as unfortunately I had worn an old pair of my tighty whiteys, since I had been on an unbelievable dry streak, and didn't figure on getting lucky this evening. I quickly interrupted her laugh by shoving my tongue back in her mouth. 

I then deftly slid my hand down her body until I reached her moist panties. They were soaked. I gently rubbed her nub with my thumb, as I caressed her lips with my fingers. She was moaning like crazy, and started to push my head down her body. I kissed my way down her neck to her beautiful boobs again, then down to her sexy stomach. Her stomach is incredibly sexy. It's not too tight, but not big. Just soft and inviting. I spent some time playing with her belly button, then kissed my way lower. I skipped over her pussy though, and continued down her legs. I knew the anticipation had to be killing her, but I wanted to enjoy every inch of her body. I continued down her legs until I reached her feet. I then did something I had never done before. I started sucking her toes. I'm normally not attracted to feet, but I'd been looking at those beautiful things for so long that I needed to experience them.

Gina was eating this up. I guess girls really do like having their toes sucked. I decieded that I'd spent enough time on them and needed to get ahold of that pussy. I kissed my way back up her legs until I reached that hot little thong of hers. I spent some time eating her pussy through her panties, then decided that they had to go.

I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and slowly pulled them down. There's nothing like the way panties stick to a wet pussy when you pull them down. Her pussy was exquisite. Now I like a pussy with a little hair on it, and hers didn't let me down. She had a neatly trimmed thatch of brown hair that I needed to taste. 

I dove my tongue into her tasting her sweetness. Her aroma was intoxicating. I was in heaven. I was darting my tongue in and out of her and savoring every moment. Gina was writhing and squirming under me all the while. The next thing I knew, she starting moaning louder and louder until a wave of wetness covered my lips as she screamed out in excitement. I still couldn't believe this was actually happening!

She reached down and grabbed my head by my hair pulling my face up to hers. She then slid her hand down and removed my briefs, exposing my hardness. She gave it a few tugs, then starting rubbing it up and down her moist lips. 

She pulled her head back and asked if I was ready. "You're fucking right I am", I exclaimed. With that she thrust her hips up into me and I entered her. Her pussy was soaked and made a huge slurping noise as I thrust in and out of her. Gina was a great fuck. Her pussy felt incredible. She wrapped her luscious legs around me and grabbed hold of my ass, pushing me in and out of her.

Then she rolled me over and began to ride me. I opened my eyes to see her tits bouncing up and down. She looked fucking incredible. I reached up and grabbed them one last time as I thrust into her and came like it had been months. She let out a scream and collapsed on top of me. 

We laid there entangled in each other like we would never see each other again. Gina got up, showered and came back and fell asleep in my arms, naked. 

We woke up the next morning, trying to take in what had happened. Neither of us had known the other's feelings, but now we had spent an incredible evening fucking like animals, and neither of us could be happier. 



Gina and Ian



Gina holds her hand over the sink and drops a few bath crystals into the water. She looks in the mirror and smiles while leaning over the basin so her lovely large tits dangle just above the fragrant solution. With one hand she dips and cups the warm water and washes her breasts with it, taking time to just twist and tug each nipple working the essence into her skin.

'Ian will love this,' Gina thinks.

Slowly she works the water all over her chest, down her stomach and even though it drips and runs down between her bare legs she rubs the soft lather into her pussy. Each moment she gets hotter and hotter thinking of how he'll be there again tonight, his hard cock slowly entering her as she digs her hands into the bedding.

'God, not yet,' she thinks.

With care she keeps her fingers from her clit but it is all she can do because she is so hot now she doesn't need to add water to drip down her leg. With a towel she dabs herself dry and then mops the floor with her bare feet and the soft fabric.

She puts a fresh candle beside the bed and straightens the bedding. Then with care she puts on her matching silk bra and panties she'd planned to wear the night before but had gotten tied up at the airport. Her hands shook a little thinking of Ian undoing her bra the night before. She smiled and bit her finger. 

Her cell rang just then and she picked it up and answered, "Gina..."

"Hi amazing girl," Ian says. "I'm almost back. I cashed my traveler's checks and got you a little something."

"Oh, that's sweet," she said. "But all I want is you, Ian."

She could almost hear his smile as she hung up the cell phone. 

Moments later she had her dress on, it was low cut and sipped up the side. He put on a pair of heels, not to tall but enough to give her a lift in case he was up for a little dancing. Then she moved to look in the mirror again, her hands moved to her boobs, a push and a tuck and her nipples felt so good she just hand to play with them so they were very erect when the buzzer rang.

'Can't ever hurt,' she thought with a grin.

Ian noticed her nipples almost right off, and gave her his wolf-grin. "What's got you all worked up, my love?"

Gina smiled, "thinking of you and last night." "That was amazing," he said. "You are even more amazing in bed then I had dreamed."

"So," she smiled wide. "What did you get me?"

Ian leaned close, taller than her by quite a bit she had to arch onto her toes as he kissed her cheek. For a moment she thought she might swoon but he let go and handed her a box of chocolates. "You were so sweet to me yesterday I wanted to give you this."

Gina smiled and slipped open the box. She turned to the table and felt his hand on her back slip down and rest at her upper ass. Her instinct was to fuck him right there but she held almost still and wiggled her ass to his hand. "That feels nice," she said.

"Randy?" Ian patted her side softly.

"After last night, yeah I am." She said and lifted a dark chocolate from the box.

"I love that about you Americans," he said. "Very direct."

Gina smiled and pulled him by the hand, "Come then. I have a treat for you too."

He didn't talk after that, and Gina led him to her bedroom. First she sat him on her chair and undid his shirt so she could play with his chest. His chest really turned Gina on and she started to play with his nipples as she used her other hand to pull out his cock.

Pleased that he was hard already she gently stroked him as they kissed. It was so fun to please him and she moved closer and leaned down to suck his cock. Moans rippled from his lungs as she took his ball shaped head in her mouth and felt his hands cup her head pulling her down onto his shaft. She sucked but he fucked her mouth just as much turning her on even more.

Soon she was nearly gagging and he was grunting and arching nearly out of the chair. Then she pulled herself away and kissed his cheek as she straddled his legs and pulled her dress up and her panties aside. With one soft thrust she impaled herself on his hard cock. It drove all the way up to her uterus making her gasp, but she didn't skip a beat. Instead she pulled the zipper easing the fabric and began to grind her body up and down his length and brush her tits to his moaning lips.

"Is that good, Ian?" She put her hands on his shoulders and started to bounce harder on his shaft forcing her tight cunt to drive his cock crazy. 

"Is this a lap dance?" he asked through moaning breaths.

Gina smiled and pulled his face to her tits. With one hand she reached and pulled her flesh free and guided a nipple to his mouth. He sucked avidly as she rocked on and off his throbbing member. "Suck me, lover," Gina said.

Ian panted and sucked as she fucked him harder and harder. Then right when she thought he'd blow his hot load in her soaking pussy he started to stand and lifted her from the chair.

"Oh god," she said. "You'll hurt yourself." But really she loved the sensation of being suspended by her cunt on his throbbing member.

He grunted a little but moved her to the wall, her back pounding to the sheet rock as his hands pulled her legs up and his hips arched rocking his cock deep inside.

"Fuck!" Gina screamed, "Fuck me! Oh god, Ian!"

With hard thrusts and a rhythm that made her whole body slam to the wall with each thrust he fucked her hard against the wall with her feet dangling.

She screamed and moaned more and more but he didn't slow in the least. His cock so hard now she felt it would rip her wide open and then suddenly he screamed deep and his body shook as he came hard inside her.

