0 comments/ 14206 views/ 0 favorites Amy and I By: Xg123 I sat across the table from my friend Amy and stared at her tits while she perused the menu. I knew that she knew I was staring, and I saw her grin a little, as she put her finger at the top if her blouse to pull it away from her body, giving me a better view. If things went as I hoped, I would be getting more than just a peek later on tonight. Amy and I had met online a few years ago. We were just friends until one day she sent me a picture of the new car she bought. There in the driver seat was Amy, and damn she was hot. I told her as much, and as we talked more, things got more and more personal. It wasn't long before she was telling me her fantasies and I was describing my cock to her, and how much I wanted to make her fantasies a reality. As it turned out, Amy had a dirty little mind and we shared a lot of fantasies. Eventually, we decide to meet in person, for one weekend to act on our impulses. She lived in Detroit, and I lived in Rochester, so we decided to meet for a mutual vacation in Niagara Falls. It was Friday night, and we met outside the restaurant. I had booked us 2 adjacent rooms in the hotel right next door, just in case one of us got cold feet. After ordering our food I asked her how the drive was, if she was tired and so forth. "Well, I'm almost ready for bed, but I'm not tired.", she said with a grin. As the waiter brought our drinks a family sat down at the table next to us, and our conversation cooled down. We ate quietly, but it was obvious we were both hungry for something more. As the waiter took our plates and walked away to get the bill, I slid one room key over to Amy and explained that I'd got two rooms, in case she had changed her mind. I leaned in closer and whispered to her, "this is your room key. The inner door is closed and locked. If you open the door and step into my room, I will own your body for the night to do with as I please. You will no longer be in control and the word 'no' will not stop me from doing whatever perverted things I want with your body. I'm leaving cash on the table to cover the bill and I'm walking over now, alone. I'll be waiting in my room, so the rest is up to you." I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek as I put enough cash to cover the bill on the table and got up. I quickly walked out of the restaurant so nobody would notice the bulge in my pants. As I entered my hotel room, my heart raced. Was this really happening? Would my speech scare her away? As the minutes ticked by, I started to come to the realization that this wasn't going to happen. My cock grew softer as my disappointment grew, when suddenly I heard a gentle knock on the inner door. The handle turned and my jaw almost hit the floor. In walked Amy. She was wearing black lace stockings, a fishnet thong, with a push-up top that basically just displayed her naked tits for me. "Sorry to make you wait, master, but I had trouble getting this all on quickly." she practically whispered, as she stepped forward for me. I stood up and walked over to her. I told her to stand still and look straight ahead as I circled her and inspected her closely. Her panties were already wet, and her nipples stood at attention as her chest heaved in anticipation. Her hands were shaking. I stopped behind her. I pulled her hands behind her back, and slowly pushed each one down in through the top of her panties, like a makeshift restraint. Of course, this strained the panties so that her ass was completely visible and the g-string pulled up against her pussy. I put my hand across the top of the front of her panties and pushed her from behind lightly so that she was doubled over, with her ass sticking out for me. "I'm glad you understand your place today, bitch. I'm going to use your fuck holes as I see fit today, and you will do exactly as I say. Now, pull your dirty panties down around your knees." I told her. She did as I said, trembling. Her tits were no longer contained by her top and hung straight down as I leered at her exposed ass. Her hands were still entwined in her panties which were now around her knees. I walked over to the dresser and pulled out my camera. I knew that Amy would be aroused by this, considering she already sent me pictures of her cunt before. I had the best macro lens on the market and I snapped several extremely close up pictures of her wet pussy and puckered asshole. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and took a few more as she panted before me. "that's a good girl. Now, get on the bed on your back and put your hands through the loops on the headboard." I ordered. Amy immediately complied, stepping out of her panties in the process. I had affixed two headbands to the headboard to restrain Amy for the next thing I had planned. Once Amy was in place i slowly took my clothes off. Amy's gaze was fixed on my cock the entire time. I kneeled in front of her, my hard cock inches from her pussy, as I pulled her left leg up to her left wrist and pushed it through the restraint. I did the same with her other leg, leaving Amy helplessly restrained to the headboard, ass and pussy almost pointed directly at my cock, dripping in anticipation. I retrieved the camera and again took a number of close up shots of her pussy, this time pulling her labia apart to get some very intimate pictures. As the camera clicked I could hear Amy's breathing getting harder, she was obviously enjoying this. I put the camera down and pushed two fingers deep into her pussy and she screamed and bucked against me hand, cumming violently. "Ah, good. That's out of the way. Now I'm going to use your holes for my own pleasure, bitch", I said, as I slid my thumb into her tightly puckered asshole. She squirmed a little and shot me a defiant look, so I slapped her across the face with my free hand. A look of anger came across her face, so I slapped her again. I pulled my other hand from her cunt and ass and grabbed her face by the mouth. "You don't get a say in what I do for the rest of the night, you stupid whore! Remember?" I said matter of factly. With that, I reached down and slapped her left tit hard, right on the nipple. She gasped and I could tell she was not expecting it. I slapped each tit hard several times, until they were flushed and her nipples were hard as pebbles. Her breathing grew heavier and I knew she was close to orgasm again. "You little slut, this is turning you on, isn't it?" I asked. "Yes master! Please beat your little whore! Please! I've been so bad, I deserve it!" she practically screamed. With that I stuck my middle finger into her ass and massaged her g-spot roughly. Within moments her eyes rolled back and she started to shake, and suddenly a stream of liquid shot out of her pussy! She was squirting all over my arm and hand, violently thrashing against me as the pleasure overtook her. "Holy fuck oh my god fuck!FuuCKkk!!!!" she screamed as she soaked the sheets under her ass. I'd had enough of this and couldn't take it any longer as I pulled my finger out of her ass and replaced it with my cock. She was still shaking but I still managed to bury half my cock in her ass before it stopped. Her eyes were wide with fear as I continued to push harder until my balls were up against her and my cock was deep in her ass. I pulled it all the way out as she whimpered, and then I stuffed it right back in as she started to tear up. "That's it you fucking slut. I want to make it hurt, I want you to feel pain from my pleasure. I'm going to enjoy fucking your ass while I watch the pain in your eyes." I said coldly. With that I started fucking her ass in earnest. I watched her eyes stare back at me with shame and lust as I pounded her ass like a cheap whore. When I was ready to cum I asked her, "Where should I cum, whore? On your tits? Maybe in your hair? Or your pussy?" Her eyes got wide with that last suggestion, but I wasn't interested in cumming in any of those places. "I think I'll just cum in your ass, so you can feel it slowly drip out, you fucking bitch!", I shouted as I pushed deep one last time and shot torrent after torrent of cum up her ass. When I was finished I pulled my cock out and stood over top of her. My cock was still covered in cum, and I let it drip onto her face and tits as I reached over and grabbed the camera for a few more pictures of her humiliation. She looked up at me and said, "Thank you master." As I untied her she smiled at me and said, "Next time, don't go so easy on me ok?" Amy and I Pick Up Ebony Stripper Although safe sex is not mentioned in my story for creative purposes, rest assured that we always use protection. The remainder of the story is true with the exception that names have been changed to protect the naughty. I would also like to take the time to thank those of you who have left me some very encouraging and helpful comments regarding previous stories. I hope you enjoy this story and feel free to leave me a message if you like. ---------------------------------------- Amy and I are 28 years old and have been married for only a year but have been together for nearly 11 years. She stands 5'5", weighs 135lbs, long blonde hair and eyes that change from blue to green depending on her mood. She has a lovely set of 36C breasts, a nice round ass and legs to die for. Everywhere she goes she turns heads and she lives to flirt with both men and women. Amy possesses the friendliest personality and is very confident in her sexuality. This confidence has permitted both of us to live out many of our fantasies including swapping, wife sharing, orgies, and both MMF and FFM threesomes. We love to go to strip clubs together and share lap dances from a variety of the sexy dancers. After our nights spent watching beautiful young women take off their clothes we usually go home and have sex until the wee hours of the morning. On this particular night we set out for a different club than the one we usually visit. One of the main problems with strip clubs is that on most nights the girls are the same and tonight we were hoping to see some new faces. We selected a club that was close to our house but that we had never been to. Amy dressed in a pair of snug fitting dress pants that showed off her perfect ass and a low cut top which revealed an ample amount of cleavage. I wore my usual black cords and red dress shirt that Amy liked so much. We called a taxi and enjoyed each others' company as we waited to arrive at the club. "I hope there are some sexy women there tonight" Amy exclaimed. She continued, "I have been wanting another lap dance since that hot blonde danced for us last time. She was so hot and feeling her naked body got me so turned on!" I watched my wife slowly glide her hand across her chest, her nipples visibly hard beneath her thin shirt. "Maybe you will get your first taste of pussy tonight" I prodded, "licking your fingers after they have been inside a hot strippers snatch!" Our naughty banter continued and in no time at all the cab stopped and we realized that we were in front of the strip club. We paid the driver and strolled into the club hoping that we had chosen a decent location. The first thing that we noticed when we entered was that the club had a separate room on the side of the stage for smoking. Since it was a chilly night it was going to be nice to not have to exit the club for a cigarette. We found some seats a few feet from the stage and sat down before ordering two drinks from our waitress. Amy and I surveyed the club and the dancers before deciding that it was a good spot to spend the evening. We started a tab and began to down quite a few drinks while chatting and watching the various strippers perform. One of my favourite things regarding strip clubs is that even if the dancer is ugly or just boring to watch, at least the music is usually my style. The dancer on the stage fell into the boring category as she wasn't dancing but just sort of walking from one side of the stage to the other. "She looks like a lost zombie" my wife joked. Amy and I burst into laughter as her terrible performance continued. " She has got to be the worst we have ever seen" I added. Amy and I sat in disappointment through the first four or five dancers that hit the stage before one finally caught our attention. She was a very sexy looking black girl with an excellent body. She moved her firm body to the beat of the music and looked like she was really having a great time. About half way through the black woman's performance Amy leaned over and said that she thought the girl looked familiar and I had to agree. Neither of us could place where we had seen her before as we watched her show and attempted to figure it out. The dancer soon ended her routine and was replaced on stage by an average looking brunette with huge fake breasts. Another pet peeve that Amy and I have about strip clubs is that the dancers rarely approach couples for lap dances. In our opinion, if the couple is comfortable enough to enter the club then they should be treated like any other patron and be offered private dances. We were pleasantly surprised when a dancer approached our table and sat down next to Amy. With a very strong accent she introduced herself as Natasha and chatted with us for a while. She asked the same questions that are always asked of us; "Where are you from?", "Do you come here often?" and of course "Would you like a private dance?". My wife and I politely answered all of her questions but declined her invitation to the back room. Before Natasha left our table Amy asked where the ladies room was located. The dancer informed Amy that the only women's washroom was in the change room that the strippers used and offered to escort her back there. Amy followed Natasha around the corner and out of sight leaving me alone to watch the silicon filled brunette. While my wife was gone I was confronted by numerous dancers in search of somebody to pay for a private show. Of the three that approached me only one, Star, was even remotely attractive and I talked with her for quite a while. She must have sensed that I was interested because she sat in my lap and placed her arm around my shoulder. Almost immediately upon her settling into my lap my wife returned from the bathroom and took her seat across the table from my new friend and I. "Hi there, I am Jack's wife Amy." Slightly surprised Star replied "Sorry, I thought he was alone. I didn't mean to intrude." Amy told her not to worry and insisted that she join us for a drink. I ordered a shot for the two ladies and another rye and coke for myself. While we waited for the drinks Amy and I questioned Star as to why the dancers were so reluctant to come up to couples. "In many cases the female is uncomfortable and is only there to appease her man" Star relayed. In a bold move, Amy told Star to inform the rest of the dancers that we were open to them joining us and that we often shared a few lap dances throughout the night. The ladies then downed their shooters that had arrived during our conversation and Star left us, stating that she was due on stage. I assumed that Star must have let the rest of the dancers know about us because for the next half hour or so we were bombarded by requests for lap dances. We politely turned them all down until the black stripper that we had seen on stage earlier approached us. She looked even better up close than she did while performing. She was about 5'6", 120lbs, perky 34B's, round booty and had her navel and tongue pierced. Amy almost immediately announced that we were game and we were escorted into the V.I.P. lounge. The three of us sat down in one of the many booths with "Fantasy" between my wife and I. Amy and I were both eager to find out where we had seen her before so we questioned her about where she was from and where else she worked. It turned out that she used to dance at our regular club and that she vaguely remembered us as well. We made formal introductions and chatted for a while, mainly about our marriage and our great sex life. Samantha, the dancers real name, joked about how she recalled us spending a lot of time and money with one of her friends at the other strip club and told us that her companion said she had a great time with us. With that said, Samantha stood and began to gently sway to the next song as Amy and I moved toward each other until our thighs met. We watched intently while Sam began to peel off her top, exposing her perfectly round breasts which were topped with small dark nipples. "You have a fantastic body" I told Sam. "And you are very beautiful" Amy added. Sam responded by grabbing each of our hands and placing them on her chest. I gently squeezed her breast and rolled her nipple between my thumb and index finger while Amy did the same to the other. All of a sudden, Samantha twirled around and moved beyond the range of our hands. She bent at the waist and wrapped her hands around one of her ankles, placing her shapely ass on display for me and my wife. I glanced at Amy and noticed that her eyes were fixed to Sam's ass as it swayed in the air. I leaned over and whispered in my wife's ear, "you chose the perfect dancer to join us tonight. She is hot and looks really tasty" I said, hinting at our conversation from the cab. Just before I pulled away I kissed the nape of her neck, which always sent shivers down her spine, hoping to arouse her more than she already was. I settled back into my seat in anticipation of what I expected to be a fantastic show. When I returned my attention to Sam she had now reached between her legs and was rubbing her pussy through her barely there panties. She then retracted her hand and spun around to face us yet again. Bringing her hand to her mouth, Sam provocatively placed her finger between her lips and swirled her tongue around her digit. As I observed Samantha performing felatio on her slender finger I imagined what her luscious lips would feel like wrapped around my rapidly hardening member. I shifted in my seat, attempting to create room for my growing erection, which didn't go un-noticed by my wife. She looked down at my crotch and giggled when she saw the tent that had formed. Samantha obviously noticed my predicament as well, "That's okay, I tend to have that effect on people." she joked while patting my bulge. Both girls had a good laugh at my expense but I knew it was all in fun. I pretended like I was upset and stormed off to the washroom, making sure that they knew I was joking before I left. Sam and Amy were laughing hysterically as I went around the corner in search of the can. Once I was done in the bathroom I started to head back to our booth, stopping for another round of drinks on the way. I carried the drinks into the back room and rejoined my party. While I was gone, Sam apparently took it upon herself to assure that Amy was adequately entertained. My wife was leaning back in her seat as Sam straddled her legs and was dragging her perky breasts across Amy's face. With each swipe I could see that Sam's erect nipples were grazing Amy's lips and occasionally my wife would allow her tongue to tease Samantha's buds. I placed the drinks on the table and sat down a few feet away from my wife, making sure I could view the show without interrupting. Neither of the girls seemed to notice that I had returned as they continued with their erotic display. Sam appeared to be the one forcing the action, " Do you mind if I touch you? she asked as her hands reached for Amy's soft breasts. She massaged my wife's tits for a moment before snaking her hands inside Amy's top. I saw my wife's head lean back against the wall as she enjoyed the feel of our stripper's hands fondling her tits. "Oh god, that feels so good" Amy gasped. I slithered a little closer to Amy, in hopes of catching a glimpse of Sam's hands playing with my wife's light pink nipples. Samantha saw me moving closer and looked at me with a quizzical stare. I gathered that Sam was looking to me for permission to free my wife's jugs from their cloth confines. Not wanting to speak for Amy, I shrugged my shoulders and motioned for Sam to ask Amy if it was alright. Instead of checking with my wife, Sam yanked Amy's shirt down which exposed her large breasts for everyone to see. Amy's head snapped forward in disbelief at what had just taken place. She reached for her breasts and covered them with her hands while surveying the room to see if anybody had noticed. She was glad to see that all of the people in the V.I.P. area were either watching what was happening on the stage or were involved with their own private dance. She let out a sigh of relief as she attempted to cram her mounds back into her top. Sam interrupted her, " I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. They feel so good and I was hoping I could get a quick taste." After looking around again Amy reluctantly agreed to Sam's proposition. Not giving my wife a chance to change her mind, Sam quickly dipped her head and took a nipple into her mouth. I looked on as Amy's eyes closed from the pleasure Sam's lips and tongue were providing. I tilted Amy's head toward me and kissed her gently while Samantha continued to suckle at her tits. I started to caress my wife's thigh as our kiss became deeper and more passionate. Amy was soon moaning into my mouth and squirming in her seat, obviously loving the sensation of two mouths touching her simultaneously. Samantha and I seemed to have the same thing in mind because when I moved my hand up Amy's thigh to her crotch I was pleased to find Sam's hand already caressing my wife's covered pussy. I placed my hand over Sam's and guided it along Amy's slit, demonstrating to the stripper how my wife liked having her twat played with. I pulled my lips away from my wife's and lowered my head to share her nipples with Sam. We licked at her breasts in tandem, brushing our tongue together quite often. At one point Sam and I ended up locked in a sloppy kiss with one of my wife's nipples between our lips. The stud in her tongue felt wonderful as it traced the inside of my mouth, I could only imagine how great it felt on Amy's tits. Knowing that she was completely enthralled with the attention she was currently receiving, I took a risk and decided to snake my hand into Amy's pants. I could feel the warmth of her pussy as my hand meandered further. I traced my index finger along her slit and found that she was already wet enough for my finger to easily slide inside her snatch. She let out an audible gasp as my digit invaded her box while I thumbed her hard clit. As I finger banged my wife, Samantha stood and straddled her legs before lowering herself until their crotches sandwiched my hand between them. Sam began to grind her pussy into the back of my hand which caused me to push deeper into Amy. My wife started to buck her hips wildly and was soon moaning out her first orgasm of the night. "Please don't stop, I'm cummi....", Sam darted her tongue into Amy's mouth, muffling the sounds of her lengthy orgasm. "I can't believe I came so hard in the middle of the club" Amy blushed as she came back to earth. I slipped my hand from her pants and brought it toward my mouth. "Share that with me" Sam pleaded before licking my cream covered fingers. "Your pussy is so sweet" Sam whispered to Amy. "I hope I can get a first hand taste later!" The dancer cleaned my wife's juices from my finger before pressing her lips to Amy's and darting her tongue into my wife's mouth. "I need to go to the little girls room" I overheard Sam whisper to Amy. "Would you like to join me?" My wife stood on her shaky legs and grasped Samantha's hand, "Sure do. I think he could use a little break" Amy said as she flashed me a mischievous smile. The ladies strutted away from me as I watched their asses bounce out of sight. I leaned back in my seat and watched the dancer that was performing on stage while I imagined what my wife and her chocolate skinned friend were up to in the washroom. Shortly after my women disappeared the waitress returned and asked if I wanted another drink as last call was rapidly approaching. "I'll have a rye and coke, a vodka & cranberry and two sex on the beach shooters please" I requested while looking her over. "It looked like your lady was enjoying herself" the waitress winked before walking back to the bar. I sat alone for quite some time, sipping slowly at my drink, while I waited for my wife and dancer to return. Last call was announced over the sound system before there was any sign of the girls. My mind raced and my cock twitched as I daydreamed about what Amy and Sam could be doing for so long in the ladies room. I was quickly brought back to reality when my wife returned to our booth without Samantha. "Ready for some really private entertainment?" she beamed as she sat down in my lap. "Sam is going to come party with us at our place!" We downed our drinks and made our way to the front door where Samantha was to meet us after she changed into her street clothes. "What happened while you two were in the washroom?" I inquired as we lingered near the exit. Amy lifted her hand to my face and traced a finger across my lips. I parted my lips with the tip of my tongue expecting to taste my wife's tangy nectar from her digit but what I tasted was certainly not my wife. "Mmmm, what do we have here?" I asked as I licked the length of my wife's slim finger. "Doesn't Samantha's pussy taste delicious" Amy interjected before kissing me deeply. As our tongues danced I could taste the unmistakeable flavour of Sam's pussy on my wife's lips. Our kiss was interrupted when I felt somebody's hand grab my ass. I turned to see Samantha standing behind me staring lustily at my sexy wife. "Wow, you look even better now than you did in your dancing outfit" I complimented her. Her tight jeans hugged her round booty and her nipples were clearly visible through the flimsy material of her t-shirt. "Thanks, you're such a sweetheart" she said genuinely prior to giving me a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Let's get going, I want to keep partying" my wife stated while grabbing our hands and leading us out of the club and into a cab. All three of us piled into the back seat of the cab with Samantha squeezed between my wife and I. The instant the cab started to move the women began to make out as I looked on in amazement. Sam reached back and placed her tiny hand in between my legs, feeling my rigid cock through my pants. She wasn't playing with it as much as she seemed to be inspecting it for length and girth. "Your husband has a very nice cock" she admitted to Amy before resuming their lip lock and fondling my member. I reached between the two women and cupped Sam's firm tits in my hands, "and you have magnificent tits" I relayed, "and you smell great too." I tilted my head in to inhale her intoxicating scent while nibbling on her ear lobe. "My wife certainly seems to like you" I whispered while witnessing Amy's hands explore Sam's entire body as they continued to kiss. We were all having a very good time playing with each other in the backseat of the cab but I knew we all wanted to reach our house desperately. My prayers were finally answered as the taxi pulled up in front of our house. "That will be $18.50, and thanks for the show" the cabbie said as he looked at us in the rear view mirror. He had obviously been observing our sensual display while he drove, "You are one lucky bastard!" he exclaimed with extreme jealousy. I can't argue with that I thought to myself while I admired my two ladies as they crawled across me to exit the cab. I gave each of them a light pat on the ass as they stepped out of the taxi. I paid the driver and followed Sam and Amy to the front door and into the house. I poured the girls a drink and excused myself to go to the washroom, leaving them sitting on the couch in the living room. I went to the can and then made my way upstairs to change into a pair of shorts and t-shirt prior to rejoining the ladies downstairs. By the time I returned they were both finished their cocktails so I offered to mix another. "We are going to go change into something more comfortable while you get us our drinks" my wife informed me, pulling Sam behind her as she made her way to our bedroom. I watched Amy's hand glide past the small of Samantha's back and come to rest on her round booty as they walked up the stairs. I completed the drinks and settled on the couch, anxiously anticipating the ladies' return. Amy and I Pick Up Ebony Stripper "Are you ready for us?" Amy yelled from the top of the stairs. The footsteps grew louder as they made their way from the upper floor to the living room where me and my semi hard cock awaited. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw what the ladies had changed into. Amy led the way wearing my favourite teal green silk and lace negligee that showed off everything she had to offer. Her large breasts peered over top of the lace and the smooth silk hugged her curvy ass as she strutted toward me. "Does this still turn you on?" she asked, taking a seat next to me. "Mmmm, I guess that's my answer", grasping my now rock hard penis which strained against my thin shorts. "If you think I look good, you should see Sam" my wife teased before calling for Samantha to enter the room. My jaw nearly hit the floor when Sam came into view, "Wow, she does look amazing" I admitted, my eyes taking in the ebony beauty in front of me. She was clothed in a white sheer dress which did little to hide her dark body that lay beneath. Her round tits and erect nipples were clearly visible through the flimsy material and her nipple rings glistened in the light. The hem at the bottom of the dress covered just enough of her bald pussy to leave something to the imagination as she moved toward us atop her toned legs. She eased herself down on the carpet with her back to us providing my wife and I with a clear view down the dress at her perky breasts. "Do you guys have any porn we could watch?" the dancer inquired as she stretched her legs out in front of her. I owned plenty of porn so I rose from my seat and looked through my substantial collection. Not in the mood for being subtle, I chose a DVD that contained a wide variety of threesomes and orgies and placed it in the player. I turned on the T.V. and pressed play before making my way back to my seat on the couch next to Amy. The first scene appeared on the big screen and I looked at my wife to gauge her reaction to my selection. "Good choice" she confessed, knowing what the DVD I had picked contained. We silently stared at the television where two busty blonde women were going to town on a very well hung black man. As the scene progressed I could hear that Sam's breathing had quickened, when one of the blondes impaled herself on the thick black rod an audible gasp escaped her lips. My wife and I smiled at each other as we witnessed the sexy dancer's state of arousal increase gradually throughout the initial scene. Seeing that our drinks were nearly finished Amy grabbed our glasses and offered to mix another. As my hot wife walked to the kitchen, Samantha and I both watched her ass sway from side to side as it peeked out from beneath it's silk covering. "The cab driver was right, you are one lucky guy to lay down next to her every night" Sam confirmed, tilting her head back and looking up at me with her sexy green eyes. "You don't need to tell me" I replied while placing my hand on her shoulder. I wanted so badly to lean over and kiss Samantha's full lips but was unsure how my wife would react to me making a move while she wasn't around. "I am so sore from dancing all night, do you mind if Jack rubs my shoulders?" she called out to my wife, sensing my desire to touch her. From the kitchen we heard Amy happily reply "Of course I don't mind, and I doubt he will either!" I snickered at my wife's response, she apparently knew me all too well. Sam scooted over slightly until she was positioned between my legs and I began to work out the knots in her shoulders and neck. I was loving the feel of her soft skin under my fingers as I manipulated the muscles of her back and shoulders. Sam was seemingly enjoying the massage I was bestowing upon her and she released a series of low moans in appreciation. I was so enthralled with the massage that I hadn't noticed my wife return with the drinks until she placed the glasses down in front of us. "Why don't you sit in front of me and I will rub your back?" Sam inquired of my wife. Eager to be touched once again by her new friend, Amy sat down and awaited a massage of her own. "Oh, that feels nice" Amy sighed when Sam's slim fingers came into contact with her tender flesh. While working my wife's neck and shoulders the dancer proceeded to wrap her legs around my wife's waist, permitting Amy access to her perfectly shaped feet. As a person with a mild foot fetish I was completely consumed by the sight of my wife's hands wandering across Sam's pedicured toes. My hands, at some point, became idle on Samantha's shoulders so she tilted her head back between my thighs, "Why did you stop?". With her lovely face staring up at me I snapped out of my trance and resumed what I was doing while still focusing my eyes on Sam's feet. Since Sam's head remained resting between my legs I found it difficult to apply any pressure to her back so I decided to head for new terrain. I manoeuvred my hands to either side of her body and firmly rubbed her arms. As I squeezed her arms her tits were forced together inside their sheer encasement. After admiring her breasts for a moment I looked down and saw that her eyes had closed and a relaxed grin became apparent. Samantha's breathing quickened and her mouth hung open, obviously very content as Amy and I rubbed her simultaneously. Since Sam had stopped massaging my wife, Amy decided to spin around to face the two of us as she continued to manipulate Samantha's sexy feet. When our eyes met I could see that my wife was lusting for Sam as much, if not more, than I was. "She looks so yummy" Amy commented to me, loud enough to ensure that Sam could hear. I watched as Amy rested Sam's feet in her lap before cautiously moving higher up on her legs. My wife made sure to touch every inch of the dancer's toned legs as her hands glided toward Sam's thighs. My fingers were now not so much massaging as they were sensually teasing her chocolate skin from ear to elbow. I was positive that Samantha was enjoying the attention because I could feel her shiver each time I traced my finger along her neck. Looking down, I noticed that she was looking up at me with a naughty grin on her face. "Are you two trying to seduce me?" she asked sarcastically, knowing full well what our intentions were. Her eyes quickly closed again when Amy's hands began to stroke her inner thighs, "Mmm, that feels so nice" she sighed. Now that I was fully certain that Sam was into having some erotic fun with both of us , I grew more daring. Each time my hands glided down her arms I made sure to graze the side of her breasts just enough to let her know that it wasn't a mistake. Out of the corner of my eye I was able to see Amy moving further up her legs until her hands were partially hidden beneath the sheer material of Sam's dress. My wife's fingers traced the surrounding area but never made direct contact with Samantha's pussy. While she teased Sam mercilessly Amy had begun to move her entire body and I was soon clear as to why. When Amy moaned I looked between her legs and saw that Sam's feet had found their way to Amy's snatch, using her toes to fondle my wife's slippery slit. Samantha's painted toes glistened in the light, "your pussy is really wet" Sam panted as her foot pushed against my wife's gash. "You two seem to be having a ton of fun" I observed as both women were evidently consumed with lust for each other. Sometime while I was paying attention to Amy's moist pussy grinding against Sam's lovely foot, my wife had determined that she was done teasing and had plunged two fingers into Sam's twat. Hoping to help Amy bring the dancer to orgasm, I slid the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders and exposed her bare breasts. I soon had a handful of firm tit in each palm which I proceeded to fondle aggressively as she squirmed under our touch. Sam's whole body shuddered and she cried out in orgasm, "That's it bitch, fuck me with your fingers. Oh god, I'm cumming!" With my hands still firmly planted on her tits and her nipples pinched between my fingers, it took every ounce of strength I had to hold her in place as her body thrashed from our combined assault. Samantha started to come down from her sexual high but Amy relentlessly maintained a vigorous pace, bringing Sam to a second consecutive climax which proved to be much more intense than the first. I was unable to hold her still when she began to spasm uncontrollably, bucking her hips wildly into Amy's pumping fingers. Incapable of tolerating any more arousal, Sam reached down and grasped my wife's wrist, "please stop, I can't take it anymore!" Knowing how sensitive her own pussy became after a very powerful orgasm my wife reluctantly withdrew her sticky fingers from Sam's snatch, allowing her recover from back to back climaxes. "Her cum tastes so sweet, Honey", my wife relayed as she strutted down the hall toward the bathroom, licking her fingers along the way. Once Amy was out of sight I looked down at Samantha who sat exhausted at my feet. My hands had remained attached to her breasts the entire time and I tweaked her nipples to gain her attention. She looked up at me with her sparkling green eyes, a satisfied grin spanned from ear to ear. "Your wife is amazing, I haven't cum like that in ages" she commented, "and she is really sexy for a white chick." Slightly taken aback by her last remark I asked if she had ever had sex with a white couple before. "I have been with a few white girls from the club before but I have never even seen a white guys cock" she admitted. Upon hearing this, my cock jumped inside my shorts, anxious for the opportunity to be the first Caucasian to penetrate her ebony pussy. "I have fantasized about being with a black woman for years so I guess we are both virgins" I joked, eliciting a giggle from the equally inexperienced dancer. "I have a feeling that we are both far from being virgins" she quipped. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers for a brief moment before whispering in her ear, "I couldn't have asked for a sexier woman to fulfill my fantasy with!" Our lips met once again, this time our mouths parted allowing our tongues to entwine in a sensual kiss. My hands trailed down her body as I enjoyed the feel of her taut stomach prior to finding her bald mound between her outstretched legs. I was shocked at how smooth and soft her pussy felt beneath my wandering hands. Samantha moaned into my mouth when my fingers spread her dark pussy lips, revealing her pink crevice. "Well, you guys seem to be getting along fine, don't you?" my wife noted as she interrupted my exploration of Sam's wetness. Samantha immediately broke our kiss as she nervously struggled to spit out an explanation as to what we were doing. Amy was quick to relieve Sam's tension, "Don't let me stop you, I love watching my husband in action!" Convinced that my wife was okay with us having some fun together, Sam hopped to her feet and asked Amy to put on some dancing music. When the first beat surged from the stereo Samantha transformed back into "Fantasy" and she started a very special strip tease for me in my own living room. Amy took up a seat next to me, just as she had while we were in the club earlier, and watched Sam sensually sway in front of us. Within the confines of our own house Amy and I were permitted to be much more brazen with both our comments and actions. "Look at this round booty" my wife stated as she reached out and grabbed a fistful of dark flesh. Samantha bent at the waist allowing Amy total access to her behind and giving us a glimpse of her camel toe which protruded from between her thighs. "I bet her pussy is soaked from all of the attention we have given her" I said as I lightly patted her mound from the rear. We continued to grope Sam's body and make lewd comments while she teasingly danced before us. Samantha wasted little time in removing the sheer dress that partially hid her toned frame and tossed it at my head. The sheer covering landed atop my head and draped across my face, allowing me to inhale her intoxicating scent that had infiltrated the flimsy material. I pulled the dress from my head and flung it across the room just in time to witness Sam straddle my wife. Amy's tongue dangled from her mouth as Samantha mashed her tits into my wife's waiting face while grinding her bare pussy into Amy's lap. My two ladies were soon locked in a passionate embrace, their hands roaming all over each others' bodies. I saw Amy lean close and whisper something to the dancer which caused Sam to smile mischievously. "I would love to" Sam responded "but first, I want to see you get naked." Without any hesitation Amy slipped out of her clothes and revealed her breasts to Sam and I. Samantha immediately dove for Amy's tits and hungrily sucked her nipples into her mouth. My wife let out an audible gasp when Sam began to flick her steel studded tongue across her erect nipples. "That feels great sweetie but we had an agreement" and Amy pushed Sam away. I watched intently, curious as to what was in store for us next, as Sam stood and resumed her sensual dance routine. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled across our living room, her round ass swaying behind her. Every time she passed in front of either Amy or I we would give her ass a spank or caress her exposed pussy. "Alright Sam, I want to see my show now" Amy said while patting my crotch, inviting Sam to join me. Sam crawled over between my feet and looked up at me innocently. Her eyes trailed down my body until she stopped to focus on the large bulge that had formed in my shorts. "Looks like somebody is enjoying themselves" Sam observed as she ran her delicate hands over my covered shaft. She slowly raised up, gliding her face, tits and stomach against my member before settling into my lap. With her bald pussy directly above my cock she lowered herself until my shaft was nestled against her mound. Once she was situated comfortably I was treated to the best lap dance imaginable and since we were no longer in the club this dance was much more personal. Sam cupped both of her breasts in her hands and fed me her stiff nipples one at a time. I toyed with her stiff nipples and fondled her tight booty as she ground her pussy against my rigid cock. My attention was torn away from Samantha momentarily when I heard a low moan coming from next to me. I glanced over at my wife to find that she had one leg draped over the arm of the couch and was feverishly playing with her spread pussy. "How's your lap dance going?" Amy inquired while maintaining constant contact with her wet snatch. "It's excellent. Looks like you are doing pretty well yourself!" I replied, watching as she slipped a finger inside her pussy. Sam had begun to focus on my wife as well, "her pussy looks so sexy" she complimented just before rising from my lap. I reached down to adjust my cock which had become lodged between my stomach and the waistband of my shorts and found that Sam's pussy had left a damp spot on my crotch. "We had better take these off before they get soaked" Samantha suggested with a wink as she knelt in front of me and hooked her fingers into the waist of my shorts. She gradually pulled my shorts down over my cock, which jutted into the air, and bunched them around my ankles. "Ready for the second half of your dance?" Sam asked, knowing full well that I was eager to find out what she was going to do now. Before I was able muster a response she spun around and pressed her ass into my manhood. She started to swivel her hips around as my cock lay sandwiched between the globes of her ass. The friction caused by her wonderful booty rubbing my penis was starting to really heat me up and I soon found myself thrusting my hips in time with her movements. Much to my chagrin Sam suddenly stopped and lifted her ass slightly. My disappointment was quickly squashed when she took hold off my shaft and sat back down, placing my cock between her thighs causing my head to nestle against her moist twat. She leaned back into my chest giving me an unobstructed view of her perky tits as she began to ever so slightly buck her hips. Each time she moved I could feel the wetness of her pussy gliding along the shaft of my cock. Tired of not being able to fully witness what was going on Amy withdrew her sticky finger from her pussy and slithered off the couch and in between Sam's feet. My wife pulled Sam's knees apart slightly, giving her a clear view as my shaft slid along the dancer's pussy lips. Amy inched forward until I could feel her warm breath caressing my cock, "looks like you're making her wet" she observed as she gently pulled my cock out of her line of sight. My wife gazed at Sam's excited pussy while lightly stoking my cock with her skilled hand. Aroused by the sight of my wife's face just inches away from a dark, wet pussy I whispered into Sam's ear, "I think she wants to taste your pussy, why don't you lend a hand?" I urged. Sam gladly took the hint, grasping a handful of Amy's hair and forcing her closer. Samantha gasped when my wife's mouth made contact with her impatient cunt for the first time. "Eat my pussy" Sam cried out as Amy went to work enthusiastically. Almost immediately I felt Samantha's body begin to shudder as a fierce orgasm ripped through her. I reached my arms around her slim body and pinched her nipples while Amy plunged her tongue deep into Sam's gash. "Don't stop, please don't stop" Sam begged, "I'm going to cum again!" Sam let out a primal grunt at the onset of a second climax, writhing in ecstasy while I struggled to hold her in place. Sam finally released her grip on Amy's hair and my wife pulled away slightly, just enough to inhale deeply. When I looked down at Amy I was greeted by the sexiest sight I have ever seen in my life. Her mouth and chin were smeared with Sam's juices and she was staring up at me with lust filled eyes. "You look so fucking hot, get up here and share that with me" I demanded of my messy wife. Amy jumped to her feet and straddled both Sam and I before engaging me in a sloppy, cum soaked kiss. I moaned into her mouth, devouring as much of Sam's sweet honey as I could. Samantha joined us and we were soon locked in a three-way kiss, sharing her cum between all of us. Upon successfully cleansing Amy's face, we broke off the kiss and my wife slipped back to the floor. She resumed pumping my cock in her fist, "I got her nice and wet for you, honey, it's about time you fill her with this big cock of yours!" Amy wrapped her lips around my shaft and took my cock deep into her throat until her nose tickled my stomach. "Are you ready to get fucked?" I asked of Sam, desperate to feel her pussy impaled on my cock. "Fill me with that white cock" Sam commanded while lifting herself off of my lap. