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Pushing

By: Pookiegirl



Jessie gave herself a final once-over in the full length mirror; it was vital that she looked her best. Today was the day she was going to go all out for Martin, she knew he would be at the fete, and this time she wasn't going to stop until he came home with her. It seemed like years that she had been flirting with him, and getting nowhere. And every time he turned her down she wanted him more. She fantasised about him, and no-one else. Just imagining sliding her hands under his shirt was enough to get her wet, and if she imagined him reciprocating, freeing her breasts from blouse and bra, flicking her nipples with his tongue...well, once she started thinking like that it didn't take long before her own fingers were pushing into her pussy, as she imagined they were his finger, or his tongue, or his cock. She had had some great orgasms that way. There was no denying it. But she wanted the real thing too. Even if it was almost bound to be disappointing. She just had to have him. 

Strictly ordering herself not to drift into fantasy land she twirled in front of her reflection. Black denim skirt, reaching to mid-thigh. Not too slutty, not too prudish. Green sleeveless blouse, unbuttoned at the throat, with a hint of cleavage...her hair was bouncy and shiny, her legs were shaved, her nails were polished. She looked as good as she was ever going too. And she had new underwear on, a matching set in deep pink satin, with black lace. She felt good too. He would want this, dammit. Grabbing her purse, she swung out of the house. She had timed it carefully, everything would be in full swing by now. Plenty of people around, but not so crowded that she couldn't get close to him. She was ready! 

She edged into the beer tent carefully, she didn't want anyone else to button-hole her before she got to Martin. She had done several wander-casually-past-glancing-through-the-door moves, hoping irrationally that he would make this easy by happening to come out as she did it; but obviously there had been no luck with that. So it was time for the more direct approach. In spite of her confidence in front of the mirror she felt her heart pounding as she sashayed to the bar, a couple of feet from him. She could see him out of the corner of her eye, turning, registering it was her. She was turning towards him crying 'Hi, fancy meeting you here!' almost before he had finished recognising her. She was more eager than she had planned to be, but that was the effect he had on her. He was smiling now, it was a devastating smile – at least to Jessie. She had never been able to adequately explain how this man, who was after all more than 20 years older than her (but in really, really good shape!) managed to press all of her buttons so intensely. She loved his self-confidence, which was immense. The impression of always knowing the right thing to do that oozed out of him. He could have been arrogant, but he wasn't. His muscles were like wood, she knew from various hugs and whatnot. He was strong, and fit and just...just Martin. She had given up trying to explain it, even to herself, he was just Martin and he made her hot, and wet and dizzy. 

He bought her drink, she had known he would; they flirted, as they always did. He knew that she really wanted to get him into bed, she knew that he fancied her too. He was married, but she had never seen his wife, and by all accounts they weren't really close. He didn't sleep with her; she couldn't remember how she knew that, but she was perfectly certain of it. Not that it would have stopped her. The wife was just an excuse, when they got too close. This time she was determined not to accept it. 

They bantered for a while, she admitted that she had come there expecting to see him; he said that he had kind of expected to see her. They laughed. OK girl, she told herself, time to go for it! Wishing she wasn't quite so nervous about it she reached out, slid her hand down his chest to his belt, paused for a moment, holding his eyes with hers. Then, slowly, slowly, let her hand drift downwards, cupping his balls through his jeans. 'Coming home with me?' she said, smiling.

'No.' It was still good-humoured, they had been here before. But she was changing the rules now. She began to rub, through his jeans, pressing hard and then soft. Feeling him stiffen beneath her hand. 'You know you want too.' 

'I do.' He smiled, it was obvious he wanted too he seemed to be saying. There was a distinct bulge in his jeans when she took her hand away, his body couldn't lie. 'But I'm not going too.' 

She shifted closer, pressing against him; another button on her shirt drifted open and the curve of her breasts was visible if he chose to look down. She tilted her head up towards his, her lips glistened where she had licked them. She kept rubbing, her other hand creeping up his chest to hs neck, meaning to pull him down into a kiss but he grasped her wrist. Reached down between them to take hold of the other one. Firmly, putting her away from him. 

'You're lovely,' he breathed, his voice was a little ragged, 'and I'm sure i would enjoy it very much. But I told you no. I'm a married man.' It was what he always said, although she had never pushed so hard before, never been quite so brazen. He was still turning her down. 

'You don't mean it,' she pouted. Twisting one hand free she groped for his belt-buckle. 

For one moment she thought she had him, as the leather began to slide through the belt loops that pinned it but then he had hold of her wrist again; far tighter this time. 'Now that really is enough.' His voice was tight, with lust she was sure, but also, possibly, with anger. She tried to pull free again, but found that she could not. He had her secure. 'I have told you again and again. And while flirting is harmless you have gone way beyond that young lady.' He was telling her off she realised, like a naughty girl who had snuck out when she was grounded or something. 