"Yes!" Gina urged, "Come, Ian. Give it all to me."

He rocked and groaned until his body eased and she slid softly down the wall and her feet draged a little on his legs. 

Then she moved him to the bed and made him lay down. "Rest a bit, then you can have me again."

"You're a lusty minx," he said.

"I love you, Ian," Gina whispered as she ran her hand along his come covered cock.

"Mmm," he moaned. "I love you, too."



Gina and Jack



This is the story of Gina and Jack, from the POV of Jack


"Right. So, well, we met on this website, so obviously it was just the silly on-cam stuff. She was very prudish, when I first met her, actually. She'd only ever kissed one boy before, and she really regretted that. So, I got her to cam for me, and it was this astoundingly exciting thing, because she liked the thought of me masturbating over her, but she didn't want to do anything, so I told her she didn't have to, I wouldn't expect her to, but I'd ask her to, continually, ahaha, like, begging. Part of what gets me off, you know... And, anyway, we never did anything really, I was always trying to convince her to take her top off for me but she never did. But it'd all become a sort of ongoing... I dunno, not quite a joke.

Anyway, by the time she came up here, by the first night we were cuddled up with each other, had kissed a bunch, everything - just affectionately, you know, nothing romantic, necessarily. We'd known each other two weeks, like. She loved it, every bit of it, she didn't have anything like that back home. And she rested her head on my lap, and I, sneering, put my hand up her shirt, to touch her tummy. She looked at me and laughed - knowing I have a thing about tummies - and she allowed me, but she folded her arms. I snickered and said "Is that to stop me from going any higher?"

And she said "What? Oh, no" and unfolded them, and I was like, shocked, aha. 

And I said "So... You're alright if I do go higher...?" 

And she said "Umm... Yes. Okay." 

And I spent about five minutes asking her if she was really really sure, ahaha, and she was, so I put my hand up, under her bra, and caressed her breasts. And they were so soft... And I tried to lift her top up so I could see them, but she stopped me, and I pleaded with her, but she wouldn't let me. So, I unbuttoned my jeans and asked her if that was alright, and she thought about it and said yes. 

She always considers those things on the spot, like, it's the cutest thing, ahaha. So, I got myself out, and she laughed. She laughed a lot, the whole way through, I dunno why. Her nipples are extremely ticklish, ahaha, every time I touch her there she laughs. But the whole thing just was a surprise to her, I think, and she laughed a lot.

So, I began jacking off, and then I let my hand creep down to her jeans and I tried to unbutton them... The whole process was sort of her stopping me and then me pleading with her and then her letting me. She just wasn't sure, for a lot of it... I got my hand into her panties and I went to town on her lady parts, ahaha, and she couldn't *control* herself, she was screaming! 

I managed to get her off I think twice, and then I was going to get myself off, when my mum came back with food, ahaha. We continued this stuff over the whole night, and I didn't get to cum once, because we kept being interrupted, ahaha. Hoursss and houurrsss of nearly having an orgasm and then something happened, and every time, I managed to get her off first, ahaha. I was going nuts by the end of the night. It eventually happened though, ahaha.

I taught her how to give hand jobs, and oh my god. She's not very good at them, I don't know why, she's really bad at it. She does these tiny, soft little tugs I can barely feel, and it takes me houuurrssss to cum, but I wouldn't have it any other way from her, I love that, I love her little tugs. It's strange, sort of... When I'm really trying my hardest to get something out of it, and I can barely feel anything at all, and I wish there was so much more than there was, I'm so reminded of how much I love her. I feel this huge amount of affection for her, when she gives me a really bad hand job, ahaha.

The next day we went to the VIP Suite of The Oddessy in Belfast, a proper fucking high-class type place, all the big clubs are there, and this reaaaalllyyyy high-end cinema theatre. And we were sitting in the VIP, enjoying free drinks, by my arrangement, ahaha, and there was no one there accept the friendly coffee girl, and I managed to slip my hand under Regina's jeans and make her cum like hell. I had to cover her mouth, ahahaha.

Then we moved onto the kinkier stuff, that night, ahaha...

Right, so, later that night, I got out some makeshift equipment I like to use. Two silk scarves, ahaha, one leopard print, ahaha. And we talked a little about what we could do with them, and we both got very excited. So, she tied my hands behind my head so I couldn't move them, and she started jacking me off, and I was getting really into it, and then she stopped, and started tickling me. I was squirming and twisting and I couldn't break free and she was tickling me *everywhere*. The she'd go back, while I was breathless, to jacking me off. It was sooo good, aungh... We'd carry on like that for a while, until eventually I broke free during one of the tickling sessions and pushed her down and held her hands down, ahaha, saying I'd had enouuuugh.

So, she told me I couldn't see her naked that night, and she blindfolded me, and then undressed, so she was totally naked and I couldn't see one inch of her. And then let me masturbate, while holding my other hand to stop me touching her, and occasionally guiding it across her skin, on her legs or tummy, which would drive me nutsss. And then she let me touch her boobs, and I moaaaaned. I came not long after, a *lot* of cum.

The next day, I tied her down, both hands and feet, and tickled her lots - and she's reallly ticklish, like I told you, even her nipples are ticklish. And she was shaking everywhere, until eventually she lost it, like some people do. So I just lay with her, her uncontrollably horny and craving my fingers, and me running them all over her body, teasing the hell out of her. Eventually I rubbed her downstairs, starting on her outer lips - and she can't feel much out there - and then working up and down, just inside her lips, and then onto her clit, and by the time I slipped my fingers inside she was screaaaming.

Then, I untied her feet and lifted her legs over my shoulders and pushed her thighs against the size of my dick and started thrusting. And her thighs are really soft...

The next time she came up, we did a lot of different stuff. I found out she has a crippling fetish for school uniforms, so I dug out my old school uniform and wore it up to the station when she arrived, ahaha. She was so shocked, a little bit mad at me and completely turned on, ahaha. So, we went back to mine quick as we could and I began to act out this fantasy of hers, that she told me about, ahaha... Where I sort of force her down and kiss her, lots, and then start taking off her clothes, until she's totally naked apart from her bra. I start stripping off my uniform until I'm naked, and then kiss down her body until I get to her boobs, and try and take off her bra. She stops me - which she did - I look at her pleadingly, and then she lets go and I can do it. I chew on her nipples for a bit - she likes it if I bite them - and then I disappear downstairs to lick her out, to which she loses herself to uncontrollable moans.

Then, we went upstairs, for my turn, ahaha. I had been saving myself up, I hadn't masturbated for like 4 days, and I get incredibly sensitive and horny by that time. And I wanted to cum in her hand, I really wanted that. Usually I have to masturbate for most of the time because it takes so long and she gets tired, and then by the time I get close if I stop I'll just blast everywhere and won't feel it. So, I got it, hehe, a nice full hand job, and I came with her hand on my dick and I was in heaaavennnn.

The next day we acted out a fantasy of mine, (although her fantasy was about me specifically, mine was just a fantasy I've had for years), where she sits on top of me, and I masturbate. And while I masturbate, she tries to stop me from cumming, ahaha. Like, she'd try and pry my fingers off my dick, which is the hottest thing I've ever felt in the world, I swear, and then try and pin my hand down - and then I'd try and resist and pull my hand back so I could jack off, but I'm so weak, look at me, I had no chance, and she had me pinned down, so I use my other hand as quickly as I can, and she pries it off too, and forces it down. And I moaaaan soooo much, desperate to keep going but totally unable, and she laughs at me, ahaha. And I started humping the air, trying to find something to rub it off, while begging her to let me go again. She did, and just when the cum started shooting out of me she pulled my hands away, and I couldn't feel my orgasm at alllll, it was totally ruined. Aughh... We did that a few times over her stay.