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock, pulling it free from Amy's mouth, and placed it at the entrance to her canal. With one swift motion Sam sank herself onto my cock, "Mmmm, you feel so good inside me!" she groaned. She bounced on my cock, her tight pussy firmly clenching my shaft, as I watched her chocolate ass jiggle each time she slammed down against me. I grabbed her narrow hips and assisted her in riding my throbbing dick. I soon felt her pussy start to contract, tipping me off that she was on the verge of yet another orgasm. "Eat her pussy while I fuck her" I ordered my wife, who was watching us intently. "Make her cum again so I can feel it!" Amy hungrily sucked Sam's protruding clit into her mouth causing the dancer to spasm around my member. Samantha coated my cock with her juices while screaming out in pleasure, "Oh my god, that's it, fuck me hard and suck on my clit!" Sam rode me all the way through her climax before finally settling down with my cock buried deep inside her dripping snatch. I could feel her cum leaking from her pussy and trickling over my balls as her tight pussy continued to grip and release my cock. My wife dipped her head lower and proceeded to lick Sam's juice from my balls, causing my cock to twitch inside the dancer. Samantha climbed off of me and collapsed next to me on the couch, trying to recover from her multiple climaxes. I looked down at her pussy, astonished at the contrast of her pink insides versus her dark mound. I reached over and spread her lips wide, admiring her beautiful pinkness for a moment while I thumbed her sensitive clit. Amy and I Pick Up Ebony Stripper My admiration of her pussy was short lived as I was beckoned by Amy who had moved onto her hands and knees on the floor, inviting me to enter her from behind. Never one to relinquish an opportunity to pound my sexy wife from the rear, I swiftly scooted behind her with my cock in hand. I rubbed the head of my penis along her slit, lubricating my cock with her moisture, before plunging deep into her tight pussy with one long, fast thrust. I vigorously pumped my cock as hard as I could causing Amy to cry out in bliss, "Fuck me harder, I want to feel you deep inside me!" I pistoned in and out of her snatch for a few minutes, my hips slapping against her ass with each stroke. I soon became aware of that familiar tingle which signalled the near arrival of my own explosion. Not wanting to cum before my horny wife, I pulled out in order to regain my composure. "Please don't stop, I need you to fill me up!" Amy begged, but I knew if I entered her again right away I would lose control. I took a second to glance at Sam and saw that she was intently viewing the show while playing with her pussy. "Why don't you crawl under Amy and eat her pussy while I fuck her" I suggested. Sam arose from the couch and slipped beneath my wife, positioning her face directly under Amy's wet pussy. She grabbed hold of my shaft and fed my cock back into my wife's waiting snatch. The look in her eyes as my thick member penetrated Amy's tight pussy was one of utter joy. Once I was balls deep in my wife again, Sam began to assault her clit and my shaft when I withdrew. Each time I pulled back I could see Sam's hungry eyes peering up at me while she licked Amy's fluid from my shaft. I allowed my entire dick to slip from Amy's pussy and fall into Sam's awaiting mouth. She slurped at my cock as I thrust all the way to the back of her throat, the stud in her tongue gliding along the underside of my shaft. "Put it back in me" my wife pleaded. My cock popped from Sam's mouth and I pushed back into Amy's silky box, grunting as I did so. The pleasure caused by the combination of my cock and Sam's talented mouth was too much for Amy, she started to scream out the arrival of her orgasm. I pummelled her pulsating cunt and Sam sucked and nibbled on her clit as Amy started to thrash between us. She reached between her legs and held Sam's mouth against her pussy while continuing to cum violently. Her orgasm was so intense that my cock was actually forced from her pussy as she sprayed Sam's face with her cream. Sam eagerly lapped up as much of Amy's spurting juice as she could, nearly drowning in the process. When her climax finally subsided my wife collapsed in exhaustion atop Sam's chocolate body. I leaned back, attempting to take in the sight before me and recoup some energy. Sam then pushed Amy off of her and climbed onto the couch, laying on her back with her legs spread wide. "That was so hot, I want you to fuck me again." I wasn't about to pass up the chance to feel her velvety box one more time so I crawled between her thighs and rammed my cock into her depths. "I love your white cock" she moaned as I pumped into her pussy. Amy had recovered from her recent explosion and moved over next to me between Sam's legs. Sam rested her leg on Amy's shoulder as I maintained a steady assault on her cunt. "Fill her with your thick cock" Amy urged, obviously turned on by the sight of me fucking another woman while she watched. I made sure not to obstruct Amy's view, wanting her to see my cock slip in and out of this beautiful new pussy. "Cum all over her" my wife suggested when she sensed that I was getting close. I rammed my cock deep into Sam's vice like pussy a few more times before pulling out and erupting on her stomach. Amy took hold of my cock and pumped my shaft with her fist, coaxing every drop from my pulsating member. She aimed my cock at Sam's dark mound causing my cum to splash against her pussy lips. My cock twitched in Amy's hand as jet after jet of hot semen leapt from my tip and landed on our ebony stripper. My white cum looked great as it ran down her dark skin and dripped onto the carpet below. My wife released her grip on my cock and started to massage my spunk into Sam's skin as if it were lotion. When my cum was completely absorbed by Sam's body, Amy and I each climbed atop the couch on either side of Sam and gently caressed her warm body. "Let's go to our room" Amy suggested, "we can get some sleep and do this all over again." We helped Sam to her feet and led her to the bedroom, groping her toned body along the way. The three of us snuggled under the covers as we relaxed after our intense sex session. Sam lay on her back between my wife and I as we both leaned in for a kiss. Sam drifted off to sleep as soon as we broke off our kiss. Amy and I said goodnight to one another and collapsed next to Sam, passing out almost immediately. When we awoke the next morning we picked up right where we had left off and proceeded to fuck each other senseless all day long until Sam had to leave later that evening. Amy and I made love once more that night, both hoping that we would see Sam again sometime very soon. Amy and I Pick Up Partners My sexy wife Amy and I have enjoyed inviting other people into our bed since we started dating 11 years ago. We have had one MFF threesome, three MMF threesomes, a full swap and even a full blown orgy on Amy's 28th birthday. Recently, Amy even fucked a friend of hers while I was at work. For a long time now it has been a fantasy of ours to go to a club, pretend we were two single friends, and each pick-up a partner for the night. We both realized that it would be much easier for Amy to pick up a guy than it would for me to pick up a woman. Amy is such a flirt and no guy would be stupid enough to say no to a night with her. I am a little on the shy side and have some difficulty approaching women. We decided that Amy would help me out once I found a woman that I wanted and then she would seduce whatever man she chose. We picked a night to go out and set some ground rules for our encounters. My wife and I decided that we could chose any person in the club without interference from each other. If she wanted a huge black stud and I wanted a young 21 year old girl then that is what would happen. This may be difficult since Amy would have to talk to the woman that I picked and at least pretend to like her. We would tell anyone we met that we were just really good friends out for a night on the town. As Amy and I dressed for the evening we discussed all of the wonderful possibilities that lie ahead and teased each other mercilessly. By the time we were ready to leave we were both worked up from our conversation and constant petting. We picked a club that was close to where we lived so that we had an excuse at the end of the night to go to our place rather than theirs. We made our way outside to the cab that we had called and rode to the club. We arrived at the club quite early and selected a seat near the entrance. Sitting in this location allowed us to examine the patrons as they entered and create a short list of prospects. We each saw a few people that interested us and decided it was time to go mingle. We chatted up a number of people without much success. As we had been drinking the entire time, Amy had to excuse herself to use the washroom. I told her I would meet her outside in the smoking area when she was done. After watching Amy walk away I strolled outside and lit a cigarette. Just as I was putting my lighter away a very attractive older woman asked for a light. Always the gentleman, I lit her smoke for her and introduced myself. We shook hands and she told me her name was Clair. I learned that she was at the club with a couple of girlfriends and that she had recently moved to the area. Clair, who I estimated to be in her late 30's, had a fabulous body for her age. She stood 5'8", about 130lbs, with long tanned legs and a very nice set of B cup breasts. We continued to chat while having our smoke and I made up my mind that Clair was a definite possibility for later on. Still immersed in conversation with Clair, I didn't notice Amy walk up behind me. Amy playfully wrapped her arm around me and asked who my new friend was. I introduced Clair to my "roommate" and excused myself to grab drinks for the three of us. As per our plan, leaving my wife with Clair would give her a chance to relay what a wonderful guy I was which would in turn make my task much easier. When I returned with the drinks I saw that Amy and Clair were laughing hysterically. I inquired as to what was so funny but they wouldn't divulge anything. I was just happy to see them getting along so I let it go. After talking for quite a while I asked the ladies if they wanted to hit the dance floor. Clair quickly accepted but Amy said that she wanted to have another smoke and told us to go enjoy ourselves. As Clair and I walked away, I looked over my shoulder at Amy and witnessed her give me a wink. I knew that this meant that my wife had made me look really good to my new friend and that she approved of my choice. I assumed that she had stayed behind in order to find herself a companion for the night. When Clair and I reached the dance floor, we moved to the music together and got to know each other better. While we danced I saw that Clair kept looking past me and smiling. Curious to find out who she was focussing on, I turned around and saw two women standing on the edge of the dance floor smiling and waving at Clair. I guessed that these were the friends that Clair had come to the club with. I told Clair to invite them to join us and she did just that. As her friends approached I noticed that they were both very attractive women, roughly the same age as Clair. I was soon surrounded by three gorgeous women who were shaking their near perfect bodies to the beat of the loud music. Clair's friends began to grind with each other leaving Clair and I to do the same. She moved in front of me and gyrated her hips against mine which caused my cock to stir in my pants. Trying to hide my arousal, I moved slightly away from her sexy ass only to have her turn around and pull me really close again. Her strong arms held me close as she resumed her teasing dance. She mentioned to me that she was glad I was having a good time, letting me know that she felt my now fully erect shaft against her stomach. Now confident that she was as interested in me as I was in her, I reached my arm around her and placed my hand on the small of her back. I whispered in her ear that I thought she was one of the sexiest women I had ever met as I allowed my hand to trail down to her firm ass. I gave her butt a few squeezes before asking her if she wanted to go get a drink and have another smoke. She agreed and we walked off the dance floor with our arms around each other. Just as we were about to exit the dance floor I saw Amy dancing with a large group of guys. My sexy wife was grinding her ass against the crotch of one of the guys while the others looked on. I stopped for a moment to enjoy my wife's slutty performance. Clair mentioned that it looked as if Amy was having a great time and added how she thought Amy was a very beautiful woman. Clair then took my hand and guided me toward the smoking area. Once we were outside, we found a couple of seats in the corner and sat to rest from our dancing session. Clair placed her long legs in my lap and we each lit a cigarette. I started to gently rub her calf as we talked and flirted. We were soon joined by my wife and Tony, the guy she was dancing with earlier. He was about the same age as Amy and I but looked younger. Tony was 6'2", 190lbs and appeared to keep himself in good shape. As he stood next to my wife, I noticed that he could barely keep his hands off her and she was doing nothing to stop him. Watching another man grope my wife while I sat right in front of her was a huge turn on and the bulge in my pants proved it. Clair must have spotted my growing member because she shifted her legs in my lap until she was casually massaging my shaft with her thigh. Amy jokingly asked if we wanted to be alone to which Clair replied that she didn't mind an audience. We all got a good laugh from this as my wife and I continued to be fondled by our current partners. The four of us spent most of the night together and seemed to all get along famously. When the DJ announced last call we decided to get a drink and hit the dance floor one last time. As always the songs slowed down and we paired off for a few slow dances before calling it a night. Clair and I held each other very close and sensually swayed to the music while Amy and Tony did the same. Shortly after we began dancing I felt Clair's warm mouth graze my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Clair proceeded to kiss and lick my neck while we danced, again causing my cock to stiffen. This time however, I didn't try to hide my arousal. Instead, I pushed my hips forward and ensured that Clair could feel my hardness. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her even closer, mashing her tits into my chest. I took a second to glance over at Amy and saw that she was locked in a deep kiss with Tony while his hands roamed freely over her breasts. Watching my wife allow a stranger to explore her body openly in the midst of a large crowd had me harder than stone. When the final song ended Amy and I invited Clair and Tony back to "her" place for a few more drinks. They happily accepted and we exited the club to hail a cab. During the short ride home Amy and I continued to play around with our new partners. At one point I saw that Tony had lowered Amy's top and was sucking on her protruding nipple. My wife's head was tilted back as she enjoyed Tony's attention. I turned back to Clair and was immediately greeted with a very passionate kiss. Her tongue snaked into my mouth as she trailed her hand down to my crotch. Clair used her flat palm to massage my shaft from base to tip. I reached out and cupped my hand over her perfect breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and index finger. Clair moaned into my mouth and wrapped her fist around my cock. She started to pump her hand up and down until I was on the brink of cumming. Just as I was about to explode the cab stopped and the driver announced that we were at our destination. Clair removed her hand and Tony pulled up Amy's top, much to our disappointment. Our new friends exited the taxi first while Amy and I settled the fare. We took this opportunity to wish each other luck and swiftly headed for our building. We entered our apartment and told Clair and Tony to make themselves at home while we prepared drinks. Not wanting them to feel uncomfortable, my wife and I hurried back with four cocktails. Amy took a seat on the couch next to Tony while I sat on the loveseat with Clair. We sipped on our drinks and chatted with our respective partners. Clair and I talked about everything from our hobbies to group sex. I learned that she was recently divorced and had moved to get away from her ex-husband. I also found out that she had never been with more than one person at a time but that the idea had always interested her. Just as our conversation got really interesting I noticed Amy stand up and offer to show Tony the rest of her place. She led Tony by the hand down the hall toward the washroom and bedrooms. They soon disappeared around the corner and I returned my attention to Clair. I scooted closer to her and placed my hand on her knee. We picked up our chat about sex as we cuddled on the loveseat. Clair had draped her legs across mine and I asked if she would like a foot rub. She said that that would be great as her feet were sore from all of the dancing she had done. I excused myself to retrieve some lotion from the bathroom and made my way down the hall. I was careful to be as quiet as possible, hoping to catch my wife in a compromising position. As I walked past the spare bedroom I witnessed Amy and Tony seated at the computer viewing some sexy pictures of Amy had taken of herself. Amy was sitting in Tony's lap and I could see that she was slowly shifting her weight, causing her ass to grind into his crotch. As much as I wanted to stay and watch my wife seduce another man, I wanted to get back to Clair even more. I found the lotion and strolled back to my "date" who had moved over to the couch in order to give us more room. I sat at one end of the couch and requested that Clair lay down on her stomach and place her feet in my lap. As I poured some lotion into my hands Clair re-positioned herself. I took one of her feet in my hands and began to lightly rub her entire foot. I knew I was doing a good job when I heard a low moan escape her mouth. As I worked on her first foot her second started to play with my crotch. For a guy with a mild foot fetish it was absolutely wonderful to explore one beautiful foot while another massaged my cock. When I decided that I was finished with her first foot I lowered it into my lap and placed it against my shaft while taking her other foot into my hands. I massaged her second foot until my hands began to tire. When I was done rubbing foot number two I let it drop into my lap and started to caress her legs. My hands slowly made their way up her toned legs until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I kneaded her thighs for a moment, surprised at how firm they were, before flipping her skirt up until her ass was completely revealed. Clair turned her head to look at me over her shoulder while I admired her round cheeks. I complimented her on her fabulous lower body, adding that I hoped the top half was as impressive. She teasingly suggested that I find out for myself and rolled over onto her back. She started to trace her hands across her chest while shooting me an evil grin. I manoeuvred myself until I was straddling her hips and staring down at her pretty face. Reaching down I pulled her hands away from her chest and replaced them with my own. I fondled her through her top for a moment before slowly peeling her shirt over her head and removing her bra. I was stunned at the sight of her perfectly round tits. Clair's pink nipples stuck out proudly from her chest, begging to be sucked. I craned my neck until I was able to take her nipple into my mouth. I flicked my tongue across one nipple while pinching the other between my fingers. I soon had Clair writhing beneath me and moaning loudly as I played with her tits. I was then startled by a giggle that came from the other side of the room. Apparently, Clair's moaning had drown out the sound from Amy and Tony returning to the living room. I looked over at the loveseat and saw the two of them intently watching Clair and I. I also noticed that sometime during their absence they both lost their shirts. My wife's tits were exposed and Tony's strong chest was bare. Clair noticed that we had company as well but didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, she whispered to me that she had always wanted to perform in front of an audience. Wanting to make my new friend happy I decided to grant her wish. I got up and pulled Clair to her feet, showing her off in front of Tony and my wife. Standing behind her, I slid Clair's skirt down around her ankles, leaving her completely nude from head to toe. I heard Tony and Amy both comment on how sexy Clair was as they gazed at her naked figure. If Clair had children she would definitely be considered a MILF. I reached around and cupped her tits from behind, holding them on display for Amy and Tony. I quietly asked if she liked showing her body to strangers and she replied with another moan. Amy asked if she could see Clair's ass so I spun her around until her back was facing them. Tony whistled loudly when he saw Clair's bottom for the first time. My wife responded to Tony's gesture by rising and removing her own skirt. She bent at the waist and waved her ass just inches from Tony's face, demonstrating that her ass was just as nice as Clair's, if not better. Not able to resist temptation, Tony leaned forward and pinched Amy's ass between his teeth. Amy lunged forward in surprise, nearly bumping into Clair. Both women reached out to grab one another to prevent one or both from falling down. As luck would have it, their hands came to rest on the other ladies' chest. Clair immediately pulled her hands back but Amy allowed hers to linger for a moment, squeezing Clair's globes gently. Amy eventually removed her hands from Clair's tits and moved toward Tony. She sat down in his lap and asked if he enjoyed seeing her touch another woman's tits. Tony admitted to liking what he saw but also stated that he wanted her all to himself. Flattered by his gesture, Amy leaned down and pressed her lips to his, thanking him for his kindness. The two of them were soon locked in a very deep kiss and their hands began to roam over each others' bodies. Still standing behind Clair, I reached my arm around her waist and began to trace the tip of my finger along her slit as we watched the show in front of us. Using my other hand, I tilted her face in my direction and kissed her cheek softly. I asked her if she was enjoying the action unfolding before us. Clair spread her thighs slightly and pushed my finger into her wet pussy. My finger slid so easily into her tight hole that I knew she was extremely turned on. I pulled her into me and fell back onto the couch, keeping my digit inserted in her snatch the whole time. She landed on my lap with her legs straddling mine. I continued to play with her pussy which was now spread wide open. Clair leaned her head back against my chest and let out an audible sigh when I pushed a second finger into her. Her jaw hung open and she started to pant loudly from the finger fucking she was receiving. My eyes remained focused on Tony and my wife while I explored Clair's box. They had broken off their kiss and Amy had dropped to her knees in front of Tony. She had freed his cock and was licking him from base to tip. Tony looked to be slightly shorter than my 7" but was obviously thicker. My cock twitched as I watched Amy attempt to take his rod in her mouth for the first time. His thickness made her task quite difficult and she struggled to fit him in between her pink lips. Tony moaned loudly when she finally swallowed his head. She slowly forced more of his shaft into her mouth, stopping only when her nose touched his abdomen. I couldn't believe that she could take his whole cock but was very proud of her for doing so. I shifted beneath Clair, trying to give my own stiff cock some more room. Clair must have noticed my discomfort because she moved off my lap and started to unbuckle my pants. She reached her tiny hand into my pants and pulled out my cock. Clair slowly pumped my shaft in her fist a few times before dipping her head and taking my entire length in her mouth. With my cock buried in her throat, she flicked her tongue along the underside of my shaft causing my member to jump in her mouth. She looked up at me as she proceeded to deep throat my cock with ease. At one point she was even able to lick my balls while my cock was in her mouth. My Amy was a magnificent cock sucker but Clair was giving her a run for her money. I soon felt a familiar tingle and knew I was about to explode. Not wanting to cum, I pulled Clair's head off my knob and lay her back on the couch. I dove between her legs and greedily lapped at her pussy. Clair moaned repeatedly while I licked her pussy and sucked her tiny clit into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her clit while it was in my mouth in an attempt to bring her to climax. She clamped my head between her legs and began to thrust her hips up into my face. With her strong thighs squeezing my head I could barely breathe but continued eat her tasty pussy. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face deeper into her cunt. She fucked my face until she exploded violently on my tongue. Her entire body shook as she released her juice into my waiting mouth. When she finally finished cumming, she pushed my head away and I gasped for air. As I tried to catch my breath I heard a series of moans coming from the side of the room. I glanced over to see my wife impaling herself on Tony's cock as he sat on the couch.. Her eyes rolled back in her head as his thick tool stretched her tiny pussy. Once she had his cock completely enveloped she opened her eyes and shot me a very mischievous grin. Amy crooked her finger, wanting me to move closer. I stood and moved toward my cock filled wife. When I was within reach, she grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Her tongue eagerly explored my mouth as she tasted the remnants of Clair's orgasm. Her tongue retreated from my mouth only to begin licking my lips and cleaning Clair's cum from my face. When she felt I was sufficiently clean she pushed on the top of my head, forcing me toward her stuffed pussy. As my face neared her pussy I noticed that she had started to rock her hips gently with Tony's cock deep inside her. Amy ordered me to suck on her clit while she fucked her new friend. I sucked her hard button between my lips and flicked my tongue over it. Her pace quickened and soon she was roughly thrusting her hips back and forth while being fucked and sucked simultaneously. Amy was bucking so wildly that I was unable to keep her clit in my mouth so I stuck my tongue out and allowed her pussy to slam into my face. Amy and I Pick Up Partners Sometime while my attention was focused on Amy, Clair had recovered from her initial climax and moved behind me. I felt her hand reach beneath my body and firmly grasp my still hard cock. She started to pump her fist around my shaft and lowered her head until she was able to lick my balls from behind. I soon felt her tongue start to make it's way upward until it ran across my asshole. My cock jumped in her hand as Clair began to give me a fantastic rim job. She flicked her tongue all around my ass before pressing the tip into my opening. Again she had me on the brink of orgasm. I reached back, pushed her head away, and rolled over onto my back on the floor. I grabbed her by the hips and positioned her over my cock. She took hold of my shaft and placed my head at the opening of her wet snatch. Clair began to tease me by taking just the very tip of my cock inside her and then pulling away. I wanted desperately to fuck her so the next time she took me inside her I grabbed her hips and pulled her down until I was fully buried in her tight pussy. Clair began to bounce on my cock at a frantic pace as she approached another orgasm. I looked up and saw that Amy was riding Tony directly above my face while she leaned to watch me fuck Clair. I winked at my wife as we both fucked our new friends. While Amy and I watched each other I felt Clair's pussy clamp around my cock and release another flood of juices onto my shaft. She screamed out as she came for a second time. I could feel her cum leaking from her pussy and trickling between my legs. I glanced up again just in time to see Amy cum from the fucking she was receiving. Her pussy exploded all over my face and torso as she yelled out how good Tony's fat cock felt as it stretched her gushing cunt. Feeling my wife squirt onto me from above and talk dirty about another man was too much for me. I warned Clair that I was about to cum and she lifted herself from my cock. Clair told me she wanted me to cum on her face and tits and I wasn't about to refuse. I stood and Clair immediately took my glistening shaft into her mouth once again. She grabbed my hands and placed them on either side of her head. Sensing what she wanted I wrapped her hair around my fists and started to fuck her face hard and deep. In no time at all I felt my cock twitch and knew I was about to burst. I pulled out of Clair's mouth and stroked my cock a few times until I exploded all over her face. I sent jet after jet of white cum into the air which splashed onto her lips, cheeks and tongue. I watched my cum drip down her chin and onto her tits and stomach as I squeezed out the last few drops. I had nearly forgotten about Amy and Tony in all the excitement. I turned around and saw that my wife's beautiful face was also covered in cum. She looked so sexy with a strangers jizz smothering her face and dripping onto her body. She then took Tony's softening cock into her mouth one last time and coaxed the remaining cum from his rod. Amy then took Tony by the hand and told him it was time for bed. They said goodnight as I watched my cum covered wife lead her man down the hall and into our bedroom. I laughed to myself at the fact that Amy still wanted to keep up our charade. As I heard the door close behind them I turned to Clair and asked if she wanted to spend the night as well. She said that she would stay provided that I fuck her again in the morning. I reached down and trailed a finger along her slit while I told her that I would fuck her anytime she wanted. I took her to our spare bedroom and we crawled under the covers. I spooned behind Clair and my semi-hard cock slipped between her legs. She reached down and slipped me inside her pussy before saying goodnight. She was quickly sound asleep with my hardening cock buried inside her. Just as I was drifting off to sleep I thought I heard a low moan coming from the other room. I fell asleep to the sounds of Tony fucking my "roommate" while my cock was buried in a sexy older woman. Amy and I Star in WifeSwitch Although safe sex is not mentioned in my story for creative purposes, rest assured that we always use protection. I would like to take the time to thank those of you who have left me some very encouraging and helpful comments regarding previous stories. I hope you enjoy this story and feel free to leave me a message if you like. ---------------------------- Amy and I have been married for only a year but have been together for nearly 11 years. She stands 5'5", weighs 135lbs, long blonde hair and eyes that change from blue to green depending on her mood. She has a lovely set of 36C breasts, a nice round ass and legs to die for. Everywhere she goes she turns heads and she lives to flirt with both men and women. Amy possesses the friendliest personality and is very confident in her sexuality. This confidence has permitted both of us to live out many of our fantasies including swapping, wife sharing, orgies, and both MMF and FFM threesomes. For the last while we have had a difficult time finding anyone suitable to play around with so we decided to try looking online. We were disappointed that we found little success on the web so I made a suggestion that I thought might work. My wife and I enjoy watching porn together and we both really loved a series called WifeSwitch so we decided to explore how we could take part in an episode of our favourite porn. Amy and I visited the WifeSwitch website where we found an e-mail address to which we were to send pictures and a brief description of what we were looking for and what type of people we found attractive. In our letter Amy stated that she would like the guy to be physically fit but not too built with short dark hair and he must be a gentleman. I wrote that I would prefer a woman that was beautiful and had a natural body and that she need not be Caucasian. We also included that the couple must be very secure in their relationship and should have some swapping experience in order to avoid any jealousy or other complications. We attached a few pictures of ourselves and sent off our application hoping to generate some interest. Over the next few weeks we checked our e-mail religiously, anxious to see if we received any responses. After not getting a reply for nearly a month we were ready to give up and try the swing clubs scene again when an e-mail from WifeSwitch magically appeared in our mailbox. Amy and I read the response together and found that we had received quite a bit of attention from a variety of couples. We examined the pictures and read the biographies that were sent. We ended up selecting three couples that suited our standards and that we found to be attractive. The first couple was in their mid thirties, had been married for 6 years and had plenty of swinging experience. The husband was your typical tall, dark and handsome white man while his wife was very petite with long black hair and looked to be of Asian descent. Next was a young Hispanic couple who had been together for 4 years but were not married. They both looked to be in great shape and their bio stated that they worked out three times a week. The final couple was in their late twenties and had been married for only 6 months. They were both from interracial families and appeared to have average bodies. We learned that they had taken part in a previous WifeSwitch episode so we were able to see them in action. After viewing their performance we were satisfied that they were comfortable with having sex with another couple. My wife and I expressed our appreciation for the replies that we received and that any one of the three couples were suitable. We included that we were looking forward to meeting our swapping partners but that we would like the chosen couple to be a surprise when we arrived in Los Angeles. We transmitted our e-mail to WifeSwitch and nervously awaited our travel information which arrived about a week later. We were supposed to travel to L.A. in a few months and would meet the couple at a house that was leased to WifeSwitch on the day of filming. Amy and I were so aroused and curious about the experience that awaited us that we fucked like rabbits until our departure date finally arrived. When we landed at LAX we were greeted at the baggage claim by a limo driver holding a sign with our names on it. The driver escorted us to the car and loaded our bags into the trunk before taking us on a brief tour of Los Angeles. The driver was very friendly as he guided us through the busy streets of L.A. while we lounged in the back with drinks from the mini bar. Amy and I both blushed with embarrassment when the driver pointed out the house that we would be meeting our new friends at later in the week. We didn't suspect that he knew why we were in L.A. and were surprised when he brought it up. He told us that he worked for WifeSwitch and drove every couple that arrived to participate in an episode. We tried to persuade the driver to divulge the identity of the other couple but he refused, stating that he was sworn to secrecy by his employer. Upon the completion of our tour we were dropped off at a very lavish hotel and shown to our room. Amy and I were in awe of our exquisite accommodations which were comprised of a huge suite with a very large hot tub, a fully stocked bar and a gift bag from WifeSwitch that included numerous sex toys, condoms, lubricant and the complete collection of WifeSwitch DVD's. During the days leading up to our swap my wife and I saw the sights of L.A., dined at some excellent eateries and had lots of incredible sex in our luxury suite. We put each and every toy that had been given to us to use and watched every episode of WifeSwitch in preparation for our upcoming adventure. My wife and I were both insatiable and seemed to be constantly horny from the non-stop fantasizing we were both apparently doing. We discussed which couple we wanted to meet and I was shocked to find out that Amy wanted the couple that had previously been on WifeSwitch. I was stunned by this because she has never expressed any interest in sleeping with a black man even after I had admitted wanting to see her penetrated by a huge black cock. I let Amy know that I was hoping for the Hispanic couple because it would fulfill my ethnic fantasy and this woman just looked and sounded like the most adventurous. After fucking for hours that night we decided to sleep late and conserve as much energy for the day of festivities that lay ahead. I woke up in the morning with a raging hard-on that had formed a tent in the sheets and rolled over toward my wife. I nestled behind her, pressing my shaft into the crack of her ass, hoping to make love to her one more time before preparing for our swapping session. I started to plant kisses along her neck with the intention of waking her in an aroused state, desperate for a good fucking. Much to my chagrin, my loving wife pushed me away saying that she wanted to be at her best for whichever husband she was to be with later. I knew she was right but that didn't do anything to ease my aching cock. Amy suggested that I take a cold shower and get ready for a very exciting day with a new woman. Taking her advice, I hopped into the shower and allowed the cold water to relax my throbbing erection while I shaved and washed in order to look and smell my best for the fresh new pussy that awaited me. When I was finished in the shower Amy took my place and began to get ready while I ordered some breakfast from room service. My wife exited the shower wearing only a complimentary robe just as the food was being delivered. I watched as the young server ogled my drop dead gorgeous wife who was still wet from her shower and was obviously naked beneath her robe. Amy sat on the bed and crossed her toned legs which caused the robe to fall to either side, exposing her muscular thighs to the young man's gaze. I saw a rather large bulge beginning to form in the front of his uniform as his cock stiffened. I snapped him out of his trance when I offered him a substantial tip. I showed him to the door before telling him that maybe he could return before we travelled back home for some quality time with my wife. Amy and I ate while we continued to get ready as the limo would be here to pick us up in less than an hour. I dressed in my favourite suit, wanting to make a great first impression on the couple, and my wife slipped into a skin tight red dress that hugged every curve of her body and completed her outfit with a sexy pair of red heels. One thing that I did find a little odd was that Amy had decided to wear a pair of red thong panties under her dress. She usually never wears underwear and when I questioned her, she told me that she intended on giving them away as a memento to her new swap partner. I commended her on a fantastic idea as we left our room for the limo that was waiting downstairs. We walked outside to find the same limo driver from earlier in the week awaiting our emergence from the hotel. He opened the door for us and told my wife that she looked good enough to eat just before she entered the car. "That's the look I was going for" my wife said as she slipped into the limo. I slid into the limo behind Amy and snuggled beside her in the rear seat of the dimly lit car. We both sat and remained nervously quiet for most of the trip to the house as we thought about all of the possibilities that lingered in our immediate future. Apparently aware of our anxiety, the driver tried to help us relax with some small talk and a reminder of the drinks in the bar. "So what is the other couple like?" I asked the driver, hoping to elicit some information from his sealed lips. "All I can say is that you won't be disappointed" the driver replied, careful not to reveal our surprise. "Another driver is picking them up as we speak and they should arrive shortly after we do." "I can't wait to find out which couple we get to play with" Amy stated as she trailed her hand lightly over her breasts. "I don't think I have ever been this wet before in my life." With that I slid my hand under her dress and felt her panty clad box. "Wow, your panties are soaked right through" I said as I trailed my finger up and down her damp slit. Amy pushed my hand away before she got too worked up, "you have to stop that, I don't want to cum yet!" I withdrew my hand and used it to adjust my rapidly growing member in my pants just as the driver pulled up in front of the house. My wife and I straightened up before exiting the limo and making our way into the house. We were amazed at the interior of the house, it was beautifully decorated and seemed to go on forever. We explored the house and finally settled into the living room where we found a bottle of champagne waiting for us. Sitting next to the champagne glasses three letters, one addressed to Amy and I, one with the names "Dan & Lori" on the front and the final one had instructions which stated that it should be opened when both couples were present. My wife tore open our letter and read it aloud. "Welcome to WifeSwitch, we have selected Dan and Lori to be your playmates for the evening. Your time in the house will be recorded for use on our website and DVD's. As you may have noticed there is no camera crew present, instead we have equipped the house with small hidden cameras in order to provide you with a more relaxed atmosphere. We hope you enjoy your experience