'Let go!' she demanded, intending to sound in-control, like the adult she was. But actually it sounded petulant, and almost like a challenge. 

'I don't think so,' his voice was smooth, controlled. The bulge in his trousers had not gone away. 'I think I need to teach you a lesson, about what happens when you go too far.' 

'I...I don't know what you mean.' This had gone in a direction she was not familiar with, and she didn't really understand what was happening. He was aroused, unquestionably. But that should have led to his leaving the beer tent with her, for an afternoon of delights in her bed. Instead he was still here, standing now, holding both of her wrists in one hand. He pulled her arms up above her head, his grip was still too firm for her to escape but she was frozen anyway. He looked her up and down, and smiled. To himself rather than her. 

'A lesson,' he murmured, 'you know what that is. You have behaved in appropriately. And inappropriate behaviour gets punished, so that you learn not to do it again.'

Jessie's voice stuck in her throat, she had of course fantasised about him taking control. Pinning her to the bed perhaps, while she writhed and begged. And he had certainly taken control. But something about his tone seemed to suggest that he wasn't talking about teaching her exactly how mind-blowing sex with him could be. Her breathing seemed very loud to her suddenly. He was tall enough that he could pull her almost on to her tip-toes without unduly stretching himself, and stretched out as she was her breasts felt very prominent. His free hand hesitated at the open throat of her shirt, and she waited for it to slip inside the fabric, her nipples stiff in anticipation. But it didn't. Instead it moved downwards, suddenly decisive. He found the button of her skirt, and deftly opened it with finger and thumb. 'What...' she started to say, but he shook his head. 

'Be silent, unless I ask you something.' He said. It was brusque now, business-like.

'But I...' 

'It's not a difficult instruction. And ignoring it is only going to mean I have more of a lesson to teach you. Be silent.' He pulled the zip of her skirt now, she could feel it opening. Although she couldn't see it she knew that her new knickers would be visible now, in the open V the garment. Bright against the black fabric. He held her like that for a moment. 'I'm going to let go of your arms in a moment, you will put your hands on your head and stand still.' There was no question that she would, the authority in his voice now was absolute, and even knowing that there were other people here, that they were watching, was not enough of a distraction. He released her wrists and, as he had told her, she put her hands together on the top of her head. 

She felt extremely vulnerable in this pose, and he made her wait in it while he sipped the last of his drink . He ordered another and took a sip of that one too before turning back to her. He was seated once again, on a bar stool, and he drew her forward until she stood just in front of and between his knees. Then he took hold of the hem of her skirt and started to pull downwards. She made a squeak of protest as the waistband was jerked over her hips and began to move down her legs, but somehow she didn't move. A sharp 'shhh' from Martin actually shamed her, as if he had expected better of her, and she looked down as the skirt fell in a puddle around her ankles. 'Step out of it. Pick it up. Give it to me.' He ordered quietly, and she did as he said. There were some whispers around them as she bent, picked up the discarded garment and handed it to Martin. She put her hands back on her head without being told to, and his soft 'good girl' flushed her cheeks with pleasure, and then with shame and confusion and she hung her head. 

Martin stood, and padded softly round behind her. 'Bend forward, over the stool,' came his voice in her ear. The stool was just under hip height on her and, still puzzled as to what exactly he had in mind, she stepped forward to do as he said. She hesitated just for a second before leaning forward, her belly pressed against its padded seat, reaching down and grasping the legs to keep herself steady. He slipped a hand in between her thighs and spread them apart, and although he went nowhere near her pussy she found herself pushing her hips up and back towards him, and he muttered something about that being what got her into trouble. Obedient to his instructions she kept her legs apart and stretched them out straight behind her, as far as she could while keeping her toes on the floor. She could still hear the murmur of voices from the other people in the beer tent, and she was glad that her hair was over her face now so she couldn't see them. She still hadn't realised what he was going to do, but her humiliation was already acute, and the more so because, as she had realised when she touched her legs, this was actually turning her on. 

Once she was posed over the stool to his satisfaction he paused for another drink. She couldn't see him without moving, and he had told her not to move. She lay and waited for whatever was going to happen next, the tension trembling in her legs and a fire beginning to burn in her pussy. It was a total surprise to her when a hand cracked sharply into her neatly posed buttocks. 

She yelped and jumped, breaking her pose, although not quite getting up. Shocked she twisted her head upwards, to meet Martin's gaze. 'Get back into position,' he said firmly, 'and don't move again unless I tell you.'