And later that day, we discovered something by pure chance, ahaha. We were both lying in bed - I had insomnia so was up early and she was tired from events that transpired that day, I won't get into that, but I had dropped a valium to calm myself down and we were both lying in bed, holding each other, talking sparsely, and we'd both fall asleep and have little naps at different periods of time. And, once, whatever way I was lying, just by pure coincidence, I was breathing on her ear. I was sleeping, I didn't know what was going on, but she woke me up, sweating pouring off her, shaking, and she could hardly talk. She woke me up and managed to say 'Jack', I thought she was having a stroke or something! 

I said, "Whats wrong?"

She grabbed my hand and said "Unh"

I couldn't understand, ahaha. We spent a long time her desperately trying to communicate to me that she wanted me to finger her, ahaha. She eventually held my hand up and said "I... crave. those." And I knew, ahaha, so I got her off, and she just *poured* backwards, in absolute ecstasy. 

And after a while, I asked her what happened, and we worked out it was cause I was breathing on her ear. It drove her absolutely craaazzzyyy. So, we combined my breathing there and sometimes whispering things and fingering her at the same time, and she was able to have 10 orgasms in one sitting, ahaha. And, not even an hour before that, she'd already had 7 orgasms from it. It drove her soooo crazy.

That comprises the remainder of our sexual adventures, ahaha. And I don't know what to expect today..."

TBC



Gina & Kara



I’ve always found other women attractive. Ever since I was little, I’ve always enjoyed looking at them. Well, it’s the way we’re brought up, isn’t it? Fashion, hairstyles, ads, women’s magazines, that sort of thing - it’s normal, it’s what we do. And let’s be honest, I’ve wondered more than a few times what it would be like to make love with another woman, thought about how exciting it might be, imagined how different it would be from with a man, and again I think there are lots of us who do that; wonder, I mean. I read not so long ago that over sixty percent of women have thought about it at one time or another. But most of us just leave it at that, a thought, we never actually do anything about it, just leave it as a vague itch that we never scratched or write it off as an opportunity that never presented itself, or maybe an opportunity that did present itself but for some reason we didn’t take it - uncertainty, cowardice, the wrong place, the wrong time, the wrong woman, whatever…

That’s how I always thought it would be for me, too. I had one or two schoolgirl crushes, but even at the time there was a part of me that knew that that was all they were, and I’ve never been what you’d call very assertive or forward in that way, so the idea of making the first move with anybody, of either sex, wasn’t really one that came naturally to me. And then I discovered boys, and they discovered me, and enough of them were quite happy to be the one to make the first move, and they liked it that way, and I liked it that way, and they liked me, or at least some of them did, and I liked some of them, and so by the time I got to 24 it seemed as if that was going to be it. And then I met Kara.

But maybe I should tell you a little bit about myself first. My name’s Gina and I’m a natural blonde; my hair’s a kind of pale honey colour and thick and straight and reaches to just below my shoulder-blades. I’m told I’ve got a pretty face and I’ve been complimented on my figure by people who were sober or uninterested enough that I could trust them. I’m on the slim side but I like it that way. I tan easily and I like to think I dress well. Perhaps the most genuinely interesting thing about me physically is that my eyes are different colours; the left one’s grey, the right one’s green. It means I get a lot of stares once people see me in close-up. 

There’s a kind of café-bar not too far from the office where I work, where I go now and then, maybe for lunch or for a drink after work. I like it because it’s always pretty quiet, the food’s OK, and it’s not the sort of place where you’re likely to get anybody hassling you. One day I dropped in in the middle of the afternoon. It was a really hot day and I’d stopped work early, and as I was going past the thought just struck me how much I’d love a long cool drink. So in I went.

The waitress was somebody new. As I waited for my drink I watched her moving round; it was hard not to. To start with, she had the most amazing suntan, the sort you only get from either lying in the sun for weeks on end or a very heavy programme of visits to the solarium. Like I said, I tan easily, but I couldn’t remember ever having had a tan like this woman had. Like a lot of very tanned people, she had that kind of sheen to her skin that made it look almost as if it was glowing from within.

Her hair was drawn back close to her head and into a ponytail. I got the impression it was about the same length as mine. It was perfectly black, the kind of lustrous blue-black that ink has, and I would have sworn it was dyed if it weren’t for the fact that her eyebrows, which were thick and dramatically arched, a bit like the ones Elizabeth Taylor’s version of Cleopatra had, were the same colour. She was wearing a figure-hugging lycra minidress in a kind of off-white colour; it covered the essentials, but not that much more. Mind you, she had the figure for it, so why not? I found myself thinking, as my eyes followed her around the room and saw the effect she was having on the male customers, that it must be bringing her a small fortune in tips. Like they say, if you’ve got it, why not flaunt it?

When she brought me my drink, she smiled. She had nice even white teeth and I noticed that she had a little silver stud right in the middle of her tongue. I’ve got this really ambivalent attitude to piercings; I like them a lot on other people and think they can be beautiful things if done right, but I’ve never quite had the courage to get one for myself. Not even my ears are pierced. Obviously this waitress didn’t suffer from the same uncertainty I did; besides the stud in her tongue she had another, a tiny one with a diamond in it, in her left nostril, and a series of hoops, of varying sizes but none of them very big and all arranged in a neat mathematical progression, in each ear. I’d already spotted an ankle chain and several silver necklaces and bracelets. Now I noticed that on all of her fingers, thumbs included, she had silver rings. And she had tattoos as well. There were at least three that I could see, a flower picked out on one of her ankles, a dainty-looking butterfly on her left shoulder-blade, and one of those ones that look like rose stems or barbed wire around her upper right arm. Lots of women have those these days, but this one went round her arms not once but several times, in a spiral that went right from her elbow up to her armpit.

I thanked her as she bent down to put the glass on the table and she glanced up at me. I noticed the way her eyes, which were large and clear, with dark brown irises, lingered on mine for a second more than you might have expected and that the expression in them changed as she registered the different colours; it was something I was used to, but I was glad she’d noticed me. Now, I thought, she’d remember me next time.

Next time was only the next day. And she did remember me, which pleased me. We didn’t talk much then, just a few words, but I got the feeling she was happy to see me. Every time I was in there after that we always seemed to manage to find time for a few friendly words, but nothing more. Somewhere along the line we found out each other’s names.

And then, one day, I was in there about three in the afternoon. She was busy behind the bar but shot me a little smile and then, when she recognised me, a bigger one and a wave. After a moment she came out with a tray of drinks for a group of customers on the other side of the room. As usual, she wasn’t exactly dressed for anonymity. Today she had on a tight-fitting white sleeveless top that had the sort of neckline a romantic novelist might describe as plunging, together with high heels and a short black skirt slit high at the side that showed off the shape of her legs to advantage. I thought she looked great.

I ordered a gin and tonic and sat there with it for a while, enjoying its cool crispness. I had a magazine with me but it didn’t really hold my attention much; I spent more time just looking round the room. I was half-reading an article about the need for honesty in relationships when I heard the sound of a female voice quietly swearing and looked up.

It was Kara, who had obviously just lost a battle with the beer pump. The barrel must have been empty, or new, or something, because, instead of pouring a nice steady stream of beer into the glass she was holding under it, it had spat it over her instead, leaving a damp patch on her top and golden droplets of beer all over the exposed brown skin of her chest. She was muttering and trying to shake the liquid off her hands.