with us and are welcome to stay as long as you like. Have fun, WifeSwitch." As if on cue, the moment Amy finished reading the letter there was a loud knock at the door. My wife and I looked at each other, allowing one last chance to back out. Both of us were much too excited to back down at this point so we joined hands and made our way to the front door to meet Dan and Lori. We swung the door open and greeted our new friends with hugs and handshakes. It turns out that Dan and Lori were the first couple we had selected from the initial e-mails. Each of them looked better in person than they had in the pictures we had viewed. Dan stood about 6'2", short dark hair with a slight hint of grey, a good build and informed us that he was 38 years old. His wife Lori was 5'1", jet black hair that fell half way down her back, long toned legs and perky looking B cup breasts. To top it all off they both spoke with a strong southern drawl which Amy and I both found extremely sexy. Amy and I led Dan and Lori back to the living room and continued to get to know each other while sipping an the complimentary champagne. They took a few seconds to read their letter which we assumed contained the same information that ours did. Dan carefully folded the letter and placed it back on the table inside it's original envelope. "Should we find out what the other letter says?" Lori inquired anxiously. Simultaneously, Dan, Amy and I all eagerly replied "Yes!" Lori scooped up the envelope and tore it open, hastily pulling out the letter inside and reading it aloud to the group. "Now that you have become familiar with one another it is time for the real fun to begin! The cameras that were mentioned earlier are located in both the living room and bedroom so feel free to use both rooms if you wish. Located in each room is a basket of lube, condoms and toys which are yours to use as you see fit. All that we request is that at the end of your session, the guys cum somewhere on the woman's' body. Hope you all have a wonderful time, WifeSwitch!" "I have a funny feeling that we are going to have the time of our lives" Dan stated as he looked my wife up and down. I felt a stirring in my pants as I watched another man lusting after my woman. "Would you like to see more?" I asked Dan. Without waiting for his response, I suggested that Amy stand and show off her great body for the other couple. She rose from the couch and twirled around slowly, proudly showing off her assets. "Damn, your wife is hot" Lori complimented as she glanced at the growing bulge in my lap. "If Amy is going to tease me like that, why don't you do the same to Jack?" Dan said to his own wife. Lori confidently stood and moved close to Amy while she also spun around, giving me a nice look at her tight body. "Look at her cute little ass" Amy commented to me as she placed her hands on either side of Lori's slim waist and held her in place, allowing me to marvel at round butt. My wife slowly lowered her hands and cupped Lori's tight butt cheeks, holding them on display for me. "It looks like her ass is really firm!" I exclaimed, noticing that when Amy squeezed there was very little give to her flesh. While Amy was toying with Lori's booty, Lori's hands had wandered up to my wife's chest and were fondling Amy's large breasts. I looked over at Dan and witnessed him adjusting his crotch, obviously becoming aroused by the girl on girl action unfolded in front of us. Lori and Amy eventually turned to face each other while running their hands all over the other one's body. I could hear that their breathing had quickened and saw in my wife's eyes that she was really excited about playing with her new friend. She leaned toward Lori's face and their lips met for a brief second. After examining Lori's reaction to the kiss, my wife knew that it was okay to proceed. Amy was much more aggressive the next time she leaned in for a kiss. She wrapped her hand around Lori's neck and pulled her close as their tongues danced. The sensual display was having it's desired effect on both Dan and myself since both wives were extremely attractive and seemed to really be getting into the moment. "I think it's time we joined them" I said to Dan before rising and snuggling up behind my wife. I reached around her body and took her tits in my hands as I nibbled on her exposed neck. "You are so sexy" I whispered in my wife's ear while I ground my swollen member into her ass. In the meantime, Dan had moved behind his wife and was giving her similar treatment. He had one hand on her chest while the other had found it's way to her crotch and was rubbing her pussy through her clothes. As the four of us stood very close together I decided to be the bold one and initiate contact with the other female. I removed one of my hands from Amy's mounds and lightly trailed it over Lori's unoccupied tit. Lori's eyes shot open when she realized that it was my hand that was fondling her but she didn't object to my forward action. She shut her eyes once again and I thought I heard her moan into Amy's mouth. The four of us explored each others' bodies while standing in the centre of the living room until the ladies ordered Dan and I to sit back down on the couches. I was hoping to get my hands on Lori again but the wives had other ideas. Amy grabbed the bottom of Lori's shirt and seductively raised it over her head presenting two perky breasts that looked large on her tiny frame. Lori's dark nipples stood out at least a half inch from her tits and seemed to beg for someone to suck on them. "Your tits are fantastic" Amy commented before taking one nipple and then the other between her lips. Lori's head flung back when my wife started to nibble on her sensitive buds, "Suck my tits, baby" Lori moaned. After spending a short but vigorous time toying with Lori's tits Amy dropped to her knees in front of Lori and began to slide her skirt down her toned thighs. I gazed at Lori's crotch which was covered with a skimpy pink thong that barely hid her pussy. My wife's face obstructed my view when she leaned forward and planted a kiss on Lori's veiled mound. I glanced at Dan and saw that he had shifted in his seat to give himself a better vantage point of the live lesbian show which was unfolding mere feet from us. I also noticed that his hand had found his crotch and was nonchalantly rubbing a sizeable bulge in the front of his slacks. I looked back at our wives just in time to witness Amy peel the pink panties from Lori's snatch and down her legs. Lori stepped from the bunched up thong, confidently showing off her naked body while Amy stood and tossed the panties aside. "I can't be the only naked one" Lori sighed, "I think it's time we saw your sexy body." Lori then spun Amy around until she was facing Dan before reaching around my wife and cupping her large breasts from the rear. Lori slid her hands down Amy's curvy body and eventually dipped them under my wife's dress. "You naughty bitch, you're not wearing any underwear!" Lori exclaimed when her hand found my wife's bald pussy. Dan's wife lifted Amy's dress revealing her bare pussy to his stare, "Do you like it, honey?" she inquired of her husband. "It looks ...delicious" Dan stammered as he was taken aback by my wife's perfect pussy. Lori proceeded to unzip Amy's dress and sensually pull it down her muscular legs, leaving my wife in only her sexy smile. Lori was overcome with lust and she practically attacked Amy, dragging her to the hardwood floor. Dan and I observed anxiously as our wives feverishly thrashed about on the floor. "Bring that pussy here" Lori begged, "I need to taste you." My wife obliged and straddled Lori's face before lowering her damp snatch toward the Asian woman's mouth. "She is doing such a good job" Amy gasped in my direction as Lori lashed at her clit. "I think you should return the favour" I proposed, pointing at the slit between Lori's splayed legs. My wife took the not so subtle hint and soon had her face buried in Lori's pink gash. As Dan and I watched the ladies simultaneously pleasure each other we stood from our seats and started to remove our clothes. When Dan's rock hard prick sprung into view I couldn't help but admire his impressive tool. He wasn't quite as long as me but was substantially thicker and the head of his penis was shaped like an enormous mushroom. I sat back down on the couch and took my erect cock in my fist, beginning to slowly pump my hand up and down. Dan followed my lead as he began to jerk his own meat to the sight of our horny wives. "Don't get carried away, boys" Amy groaned, momentarily pausing her assault on Lori's drenched pussy. Amy and I Star in WifeSwitch "Yeah guys, save some for us" Lori added as she scooted out from beneath my wife. Both women looked amazing when they rose, their faces smeared with the others' juices. Amy strolled toward me and reached for me with outstretched arms, forcing me to relinquish my grasp of my cock. She pulled me to my feet and drove her tongue into my mouth for a passionate kiss. The flavour of Lori's tangy pussy was clearly evident on Amy's tongue and I eagerly sucked up as much as I could. I took a quick peek over my wife's shoulder and saw the Dan and Lori were locked in a similar embrace. "Lori, do you think it's time to let our men have what they have been so patiently waiting for?" my wife asked. "Absolutely!" Lori exclaimed as she disengaged from her husband and strutted in our direction. Lori's eagerness to get at me caused my cock to jump against Amy's stomach just before she pulled away to make her way over to Dan. "Have fun" she said over her shoulder just as she was taken into Dan's strong arms. My attention was drawn back to Lori when she stepped in front of me and pressed her perky tits into my abdomen. Her hands reached around my neck and pulled my head down, allowing our lips to meet for the first time. While our tongues danced I could again taste pussy on her breath and when I realized it was my wife's sweet nectar my cock began to twitch uncontrollably. Lori slipped her tiny hand between our bodies and started to trace her fingernails along my cock, smearing the pre-cum that had collected at the tip. As we continued to kiss and she massaged my cock I reached around her slim body and took a firm hold of her round ass. I sank my fingers into her tender flesh and pulled her tightly against my body, sandwiching my cock and her hand between us. Lori purred into my mouth when I began to roughly manipulate the cheeks of her ass to the point where I was lifting her feet off the floor. I suddenly heard Amy's mumbled voice from the other side of the room, "Do you mind if I taste your husband's wonderful cock?" Although her question was directed at Lori I was well aware that she wanted me to hear her excitement at having another man's cock in her mouth while I was just a few feet away. "Only if you let me suck your man!" was Lori's response. "Deal, but I want Jack to be able to watch me pleasure Dan" Amy replied, "so why don't they sit next to each other over here on the couch." My wife pushed Dan onto the couch and Lori told me to have a seat next to him. I got situated comfortably and prepared myself to watch my slut wife take another man into her throat while his wife treated me orally. Lori commenced a fantastic blowjob by ever so gently gliding her tongue along the underside of my shaft and caressing my balls with her fingers. She gradually started to lick with more pressure, leaving a trail of saliva wherever her tongue journeyed. When she felt my cock was sufficiently wet, Lori sucked the head of my cock between her lips and swirled her talented tongue around my tip which caused my whole crotch to tingle. I had to put forth an extraordinary effort to keep my eyes open in order to witness my wife going down on Dan. Amy wasn't nearly as gentle when it came to sucking Dan's cock. She had immediately taken Dan's rod deep into her throat and was rapidly bobbing up and down which was triggering a groan from Dan each time she did so. Wanting to show just how orally gifted she was, my wife rammed Dan's cock all the way into her mouth and forced her tongue between her lower lip and his shaft and began to flick it across his tightened sack. When Lori saw what my wife was able to do she tried her best to imitate her actions. This small Asian woman forced as much of my shaft into her mouth as she could, which was only about half of my length, and jutted her tongue out in an attempt to lick my balls. The tip of her tongue came up about an inch short but it felt great nonetheless. I caringly placed my hands on either side of her face and compelled her to look up at me. "Don't worry about what she is doing, what you were doing felt great!" I assured her. Lori resumed her original technique, which was much more delicate than the treatment that Dan was receiving, and my cock was soon throbbing from her unfamiliar touch. When I felt that I was on the verge of exploding into her mouth I pulled her head off my cock and lay her down on the couch next to her husband. Lori rested her head on Dan's thigh and placed one leg on the arm of the couch and the other remained on the floor. With her legs spread so widely I was granted a clear view of her slit which hung open slightly to reveal a hint of pink between her narrow lips. Her arousal was very evident from the moisture that was glistening from within her hairless pussy. "Is somebody excited?" I teased from my position at her feet while continuing to admire her cooch. "I bet it tastes as good as it looks!" I said a moment before running my flattened tongue from her ass to her clit. After my initial lick I paused for a second to savour her delicious honey before exploring further. With my head buried in Lori's snatch I was unable to observe what Dan and Amy were up to but I was quite sure that they had moved into a comparable situation as Lori and I. "Oh god, that feels so good" my wife gasped, presumably from the attention of Dan's tongue. No longer capable of containing my curiosity I raised my head slightly only to see that my suspicions were correct. Dan was enthusiastically devouring my wife's pussy and her juices were definitely flowing as she moaned aloud, holding his head in place with her strong thighs. Knowing exactly what to say to get me going Amy screamed out the arrival of her orgasm. "You're going to make me cum so hard Dan! That's it, get me nice and wet for your big cock. I want you to stretch my pussy while my husband fucks your hot wife!" she blurted out as her climax ravaged her body. Amy bucked her hips wildly into Dan's face, smothering him with her pussy while she enjoyed one of the fiercest orgasms I have ever witnessed. The severity of my wife's climax nearly made me forget about the sweet pussy I had in front of me, but only for a minute or so. Lori was apparently as enthralled with our spouses as I was because when I turned to face her again I found that her hand was working feverishly at her clit and she was staring in disbelief at my wife who was finally coming down from her high. I startled Lori when I suddenly plunged my tongue deep into her hole and resumed eating her out. Seeing Amy's aggressive behaviour seemed to awaken something within Lori since she was now much more assertive. She clasped her hands behind my head and forced my face into her eager snatch. I attacked her entire pussy in earnest, licking as deep as my tongue could reach and sucking her labia and clit into my mouth. She was soon thrashing about on the couch, much like Amy had done only moments ago. "Oh, you are eating my cunt so good!" she yelped, "watching your wife fuck my husband's face made me so wet!" Sure that she was about to cum I concentrated my efforts on her protruding clit, pinching it between my lips and flicking my tongue back and forth, and pistoning two fingers in and out of her hungry pussy. I could feel her pussy clamp down around my fingers and I knew she was about to explode into my mouth. Amy must have sensed that Lori was on the verge as well because she reached over and started to suck on her nipples in an attempt to coerce a violent orgasm from our new playmate. Lori's body tensed and she unleashed her climax with a howling string of profanity. "Suck my tits you slut while I spray your husband with my cum" she wailed just as her pussy erupted, spewing her juices all over my face and into my mouth. Gush after gush burst from her slit and a large puddle started to form on the floor. I was caught off guard when she squirted but it was a huge turn on to feel her warm fluid splashing against my face. Amy has also been known to squirt on occasion so I knew that we could be in for a very wet evening. "I think we should move into the bedroom before the couch washes away!" I joked to the other three. "Sounds great" they laughed before rising and heading for the bedroom. Amy led the way upstairs with Dan hot on her heels, his hands firmly planted on her round booty, "helping" her up to the room. Lori and I followed a few feet behind with me looking on in amazement as her juices continued to trickle down her thighs. We entered the bedroom and the ladies crawled toward the center of the king sized bed. They started to caress each others' bodies from head to toe spending an extended length of time on the fun parts in between. Lori and Amy eventually wound up laying on their sides in a '69', tasting each others' pussies again. Dan got up onto the bed and lay down behind Amy so that his hard cock rested in the crack of her ass. "Will you put your husband's cock in me?" she asked before resuming her tongue lashing of Lori's pussy. Lori pulled away from Amy's pussy and reached for her husband's throbbing cock, stroking it a few times before lining it up with the entrance to my wife's slit. When Dan felt the moisture of my wife's pussy against the head of his cock he slowly pushed his hips forward, splitting her lips and sliding in inch by inch. I watched my wife's eyes glaze over as Dan's girth stretched her tight pussy wide open. Dan held still for a moment once he had completely entered Amy allowing her time to adjust to his thickness. "Wow, your cock really fills me up" she admitted while beginning to unhurriedly rock her hips. Dan grinned proudly, aware that his girth usually pleased the ladies, when he began thrusting his manhood in time with my wife's movements. Amy gasped in excitement each time his cock went deep inside her snatch. Not wanting to be left out of the action I slithered behind Lori, who was again licking my wife's pussy, and placed my prick along her slit. I used her ample leakage to lubricate my shaft prior to positioning the head of my cock at the entrance to her cunt. With one long hard thrust I plunged my entire length deep into her wet box. I was pleasantly surprised at how tight she felt, especially knowing that Dan's thick tool probably stretched her out on a regular basis. I pumped in and out of her snatch at a steady pace which was enough to evoke a string of primal moans to escape her lips. Dan and I remained in this position, each fucking the other man's wife, for quite some time while the wives munched on each others' pussies. Every now and again my wife would take the time to glide her tongue across my balls as I drove my meat into Lori's dripping pussy. With my head only mere inches away from my own wife's pussy I had a great vantage point to view Dan's fat cock hammering into her. It was such an erotic sight to see my Amy being fucked hard by a stranger at the same time as I was screwing his wife. I slowed my movements so that I was able to enjoy each inch of Lori's tight pussy and also to make certain that our session wouldn't come to an end prematurely. Dan seemed to be duplicating my approach since he had now calmed his pace and was leisurely withdrawing his shaft completely before pushing deep into Amy's greedy puss. Our more relaxed pace permitted the ladies to offer their full attention to the other. I propped my head up on my arm so that I could watch Lori's tongue flick at my wife's hard clit and also give myself a closer look as her pussy swallowed Dan's meat. At some point while I was gazing at my wife's spread out pussy, Dan's cock slipped from her hole and was immediately gobbled up by Lori's hungry mouth. Lori's tiny mouth was barely able to expand wide enough to accept his thick tool but she somehow managed to take more than half of his shaft between her lips. She groaned around his rod as I increased the tempo of my thrusts into her snatch while staring into my own wife's vacant pussy which remained spread open from Dan's tremendous girth. Dan was obviously really into the blowjob that he was receiving from his wife as he reached for her head and began to roughly pump his cock into her throat, fucking her face in much the same manner as he had just fucked my wife. Lori started to writhe on the bed as a result of the triple serving of attention she was the center of and I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock at the onset of her orgasm. The intensity of her climax forced my cock from her hole as she began to spray both my cock and Amy's face with her cum. Although I was unable to see her pussy explode this time I could still feel the warmth as she splattered my cock and balls with fluid. She released her husband's cock from her mouth, which he quickly reinserted into my wife's box, and began to wail in pleasure throughout her entire orgasm. "That's it, cover us with your cum!" Amy pleaded as she tried to swallow as much as she possibly could while once again being divided by Dan's monster. "Your husband's thick cock is going to make me cum!" Amy cried out as a violent orgasm ravaged her body. Both wives thrashed wildly causing the whole bed to shake and squeak beneath us while their loud moans and screams filled the room. When Lori's pussy stopped spurting I rammed my cock back into her hole which was now wetter than any pussy I had ever felt. As my cock sloshed around in her sopping cunt Dan and Amy decided to change withdraw from our sex sandwich and move away to be by themselves for a while. Dan lay back at the head of the bed and my sexy wife straddled him and commenced riding his cock. She dug her nails into Dan's chest while using her hands to raise and lower her body on his shaft. Lori and I watched our spouses fuck, just a few feet away from us for a moment, before we decided that a change of position was required. "Climb on top of me and fuck me hard!" Lori begged after she moved and lay next to her husband. I wanted another taste of her cum so I quickly dove between her thighs and dragged my tongue along her gash once before sliding up her body until my cock rested against her pussy. She reached down, grasped my cock and rubbed the head of my penis against her clit before positioning me at the entrance to her canal. "Please put it in me!" she pleaded, desperation evident in her voice. I jutted my hips forward and buried myself balls deep with one forceful thrust. We moaned simultaneously as our hips smacked together and my cock bottomed out in her pussy. With my cock completely submerged, I started to move my whole body up and down causing her clit to be mashed between our sweaty bodies as I stirred her juices from within. Lori leaned over toward her husband and pulled him in for an erotic kiss as they were both being fucked by my wife and I. "Does her pussy feel good honey?" Lori asked her husband innocently while Amy rode him vigorously. "So good!" was all Dan could muster at the time as my wife slammed down on his cock repeatedly. Amy's moans became more frequent and I could see her body tense as another climax began to build inside her. "I'm going to cum on your cock!" she wailed just prior to unleashing an incredibly fierce orgasm. "Oh my God, you fill me up so good!" Amy screamed, "I love your thick cock!" My cock twitched in Lori's pussy when I heard my slut wife shout out just how much she was enjoying being stretched by the widest cock she had ever felt. I pumped my cock deep into Dan's wife, driven by my own wife's arousal, until Lori also began to call out the arrival of yet another orgasm. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me into her as far as she could while bucking her hips upward as she once again flooded my cock with her cream. "That's it hun, make her scream!" Amy called out from her perch atop Dan's hard rod as she continued to ride him. "Fuck her Jack, fuck my wife hard!" Dan urged, reaching for Amy's tits in the process. "Make her pussy gush all over your cock!" Dan and I fucked the wives to a succession of orgasms until we were desperate for a climax of our own. I knew that I wanted to fuck Lori from behind and spray her round ass with my jizz so I flipped her over and entered her from the rear. Dan also must have wanted to fuck Amy doggystyle because when I looked over she was on her hands and knees awaiting the arrival of Dan's cock. Dan entered her swiftly and began to pummel my wife's snatch and knead the flesh of her ass with his large hands. Amy gasped every time he pushed into her and she appeared to be on the verge of yet another orgasm. "Don't cum yet, I'm so close!" she pleaded, "Make me cum one more time!" My insatiable wife buried her face in a pillow and let go with her most severe orgasm of the night. She moved her hips back in time with Dan's thrusts, their bodies meeting with an audible 'smack' each time as she fucked him steadily through her climax. Just as Amy's orgasm subsided Dan pulled his cock from her wet pussy and splattered her ass with a huge load. Several thick white ropes of spunk burst from his cock and landed on my sexy wife's lower back and ass. Amy reached back and dragged her fingers through his cum before bringing her hand to her mouth and sucking his cum into her mouth. Seeing my wife covered with another man's load while she ate his cum off of her fingers quickly had me ready to explode all over Lori. I pumped into her a few more times and pulled out just as my cum started to spurt from the tip of my cock. I grabbed hold of my shaft and aimed my load at her small ass as I erupted with a grunt, coating her dark skin with cum. Lori wiggled her ass for me, loving every jet of cum that landed on her body, in an attempt to coax out every drop of jizz from my shaft. When I finished ejaculating all over Lori, my wife moved toward us and started to lick up the cum that was dripping down the crack of Lori's ass. Once Amy had cleaned up my entire load, she rolled Lori over and kissed Lori full on the lips. While the women shared my cum, Dan and I collapsed on the bed completely exhausted. Our ladies made out for quite some time before coming to lay next to us. For the first time in hours I was able to lay next to my wife and had her full attention. "Did you have as great of a time as I did?" I asked. Amy excitedly replied "Fuck yeah! I love WifeSwitch!" Amy and I Swap My wife Amy and I were spending the weekend in Niagara Falls for a curling bonspiel with 100 or so of my co-workers. She had met a few of the participants before but many she would be meeting for the first time. I knew she was nervous about spending so much time with people she didn't know and also about curling for the first time in her life. We drove out on the Thursday night before the tournament was to start to avoid having to get up at the crack of dawn on what would be a very long and eventful day. We pulled up to our hotel after dark and got situated in our room. I had made arrangements to meet our friends Matt and his wife Krissy for drinks and some gambling at the local casino. By the time I called Matt they were already at the bar with most of the other people who had decided to arrive early. We met the group and began knocking back some drinks. Amy had met Matt & Krissy once before and I was glad to see that they were getting along wonderfully. Amy and Krissy acted as if they had known each other for years. We partied until the wee hours in the morning before retiring to our room to get a few hours sleep prior to curling on Friday morning. Over the next day and a half we spent most of our time curling or with Matt and Krissy drinking and having a great time. It turns out that my team won our division and Amy wasn't nearly as bad as I expected. She made some fantastic shots that secured our title. After the final game we attended the banquet where we had dinner, danced and drank a lot. The banquet ended at around 10:00pm and most of us went back to the hotel to continue our party. Amy, Krissy, Matt and I made our way up to our floor and drank with a few other people in the room down the hall from ours. Amy, Krissy and Matt spent most of their time flirting with each other while I talked with some other co-workers. Amy seemed to be the center of attention during their conversation and at one point I overheard them jokingly talking about swapping. I was intrigued at the possibility of spending the night with Krissy while Matt had sex with my Amy. They continued their sexually charged conversation late into the night until we were accompanied by only the couple whose room we were in. Since most of the others had gone to their own rooms we decided to call it a night. I went into my room while Amy walked Matt and Krissy back to theirs. Just as I finished straightening up for bed there was then a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole to see Krissy standing outside my room. Krissy was a beautiful "older" woman who anyone in their right mind would consider a MILF. She was 37 years old, 5'7" with dirty blonde hair and a pair of huge D cup breasts. She was also in great shape for a woman that had 2 kids. Wondering what she wanted, I opened the door and invited her inside. She informed me that my wife Amy had gone to give Matt a goodnight kiss and that she was here to do the same. I expected only an innocent kiss on the cheek but Krissy stepped forward and pressed her lips to mine. I was floored when I felt her tongue try to snake it's way between my sealed lips. I reluctantly granted her access, letting her tongue probe my mouth. She reached down and firmly grabbed my ass as she flicked her tongue against mine. After only a minute or so, Krissy pulled away and casually returned to her room. I stepped into the hallway to watch her walk away and saw that Amy was on her way back. I asked Amy what the hell was going on and she told me that Krissy suggested they give each others husband a kiss goodnight. Amy relayed to me that she had given Matt a peck on the cheek and a hug and then they chatted for a while about the tournament. Not one to keep anything from my wife, I divulged what had taken place between Krissy and I. Amy began to teasingly suggest that Krissy wanted me. I laughed this off and chalked it up to playful drunkenness. Amy and I then stripped down and crawled into bed together. I was just about to roll over and go to sleep when there was a knock at the door. Amy was closer to the door so she got up to answer it. I could hear voices but couldn't make out who was there or what they were saying. Amy returned to bed with a puzzled look on her face. She informed me that Matt had dropped off their room key and told Amy that if we wanted to join them we were more than welcome. Amy and I briefly discussed whether we should go or not and quickly decided to take them up on their invitation. We each slipped into shorts and a shirt, poured a drink and cautiously exited our room. When we arrived outside their room we paused for a second, giving each other a chance to back out. My wife and I were both curious to see what would happen so we let ourselves in using the key that Matt had left us. Amy and I slowly entered the dark room to find Matt and Krissy under the sheets of their bed. Matt was laying nearest to us with Krissy close behind him, both facing the door. They told us to make ourselves comfortable so we took a seat on the other double bed located in the room. We sipped at our drinks and chatted for a while about work, sports and what was up for the next day. At some point during this conversation, Krissy propped herself up one arm which caused the sheets to slip down her body, exposing one of her large breasts. She embarrassingly covered up and continued to chat with us. I thought I could see some movement from beneath their covers and suspected that Krissy was playing with Matt's penis. Yet again, Krissy's nipple was brought into view as the sheets refused to stay in place. Instead of pulling up the covers again, she slid closed to Matt and hid her breast behind him. Not wanting Krissy to feel uncomfortable, Amy pulled her own top over her head allowing both Matt and Krissy to observe her fabulous tits. Matt's reaction was priceless as his jaw literally dropped leaving his mouth wide open. Krissy wasn't shy about eyeing my wife's naked boobs either and even complimented her. Amy's actions had their desired effect, the next time Krissy moved she didn't make an effort to cover herself. An uncomfortable silence filled the room as Matt and I gazed at our wives' topless bodies. Amy broke the silence when she asked me to rise and allow her to pull the covers of our bed back. Amy hopped onto the bed and left room for me to snuggle up behind her. She pulled the sheets up only to her waist, continuing to proudly show off her tits. I curled up against Amy's back, nestling my semi erect dick between her butt cheeks. The feel of her firm ass against my shaft combined with the sexual tension in the room caused my cock to grow to full stiffness. Amy turned her head to look at me and ask if I was enjoying myself. Before I could muster a response she turned away and announced to Matt and Krissy that I was poking her from behind. Matt took this opportunity to make some wise crack about me getting overly excited. Krissy stuck up for me by tearing the covers from herself and Matt, revealing that I wasn't the only one that was turned on. Amy and I could clearly see a healthy sized bulge in the front of Matt's boxers. We all got a good laugh from Krissy's actions which helped to ease the tension a bit. As we resumed chatting the topic of sex kept arising. We discussed everything from how many partners we had been with to what each of our most arousing fantasies were. That was where we struck gold. It was learned that Matt and I both fantasised about seeing our wives with another man. Most women don't seem to understand why we would want our wives to have sex with another man and Krissy was no different. Once again mine and Matt's response matched. We both liked the thought of seeing the woman we loved being pleasured as well as witnessing her acting a little slutty. Amy broke up our sex talk by stating that she needed to go outside for a cigarette. She requested that Krissy join her on the balcony and the two girls walked outside, sliding the patio door closed behind them. We could see our wives through the glass door but could not make out what they were discussing. While our wives deliberated outside, Matt and I admired them from behind. We agreed that each other's wife was hot and that we were both very lucky to be with them. The women rejoined us in the room shortly, standing at the entrance to the patio. Both were sporting very mischievous smiles which got Matt and I slightly nervous. Amy and Krissy walked to the narrow corridor separating the beds and slipped back in. Only this time, Krissy took Amy's place in front of me and Amy snuggled behind Matt. Our wives had apparently decided that tonight was the right time to fulfill our fantasy. I watched intently as Amy reached around Matt and took a firm grip of his package. She began to stroke my friends cock through his shorts as she stared in my direction. Our eyes met and I could see that she was as excited as I was. She broke our gaze, lowering her mouth close to Matt's ear. She licked his lobe, whispered something to him and began to kiss his neck. She must have told Matt to keep his eyes on his wife because he raised his head slightly and looked in our direction. I took this as my cue took make a little progress of my own. I moved away from Krissy slightly which allowed her room to lay on her back. I lowered my head and started to leave a trail of small kisses across her chest. She arched her back, showing me that she was enjoying the attention. I took this opportunity to suck one of her large stiff nipples into my mouth. Her longer and wider nipple felt quite different than my wife's. Just before I was about to release this one and move to the other, I gave her a firm yet gentle bite which caused her to let out an audible gasp. Prior to moving on to her other breast, I looked down at her panty covered mound and could see a dark wet spot starting to form. I slid my hand slowly down her stomach until it reached the top of her red undies. I forced my hand inside and found that her pussy was soaked in anticipation. I located her slit and used my finger tips to tease her, tracing a line from top to bottom and then back again. I moved my head toward her other tit and sucked her nipple into my mouth. It was at this time that I heard Amy ask Matt if he liked what he was seeing. I looked over at the other bed and witnessed Matt nod his head in the affirmative. I also saw that my wife's hand had found it's way into his shorts and was vigorously stroking his shaft. Amy noticed me watching her and wanted to give me a show to remember. Much to Matt's disappointment, she removed her fist from his cock. She then repositioned herself, now straddling his legs and slowly slid his shorts down. Amy lowered her mouth and completely engulfed his firm dick. She stopped only when her lips came to rest against his pubic hair. Not having a gag reflex was one of the many things that I loved about Amy. While she had his cock buried deep in her throat, she stuck her tongue out and began to lap at Matt's balls. This sent Matt over the edge and he began to spurt stream after stream of thick cum into my wife's throat. Amy swallowed what she could but she failed to keep up. Cum started to escape from between her lips and Matt's twitching cock. Not wanting to be outdone, Krissy jumped up, ripped my shorts off, and took my pole into her mouth. She wasn't as talented as my Amy but it felt great nonetheless. She bobbed on my shaft for a few minutes before taking me in her hand and moving her face down toward my ass. Krissy pumped my cock with her fist as she began to lick around my ass. She soon found my puckered hole and sank her tongue inside. Amy has eaten my ass before but there was something amazingly erotic about having a relative stranger do it. Once Krissy was satisfied with the treatment she had given my asshole, she once again took my cock in her warm mouth. I fought hard to avoid cumming but it was no use. I warned Krissy that I was about to explode to which she replied by flicking her tongue along the under side of my shaft. I burst, sending ropes of cum into her awaiting throat. She too swallowed what she could allowing the remainder to fall to my stomach. I turned my attention to Matt and Amy once again. Watching his wife take me orally had awakened Matt's member and he was just about to feed it into Amy from behind. I locked eyes with my wife to watch her reaction as Matt penetrated her for the first time. As his head poked past her lips, I saw her eyes roll back into her head. Matt sank his cock deep into her pussy with one long slow thrust. Matt held still for a moment, enjoying the tight recesses of Amy's cunt. I heard Matt gasp and assumed that Amy was using her pussy muscles to constrict around his shaft. I loved when she squeezed me like this so I knew Matt was in heaven. While this was going on, Krissy had snuggled up in front of me and was intently observing the scene before us. Krissy's position permitted my cock to slip between her thighs and rub against the moist outer lips of her snatch. I started to moved my hips back and forth, smearing her dampness along my shaft. I leaned down and asked Krissy if she liked watching her husband fuck a younger woman. She answered with a moan and shifted her weight, which allowed my dick to slip further into her slit. I could now feel the head of my cock rubbing against her clit as I picked up my pace slightly. I kept whispering my nasty thoughts in Krissy's ear. She seemed to really like hearing me talk dirty to her because she now started to moved her hips in unison with mine. Krissy asked Amy and Matt if she could get a closer look. Matt pulled his glistening cock from my wife and the two of them moved over to the bed that Krissy and I were in. Matt lay down on his back beside his wife and she took hold of his wet dick. She held it upright and told Amy to ride her husband. Amy stood over Matt, bent at the knees, and lowered her dripping box down around his cock. Krissy kept her fist firmly around the base of Matt's shaft as my horny wife bounced up and down, slamming her clit into Krissy's knuckles each time. Krissy finally removed her hand from Matt's rod which allowed my wife to take his entire cock. Amy turned to Krissy and asked her to fuck me. Amy used her now slippery hand to force my cock against her opening. The next time I moved my hips I easily slid inside my friends wife. I began to pump into Krissy's drenched cunt, eliciting a series of low moans from her mouth. Matt shifted his upper body towards his wife, sinking his tongue into her mouth. The two of them kissed passionately as they enjoyed the fucking they were receiving from my wife and I. Amy and I were both taking great pride in the fact that we were providing so much pleasure to another couple. I suggested that we change positions so we untangled and adjusted our bodies. Matt mounted Amy while I bent Krissy over and drove my cock into her from behind. The girls were positioned in a way that their faces were within reach of each others tits. The women proceeded to hungrily lick and suck at the others breasts, while being pounded by the others' husband. The hotel bed began to shake and squeak under the pressure of our four thrashing bodies. We fucked in this position for nearly twenty minutes when Matt announced that he was about to cum. He thrust one last time into Amy and emptied his balls deep within her pussy. Seeing my slut wife get filled with another man's seed was too much for me and I was desperate to cum. Krissy begged me to hold off for a second as she too was fast approaching climax. Krissy screamed out the arrival of her orgasm as she slammed her ass against my pelvis. I could feel her juices being released around my cock as her tight pussy contracted repeatedly. I told Krissy that I couldn't hold off any longer and asked where she wanted me to cum. She informed me that it had always been one of Matt's fantasies to see his wife take a porn style facial. I was more than happy to oblige this request. I withdrew from her soaked pussy, turned her around and rammed my slippery shaft down her throat. After only two or three strokes into her mouth I was ready to burst. I pulled out and she took hold of my pulsating cock, aimed it at her face and asked me to cover her in cum. My orgasm exploded into the air, coating her face and lips with white cream. Krissy jerked my cock, attempting to coax out every drop. When I said that I was done she took my deflating rod into her mouth yet again, sucking out all that I had left. The four of us collapsed in exhaustion, thanking each other for a wild and wonderful evening. Amy and I decided it was time to return to our room for the night. We exchanged goodbyes and left for our room. I was aware that Amy had not yet cum and knew she was probably desperate to do so. As we strolled down the hallway, I reached into Amy's shorts and played with her messy cum filled pussy. I whispered in her ear that I couldn't wait to fuck her sloppy cunt. By the time we reached our door I was rock hard again from the thought of getting sloppy seconds from my wife. Amy led the way into the room and quickly stripped of her clothes revealing her well used pussy. I could see remnants of Matt's load leaking from her slit. I shed my clothes with lightening quick speed and attacked my wife. I threw Amy onto the bed and immediately shoved my cock into her. The feel of another man's load in my wife's pussy was amazing. I kept telling Amy how hot she looked with my friends cock inside her. She said that she wished Matt could have lasted longer and allowed her to cum. I told her not to worry, that I would take care of that. Having used a lot of energy earlier in the night we took out time, moving slowly and deliberately. With each stroke I would pull out until only the very tip of my cock was inside her and then push my entire length in. Wanting to get Amy off, I started to kiss her neck knowing that this always gets her going. Amy began to