Our eyes met and she grimaced.

“Can I get you a towel or something?” I asked.

“No, it’s OK. I’ll manage,” she smiled. “But thanks for offering.”

She disappeared into the back room and emerged again a few minutes later with a new top on. It wasn’t nearly as dramatic as the previous one but I guess that at least it was dry.

That night, the strangest thing happened. I had this incredibly vivid dream in which I was back in the bar and the beer pump was spraying beer all over Kara, but this time I didn’t offer to help. I just got up, went over to the bar, and bent my head to her tanned chest and started to lick her skin clean. And she didn’t say anything, didn’t try to stop me, but held my head in her hands and pressed it to her. And I licked and I licked, and before I knew it her breast was bare and I was licking that too, and her nipple, which was a dark chocolate colour, was erect and rubbery under my lips, and, and, and…that was when I woke up, the image still incredibly alive in my mind. I was sweating and I could feel that between my legs I was hot and wet and aroused, and I felt so good that I just fixed that image of me licking the beer foam off her in my mind and let my hand slip between my legs and played with myself until I felt that sweet familiar sensation creep over me and my limbs spasmed and my back arched and I sobbed out my satisfaction into the dark bedroom night.

The next day, passing the café on the way to work, I looked through the window. It wasn’t open yet but I blushed as I remembered my dream. It’s funny, isn’t it, how when we dream something we carry it with us into the waking world and think the people in it must know what happened in our heads in the night. What would she say if she knew? Embarrassed, I hurried on by. I didn’t go back to the place for the next ten days, not particularly because of my dream, but I guess that helped. And then, when I did finally go, she wasn’t there anyway. And nor was she the next time, and I began to think she’d left. But I still sometimes thought about her at night, and when I did it always started with her spilling beer on herself and led into the two of us together, and I always ended up touching myself and fantasising furiously about the idea.

And then, one hot day, I went back there and there she was, looking better than ever. Her hair was shorter now and she was wearing it loose in a stylish bob with a straight fringe at the front. It was shot through with scarlet streaks. She had on a white blouse and tight black trousers and looked a lot like Uma Thurman in that scene from ‘Pulp Fiction’ where she goes dancing with John Travolta.

Although my fantasy about her came flooding into my head as soon as I saw her and I felt a pang or two of guilt about that, most of all I felt pleased to see her. Which was stupid, really, because we hardly knew each other at all to talk to, we hadn’t even been in the same room more than a handful of times, and her main two roles in my life were as occasional supplier of drinks and equally occasional provider of raw material for my nocturnal fantasies. Watching the way she was flirting with two guys at the bar, I got the distinct impression that she would be less than wildly enthusiastic to hear about the second of these two roles. Which just goes to show how wrong you can be.

My own companion, which is to rather stretch the word, was a guy from work. He hadn’t been with us for long and had started by giving the impression of being a bit lost. Quite how it happened I’m not sure, but the group of us which was supposed to be taking him out and gently initiating him into the gang had somehow dwindled to just me, and the guy, whose name, not that it really matters, was Steve, had rather got the wrong end of the stick. After listening to what he liked to think was his conversation for half an hour, I was painfully aware that he was convinced that all he needed to do was to bang me over the head with his club and I would be ready, even eager, to be dragged back to his cave for a night of something he plainly thought I should be very grateful for. The prospect had all the appeal of a bowl of cold vomit and as he started to get even more obvious I told him so. Perhaps I should have used more subtle language to explain this, but I really wasn’t in the mood, and Steve reacted by going into a king-sized snit. 

At this stage I exercised a woman’s prerogative and retreated to the toilet for a few minutes to regroup. When I got back Kara was standing by our table and talking to Steve. She was laughing and shaking her head.

“No, I won’t give you my phone number,” she was saying.

“Why not?” he whined.

“Well, because I don’t just give my phone number to simply anybody. I only give it to people I find attractive, and to be honest you’re really not my type.”

“So what is your type, then?” Steve retorted. The fool probably thought he was being witty and charming, which, to repeat a phrase I’ve already used, just goes to show how wrong you can be.

“That’s none of your business,” she answered.

“Go on, tell me,” he insisted, his voice quivering. I realised that Steve was drunk, quite an achievement if all he’d had was the two beers he’d had since we arrived. Maybe he’d been getting started earlier.

“You really want me to tell you?”

“Yes,” he snapped.

“Well,” she said coolly, “you’re not going to like this, but I might well be tempted to give my phone number to your cute girlfriend here.” And with this she gave me a sideways glance and winked at me.

Steve’s jaw dropped. He blushed furiously. He looked from her to me, then back again, as if seeking some inspiration, and then, finding none, he stood up, gawped at us one last time, and then stormed off in the general direction of the men’s toilets, leaving the two of us laughing behind him.

“I’m not his girlfriend,” I said after a moment.

“I didn’t think for a minute you would be,” she smiled back. “I hope you don’t mind, but he really annoyed me and I wanted to hit him where it hurt.” 

“I think you succeeded,” I laughed. 

“You’re still cute, though,” she said after a pause.

I rolled my eyes upwards to the ceiling and then fixed them on her, unable, or perhaps that should have been unwilling, to believe what I was hearing. Was she psychic or something? Did she somehow know about my dream and my fantasies? But how could that be possible? “You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”

“Is that what you think?”

“I’m not sure, but I think you probably are.”

“So do you want my phone number? Then you can call me some time when that idiot you’re with isn’t around and I can tell you, or, better still, show you, whether I’m making fun of you. How’s that?”

My eyes met hers. They were full of light and humour and challenge.

“Are you for real?” I said.

“Try me.”

“Right. Give me the number,” I heard my voice say, almost as if it was someone else speaking.

She licked her lips, giving me another flash of the stud in her tongue, and reached for her notepad. She scribbled on it and pressed it into my outstretched hand. I caught a whiff of the perfume she was wearing as she passed it over, something light and tart but with an undercurrent of musk that hit me right in the stomach as I realised just what I might be getting into by taking her up on what was really, let’s be honest, a dare.

“Here it is,” she said in a low voice, her gaze fixed on me. “Use it.”

“I will. I promise.”

By the time Steve got back the scrap of paper was safely stowed away in my bag.

“Right, I’m off,” I said as soon as he sat down.

“What, so soon? Don’t you want to stay and flirt with the waitress a bit more?”

“Steve, that’s not nice,” I said. But when I left a little devil in me made sure that he saw the smile I gave to Kara, standing behind the bar. 

- - - - -

Making the decision to call her wasn’t easy. Part of me was full of eagerness to be doing it right away, another was timid and held back. I lost count of the number of times my finger was poised over the buttons and then I put it away without punching in her number. But in the end it was my eager self that won out. She picked it up on the second ring.

“Hello,” she said, in a very neutral voice.

“Hi,” I said. “This is Gina. Remember me?”

“Gina! Hi!” I can’t remember ever hearing such a change come over a voice; in three seconds it went from couldn’t-give-a-damn to, well, I know it’s a bit of a cliché, but almost literally purring. I’d been a bit nervous about what I was going to say, but in the end I needn’t have bothered. She took the lead in everything and before I knew it she was asking if I’d like to meet her in a bar the next evening, which was Friday. It was one I’d never been to before in my life.

“What sort of place is it?” I asked, cringing inside at how timid I was sure I must sound.

“Don’t worry,” she laughed. “It’s a nice place. It’s not a heavy leather bar or anything like that. After all, this is just a first date, isn’t it?”

It’s hard to describe the feeling that came over me when I heard her use the word ‘date’ in such a natural and offhand way. Yes, of course that was what we were fixing up, a date, and if there had been any mistake about that there certainly wasn’t now. I was filled with the oddest mixture of nervousness and excitement, both at the same time; it reminded me of nothing so much as being a teenager and going out with guys for the first time. But then, I reflected, that was exactly what it was. Well, with one very big and very obvious difference. Funnily enough, though, for all the doubt I felt right then, it never occurred to me to back out.

“So what shall I wear?” I asked her, trying to inject some flirtatiousness into my voice.

“Well, what would you normally wear for a date on a hot evening?” she asked teasingly.

“It would depend on the other person, but if I liked them I’d make an effort to look nice for them.”

“So do that, and I’ll do that too, and I’ll see you tomorrow evening. And Gina, I’m really looking forward to seeing you. You know that, don’t you?”

As I put the phone down I could feel my stomach doing an impression of a washing machine on spin cycle inside me. 

- - - - -

I did make an effort, too. By the time I was ready to go out I was as well pleased as I’d ever been when I looked in the mirror and surveyed myself. I wasn’t sure what sort of an effect I was going to have on Kara but I certainly liked what I saw.

I began my preparations in the way I like best, with a long leisurely soak in a deep hot bath with a touch of scented oil. I shaved my armpits and then my legs, doing it twice so that they were really smooth, and then, after a bit of thought, I decided to shave my pussy as well. I’d done it a couple of times before, both times for a boyfriend I’d really liked, and it had really driven him wild. I wasn’t about to rush out and get myself a tattoo or a piercing, but if I did end up going to bed with Kara, and, I thought with a surge of thrilled nervousness, there was more than a possibility that I might, I wanted it to be as exciting as possible. So I sat on the edge of the bath with a pair of nail scissors and trimmed away as much of the hair from between my legs as I could, and then I soaped myself till there was a good thick lather and took a fresh razor and very carefully shaved myself so that all was left was a little triangle of clipped hair on my mons. Looking at my bare sex with a hand mirror and opening myself up with my fingers, I didn’t know what sort of an effect it was going to have on Kara, but I was certainly turned on, to the extent that the temptation to play with myself was so irresistible that I gave into it and brought myself to a climax that had me moaning and groaning out loud as I came. Then I slipped back into the water and luxuriated for a bit longer before washing my hair and getting out.

Once I was dry it was time to pick out what I was going to wear. I began by painting the nails on both my fingers and toes a bright scarlet colour. The underwear I chose, a low-cut bra and a pair of tanga briefs, was lacy and very skimpy and burgundy-coloured; I thought they looked good with my colouring. Over it I put on a light sleeveless dress of the same colour, cut tightly enough that it showed off my figure but loose enough to be comfortable on a hot evening. It came about halfway down my thighs but had a slit at one side and slightly to the front that meant I could show off a lot of leg if I wanted to. A silver bracelet on my right wrist, a matching ankle chain, and a necklace, and then all that remained was to brush my hair till it shone and arrange it in a simple chignon. A touch of mascara, a dab of perfume, and a pair of simple black mules with medium heels, and my preparations were complete, and, as I said before, I liked what I saw. It was time to go.




Gina & Kara



- - - - -

The place I’d arranged to meet Kara in wasn’t that big but it was very crowded. Most of the women I could see were more or less my age, though there were some older ones. I couldn’t see any guys at all. It turned out to be easy enough to find her, though. Or rather, she found me. As I was standing near the door, looking round for her, she appeared out of the crowd right next to me, smiling and waving. She greeted me by taking my hand in hers and giving me a peck on the cheek.

“You look delicious,” she said. “Come and sit down.”

Still holding my hand, she led me through the crowd to the back, where there was a quieter and smaller room. As we went, I took in what she was wearing. There wasn’t really a lot of it. Her top was a bit like a sports bra, except that sports bras aren’t usually made of black leather and are designed to support your breasts rather than display them. Not that I was objecting; the view it afforded of her body, which was of a lovely uniform café au lait colour, was one I was happy to enjoy. As we made our way through the crowd, first turning one way, then another, I noticed that she had her navel pierced, with a dangling silver ornament that danced and glittered as she walked, and another tattoo that spanned the entire width of the small of her back, some kind of design with a lot of scrolls and curlicues that disappeared into the black hipster trousers which were her only other garment. They were of a sort that was very fashionable just then, skintight and with a very low waistband that displayed, in her case, the maximum of tanned belly, as well as accentuating her figure. They were held up by a broad belt with a big oval silver buckle, very low-slung at the front. As she led me through the crowd I noticed how many of the other women were looking at her and wondered, not for the first time, what it was about me that had led her to take an interest in me.

We sat down at a small round table. There were two women sitting opposite us on a sofa, both with blonde hair. One of them, who looked as if she was in her thirties, had hers cut short and was wearing a cream silk shirt tucked into tight black leather trousers. The other was much younger and was wearing a white lycra microdress. They were both very good-looking. They glanced up at us as we sat down and gave us a brief smile and then went back to their conversation, the older woman with her hand on the other one’s knee. Kara turned another of those dazzling smiles of hers on me.

“I’m really pleased you came,” she said.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why me?”

“Are you fishing for compliments?” The expression on my face must have told her I wasn’t, because she continued. “OK. For one, I think you’re really physically attractive. For two, I think I’m a pretty good judge of people, and I like what I’ve seen of you so far, and, for three, it’s not that many women that come back at me when I make a pass at them, and you did. How’s that for starters?”

“That’ll do fine,” I laughed. “And now can I ask you something else?”

“Feel free.”

“Have you had a lot of girlfriends?”

“Well, that’s a direct question and no mistake! What’s a lot?”

“I don’t know,” I said. That hadn’t been the answer I’d been expecting and I couldn’t think of anything else to say right then.

“Well, what about you?”

“Do you really want to hear the truth?” 

“Yes,” she said, looking me right in the eye. I decided to be honest; if she wasn’t somebody I was going to be able to trust, then there wasn’t much point in being here.

“You’re the first woman I’ve ever been out with.”

Kara gaped. For a minute she said nothing, just looked at me, and then she smiled and put her hand over mine on the tabletop.

“Lucky me, eh?” she said, and seemed to mean it. “Now, what would you like to drink?”

“I’d like to drink some nice red wine.”

“To match your dress,” Kara said.

I wondered whether to tell her then and there that my dress wasn’t the only thing it would match, but decided not to. 

We both drank red wine, and over it we relaxed together and told each other about ourselves. I learned, among lots of other things, that Kara was 28, did modelling and occasional bits of acting in addition to the job in the bar, lived alone, and was “bisexual but with a distinct preference for good-looking women”, as she put it. I also learned, more importantly, that she was good to be with and that she seemed to think the same about me. We flirted verbally and I spent a lot of time looking at her and she a lot of time looking at me, but physically there was nothing more to it than the occasional touch of our legs under the table and neither of us made anything further out of it just then. There didn’t seem to be any pressure, any rush. It just felt good to get comfortable together and feel at ease with each other and with the world. 

By now the two women sitting opposite us had been locked together in a passionate kiss for a long time. They hadn’t exactly been a distraction but they’d certainly added to the steaminess of the atmosphere. Now, though, we broke off our conversation and watched as the younger one slipped her hand inside the older woman’s blouse to play with her breast. Meanwhile, her partner, who’d been caressing her girlfriend’s bare legs throughout their kiss, slipped her hand between her thighs. The younger girl parted her legs to make it easier for her. Both Kara and I saw, at the same time, that she wasn’t wearing any panties; the sight of the other woman’s hand brushing lightly across her pubic hair made me swallow with excitement. I looked at Kara. Her eyes were glittering and her nostrils were flared and I could see that she was excited too.