squirm beneath me as she built to her first orgasm of the night. All of a sudden Amy pushed me off of her and told me to lay on my back so that she could ride me. Amy straddled me and grabbed hold of my cock. She rapidly descended, taking my whole dick into her in one swift motion. She started to grind her pelvis to mine, rubbing her clit against me each time. Having been stimulated for the last few hours by Matt and now myself, it didn't take long for her to reach her boiling point. She screamed out as a massive orgasm hit. Amy bucked her hips wildly while she came on my rigid cock. Just when I thought she was done she announced that she was cumming again. When this second climax wound down I grabbed her ass, held her in place and commenced thrusting upwards. I fucked my hot wife with every ounce of strength I had left. The wetness of her cunt quickly drove me to my own sexual peak. I deposited my large load of cum into her dripping pussy along side Matt's. Sweaty and exhausted, Amy raised herself off my semi hard dick and collapsed next to me. She rolled until her back was facing me and reached for a well deserved cigarette. I cuddled up behind her and tried to insert my member into her again. Amy quickly stopped me, saying that she couldn't go another round. I told her that I just wanted to feel her cum filled pussy one more time before we called it a night. She reluctantly allowed me access to her pussy and I fed my cock into her once again. I kissed her good night and drifted off to sleep, enjoying her well fucked pussy as I did so. Amy & Jenny: Cruise Conundrum 1 (C) Copyright 2002 by Krypto28, all rights reserved, except those described below. Permission is granted to download, archive, and repost provided that the contents are not altered, including the disclaimers, copyrights and limitations on use and provided that no fee is charged for access. This story is erotic fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse the behavior described in this story. All persons and events in this story are completely fictitious and ANY similarity to persons living or dead or to actual events is purely coincidental. **** Amy couldn't believe what she was doing. In just a few days, on May 30th to be exact, she and her boyfriend would be celebrating the anniversary of their fifth year together… apart. She would be sailing the Caribbean on Carnival Cruise Lines' newest floating paradise, the Quintessent Rainbow, for seven nights with her best friend Jenny. Chuck would probably be sitting alone in his apartment being lonely all week. ***** "Earth to Amy… hello?" Jen gave a nudge, hoping to bring her friend back to reality. "What's the matter? We're on our way to paradise! The big boat… fifteen more minutes to the dock!!" "Oh.. I'm sorry, Jen. Just thinking… hoping Chuck will be alright," sighed Amy. "He wouldn't have told you to go ahead if he didn't want you to be here. He understands." "Yeah… but I know he would have said that regardless of what he wanted," she explained. "When we get on that boat, you'll forget he even exists," Jenny laughed. "Gorgeous blue skies, crystal clear water, nightclubs, shopping, black sand beaches, and lotsa guys…" she teased. "I hope you're right… but the guys won't be interested in me. They'll be too busy crawling over you." Amy had always been a little jealous of all the attention that Jenny got. But she figured that it made sense. Jenny was a little nymph. Short brown hair, ringlet curls, a lopsided sexy grin. Big brown eyes. And she always dressed to show off her petite little body. Short shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top in various pastel shades were practically what Jenny lived in during the summer. Of course, Jenny's personality always helped, too. When the gal saw what she wanted, she went after it… and consummating a relationship was a given. Even if said relationship only lasted a few hours. But, Amy had never subscribed to Jenny's theory of life. When Amy had met Chuck it was one year before he saw her undressed, and two more years before they lost their virginity together. Amy had never been comfortable with her body like Jenny, either. She had always been a little overweight, which she always thought would be ok… if she had been proportioned right. She called herself the "Human Pear," because all of her extra weight went to her hips and butt… which did not complement her small 34A chest. All of this distress about her weight blinded her to what everyone else saw, though-- the beautiful shoulder-length wavy blond hair, huge deep blue eyes set into an angel's smiling face. In the months prior to the trip, however, she had been dieting and exercising feverishly. She usually covered everything up, though. She was comfortable in her relationship with Chuck, not feeling to need to impress anyone else-- and still a little insecure. Amy and Jenny could be the oddest of couples, then… one a worldly, free-spirited flirt, the other a quiet, naïve, and committed girlfriend. Somehow they had hit it off during a group project for an education class during their sophomore year in college. Today, nearly three years later and one day removed from college graduation, they exited the shuttle and strolled together up the walkway to the Quintessent Rainbow. "Chuck who?" giggled Amy as she absorbed the sight unfolding before her eyes. Deck after deck rose into the vibrant Florida sky. Hundreds of people were already making themselves at home. Bikini-clad women and men alike were already sprawled on lounges around the Olympic-sized swimming pool, soaking up the just the first of many rays of sun for the trip. "Looks like they're not wasting any time," said Jenny, "and I don't think we should waste any, either!" Amy knew what Jenny was after… she saw all of the single guys at the pool bar. Jenny was no doubt anxious to try out her new string bikini. "I guess I could use a little work on my tan," Amy said, interjecting a false tone of exasperation. Then she grinned and grabbed her "hungry" friend by the hand. ***** In no time they located their tiny room. Amy slipped off her Skechers and slowly wandered towards the sliding glass doors at the rear of the cabin, taking in the sights. Jenny, on the other hand, made a beeline for her suitcase, which was already deposited on the bed by the crew an hour before. Jenny was digging for her swimsuit when she heard Amy gasp. "This is absolutely amazing…" Amy had discovered the balcony, and the view it provided. Out to sea, the sun sparkled over the waves in millions of dancing reflections. Down below, one of the ship's two outdoor on-deck clubs was being decorated for the night's grand opening festivities. Jenny bounded over to check out the view. "This is SWEET… great view, and we can party up here on the balcony and watch everyone party down below at night! And speaking of 'partying,' what do you think about the new suit?" Amy was almost as dumbstruck about the so-called "suit" as she was moments before about the view. Jenny struck a pose, flashed her lopsided grin, and flashed nearly everything else, it seemed. Pastel baby blue this time, but the manufacturer probably could have made a few hundred of those suits from just a yard of the fabric, Amy thought. "So… are you gonna say something? Good? Bad? No?" Jenny implored, curling her toes on the carpet. "I don't know what to say," stammered Amy, and indeed she didn't. She had never quite seen this much of her friend before. Jenny's always-perky B-cup breasts were spilled from the sides of the tiny triangle top, and the curve of her tanned(!) ass was fully exposed. She was wearing a thong. A twinge of envy pinched Amy… and something else. "Well, deary, you're not leaving much to the imagination, there… but honestly, you look great. The guys'll be pulling towels over their trunks with one look at you." Jenny beamed from the approval, and gave Amy a hug and quick kiss on the cheek. "You're the best! But duty calls!" And with that, Jenny grabbed her towel and sunglasses and headed for the pool (and guys). ***** After she left, Amy sat down on the bed in frustration. "She's going to upstage me all week," she thought, near tears. She half-heartedly opened her travel bag and began to sift through its contents. Near the bottom, she found what she was looking for. Her old swimsuit. Faded and yellow, it was a Wal-Mart special. Nothing to compare to the pastel blue floss that Jenny was masquerading in. Checking that the door was locked, and then drawing the blinds across the balcony's glass sliding doors, she stripped off her clothes, then crossed her fingers. Nude, she crossed the room to the massive bed and snatched her yellow one-piece from the coverlet. One leg in, then the other. Straps over the shoulders. "YES!" She could have jumped for joy! The suit hung in folds over her body. Amy knew that she had lost an immense amount of weight in the past few months, but was terrified to relent and weigh herself. She had refused to look for a new suit, convinced that one look at of herself in a bikini would change her mind about going on the trip. Chuck constantly gushed over her new figure, claiming she looked like J. Lo with smaller tits, but what else would he say? He loved her. His opinion was biased, and therefore probably unreliable. "If the suit doesn't fit, don't wear it," she said out loud, and giggled at her silliness in glee. "I'll have to go suit-hunting later." Amy slipped of the suit, tossed it in the trash, then retrieved her underwear and a large sleep shirt from her bag. Sufficiently covered and comfortable, Amy removed a paperback novel from another pocket of her bag, then stepped out onto the balcony. Two wicker chairs and a small table were situated against the rail in one corner. Closing the door and blinds behind her, she made herself comfortable in the chair facing the sea, and began to read… **** Meanwhile… Jenny was on the prowl. She had purposely situated herself close to the bar, where the majority of the guys were hanging out It wasn't five minutes after she had sprawled her barely-clad self on a lounger that the drinks began to arrive. From the gentleman with the white hat… from the gentleman with the red trunks… and hello… from the gentleman in the white trunks. A bold young gentleman he was, brazenly showing off his tanned physique in white, bikini trunks. Jenny's heart began to race as she surveyed his short, curly blonde hair, bright white teeth in a smile… his sculptured chest… six-pack… and the bulge that those tiny white trunks seemed to be struggling to contain. Her nipples immediately became hard, and pushed at the thin fabric at her top. She felt herself begin to get wet down below, and wondered if the fabric would make that visible to everyone else. Brazen or not, Jenny squirmed her legs together a bit with that thought. Jenny had almost yielded to fantasy at that moment, when the white trunks (and the bulge) were right before her eyes. She started, the laughed at her reaction. "Hi, I'm Craig," he introduced himself. "Would you care to go for a swim?" She removed her sunglasses… gotta use those big puppy dogs and gave him that patented lopsided grin. "Sure. It is getting pretty warm out here. And thanks for the drink, by the way." He smiled and took her by the hand ("What a gentleman," she thought, "and cute, too… he's a Goldilocks guy… just right."), then led her to the giant pool. The two of them swam and flirted, made small talk and splashed. Craig had just graduated from college, too, though he went to school in Maine. He was on the cruise with a few friends. Jenny explained that she and her friend Amy ("She's very shy, and is homesick for her boyfriend already") were from Maryland. Craig made it very clear that he was out for a good time. Jenny did the same. It wasn't long before the two had cozied up beneath the giant waterfall that spilled into the center of the pool. A bandstand had been built to look like an island rising from the water. A bamboo walkway bridged the edge of the pool to the tall, "mountainous" platform. Water poured from one vegetation covered side, and it poured over the couple's heads. "Well, isn't this romantic, " Jenny smirked. "It could be…" Craig gave her a wink. Jenny knew what the wink meant, and was happy to oblige. She reached down and freed his instantly hardening cock. She leaned up and whispered in his ear, "ever fuck someone under a waterfall?" He laughed, then lifted Jenny until her eyes were level with his. In one swift, almost practiced gesture, she slipped her tongue into his mouth and pulled aside the pastel blue swatch of fabric covering her pussy. She gasped as he immediately lowered her onto his penis. The large head met with some resistance at first, then eased slowly inside. Jenny wrapped her legs around his waist and clawed her toes against his ass. Her orgasm was building quickly as he lifted her up and down on his dick. She watched the other swimmers, seeing if they were witnessing her little scene. None seemed to notice… except for a group of two guys sitting at the edge of the pool. They had to be Craig's friends from college. She managed a wave and a wink before waves of orgasm took her mind away from the world. Jenny's clenching pussy was not lost on Craig. And was she waving at the guys? Wow… Thoughts of what this gal could be capable of coursed through Craig's mind, and that was enough to send him over the edge. He exploded inside of her, pumping load after load of semen into her body. Jenny giggled at her naughtiness, and slid off of his still jerking dick. She wanted to see his reaction when the cold water of the pool met a penis that had become accustomed to the most comfortable sort of warmth in the world. The look was classic… she laughed as he covered himself, and swam away. Jenny knew she'd see him again soon. **** Amy thought she heard a key in the door. She laughed to herself, figured Jenny was either coming back after her, forgot the oil, or had some wild news about a guy she just met. She marked her place in the book, then waited with a grin on her face for her friend to come tearing through the door. First the doorknob, then the door. She heard footsteps in the room, then the sound of a bag ruffling. "Musta just forgot something," she thought, then rose from her chair to open the sliding door. No sooner had she risen-- and the door closed again. Amy rushed through the sliding door, getting momentarily tangled in the blinds. "Jenny! Wait up! Hey!" Finally getting free of the blinds, she ran to the cabin door and rushed out into the hallway. "That gal was in a hurry," she thought, and smiled. Then she realized she was standing in the hall in just her undies and a tshirt. Never wanting to get caught exposed in any way (even the yellow granny swimsuit made her feel naked), she darted back inside her cabin. "Maybe I should go down to the pool and see what all this excitement's about," she thought. She went into the bathroom, checked her hair (a breeze had been blowing out on the balcony), then went to grab a pair of shorts from her bag… … only her bag was missing. To Be Continued… Amy & Jenny: Cruise Conundrum 2 (C) Copyright 2001 by Krypto28, all rights reserved, except those described below. Permission is granted to download, archive, and repost provided that the contents are not altered, including the disclaimers, copyrights and limitations on use and provided that no fee is charged for access. This story is erotic fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse the behavior described in this story. All persons and events in this story are completely fictitious and ANY similarity to persons living or dead or to actual events is purely coincidental. --- Jenny couldn't help but smile as she padded down one of the cruise ship's many corridors. She and Amy had only been aboard the Quintessent Rainbow for an hour, and already she had "gotten some action." "I've got to get back and tell Amy, "she thought. "She doesn't know what's she's missing." Amy had said that she would be at the pool shortly… but didn't show up. **** The pool was the last thing on Amy's mind at the moment. She was reeling… she had been out on the balcony of the girls' cabin when she heard the main door open. Seconds later, she heard the door shut. Amy had raced out to meet Jenny, but no one was in the hall... and when she reentered the room... her bag was missing. Its absence took a second to register, and then Amy nearly threw up. "Jenny wouldn't have taken my bag... how?" her mind raced. "How did someone get into the room? Who could, even?" Her stomach did the biggest flipflop when she began to think of the contents of that bag: all of her money, her clothes, towels, shoes, makeup, jewelry. All of the jewelry Chuck had given her was in the bag! Her diamond promise ring! The sound of a key in the lock snapped Amy out of her runaway train of grief, aborted the sobs before they could begin. Without thinking, she dove inside the tiny bathroom and locked the door behind her, then cowered in the corner between the shower stall and sink. She heard bare feet padding on the carpet, then the sound of a key rapping against a dresser or table. Then, a familiar, singsongy voice... "Aaaammyyy... Aim?... where ya at?" It was Jenny this time, back from the pool at last. Amy didn't want her friend to see her freaked out over what was probably nothing. Jenny would downplay the situation, anyway. Maybe she came for the bag after all. Was looking for some towels or something and needed to take the whole thing for some reason. Amy crossed her fingers, unlocked the door, then stepped out into the air-conditioned room. "AMY! You'll never guess, you'll never guess, you'll never guess!" Jenny flew across the room and nearly tackled her friend. "You'll. Never. Guess." Amy bit her tongue... best to let her speak. No big deal, she had to have the bag, she's excited, let her talk. A quick glance over Jenny's shoulder didn't reveal a navy blue travel bag, though. "I was at the pool... maybe five minutes... took my towel off... and it took, like, two minutes, and it was drink city." Jenny was nearly wild-eyed with excitement. "Like five guys sent drinks over, and they were staring and talking with their buddies, then this one guy... Craig... he was SOooo hot. Had this tiny white bikini on. A guy! With the little trunks... and his package... wow! Anyway, he buys me a Fuzzy Navel, which is so weird, 'cause that's our favorite, and he doesn't even know me..." Amy couldn't help but smile, even though another cursory look across the room didn't find her bag. "...then he asks me to go for a swim... so we do... then I just went for it." Jenny pauses for dramatic effect (and to catch her breath). "We fucked in the pool under a waterfall. We were kissing and I felt him get rock hard, so I just pulled his dick out, slid my bottoms over, and there it was... VERY hot... I've never done it so publicly before." Amy gasped. "You didn't wear a condom?" "No, I didn't wear a condom... I don't really have anything to put it on, anyway, silly." Jenny giggled. "Plus, this wasn't really exactly a thoroughly planned out event, you know? I remembered my pill today, and as far as any other bad thing that could happen... well, it ain't gonna happen. He seemed clean." "I hope not... for your sake," said Amy. The she remembered the bag. She crossed her fingers again. "Jenny... I've got a question for you. Did you by any chance come back to the room and then leave really quick afterwards... like maybe ten minutes ago?" "Uh... no... I left Craig in the pool and came straight here to tell you about it. I haven't been back here since I left the first time. Why?" Amy began to shake, then the crying began. Jenny slipped an arm around her distraught friend. "Amy, babe, what's wrong? What happened?" "My bag... someone came into the room... my bag is gone..." she blurted through wracking sobs. "What? Someone came into the room? How? We had the only keys, I thought. Waitaminute..." Jenny hurried around the bed. "Whew... my bag is still here! I wonder why they didn't take mine?" "Mine was on the bed, right in plain view," Amy moaned. "They must not have seen yours. What are we going to do?? My promise ring was in that bag! And all of my money for the week... and all of my clothes!" She pulled at her big tshirt. "This is all that I have!" Jenny moved back and gave her friend a big hug. "It'll be ok, babe. Don't worry about it. I'll get some clothes on and go find the security office. We'll sort this out, you watch." "What am I going to do? Stay holed up in this room in this tshirt for the whole week?" "Well, until we do find your bag, you're welcome to anything in my bag-- clothes, money, you name it, it's yours." Jenny smiled. "I'm gonna get changed and go looking for security, alright?" And with that, Jenny grabbed her bag and retreated to the bathroom. **** A few short minutes later, Jenny was once again back out in the spotlight-- the object of lust for any guy (and some gals) that crossed paths with her. She had grabbed an aqua green tube top and a short pair of cutoffs for the trip. Leather open-toed slides covered feet that made tracks for the pool yet again. Jenny knew that the bartender was a friendly-enough guy, and he could probably point her in the direction of the security office. And then, it wouldn't hurt if Craig and his buddies were still hanging around, too. Another minute and at least three catcalls later, Jenny made her triumphant return to the pool. Knowing glances greeted her, as many of the sunbathers that occupied the lounges were witnesses just an hour previous-- to her romp under the pool waterfall with a hunky young guy in tiny white trunks. Jenny headed straight for the bar, searching the crowd for Craig, the aforementioned hunky young guy in tiny white trunks. No sign of him... maybe the cold water was too much for him, Jenny thought, and barely stifled a giggle. "My, that water musta been chilly compared to what he was used to for the moment..." She climbed onto a bar stool and waited for the bartender to finish mixing a drink for an older lady about five stools down. The lady was bitching about the rum/ice ratio in her pina colada, so Jenny found herself tracing a finger around the condensation rings drying on the bar to pass the time. Daydreams of fun in the sun and in the bedroom began to envelop her mind, when the light, teasing touch of fingertips being feathered across the naked small of her back broke the reverie. "Hey... wildcat..." Jenny tensed at the touch and voice, but made herself relax and allowed the finger to trace its way up her spine and across the back of her neck before she turned. The body, or rather bodies, there to greet her didn't match her expectations... but they may have surpassed them. The guy who had spoken opened his mouth to speak again, but Jenny cut him off. "Hey... you two are Craig's friends, aren't you?" Earlier, whilst "entertaining" young Craig the college stud under the pool's waterfall, Jenny had caught Craig's entourage gawking at the show. Rather than look away in embarrassment, she gave the boys a wink and a grin. An exhibitionistic side she didn't know she ever had had revealed itself in that pool. Being watched-- especially by these two hotties-- really got her off. "Uh, yeah" stammered the first guy. "I didn't think you'd recognize us. My name is Mark, and this is my little brother, Chris. We're in the same frat with Craig." Jenny almost let a giggle slip with the mention of "little" in reference to the guy called Chris. While Mark stood a respectable six feet tall and possessed a trim physique, Chris could have been the starting middle linebacker for his college football team. He was at least five inches taller than his "big" brother and had to weigh at least 250 pounds. The family resemblance was definitely there, though. Brown eyes and a strong jaw on the both of them. They were a little more modest than their buddy Craig, too. Board shorts-- no bikinis there. "Well, nice to meet you face-to-face, boys. I remember you two perfectly." Jenny flashed the lopsided grin. Brothers! And totally gorgeous ones, too! The threesome chatted for a short while, the brothers buying Jenny her umpteenth drinks of the day, and then the last remaining sunbathers of the afternoon (it was nearing twilight now) watched lunchtime's little "tramp" exit stage left with two new men.... **** Meanwhile... Amy stood next to the bed, looking dejectedly at the pile of clothes piled into and spilling out of Jenny's travel bag. Jenny had been gone for over an hour, supposedly looking for the security office. Amy hoped that that meant the security office was really tough to find, and Jenny was kinda bad with directions... but more than likely Jenny had been approached by (or approached herself) a good-looking guy, and together they were off watching the sunset or having a drink or fucking in his room. So, rather than sit around for the rest of the night in a big tshirt and watch TV, Amy had decided to see if she could find a decent outfit in Jenny's wardrobe and get out of the cabin for awhile. She hadn't paid a few thousand dollars to sit in what amounted to a half-size hotel room for a week. Things stolen or no, she was determined to at least try to have a good time. But... that didn't work out as nicely as she had hoped. Twenty minutes of searching, then searching again for a "decent" outfit in Jenny's things was turning out to be a job for Ethan Hunt and the Impossible Mission people. First Amy looked for underwear... start with the basics. Amy found two bras. Two?! For a whole week? But wait-- did Jenny ever wear a bra? Rarely. She chose the demi-cut in pastel yellow. It was cute, but it looked a bit big. Amy checked the tag, but couldn't find one-- Jenny must have clipped it off. Modesty always a concern, Amy made sure that that blinds over the sliding glass balcony door were closed entirely, then moved to the front door to verify that it was locked. She shuddered when she remembered that someone else had the key to their room-- so she added the chain near the top of the door as a precaution. Satisfied with her enforced privacy, Amy peeled off her t-shirt and tossed it on the floor. White cotton panties and a white bra landed in the heap seconds later. Amy grabbed the silky yellow bra from the bed and slipped her arms inside the straps, then reached around to clasp it in back. But even at its tightest clasp, the bra hung loose on her chest. Too big. It was maybe 36 around, and definitely a cup size too large. Amy nearly ripped the fragile fabric in frustration. She had always been disgusted with the size of her chest. He mom had been nicknamed "Bubbles" when she went to high school. Why couldn't she have inherited the trait? No bra, then. She thought about just wearing her own sole remaining bra -- the one she had just taken off-- then decided against it. She had already worn it for a day and a half. But there was still hope-- she had brought some tank tops on the trip that had support built into them, and surely Jenny had a few that were similar. Panties, then. In the side pouch, next to where she found the two bras. At an initial glance, it looked as if Jenny had only brought two pairs of panties (why not? only two bras). It was then, with some amount of horror, that Amy realized that she was indeed looking at a week's worth of panties-- but that week's worth of panties included about as much fabric in ten pairs as would have been contained in TWO pairs of Amy's panties. String bikinis... string thong bikinis. Satiny, shimmery, and in seemingly every color of the pastel rainbow-- plus the standard red, black, and white. Amy had never worn a thong before. She had never even considered wearing a thong. Always weight-conscious, she thought that her butt was way too big to show off. Looking at the tiny loops of fabric, she wondered if she would even fit into one. Jenny's ass was very small compared to hers, but it was either a thong or nothing at all. It took her a moment to orient the panties... it was difficult to discern the leg holes from the waistband. Then, with a "here goes nothing" sigh, she stepped into Jenny's pastel green thong and pulled the panties up, crossing her face up as the thin band of fabric in the back slid snug between her cheeks and tight against her sex. The panties fit like a glove. A little too tight, actually, but not a crisis. Amy wasn't sure if she liked the feel or not-- like a constant wedgie on the (dis)comfort side, but yet a little daring. She liked the twinge she got as she saw the reflection of her bare ass in the mirror on the bathroom door. She had lost a lot of weight recently! Her "ghetto" booty was definitely shrinking. Looking at the front, she was suddenly grateful that Jenny had insisted on the two of them getting a bikini wax together before the trip. Walking back to the bag (and resisting the ingrained urge to readjust her underwear), Amy began to scout for a pair of shorts or a bottom of some sort. Easy enough-- white shorts. Jenny had several pairs. She chose a random one (they looked all the same) and slipped them on. Whoa. They were super-tight, and her butt was nearly exposed out of the back of them. So Amy tried another pair, and then another... and every pair fit the same way. Ok... save the bottoms for later... find a respectable top. And ten minutes later, the bag had still not yielded the support tank top that Amy was positive that Jenny owned. Tears came. She wished that Chuck was there. She wished for her bag, her clothes, her ring. **** Night had fallen by the time the door to suite B11 slowly opened. A sandal-clad foot appeared through the crack between door and wall, then the rest of a very red-faced Amy stepped out into the hall. Chuck would have shit. His girlfriend of four years, the picture of modesty and innocence... Amy had relented. Her desire to get out was greater than her unease about the outfit she had been forced to wear. She guessed that the shorts weren't too bad. As long as she took it slow in walking, they wouldn't ride up and show her ass. It was the top that had her slightly mortified. Amy had been forced to go braless, which wasn't normally an uncomfortable thing. Her chest was only a 34A, so she didn't really need any support... but then there was the nipple issue. The warm tropical air was contantly interrupted by a cool breeze that blew off of the ocean. The thin, nearly sheer material of the tank top Amy had chosen was little protection against the periodic drop in temperature, and it showed. It really showed. Amy could never fully let herself go to enjoy the sights, sounds, and smells of the giant floating paradise. She was too concerned with the slowly-rising white shorts as she walked, and covering her chest with crossed arms. She guessed that anyone that saw her would wonder what in the hell was her mood-- to be walking at nearly a snail's pace with crossed arms? Was she mad? She decided to check out Jenny's infamous waterfall at the pool-- to see the site of the "dirty deed." Maybe "clear" her head with a drink at the pool bar. **** Finding the security office was the last thing on Jenny's mind as she strolled arm-in-arm with the brothers Mark and Chris, back to their room she assumed. The boys had someplace else in mind, though. The Quintessent Rainbow had nearly 25 jacuzzi/sauna setups scattered across its many decks, each privacy-shielded by tinted glass, greenery, or faux bamboo walls. It was to one of these that the guys were headed. It being dinnertime, the group had somewhat of a choice of setups. The brothers chose a greenery-shielded "oasis," turned on the spa feature of the jacuzzi, then stepped into the steaming and bubbling waters. Jenny took a seat at one of the two two-person tables that was situated near the water and crossed her legs. "Hey guys... this place is great, but I didn't bring a suit or anything." Chris laughed, "Well, that was the point. You didn't seem all that modest with Craig in the pool earlier." "Well, what makes you two think that I even want to fool around?" Jenny tried to sound offended, but inside her heart was pounding with excitement. Mark-- "Don't give us that, now... we saw you winking earlier... and we know what was happening while you were winking. Craig told us that you were the one that got onto him..." Jenny was a firm believer in "actions speak louder than words," so rather than continue the hard-to-get ruse (and make herself wait), she took action. A pair of the little white shorts that Amy could barely squeeze into were soon on the ground and kicked to the side, then sandals were kicked nearby. Jenny's aqua tube top and matching aqua micro-thong became a makeshift swimsuit. With a flash of the lopsided grin and a wink, she joined the brothers in the boiling jacuzzi. "We didn't mean to get in in your underwear," said Mark. He seemed to be moving under the water as he said this, and then his hand came up with his shorts. "We'll do the same if it makes you more comfortable." Chris took that as a cue and deposited his own trunks on the edge of the jacuzzi seconds later. This was beginning to advance too quickly, even for Jenny. The guys had immediately descended on her, their hard naked cocks pressed against the outsides of her thighs, their hands exploring her semi-nude body without invitation. She normally wouldn't mind the attention, but in such a public area? At least at the pool she was still in her swimsuit and under the cover of the waterfall for the most part. Here anyone could walk in, and already a rough hand had pulled down her now-transparent tube top and exposed her small breasts. Another hand-- Chris's, she thought-- was tugging on the string of fabric that constituted the waistband of her tiny panties. "Guys... GUYS.. " Jenny tried to be firm, but a tongue in her mouth silenced her concerns before she could voice them. Mark and Chris had planned this interlude seconds after the "wink," and were not to be denied. In her half-hearted struggle, Jenny became vaguely aware of her thong's waistband snapping from Chris's insistent tugging. Mark stuffed his dick in her mouth just as two of Chris's thick fingers invaded her pussy. At this, Jenny's lust overrode any misgivings she had over the situation. She opened her mouth wider and relaxed her throat to take all of Mark's seven inches. She was relatively inexperienced at deep throating, but the hands clutched behind her head didn't offer much of an option. His pubic hair began to tickle her nose with each thrust. To keep from losing consciousness, she tried concentrating on the fingers alternately working in and out of her sex and tweaking her clit. Her orgasm exploded through the haze, but then all was dark. Amy & Joan It's 1 o'clock in the morning, Amy Hudson, 18, seems to be having a problem getting to sleep. Amy is 5'7, killer body with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Her tits are a wonderful 36c. Amy has been having this sleeping problem ever since she saw her mother come out of the shower a few weeks ago. The last time she saw her mother naked she was only 7 years old, obviously too young to care. It was different now. She couldn't get her mother's hot naked body out of her mind. She first tried to just let it go, that didn't work, then she tried masturbating herself too sleep, also didn't work. She wanted her mother bad. Amy's mother, Joan, had her at the age of 17 so she's still fairly young. Joan goes to the gym 3 times a week and has managed to keep in great shape. She doesn't look a day over 25. Amy got up out of her bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen to make herself some coffee. She figured "Hey what the hell? I can't sleep, might as well have a nice cup of coffee." "Honey?" Amy heard a voice, it was her mother. "Mom?" she replied. "Amy dear what are you doing up this late?" "Um...I couldn't sleep mom. Just making some coffee. Want some?" "Sure baby." "Mom why are you up this late?" "Same reason as you, couldn't sleep" Joan took a seat next to her daughter. Wearing only a blue robe and panties Amy couldn't help but stare at her mother. Her eyes would wander to her mother's breasts, then down to her inner thighs. "Honey what are you looking at?" "Nothing mom." "You were undressing me with your eyes weren't you?" "NO! NO NO MOM! Not at all." "Mmmm you little liar" her mother said with a grin "What?" "I bet you'd like to see mommy's tits and pussy wouldn't you dear?" "MOM?!?!" Joan soon started to undo her robe. Amy was shocked. Here she is, seating next to her mother and her mother is stripping for her. Joan's stood up and let her robe drop to her feet. "Do you like mommy's tits dear?". She took off her slippers and walked behind her daughter. "Oh yes mom, they're beautiful." Joan licked her daughters ear and slowly moved her hands to her daughter's breasts. Amy moaned as her mother played with her tits, pinching her nipples through her shirt. "Honey I know you saw me in the shower last week and I've been fantasing about this moment since then. Your eyes on my body made me so hot that night. I went into my room and finger fucked myself like crazy." Joan pulled Amy's shirt up over her head and once again place her hands on her daughter's tits. She squeezed and pulled on her nipples and then moved her mouth to her girl's nipple. She licked and sucked on the hard lil thing and then moved to the other. Amy's moaning was becoming louder and louder. "Come on honey, let's go into the living room" She took Amy's hand and lead her to the couch. She laid amy back, and ran her pointer finger up and down Amy's panty covered pussy. Soon she slide her daughter's panties off and inserted her finger in her wet cunt. "Oh mom, ooooohhhh that feels so good" "You like that baby? You like the way mommy finger fucks your young cunt?" "Oh yes mommy! Eat me out please?" "Mmmm ok dear. Spread those beautiful legs for mommy!" Amy spread her legs wide for her mother. Joan moved her face in close to her daughter's sweet delight. She sniffed at her daughter's sex. "MMMMMMM" she said out loud. Joan stuck out her tongue and licked slowly at Amy's moist pussy lips, she then bit down on them and kissed the softly. Then, like a wild beast she dove her tongue deep inside her love hole. Licking and sucking up her daughter's sweet juices. "Oh God mommy, oooooohhhhh, ooooohhhhh God I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in your mouth mommy!" "Mmmm yeah, mmmm give my your juices sweetie..mmmmm explode into mommy's mouth...God you taste so good!" With that Amy shot waves and waves of cum into her mother's sweet mouth. Her mouth got up, and kissed her daughter's lips. Letting Amy get a taste of herself. Joan pulled away and removed her panties. "Do you like mommy's pussy honey? Look it's shaved just like yours, only a triangle patch of hair on it. Do you wanna taste mommy's pussy dear? I bet you do?" "OH YES MOM! LET ME PLEASE?!" Amy and Joan switched places. Joan now on the couch and Amy on her knees between her mother's thighs. She cupped her mom's breasts and soon enough she began to suck her mother's nipples. "Amy, mmm please baby mommy need's her pussy sucked and fucked, please baby don't torture me?" "Sorry mom" Amy moved her head between her mother's thighs and cupped Joan's pussy with her mouth. Her tongue soon forced it's way in. Lapping up her mother's juices with her wet tongue. Joan's moaning was loud, so loud Amy was starting to think someone might hear them. "OH YEAH AMY! FUCKING LICK MOMMY'S PUSSY! OH YEAH BABY, SUCK IT...MMMMM GOD YEAH! PLACE A FINGER IN MY ASSHOLE. FUCK MY ASSHOLE AMY! YOU'RE A GOOD GIRL, DO AS MOMMY SAYS!" Amy placed her finger deep inside her mother's asshole while she happily ate her mom out! Soon Joan began to buck her hips, it was obvious she was about to cum...and she did. "Oh baby that was great, I love you so much Amy" "MMMM mommy....Mmm you taste wonderful. Can we do this again sometime?" "Fuck yes, give me a few minutes and I'll be ready again" Joan said with a wink. The 2 beauties cuddled for a bit and in a few minutes they were ready again... "Ready honey?" "Ready mom" Amy & Kristen Tears trickled down Amy's face. She lay on her sofa, contemplating her situation. She had been with Brian for two years, and then all of a sudden she gets pushed aside for an old flame. Two years of her life, dedicated to one man wasted all because an old girlfriend decided to show up. She felt decimated. Brian had been her whole world for two long years. Two years of being intimate and completely trusting of a single person in a way she felt she never could. There was now a growing emptiness that she thought could never be filled again. A knock at the front door jarred her from her sorrow. Quickly wiping the tears from her face, she stood, moving to check through the peephole. Seeing who it was, she opened the door. "Hi Kristen. I...wasn't expecting you." She said sheepishly. "No one ever does." Kristen said, moving inside and plopping down on the couch. "What's wrong? You look upset." "Nothing...nothing's wrong." Amy said, trying to hide her anguish. The older woman sat up, staring at the distraught girl. "You know you can't lie to me, hon." She gave Amy a stern look. "And you know I won't blab about your secrets like I do my own." Amy moved over to the couch, sitting beside Kristen and folding her hands in her lap. "It's not a secret really. Brian and I broke up." She paused, trying to hold in her tears. One escaped, and began to glisten on her cheek. "His ex came back into town, and he left me to hook back up with her." "You see, this is why I don't trust men. They do that kind of thing, and they do it way too often." "Well, I'm not like you. They're my only option. I'm not into other girls." Kristen watched the tear trickle down Amy's face. She knew that last statement didn't mean anything, but she couldn't help but take it as a challenge. She smiled sweetly and wiped the tear away. "Well hon, you should never say never." Amy turned away from her slightly, crossing her arms. "Kristen, you don't understand. I gave my virginity to him. You know how timid I am. I've never done anything with anyone else, especially not a girl." Kristen gingerly moved her fingers through Amy's hair. "Well, I'd never make you do anything that made you uncomfortable, but I know what could make you feel much better, get your mind off things." Amy slowly turned her head to look at her friend. "I...I can't." Kristen moved to the floor, sitting on her knees in front of Amy. She took Amy's face gently in her hands, peering into her frosty blue eyes. "Amy, you may have given your virginity to Brian, but you're still pure. You're far too nice and sweet to sit here crying. I want to make you feel good." The younger girl looked down at her friend. She knew Kristen was openly lesbian and not ashamed about it, but she had never seen her as anything else but a friend. And yet...here she is, trying to cheer me up. The ONLY one trying to cheer me up. Kristen moved ever so slowly closer to Amy, gently kissing her. The younger girl hesitated, but slowly closed her eyes, returning the kiss. At first she felt strange. She was raised believing that two women should never be together. Yet her best friend was openly a lesbian, and now they were kissing. She didn't know what to be more scared of: the fact she was kissing her best friend...or the fact she was liking it. Either way, she now gently kissed back. When Kristen felt Amy was comfortable, she slowly slid her tongue beyond Amy's lips. To Amy, the kiss seemed to last an eternity, but eventually Kristin pulled back, looking into her younger friends' eyes. "Are you okay?" Kristen asked. "I...I am." Amy answered, almost in a whisper. She was now trembling from the excitement. Everything she used to think was wrong suddenly felt so right. "Do...you want to keep going, hon?" "I think so." Amy replied meekly. Kristen took Amy by the hand and began leading her to the bedroom. "Well, let's go in here then." She said, smiling. "A couch is no place for your first time." She continued onto Amy's bed, perfectly made in her obsessive compulsive way. Before sitting the younger girl down, Kristen began lifting her shirt. Amy still trembled, but let her shirt slide up over her head, her long blonde hair tumbling free. Then, sliding her arms around Amy's waist, Kristen gently began kissing her again. Amy hesitantly placed her hands against Kristen's chest as she began to unhook the clasp on her bra. As it became loose, the taller woman broke the kiss, gently sliding the straps down Amy's shoulders. As it fell to the floor, Amy covered her breasts with her arms. Kristen couldn't help but smile. "Aw, you're so shy. Are you sure you want me to keep going, hon?" Kristen asked sweetly. "I'm...I'm sure. It feels good, so far." "It will get even better." Kristen replied, her smile becoming wider. The older woman dropped to her knees, and began to unbutton Amy's jeans. Amy gasped a little in surprise, but just stood there, looking down at her friend. Kristen slowly unzipped the jeans, and pulled them down. Amy, almost without thinking, stepped out of her pants. Now the young woman stood there in just her pink panties, arms still over her breasts. Kristen gently pressed on Amy's hips, pushing her down onto the bed. As Amy lay down, Kristen gently kissed her stomach, working her way up, until she reached where Amy's arms still lay, covering her chest. She took Amy's hands in her own, smiling up at her. "It's okay. Just relax, and enjoy this." Then, releasing her hands, Kristen gently kissed the top of Amy's left breast, then down to her nipple. She gently ran her fingers along the other breast, running her tongue along the center. She could hear Amy gasp, and smiled. After a few minutes of having her breasts gently fondled and kissed, Amy became a little caught up in the moment. She hesitantly ran her fingers through Kristen's hair. The woman looked up at Amy, and smiled, then began kissing her way down her flat stomach again. Amy lay her head back as Kristen's lips brushed past her navel, and then began on her thighs. A series of tender kisses sent waves of pleasure through her, and she couldn't help but shudder. Kristen finally made her way to Amy's center, and took a deep breath. "Mmm, you smell sweet, sweety." "I...I didn't...know it smelled like anything, in particular." Amy said meekly. Kristen hooked her fingers in Amy's panties now, sliding them down her slender legs. She couldn't help but smile again, and lowered her head, gently kissing Amy's clit. This produced a deep breath from Amy, and she raised her hips off the bed just a bit. In response to this, Kristen softly flicked her tongue over it now, and Amy began making little moans. Kristen just couldn't stop smiling as she ran her tongue down Amy's slit, and then back up to her clit. Amy tasted so sweet, and Kristen thought that fit her perfectly. Amy once again began running her fingers through Kristen's hair as Kristen pressed her tongue deep into Amy. She could feel Amy getting wetter the more she continued. Before too long, she could feel Amy's nails press into her scalp, and new that she was close already. The excitement of her first time with another girl must've been getting to her. With this, Kristen moved her tongue back up, suckling on Amy's clit again. Amy began bucking her hips softly, and Kristen moved accordingly, until finally Amy moaned out "Oh Kristen...". Kristen then slowed, gently lapping at Amy's wetness, before stopping to crawl up on top of Amy, kissing her softly. Amy was out of breath, but managed to kiss back. She was surprised though, as she could taste herself on Kristen's lips and tongue. Before now, she had always thought it would've been weird or sick to taste herself, but she couldn't get enough. She wrapped her arms around Kristen's waist, passionately returning the kiss, letting their tongues intertwine. Finally, Kristen broke the kiss, a soft smile still on her face. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" "No..." Amy said, managing to talk between her deep breaths. "It's never been, never been that gentle. I really liked it." Kristen nuzzled her head on Amy's shoulder, gently kissing her neck. "I want...I want to do that...to you." Amy said, turning her head away timidly. Kristen was surprised to hear this. She lifted her head, tilting it slightly. "Are you sure? You don't have to just because I did it to you." "I know." Amy said, slowly turning her head to look into Kristen's eyes, trying to be brave. "I just want to make you feel good." "Only if you really want to, hon." "I do." Amy said. Showing a little bit of bravery, she rolled Kristen over and now lay on top of her, kissing her. Kristen still had a hint of her own taste, and she couldn't get enough of it now. Amy now lifted Kristen's shirt over her head. Kristen lifted her back so she could unhook her bra, and once it was off, Amy slowly lowered her head, flicking her tongue over Kristen's nipple, before taking it in her mouth. She suckled each one gently, just as Kristen had done to her, knowing it had to feel good. She decided to change it up a little bit though. Becoming even more bold, she slid her hand down underneath the waistband of Kristen's shorts, underneath her panties, and gently ran her fingers along her friend's slit. Kristen watched Amy with interest, moaning quietly. Amy sat up now, unbuttoning and pulling down Kristen's shorts and thong. She had never worn thongs herself...didn't see the reason to, but seeing one on Kristen just looked so sexy. It was painful to take off. Now that Kristen lay completely naked, Amy could see she was completely shaven, unlike herself, who kept hers neatly trimmed. Either way, that didn't matter now. She slid down, placing her head between Kristen's legs. This was the first time she'd ever seen another woman'sex. She used her fingers to spread Kristen's lips apart, looking at it intently before gently running her fingertips over her clit. Kristen shuddered at the feeling. It had been a while since she had been with a man or woman, and Amy was being very gentle, very careful. The feeling sent shivers through her spine. After experimenting with her fingers, Amy leaned in close, took a deep breath, and began to slide her tongue up and down Kristen's slit. Kristen moaned, spreading her legs to give Amy easier access. The younger woman continued doing this slowly at first, but began speeding up, moving from bottom to top, always ending with a little kiss of the clit. This made Kristen very wet, and just as Amy had done, she began bucking her hips, trying to get Amy's tongue deeper inside of her. Then, she could feel Amy's hand brush across her thigh. She lifted her head, seeing that Amy was now playing with herself at the same time. Kristen reached down, gently cupping Amy's chin, and whispering sexily. "Mmm, you want more, don't you hon? Come lay on top of me, facing the opposite way." Amy was still out of breath, and she licked her lips, loving Kristen's bittersweet taste. "I've never done that before...not even with a boyfriend." "It's fine. You'll love it." Amy listened, now too turned on to be as shy as she had been. She lifted one leg over Kristen's head, laying down opposite of her, and went right back to work eating her out, suckling on her clit. Kristen lifted her own heard now, delving her pink muscle deep inside Amy's slit, darting it in and out. The two women moaned and writhed on the bed, each giving the other equal pleasure. Almost instantaneously, they both climaxed with loud moans. Amy crawled off of Kristen, and turned around to lay in her arms, both women out of breath now. "Do you have any regrets?" Kristen asked. "No...that was different than anything I've ever experienced. I loved it, I, I think I love you." Kristen smiled, holding Amy in her arms, and kissed her cheek. "I'm glad. You're one hell of a girl. I'm proud to be your first." Amy smiled, resting her head on Kristen's chest. Before long, she was fast asleep. Kristen smiled, kissing Amy's forehead before falling asleep herself. Amy and Pam Please note, the following story has graphic sexual content. If you are younger than 18, please do not read any further. Copyright by the author, feb 2007 * This moment, this very moment felt so strange. I was on my bed with a stupid catalog. I was feeling so empty and lost. The night was so quiet. For some reason, right at that moment I felt that my life was changing. I had one foot in the life of a girl, but the other was stepping toward womanhood. The catalog was for underwear. I know this sounds silly, but the life-change could be summed up in this simple catalog. Up until that point, I never worried - or cared - about such stuff. But now I needed these things. On a purely pragmatic level, I needed a new bra. All my old bras were too small. This was part of growing up - and it was both scary and wonderful. It was late, and when I heard my phone ring I was surprised anyone would call me at this hour. It was Amy. I was immediately excited to hear her voice. She was home from her father's house, where she had been living since her parents divorce last summer. Now she was back in her mom's house, right across the street. I had talked to her a lot while she was away. And I knew she was going to be back home soon, but I didn't realize that she was back already. Our phone conversation was short, all she told me she wanted to see me - right away. "Oh Pam - Is it okay if I come over?" I replied, "Yes Amy, please c'mon over." "Are you sure?" "Yes - Please come over, please. My parents are away so there's no one to wake up. Plus, I really wanna see you!" She said thank you, and then I hung up the phone. Something was wrong - I could hear it in her voice. I worried about Amy so much. We had always been really close, and it had been hard on me - on both of us really - since she had been away. I missed talking to her, and hanging out. Ours was such a strong and close friendship. But still, I truly worried about her. There was something so unbelievably sensitive about her. Sometimes it made her seem so naive. But this same thing - this vulnerability, made her who she was. It allowed her to be lovely and kind. I sat on my bed and waited. I was nervous and concerned. It was just a minute before I heard the door downstairs. She didn't bother to knock, she just walked in, and came upstairs to my room. As soon as she walked into my room, I could see how sad she looked. We hugged and said an awkward hello. I was so happy to see her, but at the same time - I was distressed to see her looking so worried. We actually just stared at each other for a moment. She had on a simple whit t-shirt and a pair of nylon running shorts. We tried to make a little small talk. She asked what I had been doing sitting up so late. I was a little embarrassed because it seemed so dumb, but I told her anyway, "Well, I was looking for a new bra." "Really?" Amy answered. "Well, Yeah - I mean, I don't fit my old bra's anymore. Now they're all too small for me." Then Amy said, "Oh Pam, I'm so jealous..." "What do you mean?" Amy replied, "Oh c'mon - remember last summer? When we both wore those bikinis?" And then I laughed, I knew exactly what she meant. We had actually had a long talk about our breasts, and how they were impossibly small for our age, and we lamented that we may NEVER get any bigger. Amy said, "I still don't need a bra, I'm just so tiny it wouldn't do anything." And I said, "Well, now I need a bra, a lot has happened since last summer." With that, Amy smiled - but at the same time she seemed so sad. I couldn't figure out what she was thinking, but I could tell that something was really bothering her. I felt a little awkward with the silence, and I finally said, "Now - with my bigger chest, I get more attention from boys." I immediately regretted saying that. I know how sensitive Amy is about her body and especially about boys. "Oh god, Amy - I didn't mean anything by that..." She answered with a faint smile, "It's okay, I just - I mean - it's just..." "What is it? You can tell me." And after a long pause she asked, "Could you, I mean - right now you are wearing that sweater, but I would - I mean - if you could..." I knew what she wanted, and I interrupted. "Amy, don't worry - I'll show you..." And I sat up and took off my big blue sweater. It was baggy and thick, and now it was off, and had on a plain white bra. I set the sweater on the edge of the bed. I said, "They aren't really that big, but they are bigger than they were the last time you were home. I can't believe what's happened in a year." Amy didn't say anything. I went on, "Now, even this bra is too small - see?" Then I sat up even more, so she could more easily see my breasts. Amy was sitting on the bed with me. And, right then she gave me a happy little smile, and any nervousness I felt just disappeared. And - I actually wanted Amy to see. And now - with my big sweater off, all I was wearing was my bra, and an old silk skirt. I didn't have on stockings or shoes. Amy looked at me, right at my chest. She didn't say anything, but her expression was thoughtful and kind. I finally said, "They are obviously bigger than they were, and to be honest - I ma still not really comfortable with them." Amy said, "Pam, they look perfectly lovely." It felt so nice to hear her say that. I said, "Thank you." Then I lay back down on the bed again. The house was warm and it felt good to have that big sweater off. Amy sat close to me, at the edge of the bed. We sat there silent for a little while, I knew she needed to talk. Finally, I asked, "Amy, I can tell something is upsetting you. If you want to talk - I'm here for you, okay." And she said, "Oh Pam, I don't know..." I asked, "What's wrong?" She said she had a boyfriend, but they broke up, and it was all so sad and terrible. I said, "I understand..." Amy said, "I am so mixed-up about everything." Then, she started to cry. I reached up and gave her a hug. We sat up together for a while, she wasn't crying hard, but she seemed so confused. "I don't understand why I'm like this..." "Amy - it's okay, Life is confusing - especially stuff about boys, and especially about sex, and growing up and all the emotions around this" "But you seem so confident and normal." "Oh Amy, I'm human too - sometimes I feel so mixed up. Especially about sex. I can be an emotional mess a lot of the time." She actually seemed really surprised to hear me say that. Amy said, "Really?" "Yes really," At this point Amy seemed to be done with her crying, and I lay back down on the pillow and said, "Come here Amy," And she lay down and snuggled in close to me, hugging me. She asked, "Do you really get mixed up too?" "Oh god, of course!" And then she said, "Oh - Bobby and I broke up, and the whole thing has been so hard for me." "What happened?" Amy carefully said, "Well - Bobby was really pressuring me to have - well, to have sex. And, well you know that I'm just so worried about getting pregnant, but he really wouldn't stop trying." I said, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." "No, it's okay - I wanna tell you - really..." "Okay..." I whispered. She went on to tell me some details, and there was something so sad in the story. Bobby sounded so uncaring, and so unworthy of Amy. She was having a hard tome telling me this, and I could tell it was difficult. I said, "I'm listening. It's okay..." Amy went on, "Well, at a certain point, we would. Well - I would only let things go so far." "How far?" "Well - He and I would both be naked..." "Really?" I interrupted. "Yeah, and we..." I interrupted, "What was that like, I mean seeing him naked?" "Oh - it was actually really nice." I felt funny asking Amy all of these intimate details, she was so young - we both were. But, I was asking from a real place of curiosity, and I felt - I don't know, I guess I felt honored that she would share these things. I said, "Amy, I've never seen a boy - I mean, I've only heard about how a boy can get hard." Then Amy carefully described exactly what Bobby looked like naked, she described as best as she could what his erection looked like, how big it was, what it felt like and - most of all - how it made her feel. I was asking a lot of questions and I know she tried to answer them as honestly and calmly as I could. "Oh god Amy, it sounds so - I don't know, so scary." I said. "Yes - It was really scary." "I don't know what I would do..." I whispered. "Bobby would totally insist on doing some things..." And Amy trailed off. "What? Like what things" I asked. Amy looked nervous and didn't answer. I cautiously asked, "What happened?" "He made me have orgasm?" I was astounded. I stammered, "R-really... He did - really?" "Yes, just once." I was so shocked. Amy was so young and innocent. I had no idea she would go that far with a boyfriend. But - I don't know - it sounded so mean, it seems like Bobby was taking advantage of Amy. I had known her for so long, and I know how naive she can be. How much she just wants to be loved, and it all just felt so unhealthy. Amy went on, "Here's how we would end up - I mean, this is as far we would go." "Tell me..." "We were both be naked - and I was sitting on top of him, and he would rub me." "Rub, like how?" "He would - Oh god, it was my - He would rub - with his hand - my vagina, and he would press hard on my clitoris." "Really?" I asked. She carefully explained how she was sitting, it was on his lap. He was insistent that she stay still, and he would just rub with the palm of his hand. I interrupted, "Amy, it sounds sort of awkward." "It was - but - Oh god, it felt so good." "Amy, it sounds so - I don't know, I can't imagine..." I said. Amy continued talking. "This happened, just the other night. We were doing this thing, what I explained, I was sitting right on him, and he was rubbing, and it felt really amazing. And..." "What?" "He had his other hand, it was touching my..." "Tell me - please..." I must have sounded like I was begging. Amy quietly said, "He was touching my - my bottom..." "He was, how?" "Oh god Pam, he was touching my little butt hole." "You mean it - Your anus. He was?" "Yes." And she said in a way I didn't know how to take. I asked, "Did it feel good?" "YES!" she exclaimed. "Amy, it's okay - that sounds nice, really..." "He wanted to put his finger in it, he tried to..." Amy said. "Did you let him?" "NO!" she said, in a way that sounded so emotional. "Amy, it's okay - I understand, everything you're telling me sounds so INTENSE. And at the same time, it sounds like it must have felt so good." Amy said, "It was, it got so intense." I said, "I understand, really I do." "But then - finally - I..." "What happened?" She slowly answered, "His rubbing, on my front, on my clitoris - It was enough that I had an orgasm." I gasped, "You did?" "Yes - I - I finally came, and..." "Tell me," I begged excitedly. "I - I came - I had an orgasm - and Oh god, it was really powerful - I mean, it was so intense that I..." and Amy trailed off. "Amy - what?" "When I actually came, when I had my orgasm - I squirted all over him..." "What?" "At the same moment I came, I kind of squirted out this stream warm liquid." "You squirted - I don't understand?" I asked, "I squirted all over him, It was so weird, I mean I came and squirted at the same time and it was a total surprise to me." "Was it like peeing?" I asked. "It was - I don't know, it was different." "How much did you - I don't understand" "I squirted out a stream of liquid, I don't know how much - but it really seemed like a lot. Yes, it was a lot like peeing, but it wasn't..." she said. "Amy - oh my god!" "It was a lot - I mean, enough that it got all over everything - he got really wet." "Was it - did it feel good?" "Oh god, YES - it felt SO good." "It sounds great..." I said excitedly. Amy spoke slowly, "It was so intense - it felt SO good - But...." And then she started to cry. "Amy - what's wrong?" Amy hugged me tight. And I hugged her too. Amy took a few deep breaths and tried to collect herself. She continued, "Then he - oh god, Bobby said that I peed on him, and he got really mad at me..." "Oh Amy..." "I didn't know what was happening - he got mad - it felt SO good, and then he got mad at me - it was..." "Oh Amy - I'm sorry." "I was so ashamed..." And then she really started to cry. "No Amy - don't feel bad, it sounds beautiful." She pressed her head into my shoulder, and I just let her cry. I whispered, "Amy, it sounds so beautiful." "Really?" Amy said as she cried. "Yes - it sounds like it must have been wonderful for you - I'm totally jealous, it sounds so beautiful." "But - but - he said I peed all over him?" "My god - Amy, you had a climax - and it was somehow so beautiful, that you could squirt from it. Oh Amy - it sounds so wonderful..." "But..." Amy said as she cried. "Amy, you can NOT feel bad about yourself - it sounds so wonderful. - And I'm glad you broke up with him - he sounds horrible." She cried for a little while, and it felt so wonderful to hold her, to know I was being helpful. As she cried, I whispered, "I hate Bobby for being mean to you. I think that he should have been happy for you - it sounds like it could have been beautiful. I hate him." Amy mumbled, "I hate Bobby too." "He doesn't understand you!" "But..." Amy whispered. "He was should have felt so lucky to have you squirt like that - he should have been happy." She whispered, "Oh, Amy - thank you." I hugged little Amy tight, and squeezed her for a few minutes. Then she whispered, in a haunted and frightened way, "I was so happy, I mean - when I finally came, I mean, I really wanted it so bad, and I - I..." And her words faded away. "It's Okay, you can tell me..." I said as supportive as I could. "When I finally came, the feeling was so awesome, Oh my god, the feeling of squirting was so intense - and so wonderful - I was SO happy - I was so incredibly happy..." "I understand." "But Bobby - when Bobby was touching my bottom, with his finger - I was - so - so ashamed..." "It's okay." I whispered. "I wanted him to push it in - into my anus - I wanted it so bad." Then Amy started to tremble, I could feel her shaking in my arms. Amy then said, "And then he got so mad at me - and I felt so ashamed!" I held Amy tight - but I couldn't say anything. All I could do was hug her. And then she started crying, loud and hard on my shoulder. And she really held on to me tight, in an intense and desperate way. The way she was hugging me - squeezing me - I could hardly move. She had her arms wrapped around my middle, and her face was pressed against the bare skin of my shoulder. He legs were wrapped around my middle. I put my lips right up to her ear and quietly said, "It's okay Amy - it's okay baby..." I tried to be as supportive and as reassuring as I could. Amy was hugging me tight. And then she really started sobbing hard. I was so worried, I mean - I wanted to help. I wanted to some how calm her down. I whispered, "Oh Amy, it's all right." All this time - She was squeezing me really hard. All I could do was let her cry. It went on for a long time minutes, and she had to release something, to liberate herself from some emotional demons. And I was so glad that I was there to help. I couldn't do much, but I carefully rubbed he back and stroked her short hair. And I would whisper little things like, "Oh Baby - it's all okay." Then - little by little, she calmed down and eventually stopped crying. She had released a lot with that crying, and now instead of squeezing me, it was as if she melted into me. I whispered, "Just relax - don't worry - Just let it all go..." Now everything changed - It was so calm and tranquil. Amy was quiet and still, and I was still gently rubbing her back and neck and hair. Her breathing had calmed, and I was sure she was asleep. I wasn't really tired, and I felt like this moment - this experience of such closeness was so meaningful. She was all wrapped around me, her arms and her legs. She was warm and at peace. I whispered, "Just relax - don't worry - relax..." We lay like this for a long time, maybe a half an hour. During this time, my mind was flooded. I thought to myself about Amy and all this talk about such an intimate experience, and my awkward attempts to help. Was I too honest? I didn't feel that way. Amy seemed so appreciative, and I loved to talk with her - and I did it in a way that I thought she wanted, like it was helpful. I worried about Amy's story, it was obviously so emotional for her. I lay there and I thought about what she had just told me. The experience was understandably really intense for Amy, and she is so vulnerable. And I know Amy really wants to love somebody, and to be loved. And now that she told me this story - about something SO intimate, did talking help her? Was she more confused? What was I doing? Was I helping? I don't know - could I help her? Hearing Amy tell that story, it sounded so sad. I guess I understood about how she felt when Bobby wanted to put his finger up inside her anus. I didn't know why, but I really thought that this was exciting. But I know why she felt that way - it was just, I don't know? Too forbidden. Poor Amy was in such an awkward place with someone as insensitive as Bobby. And - Oh god, I was so thunderstruck when she told how she squirted at the moment of her orgasm. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I guess I had heard stories about woman who would release a lot of fluid, and I had even heard it could squirt. But to hear it from Amy was just too much. It sounded SO exciting, but she was all confused, and I could tell she was so deeply hurt. But laying together was so quiet, and I knew it was helpful. The moment was so beautiful and sensitive. She was wrapped around me with her legs pressed tight around my hips. I had missed Amy so much while I was away at school, and right then I finally realized how close were really were. She was so still and I was wondering if she had fallen asleep. I didn't want to say anything, and if she was asleep, I didn't want to wake her. Then - at some point, Amy shifted a little, in a sleepy way. But, and I wasn't sure, but - and I know this sounds so odd, but it felt like Amy was pressing her crotch against me. Yes - she was, she had on those thin nylon running shorts, and she had her groin pressed hard against my hip. I feel funny confessing this, but it felt really nice. It was warm, and it just felt so good. Then, in a very subtle motion - I thought I felt her rub herself - her groin - right against my hip. Did it happen? Did I feel it? Why should I be so worried about it, maybe she just moved a little in her sleep? But still - I was almost afraid to breath. I was afraid to stop caressing her, but it felt almost too intense, so I rubbed her neck as slow and calm as I could. Oh god, she was sleeping - maybe? Did I just imagine it? Then, it happened again - ever so slightly - I felt Amy pressing herself, her warm little groin, against my hip, against my skirt. It was slow and it seemed deliberate. What was happening? I thought that - yes - this time, I really felt it. Maybe this should have seemed awkward or strange, but what I was feeling was a wonderful closeness - and it was exciting and beautiful. Amy was warm and snugly, all wrapped around me. Amy and Pam I mean, this was little Amy, my best and closest friend. And something about it just felt so good. I tried to stay calm, and I was trying to perceive if she did it again. I waited a long time, and then it happened again. This time there was no mistaking it. She pressed he self - her crotch - right against my hip. I wanted to let her know this didn't frighten me, that I thought was nice, that it felt good. But I was too emotional to say anything - so I just let it all happen. She did it again, smooth and steady. And again. Her motions were as slow as her breathing, maybe slower. And all the while, I was carefully stroking her back and neck. I lay there drinking it all in - it was so pleasant. Little by little - the gentle movement of her hips was becoming more noticeable. It was a strange thing, this game of pretend. I mean, Amy was acting like she was asleep, but I knew that she wasn't. At the same time, I didn't want to let on to her that I knew, but I did know. It was so odd, and so intimate. I could tell my heart was beating faster. Amy had her head on my shoulder, and I thought that she must be able to feel my heart pounding. Then there was one firm push, and this one was hard enough to be unmistakable. It was a sexual and deliberate humping movement right onto my hip. It was so strong, I think it surprised Amy more than me, because right then, she froze. Oh no, I thought - was she scared? I wanted more. But I didn't want to do anything to frighten her. What could I do? I kept on rubbing the bare skin on her back, as kind and gentle as I possibly could. I was trying, through my fingertips, to be as tender and comforting as I could. But Amy was lying there totally still. I slowly let my fingertips move down to low part of her back, to the bare skin between her t-shirt and her running shorts. I rubbed the cool skin there with the tips of my fingers, and it made Amy shudder, almost like I was tickling her - for that one second - it seemed like she was shivering with ecstasy. Then she made another slow humping push into my hip with her groin. I couldn't help it, I softly went, "Mmmmmm..." With that, with my little noise, her humping got a lot more willful and deliberate. There was no pretending now. Her pelvis was grinding in a firm and smooth rhythm. It felt magical. This went on for a long time, Amy gently humping my side, right near my hip, and all the while I ran my fingertips along her bare back above her shorts. Oh my god - it was so wonderful and even with the strong humping motions, it was somehow really tender. Amy was building in intensity, it was becoming forceful and dramatic. I was really shocked at how sexual it was - and at the same time so - I don't know - so adorable. And then, Amy stopped. What happened? I was worried this beautiful thing may end. I slowly and gently gave Amy a little hug - it wasn't much just a small reassuring cuddle. Then, Amy took a deep breath and shifted a little. In a very deliberate way she began to move, she was slow and cautious. She slid her knee from my hip, across my tummy. I let her move, until she was right on top of me. Her knees were positioned on both sides of me, squeezing against my ribs, and her nylon running shorts pressing into my belly. Now her head was against my neck and she held me in a warm embrace. I couldn't help myself, I gave her a big hug. Oh my god, this was my dearest friend, and she had always been SO nice to me. I felt SO CLOSE right then. I didn't say anything, but I desperately wanted to tell her how much she had meant to me. How much I cared about her. We lay there for a minute. Amy was right on top of me, with her crotch firm against me, right against my tummy. She was rubbing just a moment before - and it felt so nice, but now she was completely still. Was she scared? Why did she stop? I was all mixed up and worried. What was happening? I wanted so badly to tell her how I was feeling, how nice this was... And then - I couldn't help it - I carefully arched my back and pushed my belly up into her shorts. All I had on was my bra and my skirt. My tummy was bare and the sensation of my skin against the thin fabric of her shorts felt so gratifying. Amy must have felt it, I know she did. I waited just a moment, and I did it again - gently, but it was right in between her legs, right into her crotch. She stayed so still. Should I stop? What was happening? I couldn't help my self, I had to try. I got up the nerve, and I dramatically arched my back and pressed my belly really hard up into her crotch. And, at the same moment, I let out a little gasp of satisfaction. That was all it took. Almost immediately she moved her groin right against my tummy. She went on, and started humping in a rhythm. Her peaceful motions felt firm and soothing, and I was hypnotized by the warm pressure against my bare skin. I carefully lifted the back of her t-shirt, just to be able to feel more of her smooth skin. Then I let both hands gently move down to her shorts, and I actually touched her round plump bottom. It felt so wonderful, the smooth nylon of her shorts, and the steady sensual humping of her hips. I was astounded at what was happening. It felt overwhelmingly glorious. But the focal point everything - all of it, was all on Amy's gently pumping hips. We both held each other tight, and both of us were rocking, meeting each other with this delicate rhythm. We must have gone on like this, swaying and pumping, for 15 wonderful minutes. Oh god, it was so delicious. Amy's head was so close to my face, I could smell her hair and hear her deep breathing. And then I heard Amy say something, it was quiet - just a hush. I didn't know what it was. I whispered, "Amy, what did you say?" And with her head still buried in against my shoulder, she whispered, "Is it all right that I'm doing this?" She sounded so worried. I answered, "Oh yes, baby - it's really nice." Amy said, "Are you sure?" And - as compassionate as I could, I said, "Yes - I'm sure." She whimpered, "Really?" I whispered, "Yes, it feels good - I like it." "I like it too" "Amy - Please, don't stop." I begged. With that, Amy changed her tempo. Things got harder and faster. She began to aggressively hump my belly in strong steady motions. And she started breathing louder. I had both hands on her bottom, and instead of just lightly touching, I actually squeezed. Then Amy whispered, "I love you." As soon as she said it I felt warm tears brimming up in my eyes. In a shaky voice I said, "Oh Amy - I love you too." Oh god, I can't let her know I'm crying - that was all I could think. Then Amy sat up, and looked right at me, and saw my tears. She looked so concerned, and she said, "Oh Pam - should I stop?" I stammered out, "Oh no, Amy - No... Don't stop - This feels so good." "Are you sure?" She asked. "Yes - don't stop - please don't stop - I'm happy - I don't know why I'm crying, I'm so happy..." And I squeezed her tightly as I said this. "I'm happy too, this feels good," Amy said. I said, "Keep going." And she started to rub even harder, it was steady and firm. But now she was sitting up and looking down at me. Amy's motions with her hips were getting more sensual, and so was her breathing. Seeing Amy - seeing her looking so happy felt wonderful. I stopped crying and smiled at her. I was so emotional, and Amy looked so intent, that I cautiously asked, "Amy - do you think you can come?" "What?" She acted really surprised, and she slowed down. "Don't stop..." I said. "You mean it? I could come - like this?" Amy asked. "Yes - you're doing really good - I think you should try." "Really?" "Yes, really - I think you can. I want you to..." "Pam - I don't know..." "You're doing so good." I whispered. "I am?" she asked with her little girl voice. "Oh God - Yes, baby, you're doing wonderful." "Okay, I'll try - I'm not sure what to do." She said. "Let me help..." And I started to rock a little to meet her pumping hips. I would arch my belly up into her shorts. I put both hands firmly on her hips - pulling and guiding with each thrust. Then I moved my hands around to her shorts, to her butt cheeks, holding her plump bottom snug in my hands. I would try and work her hips by pulling against her bottom - to make the motions even faster - and more dramatic. She looked so wonderful and serious. Together, we found a smooth and strong rhythm. Amy asked, "Is this okay?" I told her, "Yes, this is good, you're doing great." She awkwardly asked, "What can - I mean, what else can I do?" "Lets try going just a little faster, I can help - Okay?" "I'll try..." We worked at this for a few minutes and Amy was getting progressively faster and faster. She moved so she was sitting a little more upright, so she could look at me as I lay on the bed. Amy gasped, "Oh god - Pam..." She pushed harder and faster. It went on in heaving physical motions, until she was getting really frenzied - it was amazing. I was only wearing a bra, and I felt so - well, I felt so pretty right then - And seeing Amy be so bold, the feeling was astounding. I let out a happy, "Oh Amy - YES!" And with that, something shifted, she went REALLY fast, and started to gasp quick breaths. It was totally thrilling. With me on my back, and only my bra on, my breasts started bouncing dramatically with each thrust of Amy's hips. The way she was positioned, sitting upright - she was looking right at me. She was intently watching the motions of my bounding chest. I quietly said, "Yes, Amy - Yes..." It felt like she was trying to get my breasts to move, like she was rocking her hips just to see them bounce. Both my hands were on Amy's bottom, and that pose, the way my arms were positioned, they seemed to squeeze my breasts together. At some point, I let go of her bottom, and let my arms lay out to the sides. My chest was instantly "liberated" and - even in my tight white bra - my breasts were free to bounce in a way that was more exaggerated. It was obvious Amy was ecstatic at what she was seeing. And matching Amy's strong rhythm, each pumping thrust, I whimpered out an ecstatic, "Yes - Yes - Yes..." I moved just a little, positioning myself in a way that my chest would wiggle even more. I let myself rock in so they would bound wildly. And Amy immediately responded by thrusting even harder. 'YES - YES - YES..." She was going so fast that her nylon shorts felt like they might burn my tummy - I'm not kidding, she was exploding with this crazy energy. Then she abruptly stopped, and tried to collect herself. She was literally shaking with emotion. "Amy - Oh god, that was really good - you were doing so good." She panted, "I was? That was - Oh god - too intense..." She was working to calm her breathing down, so it seemed like it was hard for her to talk. I kept my hands on Amy's bottom, and let her relax a little. I was smiling and joyous. Amy seemed lost, like she was hypnotized. Amy was looking down at me now. She was sitting on my belly, her shorts were all bunched up and her t-shirt seemed impossibly tight, and her nipples were prominent and beautiful. She was breathing hard with her mouth open, and here eyes were wide. She looked like she was confused, like she couldn't really comprehend what was happening. But then, looking at her, I realized she was focused entirely on my breasts. I was breathing hard too. And my deep breaths were making my chest move - and my breasts were jiggling with each inhalation. Amy was focused with wide eyes. I whispered, "Oh Amy - it felt wonderful." After a moment she replied, "Yes. It felt SO good." I looked down at myself. And I could see that my nipples were incredibly hard, they were jutting up against the white fabric of my bra. And it was obvious Amy was utterly entranced. She was looking so intently - directly at my breasts - she was bewitched. My nipples were so hard right then, and my bra, it was just a plain white thing - but it seemed, right then, to be the most beautiful bra in the world - I felt so exhilarated. I whispered, "Amy, you're looking at my bra..." She said, "Oh god, I'm sorry - I - I..." I interrupted, "No - Amy, it's okay - it's okay..." She turned away from me, and she looked ashamed. "Oh no - Amy, please, it's okay - Please, I want you to look." She whispered a nervous, "But, it's so..." I begged, "Amy - PLEASE..." And she turned back, and said, "Really? Are you sure?" And I said, "Please - Amy, please..." Then she looked right at me. Right at my bra, with my nipples so defined against the tight white fabric. "Pam - oh god, I don't know what's happening." "Amy - it's okay - this is wonderful." And then, I inhaled as deeply as I could - and arched my back, and doing this made my breasts rise up. And this rising motion seemed to hypnotize Amy. I whispered, "It's okay, please Amy..." I did it again, I inhaled and let my breasts jiggle - and Amy acted so joyous. And then - I did it affair, and Amy actually made a happy little gasping noise. I started to tremble, it was so emotional. Then I said, "Amy, I feel SO good." All Amy could do was stare at my breasts, at my bra and my hard nipples. Amy whispered, "Pam - You look, so beautiful." "I'm happy right now, I mean - This is just, oh god - Last summer we talked about our breasts, on the beach that day - do you remember?" "I remember..." And her intense gaze never strayed from my breasts. I continued, "And - We were both so flat and so worried about ourselves, remember? I mean, it just felt like we would NEVER grow up." "I know." "You were the ONLY person I ever talked to about my - my - Oh god, about how scared I was. About my body - and about our bodies." Amy smiled and whispered, "I've missed you so much..." I didn't know what else to say. But it felt so exciting to let Amy stare at me, at my simple bra - and my incredibly hard nipples. "It's okay baby," I whispered, my voice trembled with emotion. Amy stammered, "Pam, it's just so - it's all so - I'm so happy..." Then she did it, she reached down and touched me, and she carefully put her fingertips on my bra. I whimpered out, "Oh god - Oh god..." It was the most gently and kind thing I had ever felt. She was smiling and concentrating. She traced the outline of my bra with her tiny fingers, and my breathing got deeper, and my breasts giggled with each inhalation. This lasted a long time, perhaps a few minutes. Amy whispered, "So beautiful..." Then, like it was meant to happen - I carefully reached around to my back. I undid the clasp of my bra. And immediately Amy put her hands to her mouth in an expression of awe. "Pam - Oh my god - Pam..." She stammered. I moved my arms to get the bra all the way off, I was slow and deliberate. "Pam - please, I want to help..." she whispered. And she carefully pulled it over my arms. My breasts were now totally uncovered, and Amy looked joyous. My nipples were very firm. I lay my arms out on the bed, palms up. I was so excited for Amy, and it was unbelievably thrilling for me too. I was breathing hard from the emotion, and I was purposely making my chest rise with each inhalation, and my breasts would jiggle and move. I could see the effect on Amy. I just lay there, with my arms outstretched, looking at her, and the perfectly adoring look on her face. Then, her hips began to grind into my belly. She moved down toward my legs, and began to hump my thin silk skirt. And then suddenly - Oh god, she was kissing my breasts. And then she kissed my hard nipples - and then the kissing turned to sucking - and all the while she was pumping her groin against my leg - against my skirt. Pam was lost - sucking hard and loud, with a magical inner truth, like it was perfectly honest - like she was a baby - - like she was in heaven - like the connection between us was eternal. "Oh my god..." I mumbled. She was lost in some heavenly place, hugging and humping and sucking - it was miraculous. Pam was sucking and whimpering, like a little baby. And she was sucking hard too - her whole body was thrusting and sucking. It went on and on for a long time. It was too much - the sensations were almost too wonderful. "Pam," I gasped, "Sit up, please." And she sat up, and looked at me. She looked insatiably happy. I lay there unmoving. I looked up at her, at her tight white t-shirt, and I was electrified at how beautiful her tiny breasts, and her prominent nipples looked under the fabric. Then - finally, I reached up and touched her wonderfully cute little belly button, her tummy was showing below her shirt. I rubbed it and wiggled my finger in it, and Amy giggled. Then - I slid both hands under the tight fabric and held onto her - I could feel her ribs. Amy stopped moving, and I could feel her breathing. I started to move my hands up, under her shirt, towards her chest. Amy was frozen in anticipation, her big eyes watching me. I stammered, "Oh god..." She whispered, "Pam..." And then I pushed my hands up a little deeper into her tight white shirt. I carefully moved my hands higher, and she whispered, "Yes - yes - yes..." I lifted her tight shirt, and she helped - and then it was off. "Oh god, Amy..." I gasped. She looked amazing, her skin was so pale, and she had freckles all across her chest and shoulders. And her breasts were small and delicate. Her nipples were hard and tiny. I said, "Amy - You look so perfect - so beautiful." Then she started to make a few dramatic humping motions on my bare belly. She whispered, "This rubbing feels SO good." Watching Amy thrust like that, and with our shirts off, I felt so amazingly turned-on. In a panting voice, I said, "Amy - I think - it will feel better for you - if we take your shorts off." She stopped her rubbing, and she had a very solemn look on her face. "Are you sure?" She asked. "Yes - I think so." And then she quietly said, "Okay." She got off of my belly and sat next to me, and suddenly - except for our breathing - we were both perfectly still. And then - in a strangely resigned way, she removed her shorts. And then she sat there, wearing only her little white panties. She looked at me with a meek expression. I don't think she really knew what she should do next. In a tiny little voice she asked, "Is it okay if I leave my panties on?" I answered, "Please - take them off." Amy asked, "Really - Are you sure?" I whispered, "Amy, Please - it will feel SO good." Amy smiled and in an obedient way, she took off her panties. Oh my god - she was completely naked - she sat with her arms wrapped around her knees - she so looked