I don’t think the girl noticed us, I think she was too wrapped up in what she was doing and having done to her, but a moment later she whispered something into the ear of the other woman, who nodded. Languorously, they broke their embrace, finished their drinks, rearranged their clothing, and stood up. They both gave us a smile.

“Enjoy your evening,” the older woman said in a husky voice.

“Thanks,” Kara said. “You too.”

“I don’t think there’s much doubt about that,” she said, sliding her hand around her partner’s waist and squeezing her. They both laughed and, draped round each other, headed off towards the exit.

Kara and I watched them go. Then we sat in silence for a moment or two. 

“Those two were quite something, weren’t they?” I said.

“They certainly were. The one on the left was a natural blonde, too. Did you notice?”

“Oh yes. It was impossible not to. She was gorgeous. They were both gorgeous. And the two of them together, well…”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“It’s the first one you asked me. Why me?”

“Well,” I started, “I’ve always had this fantasy about being with another woman…”

“Yes,” she said, “but there are millions of other women, Gina. Why me out of all of them?”

So I told her about my dream about her and the beer pump and what happened afterwards. By the time I’d finished her eyes were dancing with even more excitement than before.

“So you dreamed about me? Wow! And what a dream…”

We were both silent for a moment. Then she spoke again, in a small voice.

“Gina, would you like to come back to my place with me? It’s not far away from here.”

“Would you like me to?” I replied, my voice thick with that same mix of nervousness and excitement as before.

“I’d love you to,” she said, and squeezed my hand across the table. “You know that, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer right away, but after a moment I nodded. “I’d love to too.”

“So let’s go.”

- - - - -

Kara’s place was only a few minutes’ walk away, a walk we made in silence. I didn’t know about her, but I was certainly full of apprehension about what I was letting myself in for. And then I looked sideways at her and saw how lovely she was, and how the light from a street lamp made the diamond stud in her nose twinkle, and caught a whiff of the perfume she was wearing, and I could feel my heart surge inside me. Just at that very moment she turned to me and smiled. I smiled back and she slipped her arm around my waist. I hesitated a moment and then put mine round hers too. Her bare skin was smooth and warm on my palm and I could feel the curve of where her slim waist flared out into her hip. It felt wonderful.

Where she lived was a flat in an old building. We walked hand in hand up a few flights of stairs, her one step in front and me behind, admiring her lovely figure, the roundness of her buttocks, and the sinuous movement of the muscles under the skin of her almost wholly bare back as she went. We reached a door. She opened it and went in. A light came on. 

“Come on in,” she said. “Don’t be shy.”

Noticing that she’d kicked off her own shoes, I followed her example. She ushered me from the small hall into a living room with a wooden floor and white walls. There were a lot of pictures and books and plants, but otherwise the furnishings were quite simple. There was a sofa and a couple of armchairs, all in a neutral grey colour.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked

“No thanks,” I answered, “I think I’ve had enough for the moment.” The wooden floor was pleasantly cool against the soles of my feet as I walked around the room for a moment, looking at the pictures. I noticed that she had sat down on the sofa. I accepted the unspoken invitation and joined her there. I sat on her left and she turned to face me.

“So here we are,” she said quietly after a moment. 

I looked at her and smiled. I swallowed. “Yes,” I said. My voice was husky with desire, but I could feel myself trembling. She noticed it too.

“Are you nervous?”

“A bit, yes.”

“That’s OK. We can take it as easy as you like. There’s no rush.”

“Thanks,” I said, and smiled again. Then I reached out with my left arm and placed my hand on her right shoulder. It felt smooth and warm. “I really want to, it’s just that…”

“I know,” she said, and placed the forefinger of her right hand on my lips. “You don’t have to say a word, Gina. I’ve been where you are. I understand.” Then she moved her hand so that it was resting gently on the back of my neck. “Can I kiss you?” she asked.

I nodded. The hand on my neck exerted gentle pressure to pull my head towards hers, and as her face approached mine I got the feeling that everything was happening in slow motion. There was time to take in every single hair of her eyebrows, her eyes, with their brown pupils dancing with light and the tiny blood vessels in their whites, the shape of her nose, the diamond that twinkled in it, the hint of peach fuzz on her top lip, and the shape of her mouth, with all the little creases that furrowed her full lips, and then, automatically it seemed, my eyes closed and I could feel her mouth against mine. At first our mouths just brushed together with the lightest touch imaginable, our lips touching for a second or two and then drawing apart, then touching again for a few more seconds, but then there was no more pulling away and we were nuzzling each other’s mouths for long minutes on end without a break, delighting in the sensation of each other’s warmth, each other’s scent, each other’s taste, each other’s texture. It seemed a long time before I felt Kara’s lips part and her tongue come out to explore from between them. I felt it pressing against my own lips and opened my mouth, and my own tongue snaked out to greet hers. It was a thrill for me when I felt the hardness of the stud in the wet muscular softness of her tongue, and we gave ourselves up to the longest kiss I’d ever known, gently and rhythmically exploring every detail of one another’s mouths. She was a fabulous kisser; I’d never known anything quite like it before. If you told me the kiss lasted for an hour there’s no way I’d argue; I just lost myself in the beautiful sensations she was giving me. We were so lost in the kiss that neither of us moved our hands at all; she just had one on the nape of my neck and I one of my mine on her shoulder throughout.

Eventually, as if by some unspoken agreement, we broke the kiss. Still hanging on to each other, we pulled apart. I opened my eyes to see Kara’s face still just in front of my own, with a big smile on her lips and a dreamy look in her brown eyes, which were fixed on mine.

“Wow,” she said.

“Mmm, wow,” I answered. Not the greatest dialogue ever, I know, but just then it was good enough for the two of us.

“Want to carry on?” she asked.

“Want to try stopping me?”

She laughed. “In that case, then, I’m just going to excuse myself for a minute to get out of these.” She gestured to the trousers that encased her legs. “They cost me a fortune and I don’t think I really need them right now. Do you mind?”

“Mind?” I smiled. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“Not really. Would you like to get out of that dress? You look lovely with it on, but right now I think you’d look even lovelier with it off.” And with that she left the room, leaving me alone.

I hesitated for a moment, but then I stood up and reached behind me and unzipped it. It fell away easily and I slung it over the back of one of the chairs, and there I was, in nothing but my underwear. I felt very excited. The tension of waiting for her to come back was so much that I got up and started looking at the pictures on the wall again. Anything seemed better than just sitting there and waiting.

Although I had my back to the door, I was aware of her being back in the room even before she spoke.

“Wow,” she said, “again. Just look at you.”

I turned to see her standing framed in the door, now wearing just the black leather top and a tiny white G-string. My heart leapt up into my throat at the sheer beauty of her.

“Just look at you,” I said. 

She said nothing, just reached up with both hands behind her back and unclasped her top. She paused for a moment, then peeled it away and tossed it to one side. I literally gasped at the sight. Her breasts, which were bigger than I had imagined, were the same wonderful coffee colour as the rest of her – not a hint of a bikini line there – and her nipples, which were big and prominent, were almost exactly the chocolate colour I had dreamed they would be, but something I had never expected was that they too would be pierced, with neat silver hoops through each of them. Clearly enjoying the expression on my face, she ran her fingers over them and smiled at me. 