small - she looked so absolutely perfect. She smiled nervously and then stammered, "I feel so funny - being naked like this." I wasn't sure what to say. I replied, "Amy - You look absolutely beautiful." "But..." and she trailed off. Then without thinking or worrying - I pulled my skirt down and my panties off, and I lay there naked. Amy stared wide-eyed and silent. I said, "Amy - Oh god, I needed to do that..." She smiled, her big beautiful eyes were looking at me with such a tenderness and submissive expression. She stared at me, and I let her look. I lay there watching her. I could tell she was excited to see me, like this - with all my clothes off. "Come here Amy," and I patted my belly, where she had been sitting, "You were doing such a good job before." Then, very cautiously, she climbed back on me - and straddled my belly. Amy and Pam Oh my god - She barely had any pubic hair, just a delicate amount - like a little girl. Her vagina was plump and moist. It was all centered - in full view, above my belly button. It was unbelievably lovely. I sat up a little to see better - and whispered, "Amy - oh dear god, Amy - you are so beautiful." We sat there for a minute, frozen in that pose. Then, she did this thing that absolutely shocked me. She sat up on her knees, and moved her plump and pink little vagina toward me, so I could see it even better. And it was lovely and moist. In a strangely submissive voice, she said, "Is it wet? It feels all wet." "Amy - it's wet, I can see that it's beautiful and wet." And she held that pose, naked on her knees, arching her hips toward me - with her lovely vagina just inches from my face. She whispered, "Pam, I feel so wet..." And now, she sat back down onto me and began to hump against my belly again - in firm and deliberate stokes. The sensation of her warm skin against me was so powerful and so erotic - Oh god, I was astonished. I had never imagined such a wonderful feeling. She kept rubbing along my tummy, it went on and on - slowly building. Amy kept rubbing, it went on for a few minutes, and little by little, she was getting faster. I asked, "How does this feel?" "It's - it's nice." Amy answered smiling. "Good - I'm glad." "Oh my god - Pam, it feels really good." "You're doing SO good." This went on for a few minutes, and Amy's gentle thrusting became more physical and more sexual. She whispered, "I love you so much..." And then and she went back to humping my smooth tummy. I put my hands on her back and held her tightly. Her face was against my neck, I whispered in her ear, "Amy - your doing so good..." Then, she was kissing my neck. The kisses were tender and filled with love. As quietly and as softly as I could, I whispered in her ear, "Amy - do you think that - can you try and squirt?" "What?" She replied. "Please - Can you squirt on me, like you did on Bobby?" "Oh god - I - I don't know if..." "Don't worry - I won't be angry - I want you to." I wanted this for Amy - it felt just wonderful. I wanted so dearly to please her. She whispered, "Are you sure?" I happily said, "Yes, Amy - I want you to..." Then Amy looked at me with such kindness. She rubbed firm and steady, the sensation of Amy's moist vagina against my smooth tummy was utterly amazing. "Oh god - yes, baby - it's wonderful," I said. I reached to the nightstand and got a bottle of apricot scented oil. And as soon as Amy saw it in my hand, she asked what it was. I said, "I think this will feel nice - is it okay?" "Yes - okay..." she said in a submissive voice. I undid the cap, and she squirmed back up onto my belly and arched her pelvis and moved her groin to me. I poured a thin stream of the oil onto her - right on her pale little area of delicate pubic hair. Amy kind of squealed with excitement as a puddle formed between her legs - against my skin - as my belly button filled up. I set the bottle on the nightstand, and left the cap off. Amy looked down at the thick warm puddle, and as soon as she pressed her hips into it she exclaimed, "Oh god, Pam - it's magical!" We were both flooded with the delicious sweet smell of the apricot oil. And Amy was visibly joyous at the sensation. Suddenly, everything - every motion was velvety smooth. Amy's thrusting was friction's and delicious. "This, oh my god - this feels SO good." She was rubbing harder, in smooth sexual motions. "Amy - try going faster." I commanded. "Okay..." Amy gasped. And then she was thrusting herself in a kind of panic, it was silky smooth across the oily surface of my torso. And she was slapping her oily pink vagina against my breasts. It made this delicious noise, over and over, as her tiny little vagina hit my full oily breasts. I was getting lost in the noise and the intensity. "Yes - Amy - it'll happen." Amy stammered, "This oil - oh my god - I love it..." With that, I reached to the nightstand and poured the rest of the bottle - the whole thing - on my belly and across my breasts. Amy gasped, "Pam - thank you..." She inched higher - on her knees - up to my oil soaked breasts - pressing her slippery vagina against the smooth pale skin - and rubbed herself against me in a way I can only describe as joyous. "Oh my god Amy - I want you to squirt - please..." I gasped. "Are you sure?" "Yes - Please try - I want it SO bad..." With that, Amy moaned out loudly and then she pressed the thick lips of her vagina hard against my firm oily breast. She rubbed herself right up near my nipple, and she held onto my breasts with desperate little hands. "Pam, your nipple is so hard, and I can feel it - it feel so good against my - my..." Amy stammered. "Amy - it's so beautiful." "Is - is it okay if, can I - can I rub against - your - nipple?" "Oh god YES!" I gasped. She gripped my oily breast harder - she pushed her sopping vagina snug against my hard nipple - her knees were pushed firm into my armpits. And she rubbed hard, I could see it ALL so clearly. "Amy - yes - Please, it's okay to squirt on me - please..." "I'm not sure if..." "Please try - PLEASE!" I gasped. This went on for - oh my god - about 5 minutes - building with each firm push - The slippery apricot oil was splashing - and my nipple felt hard and electric - sliding hot and smooth against Amy's slippery open vagina. I could see her - and her plump little clitoris - swollen and awash in oil - rubbing against my hard erect nipple. The way I was laying, it was so close to my face - I could see EVERYTHING. I put my hands on her bottom, and tried to guide her motions, but it was so slippery and oily all I could do was hold on and let my hands slide on her smooth oily skin. Amy whispered, "I wanna come - I wanna come..." I looked up at her and begged, "Squirt on me - Please - It's okay - please try and squirt - PLEASE..." She stammered, "I'll try..." I put my hands on her butt, and it was all smeared with oil. And with Amy's dramatic thrusting, I tried my best to hold on, but it was so oily, and so slippery. I wrapped my fingers into her crack, and without realizing it - my oily fingertips touched Amy's anus. She immediately let out a passionate, "Oh god - Oh god..." Her pumping groin was now getting faster, and she was shivering with passion. I put my oily finger firm against her tight little anus. Everything felt slippery and wonderful. Amy gasped out, "Pam, oh god - Please..." And then Amy backed up, pushing the tiny pucker of her oily anus firm against my index finger. And she looked at me - directly at me - and her expression was so bewildered. I whispered, "Baby, you are doing so good - so good." "Are you sure?" she asked. She was motionless right then, but I could feel her body quiver as she pressed herself back onto my oily finger. I said, "Yes Baby - you are doing great." And then she looked right at me, and she pushed her little anus firm against my finger, she had to push hard, and I let it slide into her - it was so oily and so tight. Instantly Amy started to shake, she closed her eyes and she stammered out, "I love you - I love you..." And I pushed my finger in, just a little deeper. Amy cried out, "I love you - Pam, I love you..." All I could do was pant, "Oh god - I love you too!" She was shivering against me, all in that puddle of warm oil. And I said, "Amy, you're almost there - do you think you can squirt on me?" She answered with a passionate, "YES!" And I pulled my oily finger in and out as smooth as I could. She was possessed, and stammered, "I love you - I love you - I love you..." Over and over, it was beautiful. And then she trembled. She shook as if in a spasm. Her cries of "I love you," were changing, to a fast passionate moaning. "Yes - yes..." I exclaimed. It happened, Amy screamed out my name. She was lost in a delicious climax, and she squeezed my breasts with so much emotion - her tight anus wrapped snug around my oily finger - her slippery swollen vagina pressed hard and shivering against my nipple - I thought I would cry. It happened fast. Suddenly Amy sat up and arched her back - it was involuntary - she couldn't help it. An orgasm was ripping through her. Her hips were shivering, and Amy's finger was still in my bottom. And then she was suddenly squirting from my vagina. "Yes!" Amy squealed. Amy was pumping out hot liquid - a strong clear stream appeared - squirting down on my breasts for just a few glorious seconds, splashing all over everything. "Oh god - YES!" Amy exclaimed. Amy convulsed in that pose, her groin spraying all over my wet and oily chest. The waves moved thru Amy and she gasped and trembled. She whimpered like a baby She was squirting - and it was warm - and a puddle formed on me - between my breasts, it ran down toward my neck, and down my belly... She looked down at me, still in the throws of the orgasm. "Amy - I love you so much..." I said. And Amy stared - with eyes wide. She stayed upright, on her knees, breathing hard. And my chest was damp and glistening. My nipples were unbelievably hard. I was frozen, and I was staring at Amy - at her wet vagina. We stayed like that for a full minute, her heavy breathing slowly subsiding. Then, Amy moved just a little, and I said, "Amy, its still dripping - hold still you're still dripping." Amy whispered, "I think there is more." "What?" I asked. "I'm gunna squirt again." I gasped out, "Oh please, yes- yes..." And she held still, and I could see she was trying to push - desperately trying to squeeze anything more out. I whispered, "I wanna see..." And I moved down, so my face was right under her sopping and plump vaginal lips. I leaned in and kissed her - firm on her dripping vagina. She whispered, "Oh god - YES..." And I kept my lips on her wet shivering opening. She whispered, "I love you..." I licked and sucked and kissed - and then she tensed and pushed - and a final delicate squirt happened. A small amount more splashed - hot and clean - directly onto my waiting lips, and it dripped down my cheeks. It was hot and delicious. Oh my god - it was beautiful. Eventually she settled down, and melted into me, hugging my oily torso and me. Amy squeezed me, she was still panting a little, and we lay together for a few minutes. Finally, I whispered, "Amy - you did it!" "Oh Pam..." "Amy - you did it!" I exclaimed. "Oh my god - I saw it - You squirted - It was so beautiful!" "Pam - that felt so good..." Amy said to me, still panting and out of breath. "Oh Amy - you did so good - I'm so proud of you." "Thank you," she sounded so grateful. "Oh baby, you are so welcome!" "Thank you," Amy whispered. "Oh God - I loved it - I love all of it so much." I was gasping and satisfied, looking down at Amy and her happy expression. I replied, "It was wonderful - It was so wonderful." Amy stammered, Thank you - thank you..." "Oh god Pam!" "Amy - I love you..." "I love you too - So much!" I sank down into an embrace. We hugged so tight, it was desperate and so real - I felt so alive. I felt joyous, and the wetness and our oily bodies fit so perfectly, my beautiful little friend. We were made for just this moment. Amy and Quinn in the Morning Amy woke up in a daze. Sleepiness clung to her and she struggled to open her eyes. What had happened to her last night? She vaguely recalled a party, some drinks and a cavalcade of laughing faces and perhaps board games? Maybe not board games by the end - she somewhat remembered playing some obscure variant of Liar's Dice in which the players could take a shot or take off a piece of clothing whenever they lost a round. She groggily looked down at her body, and based on her state of undress and the torpor she was experiencing, she had likely lost many rounds. After blinking her tired eyes a few times, Amy saw she was in the well-lit guest bedroom of her friend's house. She was partially wrapped in a cocoon of sheets and blankets; one of her legs was bare and exposed to the frigid air of the morning. Yawning widely, she stretched luxuriously, brushing her outstretched fingertips against the oaken frame of the bed. The smooth texture of the wood awakened her senses more fully and brought the world into greater focus. There was a faint noise in the distance that sounded vaguely like a woman humming. The smell of brewing coffee wafted into the room and created a compulsion in her to partake in delicious warm beverages on this cold morning. Amy would've preferred to roll into a tighter ball and enjoy contrast of warm bedding on her naked flesh but insistence of the coffee aroma commanded her to search for it. Attempting to roll out of bed proved to be a mistake. The process of unravelling the woollen blanket and stepping out of bed was too complicated a manoeuvre to pull off in her soporific state and Amy only managed to entangle herself further, landed on the floor with a meaty thump. She lay there for a moment, face pressed against the hardwood floor and contemplated staying here for a little while longer. The cool of the floor felt so refreshing against her flushed face, though she noticed after a few moments that it was completely quiet now except for the sound of her breathing. "You alright back there?" a female voice called from another room. Amy strained her face against the floor. "Mmyeahmmokay," she managed. The voice in the distance responded with a slight tone of relief. "No worries! When you're ready, come on out and I've got breakfast for you." The fogginess hadn't lifted from Amy's mind but she was quite certain that she had no idea whose voice that was. It had been a rowdy house party last night but she couldn't remember who she'd talked to. Still, there was a delightful aroma of coffee in their air and she was being offered it. Amy braced herself against the floor and pushed herself up. The motion took some effort as the bedsheet was tucked around her shoulders and arms; her palms kept sliding across the smooth floor. Eventually she managed to sufficiently disentangle herself to get to her feet and noticed the extent of her undress. Apart from the blanket that she now pulled around her body more tightly to ward off the chill of the air, she wore only a loose fitting sky-blue tank top and a pair of white socks. She would wonder about the whereabouts of her other clothes - but only after breakfast. Amy padded out of the bedroom in search of sustenance. The humming had resumed and she honed in on the sound - which as she traversed the corridor was coming from the kitchen. Reaching the threshold of the kitchen, she peered shyly around the doorframe. Inside was a well apportioned kitchen with black marble countertops and high-set windows. A sizzling sound caught Amy's attention and she leaned further and saw a woman standing in from of a stovetop. The woman had fair skin and shoulder length chestnut hair that was a little too short for the tight ponytail it was tied into. She was tall and almost Amazonian in figure; even viewed from behind she was clearly buxom. She appeared to be dressed but after squinting for a moment Amy saw that she wore nothing but a linen apron and a pair of yellow and green striped panties. They looked suspiciously like... "Hey!" shouted Amy. The woman turned her head towards the source of the shout and looked at her. "Good morning Ms. Amy!" she smiled. "I've made a pot of espresso and I hope you like your eggs scrambled." Amy was incredulous. "You thieving bitch! Why are you wearing my panties?!" The woman looked down at her body and grinned cheekily. "You mean these?" she asked, lifting up the front of her apron and exposing her underwear. "Well I couldn't find mine after last night and I did win them fair and square from you." Amy blinked several times while shaking her head. "I don't...what are you...who...?" "And after all the fun we had last night you don't remember me," the woman said. She pointed to herself with the spatula in her hand. "Quinn." She swivelled back towards the stove and Amy saw her turn the burners off with an audible click. This was getting increasingly frustrating. Amy had only been up for a few minutes but here was a strange woman wearing stolen underwear and making her coffee. "Who are you?" Quinn turned back towards her and reached to the nape of her neck. Her nimble fingers deftly began to untie the string of the apron. "We met at the party last night, remember? I'm Jake's old friend? We played that game and we ran out of vodka?" Quinn said. Amy shook her head. "Last night is still a blur. I still don't remember." The top strings fell lose over Quinn's shoulders and she reached behind her back to the apron's remaining ties. Amy watched as the movement caused Quinn's breasts to strain against the coarse fabric. It must have gotten chillier in the kitchen; Amy felt goosebumps rise on the back of her neck. "You were down to your last piece of clothes and you lost. I thought I was going to just get you naked but then you wanted to double down," Quinn continued. "Double down? How do you double down on clothes?" Quinn fumbled with the straps, jiggling as she attempted to undo a well tied knot. For a moment Amy thought she saw a nipple poke into view but she may have just imagined it. "That's what I asked. You offered to let me keep them if I won." Quinn managed to reach for the end she was looking for and started to tug at it. "It was kind of hot, actually," she said, winking suggestively. The straps unravelled themselves and hung loosely from the sides of the apron. She began to lift the garment over her head but stopped. Amy flushed, turning a deep shade of red. "Is it hot in here?" she asked cheekily. "Clearly it must be the case if you feel the need to take off what appears to be one of your only two pieces of clothing," Amy stammered. The words came out in a long stream - it felt so unnatural to say but this tall woman was flustering her. Quinn strode over to her and pulled the apron off - Amy only saw a brief flash of the taller woman's breasts before they stood toe to toe. "Hi," Quinn said. "How's the head." Swimming now, Amy thought. "Uh, yeah, fine I guess," Amy managed. She was at least a head shorter and was desperately trying to look anywhere but straight ahead at Quinn's chest. "It's okay - you can look at them. I've been checking out your cute little ass since you walked in here." Amy cautiously looked right in front of her at Quinn's breasts. My god, they're melons! They must have been at least a DD, or possibly an E cup. They looked soft and hung just a little bit down, the tell-tale sign of a girl who had developed beyond the firmness of adolescence to the suppleness of a mature woman in her sexual prime. Dark red areolas stared her in the face. They weren't perfectly symmetrical, pointing slightly off in different directions, but definitely ripe and tender. "Still hungry for breakfast?" Quinn joked. "Or perhaps you'd like something off the menu?" Amy was still mesmerized by tried to shake it off. "Coffee - I was after coffee," she began. "Although it might be a good idea to put the apron back on if you're going to make hot ..." Quinn yawned and stretched her arms upward. The movement gently pulled her breasts upwards, and then bounced gracefully back down at the end of the arc. "...body. I mean liquids!" Amy struggled to get out. She blushed even harder. Quinn was grinning from ear to ear now. "You're absolutely adorable in that shade of red! Even your ears are pink!" Amy clamped her hands over ears and squeezed her eyes shut. This girl was determined to make her die of embarrassment and she'd only been awake for five minutes. She felt Quinn slide by her side and then behind her. A warm body pressed up against her and she could feel the tall woman's physique. Lithe fingers reached against her right ear, pulling Amy's hands away from her face. Lips traced softly across her ear, causing a shiver to run up her spine. "How about we see if something else satisfies your appetite first?" Quinn whispered into her ear. Amy shuddered as the words ran through her brain. "But I...uh..." Amy attempted. Quinn's breath tickled her ear and made it difficult to concentrate. "Shhhhh..." the voice behind her murmured. Amy felt hands running against the contours of her body. One hand traced a path down the left side of her chest and across her hip, while the other cupped her right breast. Amy instinctively hunched but Quinn continued to whisper calming words. "Just relax...you're going to enjoy this," she said, brushing her lips against Amy's earlobe. The head behind Amy tilted and planted soft kisses on her ear, then her neck, and against the top of her collarbone. The left hand had reached her bare bottom and was drawing small circles against the tight skin. "...but...I've never...we're both...woah!" The hand behind her brushed between her cheeks and had grazed against her labia. For a few moments Amy had forgotten that she hadn't been wearing panties and now this was granting Quinn easy access to her most private of areas. The voice whispered again. "Don't worry...I won't tell if you don't." The nimble fingers stroked her from underneath, sending electricity shooting throughout her body. The other hand had slowly swept down the front of her body, following the smooth curves of her stomach until it arrived at the downy hair below. Amy could hear a short giggle from behind and felt her ears go redder. "This area here seems very well manicured," Quinn commented, running a finger up and down the strip of hair. "I would've taken you for an 'au naturelle' type of girl." "I...I...like everything...to be neat and tidy," Amy managed. The fingers below on her outer lips were moving agonizingly slowly and the fingers above were getting closer and closer to her... Amy suddenly convulsed and took a sharp breath as the fingers on her mons brushed against her clitoris. She'd never been touched like this - she hadn't even touched herself before. Her shoulders shuddered involuntarily each time Quinn ran her fingertips across the tip of her clit. "Do you like that?" she breathed into Amy's ear. "How about this?" Her right fingertips played tenderly across the top of her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through Amy's body. She was maddeningly talented - each time she caressed the nub, she swirled her fingers around and traced a path down, around and back up to the centre where it was most sensitive. The fingers below had moved beyond simply stroking her lips and now were gently parting them, with each stroke going a little bit deeper. It hurt a little bit to separate, but the many fingers were replaced by a single one pushing and skimming. She could feel it from the inside - Quinn wasn't simply pushing. Each movement was a caress, a come-hither gesture that drew her closer and made her heart race. The fingers on her clitoris were also replaced by a single fingertip, rubbing faster and faster. Amy breathed harder and shallower, on the verge of hyperventilation. The feeling was overloading - she had to start holding her breath as the sensations took over. Orgasm wracked her body and she cried out in pleasure. Spots danced across her eyes and suddenly her legs gave out from under her. Quinn held her in place with a strong, toned arm while her other hand continued to caress her from the inside. As her orgasm subsided, Amy fell back into the warm embrace of the taller woman. They sank to the floor and Amy luxuriated in the post-orgasmic feeling; she felt so...contented. A hand grasped Amy's chin and turned her to meet Quinn's grinning face. "How did you like that?" Quinn asked. "Well...um...it was pretty..." The taller woman interrupted her by planting a soft kiss on her lips. She felt so warm and welcoming. "I think you're ready for something else." Amy's eyes widened. "Coffee!" Quinn exclaimed. Amy and Quinne in the Shower Quinne playfully poked Amy in the centre of her forehead. Amy smiled sheepishly but panicked as she was suddenly lifted off the ground. She found herself being hoisted by strong feminine arms and then placed back on the black marble countertop. Amy squeaked as her bare behind made contact with the cold surface again. Amy looked into Quinne's bright brown eyes; the taller girl's face was still bright red and moist from her oral efforts moments ago. Quinne waggled her eyebrows again (in a manner Amy was certain was meant to annoy her) and swaggered out of the room. "Was that a yes or a no?" Amy called out after her. Amy leaned over on the black marble countertop to see Quinne's response. The older woman wore only a pair of panties (stolen from her last night), though they appeared...darker somehow? "You going to just leave me up here?" she tried again plaintively. Jumping down the first time had taken some effort and now she was nervous about doing it again. Amy was of average build, breasts that were smaller than she would've liked, and a little on the short side. Quinne's efforts had left Amy breathless, unsteady and jelly-legged; even the short jump down from the counter made her nervous of slipping. Amy braced herself, planting her hands on the curved edge of the marble and pushed off. She landed uneasily and wobbled as she tried to will strength back into her legs. Amy held out her arms at a right angles to her shoulders to better regain her balance. Never expected cumming to make me feel so weak, Amy thought. She smiled wryly. Or so good. Across the house she heard the sound of a shower spitting. After spending a few more seconds balancing on the spot, she started towards the bathroom. Her first step forward caused her to slip and she flailed ungracefully on the spot. Her arms pin wheeled through the air before she crashed unceremoniously to the floor. Amy sat dazed for a moment and began to rub her sore behind. A voice called out from the distance. "Everything okay back there?" Amy rolled off one of her soft cheeks and slowly massaged the other. She felt more stupid than injured. "Yeah, I'm fine. The floor is just a bit slippery. Must be the lino." She could hear the shower start up from across the house and the voice call out again. "It's only slippery when wet!" Amy blushed again despite herself. Quinne kept making cheeky comments like that and Amy just had no response to them – she normally comported herself conservatively and everything Quinne said made her feel... With her bottom sufficiently rubbed, Amy pushed off the ground with her palms and stepped over the slippery area on the ground. She began padding across the kitchen and into the main living room towards the sound of the shower – she wasn't familiar with the house layout and looked around curiously. The living room was a high-ceiling but sparsely appointed area. It gave her a great feeling of openness and airiness, like she could breathe easily and clearly. The room might have felt sterile with its simple glass and chrome tables and chairs if not for the mess strewn about. Magazines, Kashmir blankets, socks thrown on the floor and a vase of colourful flowers on the coffee table made the whole area feel inviting. Amy tiptoed towards the table and picked up one of the magazines in a stack. Men's health? Beneath this were more than a several magazines of equally eclectic taste – PC gaming, Crocheting Monthly, Air Guitar Today, and Women in Uniform. Quinne's just...weird, Amy thought initially, but smiled after a moment. But in a good way. A fog wafted into the room and caught her attention. Cautiously, Amy tiptoed over towards the source of the fog. A wood-panelled sliding door stood between her and her curiosity; she carefully pulled the door along its track, steam billowing out at an increasing rate. Amy couldn't see anything initially as the bathroom air was saturated with steam. She felt herself begin to sweat in the heated environment. How hot does she like her showers? Amy thought incredulously. It's like a sauna in here. Gradually, Amy's eyes adjusted to the fogginess and searched for Quinne. The bathroom was appointed in much the same fashion as the kitchen – black tiled floors with chrome railings. Amy spied the shower – a large fixture in the corner of the room that was completely fogged in every panels. Steam continued to pour out of the top of the shower. Every few seconds, water droplets would flick against the glass panel, sliding down and providing a tantalising glimpse of woman bathing nude within. Flashes of bare flesh titillated Amy's senses with every streak down the foggy glass. "Hey...Quinne...?" Amy called out. She could hear a loud splashing of water on skin, and then the sound of a large quantity of water sploshing on the shower's tiled floor. "Amy! The water's great in here!" Quinne answered. "And there's room for two if you're interested!" Amy continued to tread carefully across the tiled floor – they were slippery from the steam condensation and she didn't want to end this adventure in an ambulance. She suddenly felt sheer fabric underfoot – she looked down and saw Quinne's panties lying in a crumpled on the floor. They're not dry... Taking the underwear as a sign of encouragement, she pulled her shirt over her head and threw it in a pile next to her. Amy stood completely nude; normally she would feel exposed, even in the presence of another woman, but the opaque fog made her feel more secure. Water vapour gathered on her brow, her shoulders and her breasts, slowly running down her body in a way that Amy found pleasing. The shower door swung open and Amy could finally see inside – Quinne was oddly contorted inside. She was bent over, one arm holding open the door while the other rubbed a bar of soap against her lower right calf. She turned her head and motioned towards Amy. "Don't be shy! Besides, you'll let out all the steam if you take too long." Amy took a step across the threshold and immediately felt a stream of hot water sluice across her head and shoulders. She looked about in confusion – there were two streams of water within the shower. One was pouring over Quinne, and a second coming from the opposite side of the shower. "What the...?" Amy started. Quinne laughed. "You've never seen a shower with two heads before? Quite a few firsts for you today," Quinne said. Amy turned around to face the second shower head and spluttered as she was hit full in the face with the jet of water. She shifted over sideways out of the direct stream. The movement brushed her thighs against the other woman's buttocks; they felt soft but firm against Amy's skin. "What kind of idiot makes a shower with two heads? Why would you even do that?" Amy asked. The other woman pulled the door closed and straightened out. "That's all me," Quinne said. "I put in the second showerhead." "But...I didn't mean to...why would you...?" Amy stammered. Quinne placed her soap onto a small dispenser in the corner and turned to face her. For the first time, Amy could appreciate the taller woman's full physique. She had seen Quinne's breasts and legs in the kitchen, but in the shower they were in a completely relaxed state. Water cascaded across the firm curves of Quinne's body and ran down into the darker crevice of her thighs. Amy saw that Quinne had a dark thatch of pubic hair that obscured her view of the lips below. The hair was dark and coarse, but not untamed – Quinne had obviously groomed it, as the hair was rough-looking but only extended across her mons. Quinne began to lather up her hands as she spoke. "Well the main shower here has impressive force, and I love the way it pounds across my skin. It's got a wide range and if you stand under if for a minute, it'll just work out every knot in your body like it's nobody's business," Quinne said. Amy put up a hand behind her to halt the water flow from the second source. She was completely drenched now, though her hair was merely matted down. She noticed that Quinne's luxurious brunette mane was now in one thick wet ponytail running down her back. There is something so incredibly appealing about wet hair... Amy took a short step back and released the stream; it sprang loose and gushed all over her scalp and saturated her own hair in an instant. She was aware of Quinne's gaze on the movement. The older woman paused speaking and her eyes glittered. "And I thought you were cute before!" Quinne leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "You're even more gorgeous when you're completely wet." Amy flushed, but Quinne continued her explanation. "Still all that pressure is no good for getting a good lather going or for anything else. Soap washes right off. Watch." Quinne grabbed a bar of soap and quickly worked it into a lather in her hands. She opened them up to show Amy and then began to apply them to her own breasts. Amy was mesmerized by the motion; suds formed around the tender flesh and gathered in the magnificent cleavage, before being washed away within seconds. "See?" Quinne asked. "You can't wash properly under this jet. You have to stand out of the stream–" Quinne took a step out of the water and began to lather again. "But now I'm already getting cold. I'm too close to the wall tiles." She turned around and pointed to her ass. "See what I mean?" Amy blinked her eyes several times but shook her head. Quinne reached out and took her hand in her own and pressed it against her ass. Toned, and mostly smooth, but with goosebumps rising steadily. Amy marvelled at the sensation. Was it possible to have perfect skin and goosebumps at the same time? Quinne released her hand and pointed to the second jet. "That one isn't just a showerhead. It's on a hose attachment with variable pressure. You can stand under it while getting lathered up like so –" With that, Quinne moved up and pressed her well-soaped body up against Amy's. Amy felt slippery breasts rub against her own. Strong hands grasped Amy's buttocks and pulled her even closer as Quinne swivelled gently from side to side. Amy's nipples grew hard as soapy bosoms rubbed against them. She could feel blood rushing throughout her body. "I...uh...see the benefit now..." Amy managed. Quinne grinned and reached up for the shower nozzle, still pressing her body against Amy's. After fiddling with the jet for a moment, she lifted it out of its socket and pulled it down. She took and step back into the main shower's flow and pulled Amy bodily along with her. "Just wanted to keep wet while I did this," Quinne said. "It also has very adjustable settings, from drizzle-" The water gently washed away the suds from Amy's now-soapy breasts. "-to fun-mode." "Fun mode?" Quinne grinned again and twisted the nozzle head. The water burst forth with a powerful jet – the kind that Amy usually only saw coming from a garden hose when she covered the tip with her finger. For a moment, Amy grew fearful at the sight. Quinne had given her two leg-jellying orgasms so far this morning, but there was no way she could withstand the pounding of that water jet. Perhaps it's time to return the favour. Amy slid her hands up against Quinne's muscular body, revelling in the juxtaposition of soft flesh and toned physique. The movement was enough to momentarily distract Quinne from her demonstration. Amy followed the path of water rivulets down Quinne's body with her fingers until she reached the patch of hair below. "Well what's going on here?" Quinne asked nonchalantly. "You're not interested in my nozzle?" Amy ran her right hand up along Quinne's arm until she reached the clenched hand. She pulled gently on the nozzle and Quinne released the hose. Amy's left hand went lower, brushing over an engorged clitoris and across puffy lips. She traced a path along the lips, across her thighs, and back up to the mons. Amy brought the water jet down across Quinne's body; the powerful stream left small dimples in the skin that filled in the moment the jet left. Despite being in her late twenties, Quinne's skin was still perfectly taut like a teenager's. Amy gave her most seductive smile. "I am interested in it. I want to see what it can do." Quinne reached out and grasped Amy's hand, guiding the spray of water lower. "I'm certainly willing to help demonstrate." Quinne released her grip as the jet splashed against her thighs. Amy moved the nozzle closer to Quinne's body and arced the stream against her thigh, around the pubis, and down the other thigh. She repeated this motion, up, around and down, each time going closer and closer to the clitoris until finally spraying across it on one of the arcs. Quinne moaned loudly – the taller woman's pleasure was not something hidden or suppressed like Amy's. She turned the jet across the clit again and Quinne shuddered. Another tantalizingly brief spray across the clit, another moan. Something in Amy revelled in the effect she was having on the other woman. She could completely control the sensations of another by the slightest movement of her hand. Another swipe, another shudder. Quinne continued to shudder but then roughly grasped Amy's head with both hands. Amy saw the desire in the woman's brown eyes before Quinne kissed her, hard and deep. She had only a breathless moment to savour the task of the amazon before Quinne forcefully pulled her head away. "Don't tease me like that, girl!" Quinne seemed to scream through gritted teeth. "Put in on my clit! I want it hard!" Amy shifted the nozzle to her other hand and aimed it at Quinne's clitoris. Her eyes closed and she seemed to concentrate on the sensation. The woman's inconsistent moans became longer and louder; the trembling went from shudders of the back to full-body quaking. "Do you like that?" Amy asked cheekily. "Hhhhhhhuuhhhhhggg," was all Quinne could manage. "Want to come?" Quinne continued to tremor but opened her eyes. Her expression was a mix of intense arousal and desire. "Make me come! Keep it going!" Amy grew bold as Quinne's climax approached. She touched the other woman's face and kissed her on the lips. Quinne's legs seem to buckle, slipping on the tiles just a bit and Amy's aim with the water spigot dipped. The spray turned down and washed up against her labia; Quinne bore down on Amy's mouth and bit down on her lip. Pain and exhilaration coursed throughout Amy's body – she'd never felt so turned on. Amy retargeted the spray and made circles of powerful water around Quinne's clit. "Gah you can't do that to me! Use your fingers too!" Quinne shouted. Amy slid a finger in between Quinne's lower lips. Between the water streams, the moisture of the shower and the tall woman's arousal, Amy's finger slipped in with ease. Amy had never finger fucked a girl before; she slipped her finger in and out, and back in again. On the third entry, she slid in two fingers. "Harder! Deeper! Fuck me with your fingers!" Quinne screamed. The taller woman was now convulsing uncontrollably. Amy pumped her fingers in and out while spraying the water jet against Quinne's clitoris. Quinne began screaming in pleasure; Amy could feel violent contractions against her thrusting digits. The internal spasms were so powerful that she felt like they might crush her fingers, and Amy ceased thrusting. She began to withdraw them when Quinne grabbed her arm with a vice grip and impaled herself deeply. "Fuck me! Leave it in there!" Quinne continued to write in paroxysms of pleasure; more than a minute passed since the beginning of her orgasm. Quinne's shoulders heaved back and forward. She suddenly batted away the shower head and sank to the tiled floor, dragging Amy down with her. Quinne panted heavily under the remaining shower; her orgasm continued to taper down but Amy could feel periodic spasms in Quinne's vaginal muscles. Beads of water covered both girls' faces, and Quinne released Amy's arm. The younger woman withdrew her fingers and Quinne sighed contentedly. "I haven't come that hard in a long time," she panted. Quinne looked up at her with a wry smile on her face and winked at her. "Not bad for your first time with a girl." Amy noticed that she was breathing heavily too – she didn't realise how much effort went into making someone orgasm. She smiled widely, pride on her lips. She leaned in under the water stream and kissed Quinne. She exulted in the feeling of soft lips touching hers while water cascaded over their naked bodies. Quinne's tongue darted playfully over her mouth, and pulled back. "Time to find something more interesting to fuck you with," Quinne said. Amy and Quinne Later that Morning Amy sat with her bare bottom planted against the cold linoleum floor, legs partly splayed. She was breathing heavily from the excitement of mere seconds ago. Her arms propped up her shaking body behind her, though they were as unstable as the rest of her. Amy's fingers tensed against the floor; she took a deep breath and then relaxed, stretching her legs, her shoulders, her fingers. Quinne – the older woman who'd literally brought her to her fall – knelt down in front of Amy. She still had that mischievous grin on her face – the look of a girl who'd done something naughty and was proud of it. "I think she likes it," Quinne said. "Maybe we should leave breakfast to later. The coffee will wait." Amy held up a hand. "Hang...on...just let me catch my breath," she panted. "Do you always seduce party guests in the morning?" "Only when they walk in without panties," Quinne chuckled. "Which you stole last...hey!" Amy's reprimand was cut short as Quinne put an arm around her back and another around her legs and lifted her bodily off the floor. She yelped and instinctively wrapped her arms around Quinne's neck. "Put me down!" Amy squealed. "Sure thing, sweet lips," Quinne said, squeezing her as she strode across the room. They approached the marble countertop with a flourish; Amy was not petite but Quinne betrayed no stress swinging her effortlessly around. Amy had never encountered a woman with Quinne's build – she was tall, curvaceous and athletic, with next to no excess body fat. She lacked any kind of dancer's grace but still seem to glide smoothly and confidently. Powerful, Amy thought. Quinne's a powerful woman. Quinne lifted Amy a little higher and swung her around to sit her on the countertop. Quinne's hands slipped a bit and Amy's eyes went wide with shock as she dropped several centimetres. Luckily, her captor caught her before she went any lower, giving a her a wink as she cradled her legs. "Here we go," the amazon said, placing her on the kitchen bench. Amy squealed again as her warm posterior made contact with the freezing marble. She scrabbled to pull her shirt underneath her bottom, overbalancing in the process. Quinne caught her just in time to prevent Amy from rolling off the bench. "Careful!" Quinne said. "The floor's not as hard as the bench, but it'll still hurt to fall." "You put me here!" Amy retorted. "What are you doing anyway?" Quinne wandered over to the kitchen sink and began to wash her hands. Amy had seen her from behind when she'd first encountered her but there was a strength and beauty to her movements. Amy hadn't noticed but Quinne had well-toned broad shoulders and a defined musculature. The stolen panties that she wore were several sizes too small and stretched across toned buttocks. Amy admired Quinne's taut thigh muscles and marveled the gap between them; though for a moment annoyance flashed across her mind. Unless you were incredibly skinny or worked out daily, it was next to impossible to have the sought-after thigh gap. And despite her large stature and muscle tone, Quinne still had a discernible gap between her legs. Life's just not fair sometimes, Amy thought. She had attempted herself to create a gap for herself, but Amy found exercise an unendurable experience. Sweating, pain, and physical humiliation were all to be avoided, and nothing brought those conditions on better than exercise. Still, she had to admit the results might be worth it. Quinne was feminine and powerful from top to bottom. Quinne finished washing her hands and dried them off with a nearby towel. "I didn't want you to slip around again – my hands were just a little bit too wet to keep a solid grip," she said. Amy blushed. This other girl had a knack of making her feel so dirty and yet... "Can I get down now?" Amy asked. Quinne calmly walked towards her, stopping in front of her dangling legs and placing warm hands on Amy's knees. "I don't think you're quite relaxed enough," the taller woman responded. "I want to see you like you were last night, but this time sober." She winked again. "I think not. This might have been a bit too much excitement as it is. Why don't you scooch out of the way so I can..." Amy began. Quinne started to stroke up and down Amy's legs. Endorphins rushed to her brain and for a moment, she lost the power of speech. Amy twitched and continued. "...get dressed and go home. What are you doing now?" Quinne grinned, pressing more deeply into her thighs, massaging from kneecap, upward and moving tantalizingly inward which each stroke. "Did you know," she started, slowly pushing Amy's legs apart on the bench. "...that a woman's body increases with sensation with each touch?" Amy instinctively began to spread her legs wider. The massage was warming her whole body and each stroke of Quinne's hands against her thighs made Amy breathe heavier. "What's more, variations in touch, intensity and quality of sensation all make a woman's body even more susceptible to pleasure," Quinne continued. Amy half closed her eyes and let the feeling of the touch encompass her. Hands pressed against her flesh and caressed, brushing across her pubic mound. Her seated position was a wonderful angle for a leg massage, but fingertips could only get so close to a place of greater pleasure. Still, she felt almost weightless, like she was reaching some peak, being lifted... She jerked suddenly as she realized her legs were being lifted upwards – Quinne had firmly grasped Amy by her calves and was pointing towards the ceiling. Noticing the alarm in Amy's eyes, Quinne made a soft shushing noise. Strong hands slide on each leg from calf to ankle and then held tightly. Amy felt completely exposed – here she was, in an empty kitchen, sitting on a cold marble bench, wearing only a thin blue tank top and having her legs spread high and wide by an amazon. She briefly tried thrashing her legs but she was being held firmly in place. "I'm ready to get down now!" Amy said squeezing her eyes shut, hands covering her face. "I don't need any more 'sensations.'" Quinne placed Amy's legs on her shoulders. "Your first one was pretty great wasn't it? Trust me – the second one will blow your mind," Quinne assured her. Amy still had her hands over her eyes but she felt her legs lower slightly and hair brush against her inner thighs. She felt herself take a short, ragged lungful of air as a hot burst of breath assailed her vulva. "I didn't get a good look before but you're quite pretty down here," Quinne remarked. "Don't say that!" Amy huffed. "Don't even look!" Amy felt a fingertip brush against her clitoris and shuddered just a bit. "Now normally," Quinne began, "I would take my time and show you some love over the course of half an hour. But you're still warmed up, as this little guy can attest to." With that, Quinne stuck her tongue out and licked around her engorged clit. The feeling was incredible! Amy felt like hyperventilating – she couldn't see what was going on but felt the purposeful tongue licking up around her clit and the down her labia. Each brush of the tongue sent waves of pleasure hurtling up and down her body, and Amy pressed her lower lips harder onto Quinne's face. The intensity began to build and Amy felt her orgasm building; even more powerfully than the first. The tongue continued its deeper strokes until Amy was almost on the verge of... And Quinne pulled off, lifting her face from between Amy's legs and re-gripping her legs as she stood up. The tall brunette had a cheeky grin on her face again. Amy twitched in frustration. "It's hot down there," Quinne said, wiping a glistening sheen from her brow. "I'm not sure I can continue." "But...I was almost...arrrggh!" Amy was livid. The taller woman was clearly just playing with her. She knew how to play with Amy's buttons, bringing her to the brink of what could've been the greatest feeling she'd ever had and then stopping. Amy's whole body was tingling with sexual energy that needed release. "Please...just..." "Finish it?" Quinne finished. Amy nodded fervently. Quinne shook her head. "What do I get? I should be rewarded for my best efforts." Amy had trouble processing Quinne's statement. Her body was still shaking and her mind was foggy. "You already have my clothes from last night. What did you want from me now?" Amy suddenly noticed that Quinne was also flushed and breathing heavily. Did she want her to...? Quinne balanced one of Amy's legs back on her shoulder and wiped her face with the back of her hand. "My turn next," she said nonchalantly. Until a few minutes ago, Amy had never so much as seen another human being naked. She could feel her body yearning for more, but it made her nervous. Still, her body was aching and she couldn't stand it any longer. "Okay! I'll do whatever! Just end this agony!" Amy said. Quinne smiled. "It's a deal!" The tall woman dove back between her legs and began lapping around Amy's clitoris again, though this time it was more targeted, more forceful. Instead of just tracing circles around the clit, it felt like Quinne was using her whole mouth. Her lips formed a seal and sucked at her clit. Teeth gently scraped against her clitoris sending electricity throughout Amy's body and arching her spine. A tongue tickled playfully against the tip simultaneously. Amy's whole frame convulsed and she exploded as the pleasure reached its crescendo. Amy screamed in delight, grasping the back of Quinne's head and pushing it as hard as she could against her body. Quinne continued to lash her tongue against her clitoris. Amy shuddered tremulously and felt like she couldn't control herself at all. The orgasm began to subside and Amy sucked in a deep breath. She had bent over backwards so far that her head was pressed up against the kitchen wall. Short pulses continued to wrack her body. She looked down at the woman between her legs – Quinne was staring up at her, and although her lips were still sealed against her clit, Amy could tell she was smiling. Amy felt one last jolt across her nerves as Quinne swirled her tongue around, and then the taller woman stood up. Quinne carefully set Amy's legs down. Amy was enormously grateful for the gentleness – she felt as though they had turned to jelly. Quinne's face was matted with moisture. She seemed to be exhausted, but with a satisfied smile on her lips. She reached for a nearby clean dish towel. "It seems that I'm all wet," Quinne said, wiping her face with the towel. "I might need a shower to get all clean." Amy cautiously hopped down from the marble countertop. "Maybe I could help." Amy said. Amy and Robert Amy and Robert were sitting side by side at the desk in Robert's bedroom doing their respective university assignments. Robert was nineteen and a half, and in second year Medicine. His sister, Amy was a little over eighteen and in her first year of a science degree. They had studied together for years, even before Amy had any homework of her own. She idolised her older brother and, as a little girl, just liked to follow him around, be included in what he was doing, and even now, still loved to hang out with him. As they got older she derived benefit from this custom of studying together because any school work she needed help with, Robert had already done it the year before, could help and coach her. Even now at uni, he had studied a lot of the subjects she was now doing in first year science. "Robbie?" she said to get his attention. "Yes sis?" he replied. "Can I ask you something personal?" she asked. "Personal?" he queried, looking up from his books and giving her a wry smile. "How, personal? What's on my little sister's mind, huh?" "Well ... it's about sex, actually. Coming from and all girl Catholic high school I didn't have anything to do with boys until I got to university, and I feel a bit ignorant compared with the majority of girls who went to co-ed government high schools, and who don't come from strict, prudish, Catholic families like ours. I just wondered if you could tell me something about it?" "Fancy that", replied Robert with a chuckle, as he put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a fraternal squeeze. "My little sister's suddenly become a young woman; interested in boys, huh? Anyone in particular?" "No!" Amy was quick to chide. "It's just that, unlike me and my girlfriends, a lot of the girls in my year at uni have boyfriends, and some of them even admit to not being virgins - even brag about what the got up to after the party last weekend ... that sort of stuff. I'm not looking to do anything wicked, just want to know more about it, that's all, and you're my brother after all. If I can't ask you, who can I ask?" "Amy, Amy, Amy", he said with a smile, swivelling his chair around to face her. "Well, you could ask Mum, or your friends at uni. I'm not sure this is a proper subject for brother and sister to be discussing." "I've had the birds and bees lesson from Mum, but I can't ask her anything much beyond that sanitised account of where babies come from - definitely not about romantic or recreational sex! It would be too embarrassing for both of us ... and as far as my friends at uni are concerned, well most of them are good little Catholic girls too, and all of them are virgins like me, so they wouldn't have a clue. Besides, it might make them wonder why I want to know." "I see", he mused, and then more positively: "Okay, sis; we've always talked about things in the past, so why not? - what do you want to know? Mind you, I don't have much more experience than you do, so I'm not sure how much help I can be." You've been at uni for nearly two years and haven't done anything? - a good looking guy like you, who all the girls lust after?" It was true - Robert was a very handsome young man, and all of her school friends had made no secret of the fact that they were infatuated with him. If she were true to her own feelings, Amy would have admitted to herself that she too had a crush on her big brother, but that was just too wicked for words, and would be denounced by the Holy Church, so whenever those warm fuzzy feelings came over her she had always suppressed them and confined herself to enjoying the platonic aspects of being siblings who get on exceptionally well, indeed. "No", he replied, "... well, maybe not done nothing, but I have certainly not gone all the way, if that's what you mean. A bit of kissing and cuddling with the occasional grope after a date, but other than that, sis, I'm still a virgin like you, so I'm not sure I can teach you much. Actually, on that point, Libby Pascoe has asked me to partner her to the Arts Faculty Ball, and she even said that she would make it worth my while if I did. I'm still thinking about it, and not sure what to do. So, since you brought the subject of sex up, I'm now asking you if I should go with her, or politely turn her down?" "Not her!" Amy retorted. "Why not her?" asked Robert. "In case you didn't know", replied Amy, "she's got a reputation around campus, and to my mind, not the sort of girl I want my brother going out with - and certainly not the one to give his virginity to ... to be his first! Everyone would know the next day and that would ruin your chances with any of the nice girls. Why her, anyway? If you've decided it is time to lose it, then why not with a quality girl of good character?" What she didn't say was the she was surprised that she also felt pangs of jealousy - a feeling that she knew was wrong, but if her brother was going to lose his virginity, as he inevitably would one day, she wanted it to be with someone worthy of him, and someone she, Amy, liked and respected. "Calm down, little sis. I know what you say about Libby is true and I have pretty much decided to decline her invitation. The only reason I hesitated in the first place is that I am one of the only virgins left among my peer group, and my hormones are telling me: 'it's about time you found out what it's all about' ... and, she was offering. As for losing it with a nice girl instead? - well, nice girls don't come across that easily, and I'm not sure I want a long term relationship with one right now, when I am less than half way through my course, which is what I would have to commit to if I wanted to get that intimate with a 'nice girl'. At least with Libby it wouldn't be a serious, long term affair, but, as you say, it would also be something I wouldn't be proud of. You seem surprised that I'm still a virgin. Like you, I've had a very religious upbringing, attended a single sex Catholic school, have wonderful but prudish parents, and I think all of these factors have been holding me back." Just then they heard the familiar footsteps of their mother mounting the stairs. She was in the habit of bringing them a cup of cocoa around bedtime. "Oops!" said Amy, and without anything further being said they swivelled their chairs so they were once again facing their books, and pretended to be deep in study mode when their mother entered the room with a steaming mug in each hand. ----- oOo ----- The next night their mother kissed both of them goodnight and said, "We won't be too late - home around midnight. You can always phone if there's an emergency. Love you both." Their Dad shook Robert's hand and kissed Amy on the forehead and said, "See you in the morning. We'll try and not wake you up when we come home." After they had gone, Robert and Amy decided to watch the end of the TV show that was currently screening, and then go upstairs and do some study before bed. After they had been sitting on the couch for a while, Amy said during the advertisements: "Robert, I have been thinking ..." Robert smiled and said in an amused tone of voice, "What about, little sis? Libby Pascoe, or do you still want a sex education lesson from your virgin brother?" "Well, I hope you've definitely decided not to bonk Libby Pascoe - I absolutely wouldn't like that ... at all! - and, yes, a bit more about sex, if that's okay with you? As I say, I've been thinking ... I want to know what it's all about, and what my acquaintances at uni think is so special about it, but preferably without actually having to do it to find out, and getting the reputation on campus of being a slut; ... and you said it was about time you found out, too ..." "Y-e-s?" queried Robert, drawing out the word because he wondered what was coming next. "Well, we are brother and sister, right?" He nodded, and she went on, "Well. you can talk about things in a family without it going any further, like it would do at uni, right?" He nodded again, slightly amused, and also a little concerned at where this might be going. She continued: "Well ... instead of you losing face by doing it with Libby, or having to go steady with a nicer girl just to find out what it's all about, and instead of me getting a bad reputation, well ... um ... er ... well, I was wondering if we could experiment on each other and find out that way, so no one would ever know?" she finished in a rush, wondering how she had the courage to say it all. "What?! Robert both queried and exclaimed. "But, Amy, that'd be incest! We're bother and sister. It would not only be illegal but also a sin." "Incest, yes", she replied, regaining her composure and now willing to argue this one out, "but not illegal if we didn't go all the way - besides, as I said, no one would ever know. And as far as the Holy Church is concerned, there are examples of incest in the Bible that everyone accepts, and it definitely is not as much of a concern in biblical terms, it seems, as is fornication, adultery, or other forms of non-familial sex. Sure, the modern priest wouldn't condone it, but history does, and as for the law, well, as I said, no one would every know. But, if you don't find me attractive, then I'll totally understand", she concluded with a pout. "Oh, sis", he said, softening and giving her a hug. "It's not that. Of course I find you attractive. Ever since I got interested in girls, and since you grew breasts, I've been of the opinion that my little sister is both the prettiest and nicest natured girl I know, and that's another reason I haven't got serious with any other girl - they just don't measure up to you ... but I've never had any lustful thoughts about you, or if I have, I've managed to suppress them as quickly as they entered my mind. No, it's definitely not that; it's just that for all these years I've been your big brother, your coach, your protector, and your best friend, and I'm a bit uncomfortable about the thought of now becoming your lover - that's all. I'm really flattered, but I don't want to do anything you might regret later in life." "This is the way I see it, Rob: first, I'm not a kid any more - I'm 18 and a legal adult; your hormones are making you want to 'loose it' - enough to even consider Libby Pascoe's proposition; my hormones are making me want to loose it too, but with no reasonable way for me to do so; we both want to know what it's all about; we have all the elements to make our first time a wonderful experience - a lot of girls say their first time was the worst time; the only negative is the incest factor, but that's only a contemporary social and legal consideration; so, what do you say to each of us being the other's first, and then we'll have the advantage, when we each meet someone special, of at least knowing what to do, and how to make it a celebration rather than a regret. Please, Rob, say you will." "You really mean it, don't you, love?" he replied. "I really do", she replied, "... and, as in so many other things, my big brother, who I love and adore, is the only one I can turn to. Don't even think about the Libby Pascoes of this world when you have a cute little sister who loves and needs you." He pondered for a moment and then said, "Okay", with an expansive smile. "Come here and give me a hug", and she was in his arms in a heartbeat. After a long and meaningful hug he said, "Now, the next thing is that neither of us knows where to start - any suggestions?" "Well, I've been doing a bit of reading, and, by your own admission, you've had some cuddles and gropes, so why don't we sit down and make a list of the things we have read about, or want to try, and go about it in some sort of orderly fashion." Robert laughed. "I can see why you chose to do Science at uni - you're a natural when it comes to designing experiments. Okay, let's go up stairs and make a list." Half an hour later they had their list. They left out intercourse, as that still seemed to be a bit too wicked to contemplate. However, they decided to not make it a hard limit, but rather something they could review at the appropriate time. Now, seeing his sister in a new and different light, warming to the idea of the experiment they were planning, and looking at his watch, Robert said, "We've got about four hours before Mum and Dad are due home, or 2-3 hours if we want to play it very safe, so I suggest we start working through our list." "I agree", she replied as she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her cheek against his chest, and hugged him tightly. ----- oOo ----- The story continues in Chapter 2 ... Amy and Robert Pt. 02 Robert and Amy - Consummation Amy stood with her arms around Robert's waist and her cheek against his chest, hugging him tightly, nervous about what they were planning to do, but also excited and eagerly looking forward to it. She had no reservations and absolutely no intention of changing her mind ... just hastening slowly for the moment, waiting for him to make the first move. "That's nice, little sis", said Robert, as he hugged her back. "It is, isn't it?" she replied sweetly. "I feel all warm and fuzzy. I'd love to know how you really feel right now, and what prompted you to say that." "How do I really feel? Well, after the initial shock of your suggestion, I'm cool with it now. On the one hand, nothing has changed between us: we're still brother and sister, and we've always been close, shared confidences, and been straight with each other. So, from that point of view, I feel very comfortable - not like I do when I'm out on a date, second guessing what my partner wants to do, or not do, wondering if it's okay to kiss her now, or if it might be okay to do something a bit more intimate. You and I will have our little experiment and afterwards we'll be able to truthfully tell each other how we feel about it: whether it was wonderful; up to expectations; nothing to rave about; or something we don't ever want to do again - no lies, no embarrassment, no recriminations, no reason not to beat about the bush, because we'll always be brother and sister, with or without sex. On the other hand, being brother and sister, brings with it the element of taboo, and, of course, it's also the first time for both of us - unknown territory - but strangely, I feel more relaxed planning my first time, with you, than I would with anyone else. With someone else there might be performance anxiety; the worry about how your partner will feel about you afterwards; the fear of not knowing what to do, and in what order, or if you are doing enough. With us, other than not wanting Mum and Dad to find out, there are no real negatives. We are both curious and we are simply going to satisfy that curiosity. With you and me we don't have to worry about the future of the relationship - we'll always be brother and sister, nothing can ever change that, and giving our virginity to each other doesn't prevent us from finding partners later on. As I say, I feel a little nervous about the incest taboo, but much more comfortable and relaxed with you, my sister, than I would be if I were contemplating sex with a girlfriend or stranger." "I feel the same, Robbie", she said as she gave him another squeeze. "Well, little one, if we don't want our time to run out I think we should get started on your list, don't you?" "Yep", she said, giving his waist another squeeze before letting him go. "I'm going to have a quick shower just to be squeaky clean for you." "Me too", he said. "You can have the bathroom and I'll use the ensuite off Mum and Dad's bedroom. Meet you back here in ten minutes." Robert was sitting on the edge of his bed with a large towel wrapped around him when Amy came back into the room. She was wearing a flannel robe, tied at the waist, with a towel wrapped around her head, turban style. She removed the towel, shook her moist locks free, and towelled them damp-dry. After discarding the towel her hands went to the belt of her robe and Robert found something to contemplate in the carpet pattern on the floor. "You don't have to look away", she said. "I didn't want to stare ... to perve ... not polite, especially when the young lady is your sister", he replied, looking up again. "I want you to stare, to perve. It makes me feel pretty and desirable. If you look away I might be offended." "There is absolutely no doubt that you're pretty, Sis. The last thing I want to do is to offend you, so, if you want me to, I'll be happy to watch you undress." She gave him a cheeky, almost coquettish look, and continued to undo her belt. She then opened the lapels, slid the robe off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. She looked magnificent standing there in nothing but a G-string or thong. She cupped a breast in each hand, fondling them and displaying them for his approbation. Next, she inserted the index finger of each hand inside the waistband of her G-string and started to pull the material down, but just as her shaved womanhood was about to appear, she stopped, smiled cheekily, turned around, and removed it slowly, revealing her perfect bum. As she slipped the thong past her knees and over her ankles she bent down, straight legged, and her vulva peeked out at him through that little cleft women have at the top of each inner thigh, put there by nature and evolution so that a male can enter her from behind when she is on all fours. Whether she exposed herself in this way by accident or by design, he was not sure, until she wiggled her hips and clenched and unclenched her buttocks in a very sexual way. She then turned towards him and slowly and sensually walked towards him, carefully gauging his response as she approached. The smile that illuminated her face showed she was delighted with the effect she was having on him. She stopped when she was standing astride his knees, her belly in front of his face, her beasts just above, and her womanhood just below. Any reservations he might have had about ravaging his sister evaporated as he saw his gorgeous sibling in a completely new light - not a young woman he had mentored since she was a little girl, but a sensual young adult who was offering herself to him and causing a stirring in his loins. He ran his hands up the backs of her legs until he was cupping her bottom cheeks in his hands, marvelling at the fact that each cheek was not more than a handful. He pulled her slightly towards him and kissed her belly. He released one of her buttocks and let that hand slowly and gently trace its way up her tight body to her breast. Once there, his hand gently squeezed her breast as he marvelled at the firmness of its texture, and the hardness of the nipple, which, unless he was mistaken, was growing longer as he manipulated it between his thumb and forefinger. She let out a soft groan of pleasure as he started to kiss his way down her belly, lick out her tummy hole, and then move on again in a southerly direction. When she felt his hot breath on her womanhood, and then the tip of his tongue probing the top of her slit, seeking out her clitoris, her knees buckled and she fell forward onto him causing him to fall backwards onto the bed with her on top of him. He looked up at her now smiling face and she said: "Sorry. What you were doing turned me on so much my legs wouldn't support me any more." "I had no idea that my sister was such a lusty little wench", he said with a grin. "Well", she protested, "I haven't even kissed a boy, let alone had anything like that done to me. Anyway, what about you? Is this having any effect on you?." She rolled off him and put her hand on his towel, locating the hardness of his now erect cock underneath, and said with a chuckle, "I can see it is!" He said, "I always thought my little sister was a goody-goody-two-shoes, but you're totally uninhibited, aren't you?" "Only with you", she replied. "If it was anyone else I think I'd be nervous as hell - petrified, in fact." "I'm glad you're relaxed ... makes it easier for me to relax too. What next?" "Time to remove this towel, I think", she said as she uncinched it from his waist and peeled it off him. He raised his buttocks slightly to allow her to pull it free and discard it. She gasped when his erection was liberated. Of course, she had occasionally glimpsed him in the shower and elsewhere in the house over the years, but on cold days what she saw was shrivelled up and only a couple of inches long - and even under a hot shower it would have only been twice that length, as well as being thin, and droopy, but now it was six to seven inches long, quite thick, as rigid as a steel rod, and dancing or pulsating to the beat of his heart. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, never having seen an adult penis before in a state of erection. "Robbie, you're so big!" He laughed and then said good humouredly, "I think that is the ultimate compliment a girl can pay a guy", and then changing to a more concerned tone of voice, "... but, Amy, if you're worried about me trying to put that inside your virgin pussy, we don't have to do that. I can't help the erection. I've never seen your naked body since you became and adult, let alone played with it, so, like you buckling at the knees, I had no control over my penis, but I can assure you that I do have control over my actions, and I have no intention of raping you, or even talking you into being penetrated if you don't want to be." She lay down next to him and looked into his eyes. "Robbie", she said, "I know we were reluctant to put intercourse on our list, but now we have got this far I really want to do that, if you do. I want this to be my first time in every sense of the word." Then she chuckled and added, "It's just that I'm not sure if a little girl like me can fit a big thing like that in my little pussy - but I want to try." He beamed back at her and said, "Good girl. I'll be very gentle with you when the time comes. But, hey, what about your hymen?" he asked. "Do you have one? I don't want to hurt you." "I asked the doctor and he said I have a 'frill' - a bit of a constriction, but not hymen-intacto. He said the first time I have intercourse it might sting a little, but, Robbie, someone has to make a woman of me and I would rather it be you than someone less caring - wouldn't you?" He smiled lovingly and said: "It'll be okay - you'll see - and if it won't fit, I'll withdraw, okay?" She smiled, nodded, and kissed him gently on the lips. "No, I want you to go all the way in and get rid of it. From what I've read it is a bit like removing a plaster - if you go at it too slowly and gently the pain goes on forever, but if you rip it off, it hardly stings at all, and only for an instant at that, so don't be too gentle, or put off if I yelp." He said, "Some lubricant might help. I think I saw a bottle of baby oil in Mum and Dad's bathroom cabinet. I'll go fetch it", and he extricated himself from her and left the room, his rampant penis leading the way. When he returned she was lying on her back on the bed, one hip and one leg covered by the doona. He paused to look down on her loveliness and she obligingly pushed back the sheet and doona to give him a better view. They took in each other's bodies for a long moment until she said: "Wow, you remind me of a movie star. How lucky am I to not only have such a handsome brother, but also to have my very first experience with him." "You're making me feel pretty good about myself", he said, and it was true, "... and you, my dear, are absolutely gorgeous! I had no idea what was inside those sloppy Joe jumpers and track suit pants." He slipped into bed beside her and went to pull the covers up, but she stopped him and asked, "Not cold, are you?" "Not at all, especially after a nice hot shower." "Then, let's leave the covers at the foot of the bed, shall we?" and she used her foot to push them further down. "Okay", he said as he put his head on the pillow. "Hmm", she said, "It seems neither of us know where to start ... any suggestions?" she said as she took his now not-so-hard penis in her hand and started to gently play with it. "That's nice", he said, and then tried to concentrate on her question. "Well, as brother and sister I don't think we are up for passionate tongue kisses just yet, so maybe we could just play with each other like you are doing right now ... but ..." "But, what?" "Well", he answered, "if you keep doing that I am in little doubt that you will bring me back to full erection again." "I'm in little doubt too", she chuckled as she lifted up his now more than half hard cock, let it drop again, and then continued to massage it. Ignoring her interjection, he went on, "... and maybe if I played with you, manually and orally, you would become aroused too..." "I am already ... quite wet in fact", she said as she felt herself with the fingers of her free hand. "For god's sake, woman, are you going to let me finish a sentence?" "Sorry, Sir", she said with mock deference, "Please carry on and I promise I won't interrupt", she said as she continued to stretch, rub, and generally play with his now erect penis, and fondle his balls. "Yes, well, we could get each other aroused and then do it, but I was sort of hoping to make it last longer, be nicer for you than that, and, in turn, make it more rewarding for me too" Intuitively knowing he was still trying to think of how to approach making love to her without being either too lovey dovey or too mechanical about it, she asked: "What would you really like to do to me, or with me, that would come naturally to you, let you be relaxed, and at the same time turn you on, or preferably turn both of us on. Have you got any ideas? - perhaps a fantasy you would like to play out?" "No fantasy", he replied, "but maybe an idea. How do you feel about massage?" "Massage! Love it. Giving or receiving - which did you have in mind?" she asked with genuine interest. "Well, I was was wondering if you would like a massage. I thought it might be a nice way to have some intimate contact, sensual but without being too overtly sexual, at least in the beginning, and we can play it by ear as we go along." "I would love that, I really do love massage and have one at the gym once a fortnight or as often as I can afford it, but, of course, there is a limit to how far they can go, and that is always a bit of a disappointment, I find." "You are developing into a wanton woman", he said with a chuckle, and then before she could react he went on to ask, "Do you have any massage oil?" "Not massage oil, as such, but your baby oil will be fine", she replied. "Great!" he said. "Next thing: what about the sheets - getting oil on them, I mean? We don't want Mum getting suspicious." "Don't worry about that. I'll pop them all in the wash tomorrow ... but just a tick", and she hopped out of bed, ran to her room, and returned with an oversized beach towel which she arranged on the bed, while he moved over to allow her to do so. "There you go", she announced. "I'll still volunteer to do the washing tomorrow, just in case, but the towel should catch most of it." "Okay, young lady, you can arrange your self face down on the towel. Make yourself comfortable and make sure you can breathe", and he got up and went back into the bathroom. She heard water running and said, "What are you doing?" "Just running the baby oil under the hot tap to take the chill off it", he called back. "Okay", she called back to him, and then to herself: 'I think this is going to be a very nice massage indeed', and she dragged a pillow over and placed it under her upper chest and neck to that she could breathe in the face down position. She felt very relaxed and comfortable. When he returned, once again he marvelled at the beautiful and sexy image presented to him: arms arranged over the pillow, hands under her forehead; long, perfectly shaped legs, slightly apart; cute little bottom with the smallest white bikini line on her lightly tanned skin; the very feminine roundness of her hips which curved into her tiny waist; a perfect, triangular back, and her dainty shoulders. He reassured himself that this was not a dream and it was really happening, as he positioned himself at the end of the bed. He oiled his hands and picked up her left foot. With strong fingers he manipulated her metatarsal bones firmly but not painfully, and she giggled when he ran his fingers between her toes, saying it was a cross between a tickle and a tingle. He lowered her foot back onto the towel, and proceeded to do the same thing with her right foot. Then he massaged and manipulated both ankles, talking to her as he went, telling her what he was doing, and entreating her to just relax and enjoy it. He liked her in this face down position because it gave him the opportunity to survey her body as he worked on her skin, bones, ligaments and muscles, without the embarrassment of her eye-balling him and catching him perving on her, although, by now, he was sure she wouldn't mind that in the least - it was just the gentleman in him that made it easier to take her all in if she was not watching him doing so ... and, the fact that she was his sister, after all. After her ankles he went to work on her calf muscles, and then her thighs. To comfortably reach her thighs he crawled onto the bed and knelt astride her with his knees just outside hers. He drizzled a little warm oil onto the backs of her thighs and she moaned ever so softly in appreciation. He found he could encircle half her thigh with each hand, and by rotating his wrists from inside to out, and moving his grip ever upwards, he massaged her thigh muscles from the back of her knees to the point where they met her buttocks. As he got to the top of her thighs, his fingers on the outside could feel the hardness of her hip joints, while his thumbs on the inside could feel the lubricated heat of her womanhood. With each upward stroke his oily thumbs came in contact with different parts of her vulva, which excited him, and caused her to let out moans of pleasure. "This is the bit you don't get in a professional massage at the gym", she said. "You just worry about relaxing", he replied as he thrust upwards once more and deliberately lingered, this time his right thumb finding her vaginal entrance, thus eliciting another moan of pleasure from her. "I'm now going to massage your bottom. As the glutei maximi are the biggest muscles in your body they need special attention", said the student doctor, and he proceeded to knead them like a baker kneads dough. Then, as he rubbed them up and down and round and round, his thumbs frequently bounced over her cute little anus. Then he got more adventurous, trickled a little warm oil down her cleavage, sat slightly to one side, and while he continued to caress her bottom cheeks with one hand, he ran the fingers of the other up and down the divide between her buttocks, with each stroke going a little deeper, until his forefinger found her labia and started to massage them, and then her clitoris. She moaned louder and said, "Oh, yes!" which prompted him to continue. When he slipped his index finger into her vagina, he could feel the constriction of her 'frill' and gently eased his digit past it; put his middle finger on her clitoris, and his thumb inside her anus, and moved his hand round and round. She moaned louder and then said: "Oh, Robbie! That's so wonderful ... please don't stop!" So he didn't and he marvelled at the control he had over her: speeding up and watching her body tense; slowing down and seeing her relax momentarily; if he went too slow she complained and begged him for more; and finally as he pressed harder, inserting his thumb and forefinger deeper into their respective orifices, going round and round on her clitoris, playing her like a musical instrument, enjoying the physical reactions he was controlling, she suddenly cried out and her body convulsed. The agonised scream and convulsion gave him quite a start, but then he realised she was simply climaxing - big time! He didn't stop his manual caresses, during her orgasm, but backed off a little, becoming more gentle, then speeding up a little when he felt an aftershock coming on, and then slowing down as she became tender afterwards. After several such aftershocks, she started to settle down, uttering over and over: Amy and Robert Pt. 02 "Oh, Robbie ... Oh ... Robbie ... Oh ... Rob ..." He decided it was time to move the massage onto her back. The easiest way was to sit astride her with his bottom on her upper thighs and his hands encircling her waist. He supported some of his weight on his knees so as to not be too heavy for her, and the oiled skin-to-skin contact was very sensual indeed. His erect penis sat comfortably in the valley of her bottom cleavage. He drizzled warm oil on her back - this time, no giggles, no reaction at all - she was spent. As he leant forward to run his hands up her sides, and then rocked back onto his bottom to slide them down the middle, thumbs either side of her spine, his erect penis slid backwards and forwards in the lubricated cleft between her buttocks, and his balls dragged deliciously in the groove formed by her upper thighs. After a number of backwards and forwards movements Robbie's love rod was so engorged with blood that he felt it was in danger of bursting - he had never been this erect in his life before! On the next forward thrust he pressed down on the head of his penis with his thumb and felt it slide downwards into her cleavage, bump its way over her anus, and find the warmth of her womanhood. With a slow but deliberate thrust of his hips he felt it enter her very tight but slippery vagina, and then meet an obstruction ... her partial hymen, her 'frill' - his erect cock was severalfold greater in diameter that was his index finger. Don't stop, Robbie - do it! Please do it ... all the way in ... p-l-e-a-s-e!" He pulled back a little and then thrust all the way in until his purple helmet bounced against her cervix. She yelped, tensed momentarily, clenched her bottom and pelvic muscles, and then slowly relaxed. "You okay?" he queried. "Oh, Yeeeeeeesssssss", came the strangled encouragement from Amy. "Fuck me, Robbie ... do it, please ... go all the way!" "But I don't have any condoms, Amy." "Oh, Robbie, you can't leave me like this! Can't you pull out at the last moment? - cum on my back or something?" Robbie was so aroused himself he didn't need any more encouraging, and started to thrust hard and deep, with ever increasing speed, pinning her down with his weight and going for it! Even through the climactic veil of lust that was clouding all his senses, he became aware that, as he climbed higher and higher up the orgiastic mountain, so too was she coming with him, as was plainly evident from her writhing, twitching body, squirming under his onslaught; from the way she clenched and twisted the bedclothes with white knuckled hands; and from her crescendo of utterances that were becoming shriller and more urgent by the second. How can this be? Vaginal orgasms are a myth ... or so he had read in the medical library? She was clamping down on his shaft with every muscle available to her - her buttocks, thighs, and pelvic floor muscles, collectively had him in a vice like grip, which produced more resistance to penetration, more friction, and a much higher degree of stimulation and pleasure. Maybe her strong grip on him was also pleasuring her own erogenous zones in similar fashion? As he approached the vinegar stroke, so too did her excitement rocket exponentially towards its peak, until she cried out in that unmistakeable agony and ecstasy of female orgasm. This was too much for him - he couldn't hold back any longer, pulled out, let out a guttural roar, and exploded, spraying her buttocks, back, neck and hair with abundant thick, white, hot, cum. After his initial mind and body explosion, he wiped his cock, reinserted it, and then started very slowly moving within her and was rewarded with several aftershocks, in both of them, but particularly in Amy. When she finally settled down and his member started to shrink out of her, he rolled sideways onto his back, and lay beside her prone body. She snuggled closer and threw one arm and one leg over him. "... and you were worried about not being able to get it up with your sister?!" she said with a giggle. "I can now see why some girls rave about sex. If that's what it's like, I think I'm addicted - and, my brother, until I get a boyfriend of my own, you might just have to do your duty by your little sister when she is in need of a fix. I have no one to compare you with, but I am utterly convinced that you must be the best lover in the world." "I take that as a compliment", he said. "You're welcome ... and, you deserve it. I hope you enjoyed yourself half as much as I did?" "I did. In the spirit of total honesty, I will admit that I have masturbated a few times in the past, so I have experienced an orgasm before, but nothing like that - I can tell you that the real thing beats the hell our of Mrs Palmer and her five daughters." "Robbie!" she exclaimed. "I've never heard you talk like that before. You're always so couth." "... and I've also been a virgin before now", he replied. "Tell, me love, do you ever masturbate?" "In the spirit of reciprocal honesty I can say 'not until recently'. My new interest in things sexual prompted me to have a bit of a fiddle, but only on the outside, and not all the way to orgasm - didn't know what an orgasm was, did I? - and, in any case, as a good little Catholic girl I thought that pleasuring myself in that way was too naughty for words, if you can believe that, given that I have just seduced my brother." Robert laughed and then replied: "I know what you mean. I've tried to keep masturbation down to a minimum for the same reasons. The first time was almost an accident. It was a few years ago when I was doing my high school homework. You weren't studying with me that evening. For no obvious reason I got an erection, as pubescent boys sometimes do. It felt nice when I moved and it rubbed against the edge of my desk so I kept doing it and the good feeling escalated rapidly until I suddenly felt strongly motivated to massage it manually. Then I got such a shock when I ejaculated for the first time. It frightened me, actually, as it was totally unexpected, messy, and an experience I had never had before. I promised God I wouldn't do it again, but next time I had a rampant erection I couldn't resist trying it just one more time to see what it was like when I was in control of it. After that I made a conscious effort to keep it to the bare minimum." "And, the real thing was better than masturbating?" she asked. "Absolutely!" he said emphatically, "... especially with you, and especially as that was just meant to be a bit of an exploratory move. I couldn't resist putting it in for a moment to see what it felt like. I only meant to have a few thrusts and then pull out and save the real thing until I turned you over." "You can still turn me over ... in a few minutes though. I'm still high; still coming down." "When you meet the right man, you're going to make him very happy", he said. "Now I'm looking at you in a different light, you are very beautiful, and obviously a very sexual girl to boot - every man's dream. I hope I meet a girl just like you one day, my lovely Amy." "Oh, Robbie, that was such a nice thing to say. I'm sure you will, now you know what you want, but until then there will be no need to masturbate - I'm just in the next room if and when you want me, as long as Mum and Dad are out", she concluded with a chuckle. He smiled and said, "I guess that's one huge benefit of incest when the siblings love each other in the biblical way as well as fraternally - neither of us has to settle for second best because we have each other until Mr and Miss Perfect come along." "And after that?" she asked. "I'm not sure I gather your meaning?" he replied. "Well, it would be against the odds for us to both find the perfect partner at around the same time, so one of us is going to be left on the shelf for a while when the other finds a partner", she said. He smiled lovingly at her and said, "Love, I can only speak for myself, but if some gorgeous girl, who will have to be very much like you, sweeps me off my feet one day, I might be smitten by her, and not want or need any other, but that will never affect my love and caring for my little sister, and if that includes helping you remain a sexually well balanced girl, then you can be assured I will always be happy to do my fraternal duty by - and enjoy it! I would never cheat on her with anyone else, but loving one's sister does not seem like infidelity to me, and I would have no conscience about it. So, don't worry about being left high and dry." "You are such a nice man, Robbie", she said, kissing him on the cheek. "And it might please you to know that I feel exactly the same way. In fact, incest is a good thing. So many affairs occur when someone pisses his or her spouse off, and they seek solace in the arms of another. In our case, if we have a row with our future spouses we have each other to call on - in every sense of the word. No matter who we end up with, I will always be there for you too, Robbie." "Hey, love", he said, "I'm a little bit worried about accidental pregnancy. I pulled out, but then put it back in, and, like you, enjoyed a few aftershocks. I hope I didn't leave anything inside you. I know a final year Med student who is friends with a pharmacist. If I get the 'morning after' pill, would you take it?" "Of course", she replied, and by the way, I liked what you said. He looked confused and asked, "What? 