“Want to play?” she asked.

With my eyes fixed on her lovely body, I set off towards her, my hands reaching up to unfasten my bra – it was one of those that do up at the front – and let it fall away from me as I went, so that when I reached her all I was wearing was a pair of burgundy-coloured tangas. I was aware of her eyes feasting on my own body and then I was in front of her and her arms were reaching round my waist and mine were around her neck and our lips were finding each other again, but fiercely this time, full of desire, and our bare bodies were melding together, skin warm and soft against skin, belly to belly, thighs interlocking against each other’s groins, and our breasts nestling together. I could feel the hardness of the metal rings in her nipples and navel against the softness of my own body. It felt fantastic.

Still standing, we pressed up against each other, trying to get just as close as we could. I felt her hands, laden with rings, move from my waist to cup and then knead the flesh of my bare buttocks. The bracelets she was wearing jingled as she fondled me. I kept my left arm round her neck and let the other one fall free. Then I brought it up and, for the first time ever, I touched another woman’s breast. It felt marvellously soft and heavy as I weighed it in my hands, and when I brought my fingers up to touch her nipple I felt a shiver, of excitement, I hoped, go through her. It was much firmer, with a springy, rubbery texture, and as I played with it, rolling it between my forefinger and thumb, then tugging gently on the ring in it, I felt it grow harder and bigger. It was much larger than my own but I could feel from the way Kara reacted that it was sensitive and that what I was doing was giving her a lot of pleasure, so I carried on, playing with first one of her breasts, then the other, as she continued to caress my buttocks and our eager mouths feasted on each other.

Somewhere along the line, without even interrupting our kiss for a minute, we ended up back on the sofa again, in much the same position as before, me on Kara’s left and each of us with an arm round the other’s shoulders, except that now I was sitting with my legs up and draped across hers, the pair of us kissing away passionately while my hands continued to play with her breasts and belly; I’d never felt anything like it before; she was so firm and yet so soft, and her skin was so smooth, and then there were the little pieces of metal from her piercings for variety. I was utterly captivated. Meanwhile, her hands were roving up and down my legs, sometimes kneading my flesh, at other times just grazing me with her fingernails so that I came up in goosebumps.


She broke the kiss. I opened my eyes. It wasn’t really easy to focus them and I was aware that my breathing was ragged.

“More?” she murmured, smiling at me.

“Oh yes,” I murmured back. “More. Everything.”

She laughed. “Well, everything will take a long, long time, but I’m in no rush. Are you?”

I shook my head. 

She moved my legs so that they were no longer resting on her lap and shifted closer to me so that we were sitting side by side again. With her left arm round my shoulders she brought her mouth to mine once more and we resumed our kiss. After a moment I was aware of her other hand coming up to play with my breasts. I caught my breath as I felt it on me and then, as she fondled first one of my nipples then the other, heard myself let out a groan of pleasure. My breasts aren’t very big but they are very sensitive and I’ve always loved having them touched. And there was no doubt that Kara knew exactly what she was doing. My breath was coming in gasps now and my heart was beating like a hammer. Kara sensed my excitement and moved her hand to my stomach, making circular patterns on it, alternating between using her fingertips and her nails. I could feel it inching downwards.

When it reached the cloth of my underwear, I couldn’t help letting out a moan. I was just so excited by now that I felt like a volcano on the verge of eruption. Very deliberately, very slowly, Kara let her fingertips play across the little scrap of lacy material that was now all there was between me and total nudity, sometimes wandering back up to my belly, at others touching the insides of my thighs, but always coming back to the same place.

Again, she broke off the kiss. “You’re very hot,” she whispered, her breath warm and sweet on my face.

I opened my eyes once more. “I know. It’s you.”

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” I hissed. “Yes, Kara, I do. Please.”

I watched her hand as it crept down over my heaving stomach and my abdomen and then slid inside the tangas, her fingers roaming gently through my pubic hair and then on down between my legs, pushing my outer lips apart and opening me up to her touch. For a moment the sensation was so fierce that I wondered if I was about to faint.

“You’re really wet, Gina. Unbelievably wet. Do you know that?”

I nodded and bit my lip. I didn’t trust myself to speak right then.

“And you’ve shaved, too. That’s really exciting for me. There’s nothing in the world I love more than a beautiful shaved pussy, one I could eat for hours and hours and hours. But I think maybe we should save that for a bit later. You look as if you’re really suffering, sweetie. Would you like me to make you come?”





Gina & Kara



She didn’t wait for me to answer. I buried my head in her neck and wrapped one of my arms around her shoulders. With the other one I squeezed her right breast and scrabbled at the nipple and the ring in it with my fingertips as she played with me, her fingers so knowing, so expert, so quick to attune to what I wanted from her. 

“Let’s get these off you,” she said, easing down the waistband of the briefs with the back of her hand. I arched my back to make it easier for her and she tugged them down over my thighs till they were around my knees. I moved my legs so that they slipped down to my ankles and then I kicked them off.

“That’s better,” she said, gently pushing my thighs apart and splaying her fingers against my vulva, while her palm and the heel of her hand cupped my mons. I moved myself against her hand and I held on to her tighter and tighter as she picked up the rhythm, her fingers now scooping deep inside me and harvesting my hot wetness, now fluttering over my labia and my engorged clitoris. And then I felt the blissful wave gathering over me and I was grinding myself against her hand and clinging to her for what seemed like dear life as it crescendoed and crescendoed and then finally I felt myself going into spasms and unearthly noises coming from me as the most delicious feeling swept over me and picked me up and whirled me off, to a faraway place full of exploding lights and wonderful colours.

I don’t know how long it was before I came back to my senses, but when I did Kara still had one of her arms wrapped protectively round me and the other resting on my thigh. Both of my arms were wrapped around her and my face was buried in her neck, which was slick with our sweat and the tears of sheer ecstasy I had sobbed out as I came. She raised her hand from my thigh to stroke my face. It was still glistening with my juices, I noticed.

“You really needed that, didn’t you?”

“Kara, it was amazing.”

“Good. I’m glad. It was pretty amazing for me, too, knowing that I could have an effect like that on you. Luckily the neighbours are away right now; otherwise, we might be getting some worried visitors.” And then she smiled to show me was joking and dabbed her index finger on the tip of my nose. I wrinkled it.

“Can you smell yourself on me?”

I nodded.

“Do you like the taste of you? Me, I love it.” And she raised her fingers to her mouth and made a big deal of licking each one of them in turn.

“Delicious,” she grinned as she finished the last one. “Enough to give a girl an appetite. Bedtime?”

“Yes,” I smiled. “Bedtime. Lead the way.”

She reached out her hands, pulled me to my feet, and, taking one of my hands in one of hers, led me out of the room, across the corridor, and into another room. Apart from the fitted wardrobes which took up the whole of one wall, the only other furniture was a double bed with a white quilt on it and a small bedside table with a reading light on it, already lit. 

“This is it,” she said, gesturing to the bed and slipping a hand round my waist and pulling me closer to her. “God, Gina, you’ve got a lovely body.”

“Thank you,” I answered, placing one of my own hands on one of her perfect buttocks and caressing the rounded flesh. “You have, too, and now I want to go to bed with you.”

“Good,” she said, squeezing my waist, “because that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

“But you’re not undressed yet.”

“Just wait a few minutes. Show some patience. I want you to play with my tits first. Now lie down and be a good girl.”

She reached forward and with one hand threw the quilt back. Then, with the other, which was still around me, she motioned me forward. I allowed myself to fall headfirst on to the bed, then crawled forward and turned over so that I was on my back. She was right behind me and straddled my body with her own. She reached up over my head and took one of my wrists in each of her hands and pinned me to the bed with her weight.

“There,” she said with a smile, her white teeth glinting in the darkness. “I’ve got you where I want you and you’re all mine.” And she adjusted her position and leant forward, those lovely brown breasts of hers just inches from my face and my senses filled with the beauty and warmth and strength and softness and the fragrance of her, the latter a giddy mixture of expensive perfume and sheer female lust. She shrugged her torso, making her breasts sway, and I craned my neck to try to reach them. There was nothing I wanted so much then as to take those big dark nipples of hers in my mouth and suck and nibble on them and drive her crazy with desire, the same way as she was me by keeping them out of my reach. After a few minutes she got bored with teasing me that way and relaxed her position enough for me to take one of the silver hoops between my teeth and tug on it and guide her swollen nipple down to my eager mouth. Like me, she was another one who obviously loved having her breasts played with and she soon abandoned any pretence of denying them to me. To and fro, first one, then the other, I worshipped them, revelling in the moans and groans she was now giving off and sucking and nibbling and licking until her nipples were as hard as rocks.

I felt her grip on my wrists relax. I moved my hands over her head and ran them down her back to her buttocks, caressing them as, with my thigh, I pressed between her legs. I felt her begin to move her pelvis against me and listened as her breathing became more laboured. I pushed her gently off me. She gave no resistance and fell on to her back. I sat up.

“I think it’s about time we took this off you, isn’t it?” I said, and reached out a finger to stroke the fabric of her G-string.

“Let me do it,” she said, and reached up for a pillow. She put it under her hips. “You just watch.”

So I watched. Watched as she slid her fingers between her skin and the narrow strips of cloth that held the tiny triangle up and pulled downwards. Watched as in one elegant movement she drew her legs up, bent them back on themselves at the knee, and pulled the tiny garment down over her thighs, her knees, her calves, her ankles, one with its little tattoo of a flower, and her feet, and tossed it away to one side. And watched as she brought her legs down again and spread them wide for me to see her naked sex in all its beauty. 

And when I say naked, that’s exactly what I mean. When I’d shaved my pussy, I’d left a little triangle of hair at the front. There wasn’t a single hair on Kara’s entire pubic region, though. But there were, and I gasped when I saw them, six more piercings, with three neat little silver rings through each of her inner lips. I’d never seen anything like it in my life. Kara used two fingers of her left hand to open herself up and give me a clearer view.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Kara, it’s beautiful,” I said. And it was. I wasn’t exactly an expert on what other women’s vaginas looked like – I don’t suppose that many women who’ve never been to bed with another woman are – but there was something very lovely, and very alluring, about hers, and about the sight of her laid out there completely naked in front of me.

She propped herself up on her elbows. “Show me your pussy, Gina,” she whispered urgently. “I want to see you too.”

I shifted my position so that I was nearer to her and facing her and then leaned back and spread my legs. As she’d done, I used my fingers to open myself up for her.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured. “Do you always shave or was it specially for me?”

“I’ve done it a few times, but mostly I did it because I hoped you’d like it.”

“I do, Gina, a lot. You’ve got a gorgeous cunt. Do you like to play with it?”

My eyes were on hers as I nodded. This wasn’t exactly the kind of conversation I was used to in bed, but there was something very exciting about it.

“Show me what you like to do. I want to see.”

I started to touch myself. I was very wet again and my fingers made a slurping noise.

“Gina, that’s lovely. Do you want to see me do the same?”

We both took up positions reclining on our right sides and facing one another, so that her pussy was in front of my face and mine in front of hers, and played with ourselves, our gaze tracking to and fro between each other’s faces and what our busy fingers were doing between our legs. After a few minutes I noticed that with her free hand Kara started to toy with her nipples. Her face drew into a grimace of concentration and excitement; I’m sure mine was doing the same. It was a deeply erotic moment for me and I’m sure for her too. As I watched, she raised the hand that she was using to play with her vulva to her mouth and sucked on one of the fingers.

“Would you like to taste me?” she asked, and held her hand out to me. Keeping my eyes on her, I moved my mouth towards it and took one of the fingers between my lips and sucked it clean. The taste was familiar yet strange, like me but different. Richer? Saltier? I wasn’t sure, but I did know that I wanted more.

“It’s good,” I said, “but I think I know a better way.”

She smiled. “Mmm, me too. Shall we?”

As I bent my head towards her hips, I was aware that she was doing the same to me. For a while I limited myself to kissing and nibbling the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs, and she did the same with me. I became aware that she was letting me take the lead. Our hands roving over hips, buttocks, and legs, our kisses ranged higher up each other’s thighs. My nostrils filled with her female aroma. Experimentally, I allowed one of my fingers to trail along the intricate crease of her vulva. She groaned and did something similar to me. It was warm and wet and my finger came away dripping with her viscous juices. I licked them off it. The taste was strong and heady. And then I took a deep breath and, for the first time in my life, brought my mouth down on another woman’s vagina, just as, a moment later, again for the first time in my life, I felt another woman’s mouth press against my own. And at that moment all the nervousness that I’d felt just disappeared, replaced by a sensation of pure physical pleasure as this beautiful woman and I abandoned ourselves to the delights of each other’s bodies and what we could do for each other. I quickly realised that there was nothing hard about eating her pussy; all I did was either copy what I could feel she was doing to me or think of what I liked and do that to her, and we showed each other with little signals and motions how we liked it to be done, and soon we were totally engrossed in each other, our lips, our tongues, our teeth playing sweet melodies on each other’s nerve endings and our hands busily yet languidly caressing and fondling whatever body parts came into reach. I soon learned that Kara loved it when I ran my tongue slowly the length of her vulva or gently nibbled at her clitoris, which was much bigger than mine, and she found out my weaknesses as well. The stud in her tongue against my clitoris drove me wild. At one point she made to slide a well-lubricated finger into my rectum, but I grunted and she withdrew it. A moment or too later, wondering if she’d been hinting, I slid my own second finger, loaded with her juices, into her anus. It gave easily and the deep groan that came from her was confirmation of what I’d thought. I continued to slide it gently in and out of her as I carried on tonguing her soaking wet pussy. She was getting very close to the edge now, I thought. I was, too. Concentrating as hard as I could on her body and how she was responding to me, I brought my mouth to her clitoris once again and felt her grow tense and arch her back, and then she was letting go with a long-drawn-out groan that came from deep inside her and her pussy was fountaining gouts of thick juice into my greedy mouth as her orgasm struck her hard, and then just a moment later my own climax joined hers, not as hard this time as the first time perhaps but still a good high score on my own personal Richter scale, and then, as it ebbed away slowly, there we were, each of us with her head resting on the other’s thigh and bestowing little soft caresses on each other. By and by we straightened up and our mouths, fragrant with each other’s musk, found each other for a long kiss. A tender kiss now, our passion spent for the moment, but deep and soulful too, and filled with satisfaction.

“That was wonderful, Kara,” I said after a while. “Was it good for you too?”

“Gina, it was great,” she said simply. “I’m just so glad you took a chance on me.”

“Really?”

“Really. And now, maybe we should sleep. If you’re free tomorrow, I have a very strenuous programme planned for us.”

“What is it?”

“What do you think?”

“Staying right here where we are and having sex, sex, and more sex. Unless you can think of something better, that is.”

“Right first time,” she said. “Clever you.”

“Clever me. But why wait till tomorrow?”

And I reached out and started to play with her breasts again...