'Pregnancy'; 'access to a pharmacist'; or 'the morning after pill'?" "No, silly ... when you called me, love" she said shyly. "Oh, and Robbie ... I'd like to do it again when you're ready, and if you're going to get that morning after pill, could we go all the way, next time - you know, not pull out? I'd like the real deal, if that's okay with you?" "Sure, love", he said with a tender smile. Robbie took her arm and leg and rolled her onto her back, rolling with her so he was not on top of her, but lying on his side next to her. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand and gently squeezed it, enjoying its young, firm, but pliable texture. He then gently pinched her nipple and rolled it between his finger and thumb. She encouraged him by softly moaning his name, and he leant over a little more and took the nipple between his lips. As he played with it between tongue, lips, and occasionally gentle teeth, he could feel it growing under his caresses. It started off as a small object only a little larger than a pea, but now, in his mouth, it felt like it was well over a centimetre long and still growing. He removed his mouth from it and it was, indeed, significantly longer than its counterpart on the other breast. This prompted him to slowly and thoroughly explore the other breast with his tongue and lips until he finally came to rest on the other nipple, which he proceeded to 'grow' as he had done the first one. When he achieved this goal he moved more over her, supporting his weight on his elbows and knees, and started kissing in a southwards direction. He was pleasantly surprised to find out that she was almost completely shaven, save a tiny triangle of closely cropped pubic hair just above her slit, like an arrowhead pointing the way. He didn't attack her womanhood immediately with his oral caresses, but wandered off down one inner thigh, only to come up again and cross to the other one, raising his head and lips slightly as he crossed the centre line so as not to touch any part of her vulva .. but he did pause and blow hot breath into her labial folds in passing. "That's not fair!" she objected. "You're teasing me." She couldn't see the grin on his face. She didn't have to wait long before she felt the softness of his lips on her labia; his tongue tracing the length of her slit, all the way down, and then all the way up again, gently flicking the hooded tip of her now erect clitoris, before reversing direction and repeating. She moaned as she felt a finger slip into her well lubricated love tunnel and seek out her G-spot. She tensed when she felt another finger press against her anus, and when when she relaxed, 'pop' inside. Then he started a rhythmic circular motion with everything: round and round inside her anus; round and round inside her vagina; round and round on her clitoris with his tongue; and now his free hand was going round and round on one of her breasts. He could feel and hear her arousal as he maintained his steady, uninterrupted rhythm and it didn't take very long at all, maybe ten minutes, before she erupted with her second major orgasm for the evening. She was going to urge, plead, or beg him to have intercourse with her, but just before she did so she grabbed his penis and found it was only half hard, so she used discretion and allowed him to manually and orally take her up the mountain and over the cliff while she played with his member. After this second explosive orgasm, when her respiratory rate came somewhere close to normal, and the body stopped twitching, she said: "Let's see if we can get him interested in a second round, shall we?" and rolled over onto her brother, pushing him onto his back in the process, sliding down until her head was above his loins. He could see what she was about to do and said, "Would you like me to have a quick wash first?" "No, silly, that would destroy the spontaneity of the moment. Besides you didn't ask me to wash before you went down on me." He relaxed and said, "I guess it was only you and me I was tasting, mainly you, and I liked that." "Exactly!" she responded, "Now lie back and enjoy", and he felt the soft, wet warmth of her mouth close over his penis. When he was rock hard again she sat astride him, riding him like a cowgirl. She went up and down, relishing the feel of him inside her, and then ground her pubic bone on his as she gyrated her hips round and round. He expected the sight of her gorgeous body, and the feel of her heat wrapped around him, to rapidly send him right off, but was amazed to see and hear her coming with him. They locked eyes, and both grimaced, until he said with strangled voice, "I'm going to cum!" and she redoubled her efforts in a frantic effort to make him do so. They cried out together as his body bucked and convulsed under her, and she collapsed on top of him. When she finally had to energy to sit up and raise herself slightly on her knees, his still semi-rigid member slid slowly out of her, covered in white cum, and as she hovered there for a moment, a teaspoonful dripped out of her pussy onto his belly. "What a load!" she said in admiring disbelief, "... it must be as much as the first time!" "Well, this is my first time, my very first time, and I haven't masturbated for weeks", he replied with a smile. After that they were lying like a pair of spoons in a drawer, with her back to his front, her little bottom snuggled into his lap, both basking in the afterglow. They were sweaty, but didn't care, and they were suddenly very tired. She said: "I would love to stay like this all night, but I suppose we should shower and dress in case Mum and Dad come home early." "Yes, and it would be an absolute disaster if we went to sleep and they found us like this", he agreed. With that admonition, and a lot of laughter, they galvanised into action: showered, dressed, stripped and made the bed, and when their parents came home they were sound asleep in their own rooms. ----- oOo ----- Amy and Robert Pt. 03 Note: I am Australian and use UK English, the Oxford University Style Guide, and the European Union Guide for Translators - affects punctuation, like positioning of commas with regard to quote marks. ***** The evening meal was over and the family were watching the news on television, with dad sitting in his favourite, recliner chair, mum in the other large, single, lounge chair, Amy and Robert sharing the three seater couch, as was their usual wont. The broadcast ended and the parents left the room to do things in his office and her kitchen, respectively, while Robert and Amy elected to stay and watch the 7.30 Report, before going upstairs to do their university homework. It was Amy's custom, when watching TV, to either tuck her legs up under her on the couch, or stretch them out along the length of the couch, and if Robert was in the way it was not unusual for her to drape them over his lap, as she was doing now - nothing remarkable from their parent's point of view, but for the siblings there was a new found feeling of intimacy in this hitherto innocent act. "I'd like to spin around and put my head in your lap, instead of my feet", she said, after her parents left, "but I guess we should keep our distance and not make it too obvious that things have changed between us." "On the contrary", he replied, "Most people who get caught out in a secret affair do so because they do exactly that - change the way they interact with each other, thereby attracting others' attention and suspicions. As Hamlet's mother, Queen Gertrude, said, 'The lady doth protest too much, methinks'. You've been following me around all your life, sitting on my lap, cuddling up when you're cold, and leaning against me when we're watching TV - you even got into bed with me one morning when you were cold. I know that was a few years ago, and was totally innocent - Mum certainly thought so when she came into the room and asked us when we were going to get up and do something useful. No, Amy, I think you should just continue to be your delightful, loving self and then they'll have not reason to think anything has changed. Obviously, it would be wise not to do anything new in front of them - of a boyfriend-girlfriend nature, I mean - but cuddling up on the couch in a casual way is something you have always done, so if you feel like it, do it. I know I'm cool with it, as I've always been. In fact, want to know a secret?" "Yes please", she said with bright eyes, sitting up a little straighter to better hear the revelation. "Well, as I say, you've always liked to cuddle, and while it was totally innocent on both sides for the first decade or so of our lives, since puberty I have actually enjoyed that sibling intimacy in a new and different way. As I said last night, whenever any lustful thoughts crept into my mind I tried to suppress them, because we are family, because of our religion, and out of respect for you as my sister, but I thought it was okay to enjoy the warm fuzzy feelings I was starting to have when you cuddled me, or when my hand was innocently resting on your hip while we listened to music or watched TV." "Oh, Robbie, that's lovely and I am so glad you told me. Want to hear a secret of mine in return?" "Sure", he replied with an amused smile. "I've always loved my big brother in a sisterly, platonic way, but since puberty I've had an enormous crush on you. I found myself getting jealous when my school friends were talking about you, especially when they said things like they would give anything for you to ask them out on a date. Fancy being jealous of other girls perving on your brother! - but I was. I thought it was unfair that being your sister excluded me from the Robert Clifton fan club, and that I couldn't say the same things they were saying, without getting into trouble. Then last night happened, and I'm over the moon!" He had a quick glance around the room to make sure they were still alone, smiled, and said, "Come here." She quickly reversed her position so that her head and shoulders were on his lap and her feet at the other end of the couch, and said, "That's better. This is where I want to be." "I'm enjoying it too", he said as she nuzzled her head in his lap. "If Mum or Dad come back just pretend to be more interested in what's happening on TV, than in me, and they won't even notice - it's not as if you haven't used me as a cushion in the past." She smiled and gave his manhood another little rub with her cheek before focusing on the TV as her father passed through the room on his way to the kitchen. Robert just sat there with his arms spread on the back of the couch as he, too, looked at the screen. A few moments later both their mother and father re-entered the room. "We're just going next door for a cuppa and a chat", said mother. "Won't be long." "We'll probably be upstairs studying when you come back - see you then", said Robert and Amy just looked up at them and smiled, before going back to watching what was happening on the box. As their parents walked down the path the the front gate their mother said, "Bert, we're so lucky to have such good children, aren't we." "They're not children any more, my dear, but, yes, they are good kids, or responsible young adults now. What specifically did you mean?" he asked. "So many of my friends complain about sibling rivalry and how it wears them down, but Amy and Robert have never had a fight that I know of, and always get on so well together. Amy adores her older brother and he obviously cares for her too, and has always looked after her. As I say, we're very lucky in that regard." "Too true", said Bert as he opened the front gate for his wife. Amy rolled onto her back, looked up at her brother, and said, "I wish they were going out for longer." "Me too", he replied, as he looked down at his lovely sister, tousled her hair, and then casually fondled her breasts through her T-shirt. "... but they'll be home soon and we can't afford to take any risks." "Not even a quickie?" she asked with a cheeky grin. "I think I have unleashed a sexual tiger in my hitherto innocent, churchy, little sister", he said with a chuckle. "No, my love, but as we haven't had a private moment to talk today, either at uni or here at home, let's that. First ... I got the 'morning after pill' for you today and also the oral contraceptive pill - they're up in my room ... and, I'd love to know how you feel on this proverbial 'morning after' - obviously not traumatised after being fucked by your brother." "Robbie! You've never used that sort of language before, certainly not in front of me." "No, little one, but you're not just my innocent little sister any more, are you. Sorry if I offended you." "You didn't - I was just surprised, that's all. In answer to your question, I feel wonderful; it was wonderful! My long time fantasy has been fulfilled; I love my brother even more than before; I feel like a woman now, not just a little girl; and the best thing is that I've enjoyed my right of passage, without having to worry about anyone finding out; without wondering if the guy who took my virginity really respects me and our secret; and without having any regrets or recriminations. What about you?" "I feel very much the same way - and very liberated as well" he said. "Liberated? - in what way?" she asked. "Well, being very relaxed about touching you, for one thing", he said as he casually fondled her breasts. It's also liberating because I no longer have to suppress any lustful thoughts I have about you - I can now feel free to enjoy them ... and finally, because we have completed the circle: what was always a very caring and loving, fraternal relationship, has now become a complete relationship in every sense of the word." "That's lovely, Robbie", she said. "I feel liberated too." "Oh?" he said, amused. "How so?" "Because I can now do things I couldn't even dream about before ... like this", and rolled over so she was facing his lap, undid his zipper, and fished out his fairly erect cock. "Don't worry, they can't come back without us hearing the gate squeak, or seeing them through the curtain." He was going to object, but changed his mind as he felt the wet warmth of her mouth close over his member. Instead, he simply closed his eyes, rested his head against the back of the couch, and enjoyed her ministrations. After enjoying several delirious minutes of fellatio, he slid his hand down her back, inside the waist band of her skirt, and cupped most of her tiny bubble butt in his hand. Without missing a beat, as her head bobbed up and down on his now rampant erection, she obligingly moved closer to him so he could reach down between her cheeks to find and play with her womanhood. As he rubbed and probed her she did occasionally pause momentarily to groan or moan. When he located her vaginal entrance and slipped a finger inside he was a amazed at how wet and slippery she was. His previously angelic, innocent little sister had, indeed, been liberated, or maybe it was the sensual woman inside her that had been finally let out of the cupboard. He manually brought her to orgasm. She arched her back for a moment, and then gripped him tight as her body jerked and twitched. When she regained a degree of control she said in and urgent voice: "Oh, Robbie, that was amazing. I want to do the same for you; we've got time ... p-l-e-a-s-e!" and without waiting for an answer, she knelt over his lap, lifted her skirt, pulled her thong to one side, and guided him into her. Robbie was so high himself that he was incapable of objecting on the grounds of it being too dangerous, and hugged her tight as he marvelled at the wonder of being joined at the loins, one flesh! ... and the unbelievable physical feeling of her being impaled on his love rod, with him being so deeply inside her. Her tight, hot, wet, love tunnel was gripping him so strongly, that it sent him off explosively after she bounced in his lap just a few times. He gripped her tightly as he came, and then for reasons of comfort, and out of exhaustion, flopped sideways on the couch, so they ended up with him lying on his back, full length on the couch; her sitting on his mid section; his still rampant erection still deep insider her, still throbbing; and her grinning down at him. Then, horror of horrors, they heard the front door open! As their parents traversed the small entrance vestibule and entered the lounge room, it was Amy who took the initiative. There was no way she could dismount and leave Robert lying on his back with his pole pointing skywards. However, as it was, her skirt had fallen in an almost perfect circle, covering him from belly to knees, and it certainly concealed the fact that they were doing it! ... all she had to do was to come up with a reason for sitting on him - something that their parents could believe. She grabbed a pillow and started laying into him with it. Robert didn't know what she was up to, but was prudent enough to go along with it, and after crossing his arms in front of his face to protect himself from the first few blows he grabbed the cushion from behind his head and retaliated. In no time a serious pillow fight was in progress complete with sound effects. "Stop that!" barked their mother. Their father asked, "What on earth is going on?" and then to his wife, "I thought you said they never fought?" "We're not fighting", Robert reassured their parents, just before Amy landed another blow to his head while he was distracted. "Yes we are!" Amy contradicted. "He was teasing me." "What about?" asked their mother. "It's complicated", Amy replied, "but it was to do with me going from and all girl's Catholic college to a co-ed university." Robert got the gist of where she was going and decided that the best lies are the ones that are so close to the truth that you are less likely to contradict yourself and get caught out. "It was a misunderstanding. Amy was interested in how I got on with the girls in my classes and I wondered if she had her eye on some particular boy in her year group." "Well, well ... and have you, Amy?" asked her mother, lightening up. "Mum!" exclaimed Amy, "You're as bad as he is. NO! It's just that a lot of the girl's in my year came from co-ed high schools and do have boyfriends, and ... well ... I was just seeking the benefit of my big brother's wisdom on the matter, given that he has been at uni for two years longer than me." Dad said, "Well, Amy, if you want to attract the attention of a nice young man one day you'll have to learn to behave like a young lady, and not beat your brother up when he makes a faux pas, like some teenage girl might. Now I suggest you get off him, settle your differences, and get on with your homework." "Yes Dad", she replied, and her father left the room. However, Amy didn't dismount, even though they had both felt Robert's member shrivel up and slip out of her. Even for a randy nineteen year old at his sexual peak, it's hard to maintain an erection when you have not only ejaculated, but have also been simultaneously sprung by your parents. Amy couldn't get off because there was still the matter of his open zipper and the fact that his still partly engorged penis was on the outside of his jeans - thank goodness she hadn't undone his belt and waist band button. Mother said, "Do as your father says, both of you - kiss and make up and then get on with your homework. I'm going to make a cup of tea. Would you two like a tea or coffee to take up to your room?" "Tea please", said Amy, and Robert added, "Coffee please, Mum." "All right - I'll boil the kettle", and walked towards the kitchen. She called back over her shoulder, "And, Amy, get off Robert. It's not ladylike to be sitting astride your brother ... and I don't like to see my children squabbling." When their mother left the room, Amy said, "Oops!" as she climbed off Robert, as he tucked his cock back into his underpants, and zipped up his flies. "Sorry, Robbie, that was all my fault. I'm still shaking when I think of how close we came to being caught." "Hey, sis", he replied with a broad smile, "it takes two to tango and I wasn't exactly pushing you away, was I? Mum said to kiss and make up, so how about it ... but no tongues, huh?" and they both giggled. After a quick look round to make sure they were still alone in the room, they exchanged a couple of gentle kisses, and then Robert took Amy by the hand and led her to the kitchen door. Before they went in Amy held up their linked hands and said: "Do you think we should let go?" "No, Mum wants us to make up and what better way to convince her it was only horseplay and not a real altercation. You've often held my hand in the past, so why not now?" he said, and she gave his hand an affectionate squeeze. A little later they were up in Roberts' room studying at his bench-style desk, as was their usual custom in the evenings. Amy said, "I really am sorry, Robbie. You said they might come back any time, yet I provoked you into doing things ... and we nearly got caught. Maybe I'm just a wanton little tart. Sorry." Robert put his arm around her shoulders, gave her a squeeze, and said, "As I said downstairs, little sis, it was as much my fault as yours. I'm sorry too - sorry I wasn't more assertive, as a big brother ought to be, but now I see you as a beautiful young woman and not just my little sister, I find you very hard to resist." This cheered Amy up and with bright eyes she asked, "Really? Is that true or are you just trying to make me feel better?" "It's true. I find you highly desirable and very difficult to resist", he said, as they cuddled and petted each other. "Prove it", she said with a cheeky grin. She thought he might kiss her and utter some words of endearment by way of proof, but he interpreted her command quite differently - he unzipped his jeans, liberated his impressive erection, and said, "See what you do to me - you're not the only one who gets turned on when we cuddle. Amy, I love and care for you as I always have, as my darling little sister, but now I also love you as a beautiful and highly desirable young woman. Do you believe me?" he said, looking down at his lap and waving his penis around. "Oh my gosh, Robbie, you're huge, and all that because we kissed an cuddled?" "Yep", he replied, cheekily, "and you can take all credit for turning me on. However, as I said last night, I can't help my physical reactions when I cuddle you and feel your horny little body in my arms, but I can control my actions. I just wanted to prove to you that I am extremely attracted to you, and you do turn me on, because you asked, but I wasn't suggesting we do anything about it right now. After our near miss downstairs, I very much doubt that you're in the mood for sex, and that's fine with me", he concluded as he tried, with difficulty, to tuck his rigid member back into his pants. She reached down and took hold of his erect penis to prevent him putting it away, and said, "You don't know how much I want to make love to you right now, Robbie, but I suppose we can't ... damn!" "You wouldn't still be interested in having that quickie you proposed downstairs, would you?" he asked. "Absolutely!" she replied with enthusiasm ... but how? Do you think it's safe?" "I think I know how we could do it, but we won't have much time for foreplay so there wouldn't be a lot in it for you, my love, so are you sure you wouldn't prefer to wait until Mum and Dad go out again?" "Oh, Robbie, you don't know much about women in love, do you? For that matter, I don't either, other than reading the classics, but I do know that I want you right now, and would die if I had to wait a day or two until we had the house to ourselves. Please tell my your plan." "Well", said Robbie, "if we go to the door; remain fully clothed; you bend over, supporting yourself by holding onto the door knob; with you ear to the door so you we get plenty of warning if one of them comes up the staircase; I could slip it in from behind. If you hear someone coming we can be back at the desk, studying, long before they get here." "Let's do it!" she said eagerly as she stood up, removed her G-string and put it in one of his drawers. "Okay" he said with a grin. "We'll have to be very quiet." "I'll be as quiet as a little mouse", she replied, and he chuckled as he gave his adorable little sister a hug and kiss. They went to the door where she took up position as instructed. If his manhood had lost any of its former splendour due to the distractions of discussing the plan, it quickly regained it as he raised her skirt, folded it over her back, and took in the beautifully erotic view of her shapely legs and bubble butt. While stroking his rampant cock with one hand he used his other to examine her pussy. He wanted to both stimulate her so she did get something out of it, other than just the emotional pleasure of mating with him, and also, the gentleman in him wanted to be assured she was lubricated so there was no risk of friction burns. On the latter count he found he had no reason to worry - she was incredibly well lubricated inside - she said she was very much turned on at the prospect of having intercourse with him, and of course, she was still lubricated by his last ejaculate. He was also rewarded by the quiet, but unmistakeable signs of arousal in her as he manually massaged, probed, and manipulated her erogenous zones. Thus assured, he nuzzled his cock-head into her slit, moved it up and down a couple of times until he found her tiny vaginal opening, and then gently pressed forward with his hips until he felt it 'pop' inside. She gasped, but otherwise kept her ear to the door and stayed in position. He moved all the way in, and almost all the way out, slowly and repeatedly - slowly, not wanting to make any noise. She couldn't help uttering an occasional moan or sigh of pleasure, but so softly that there was no fear of being heard outside the room. Amy and Robert Pt. 03 The combined effects of this slow motion fucking; the erotic view of her tiny bottom with his shaft appearing from, and then disappearing into her vagina, again and again; the smear of cum on his shaft from their most recent coupling; the feel of her feminine hips in his hands; the gentle rocking of her body; the barely audible sounds of appreciation she uttered; and the fact that they were fully clothed (which he found to be an incredible turn-on); all had a profound effect on him, and his arousal level soared upwards at an exponential rate, until, with one almighty last thrust, he penetrated her as deeply as he could, and filled her up. When he stopped throbbing, and slowly withdrew his love rod, she straightened up, turned to face him, and said, "Oh, Robbie, that was beautiful. Please promise me you'll do that whenever you get the urge. I love the longies, with all the trimmings, but please never hold back on a quickie by wondering if I'm in the mood - I'll always be up for what we just did." He tucked his penis back into his underpants, zipped up, and then took her in his arms. They stood there for a long time, just cuddling, caressing, petting, and kissing. They were in no hurry to get back to their books, and being fully clothed, they had nothing to fear. Eventually, they did go back to studying, but with a lot more touching than had been usual in the past ... until they heard their mother's footfall on the steps. When mum entered the room with a cup of cocoa in each hand, they presented a picture of sibling harmony as they poured over their books and notes. ----- oOo ----- Amy and Robert Pt. 04 It had been six weeks since Robert and Amy had consummated their new relationship. It was a Saturday morning and their mother had gone shopping, planning to meet some of her friends afterwards for coffee and a chat. Their father had left early to play golf. Robert wandered into Amy's room to see what she was doing. She was still in bed, sitting up in her teddy bear pyjamas, reading a book. "Good morning lazy bones", he said as he sat on the edge of her bed. "Good morning Robbie", she replied with a cheeky grin. "I'm allowed to sleep in on the weekends. What's happening?" "Mum's gone shopping and socialising - said she'd be home at lunchtime. Dad's gone to golf and he'll be gone all day. Mum's left some breakfast in the kitchen for you when you're ready." "Hmm," she said, with a twinkle in her eye, "that means we've got the house to ourselves for a few hours." "You're incorrigible", chuckled Robert. "From what I've heard from my mates, not from personal experience mind you, is that it's the guy who always has sex on his mind and lives in hope that his girlfriends is in the mood at least some of the time, but you, my little sister, seem to be the exception to that rule." "Oh, I see", she said. "So you're not always in the mood, and I'm just a wanton little nymphomaniac ... is that what you're saying?" He grinned as he pounced on her, and kissed her. "You're a cheeky chick, Amy. I'll tell you what: if I don't have sex on my mind all of the time, when I see you it comes to mind immediately ... and in case you have any misconceptions, I love and respect you just the way you are. You know how I was a bit reluctant at first, because we're brother and sister, and it is incest after all? - well any such reservations have long gone and I love making love to you as much as it seems you like doing it with me. If, on the other hand, you were only curious, and ambivalent about doing it again after the first time, it would definitely be a problem for me." "In what way?" she asked. "Well, after enjoying the wonders of your sexy body so much, I'd be wanting to revisit what we did again and again, but if you were no longer interested, or even half hearted about it, I'd be in emotional and lustful turmoil, wanting you as much as I do, yet not wanting to talk you into something you might no longer really want to do." "You have no fears in that respect, Robbie. I want to do it as often as we can. I think I have become addicted not only to sex in general, but also to you in particular, my awesome brother. As for feeling guilty - no way! I feel that making love with you is the most natural thing in the world; much less confronting than having sex with a stranger. If I have become addicted to it, then it's all your fault, you know." "Really!" answered Robert with raised eyebrows. "And, how can that be?" he asked. "As I recall, it was your idea in the first place." "True", she said, "but if I had chosen to lose my virginity to someone else, and it wasn't such a good experience, either because I was too nervous, or he didn't know what he was doing, then I might not have been so keen to do it again - not for a while, anyway. As it was, you gave me an orgasm that very first time, and I've been hooked on you, and it, ever since", she concluded with a slight blush. He gave her a hug and said, "It seems we're on the same page. It seems so right to me too, and even though neither of us have done it with anyone else to know what it's like to have a boyfriend or girlfriend, it seems to me that we have huge advantages over other young lovers. Like us, I'm sure most of them want to keep their sex life a secret from the parents and that must mean a lot of sneaking around, going out on time consuming dates when they should be studying, and not getting the privacy to do it very often at all, unless it's in the back of a car, or somewhere else that's not as salubrious as the comforts of one's own home and bed. In fact, we have all the advantages of a married couple ... like Mum and Dad, for example. We live together, which teenage lovers can't do in most cases, and are free to make love as often as Mum and Dad do, or more. If they're in the mood, they can't just do it in front of us, any more than we can do it in front of them, but living together as brother and sister, we have lots of opportunities without even having to go out." "True", she said. "So, right now, while we have the house to ourselves, are you going to make love to me, Robbie?" she asked with a cheeky grin. "You better believe it", he said with a grin. "Let me hop into your bed for a change", and she folded the covers to one side to invite him in. As he got into bed with her she started to unbutton her pyjama top and said, "But Robbie, you've still got all your clothes on?" He rebuttoned the button she had just undone, and said, "When we've not been able to have sex because Mum and Dad are around, I've always found it a real turn on to be cuddling and petting my fully clothed sister, so, if it is all right with you, I'd like to do it that way this time. Besides, it'll be a real advantage if Mum comes home early." "Oh, yes, Robbie", she said with an excited smile as she slipped down in the bed and pulled the covers over them. "I'd like that too." They exchanged little butterfly kisses at first, and then Robert kissed his way gently all over her face, including her closed eyes. She moaned as he kissed his way to her ear, nibbled her lobe, and then blew hot breath into her aural canal. He returned to her lips and they kissed passionately as he fondled her beasts through the thick but soft material of her pyjama top. He then ran his hands up and down the softness of her pyjamas, feeling her lithe body underneath - what a turn on! He could feel the intensity of his erection and marvelled at how rapidly it came on, and also at the tenseness of it. It took all his will power not to pull down her pants and enter her right there and then. She was moaning between kisses and writing under his touch. One of her hands found its way to the bulge in his shorts and she massaged his hardness through the coarse material. He was rock hard and she felt great pleasure and satisfaction in being the cause and focus of his arousal. It made her feel desired and very much wanted, and she wanted him just as badly. While still kissing her and intensely enjoying the feel of her playing with him, his hand wandered to the crotch of her pyjama pants. He marvelled at the damp heat of her womanhood as he massaged it through the soft material, and traced its lines with his fingers. They were both turned on to the max and devouring each other's mouths like the primal animals they had become. "Oh, Robbie, take me now or I'll burst", she cried out. "Delayed gratification, my love", he said, even though he was very much in lust, and of a mind to do exactly as she wished. Instead, he moved down in the bed, under the covers, kicked free the sheets tucked in at the end so his legs could protrude (he was six feet tall and quickly ran out of room), and positioned his head over her mid section. She watched the bulge under the covers move downwards and found that to be a very erotic sight. Then she braced herself as she felt him tug on her pyjama pants to pull them down just enough to expose her. She gasped as she felt his hot breath on her womanhood, and then cried out and squirmed as she felt the warm wetness of his mouth on her vulva. She held his head between her hands, rolled her own head from side to side, and uttered almost incomprehensible words of encouragement, endearment, and passion, as she felt his tongue exploring her. When she felt his hands under her tiny buttocks, lifting her slightly to bring her hard against his mouth, and then felt him tonguing her clitoris and occasionally sucking all of one or the other labia into his mouth, she spiralled upwards, out of control, tensed in tetanic contraction for a long moment, and then exploded in orgasm, convulsing under him, while vocalising to a degree that made Robert hope the neighbours might not hear. After twisting, turning, bucking like a bronco, writhing like a snake, and talking gibberish, she eventually started to come down. When she was calm again, other than the occasional, involuntary twitch of her stomach muscles, she said, "Oh, Robbie, that was mind blowing! You are such a good lover. You're turn now." Robbie said as he reemerged from under the covers, "Roll over." She obliged and rolled into a face down position. As he sat up, with the covers draped over his shoulders like a cloak, he pulled her pyjama pants down a little further to expose the whole of her cute little bottom and the tops of her thighs. He pushed his hand between her thighs and probed her womanhood, eliciting a sigh from her. He had no need to worry about lubrication - she was hot, wet, and very slippery inside. He released his weapon from his shorts and guided it down the cleft between her thighs and buttocks, found her well lubricated slit, located her vaginal entrance, and after pressing for a long moment against the resistance of her tight love tunnel opening, exacerbated by having her legs bound together but the waistband of her pyjama pants, he felt the obstructing force give way as he popped inside. "Oh, Robbie, that feels s-o-o-o good", she said, and then grunted or moaned with each thrust. Robbie found the pressure exerted on his member by her legs-together position to be very exciting and his already high level of arousal started to spiral upwards. Being pinned to the mattress by his weight, and the downwards force of his rampant erection as he pounded her, must have exerted pressure on her clitoris and other erogenous zones because her arousal level skyrocketed under his onslaught. A few minutes later, and after countless pile-driving thrusts, he drove it all the way home, held it in there, cock head pressed hard against her cervix, and arched his back, but while he was holding off for as long as humanly possible, savouring the agony and ecstasy of imminent ejaculation, it was she who cried out in unmistakeable orgasm, clamped down on him, and started to buck under him. This was too much for Robert, and with a lion-like roar he came with explosive force, filling her up with his hot, white, love juices. When he was spent he collapsed onto her, taking just a little of his weight on his elbows and knees, while still deep inside her. She liked the feel of his weight pressing her into her soft mattress, as she continued to enjoy involuntary twitches, aftershocks, and the feeling of his throbbing dick. Eventually, his member started to reduce in size, and slid out of her as he rolled over to end up beside her in her bed. "You are such a clever brother, and wonderful lover", she said. "That was the best ever! Correction ... the first time will always be the best, but as far as sheer excitement goes, that was absolutely mind blowing." "For me too", he said. "I'm so glad you've been on the pill long enough that we don't have to mess around with condoms any more." "Me too", she agreed enthusiastically. "I love the spontaneity; love the feeling of you in me, flesh on flesh; love the feeling of you filling me up; and in a strange sort of way, I also love carrying your semen around inside me for a couple of days." He smiled, kissed her on the forehead, and gave her a hug. Then they heard to front door open and their Mum call out, "I've just come back for my credit card. Where are you both?" "Up here Mum, in Amy's room", Robert called back as he rolled out of bed, tucking what was left of his erection back into his shorts. Without any panic or undue haste they straightened the bed; Amy pulled her PJ pants up, buttoned up her top, and sat demurely in the position she had been in when Robert came into her room, with her book on her lap; and Robert sat on the edge of the bed, towards the end. When their mother came into the room everything was innocent and normal. Mother looked at Robert, dressed, and Amy in bed with her book on her lap, and asked, "So, what are you two up to?" "I was just telling Amy it's time to get up, have some breakfast, and enjoy the day", said Robert. "I was enjoying a sleep in, and then reading my book," Amy replied, "until Robbie interrupted me." "Yes, well that's what weekends are for," replied her mother, kindly, "but I tend to agree with Robert. It's ten o'clock so why don't you two go to the beach or something? I must run. I got to the checkout and found my card wasn't in my purse, so they're minding my shopping trolley until I get back. I don't want to be late meeting Joyce and Marianne at the café, so I'll see you both later." "Bye Mum", they chorused as she left the room. "Fully clothed fucking has practical advantages, as well as being a major turn on", giggled Amy. "Amy! What happened to my churchy little sister? I've never heard you use language like that before", said Robbie with a smile that belied his admonition. He was amused, rather than shocked. "I'm a big girl now, and you lover - besides, I would never say that in front of anyone else. Now Mum's gone, want to do it again?" He laughed, tousled her hair, and said, "Too much of a good thing can take away the thrill of it all." "Spoil sport!" she said with a pout. He chuckled and said, "I think you misunderstood my meaning, Amy. I am definitely in the mood for another fuck, as you so crudely put it, but I think we should save the fully clothed scenario for another time. I'm in the mood for a bit of variety and think we should go to the beach, as Mum suggested, and along the way see what opportunities present. If all else fails, we can always come back here and try the fully clothed thing again, whether Mum is home by then, or not - Dad won't be home until dinnertime tonight." She beamed at him and said, "Where am I ever going to find a boyfriend like you, Robbie. Let's go!" ----- oOo -----