'But...'her stammer was cut short with another smack, harder this time, and she remembered she was not to speak unless spoken to. She dropped her head back down, and stretched her legs out again. For the first time she realised that she didn't have to, but at the same moment she realised that she did have to. That she needed to. She didn't try to explain that to herself, just accepted it as she accepted both Martin's commands and his right to punish her as he saw fit. 

Jessie had never been spanked before, not even as a kid. If she had stopped to think about it she would probably have argued that being smacked with the flat of someone's hand couldn't be all that painful. Undoubtedly there were more painful things, if you were going to make a scale of them. But somehow the stinging of his palm against her bottom was harder to take than she could have imagined; not only did it hurt, but the pain was cumulative, each smack delivering more than its predecessor. There was also the knowledge of an audience, half-heard comments and smothered giggles. She held her position as best she could but the combination of emotion and sensation made her squirm and wriggle under his chastising palm. 

He spanked in a steady rhythm, first one cheek and then the other. Striking upwards at the curve where bottom met thigh, and occasionally landing one blow on the crease between her cheeks. These were the were the ones she quickly came to dread the most, because although they stung less they also jolted a shameful pleasure into her pussy; part of her wanted him to keep spanking her just there, building up the heat and the sensation. The rest of her squirmed in humiliation at that desire, and in reaction to the pain of her spanking. 

Martin stopped spanking, and grasped the back of her knickers. He yanked them upwards, hard into her crack, exposing most of her bottom. 'It's not even close to a matching colour yet,' he mused, 'I obviously need to work a little harder.' He slid his fingers under the band of her knickers, and before she had realised what he was intending to do he had pulled her knickers down, tugging them out from between her stomach and the seat and drawing them down her thighs. He left them just below her knees, stretched taut by her posture into a humiliating pink ribbon. Her now naked bottom felt suddenly huge, and the warmth and wetness between her legs suddenly obvious and degrading. Martin stepped away again, presumably to admire the picture he had created and she whimpered. Preferring even the pain of the spanking to the humiliation of exposure, with nothing to distract her. 

Then he was standing behind her, drawing her knickers down and then off before pressing against her upturned bottom, between her open legs. She could feel the harsh whisper of his denim jeans against the skin of her inner thighs as he pressed forwards, and then more intimately pressing against her pussy. She could feel the texture of the fabric, a hint of coldness from the zip. He thrust forward, as if they were fucking and she groaned. 'This is what you wanted isn't it?' he reached forward and seized a handful of hair, pulling her head up and back, still grinding his crotch against hers, 'this is it, right? You and me? Getting down and dirty?' 

Stepping backwards again he began to smack again, sharply, punctuating each word as he spat it out. 'Well, it's not what I want. This is what I want. Obedience, submission, humility, acceptance of pain and humiliation because I choose to inflict it. Stand up.' She did as he said, scrambling to her feet, her hands creeping back on top of her head again. He smiled. 'Now you know what I want. If you want to give it to me you'll be outside this tent when I choose to come.' And he turned away, back to the bar. 

Jessie's face was painted scarlet with humiliation, her throat and eyes ached with tears that she had not cried. She was naked from the waist down, and the thought of meeting anyone's eye on her way out was a painful as her spanked cheeks. But her pussy was aching too, with a lust that was increasing with every new humiliation. It was so swollen with arousal that even the friction as she took a step was delightful. There was no doubt she would be waiting by that door, even if it took all night .

Pushing Back



There was something about dancing that made Vascha feel alive. The deafening rhythm curling around the edge of her ears, the primal thrum and throb beneath her feet. Bodies pressed and slithered one on another, the most basic of public orgies. Looking around, she laughed, throwing back her head.

Seth glanced at her with a curious expression. "Something funny?"

She grinned up at him, pressing against his chest. "Just a dirty thought."

He smiled and ran a single fingertip up the side of her throat, the touch never failing to send delicious, icy shivers along her skin. "One you'll share with me later, I hope."

Vascha flicked her tongue across his lower lip just once. "You never know, darling, I might even demonstrate for you." 

His hand came to her back, pulling her tighter against him. "I look forward to it," he murmured, fingers moving upward. Seth caught his hand in the base of her dark hair and kept her head still as he leaned down. Her eyes slipped closed at the first touch of his lips, soft, warm, coaxing. 

Then the next track started. Vascha felt the drums vibrating the floor, the heavy bass pound its way up through her feet into the base of her spine. Her blood shifted, the slow and languid arousal she felt for Seth speeding up and filling her entire body with heat. She pulled away from him, her hands slipping down his arms, Vascha grinning as their fingertips touched before she danced away into the crowd.

Seth caught up to her not long after, watching as she moved. She had a determination, as if she intended to immerse herself deeply in the music, vibrating with each beat, each moment. He slipped into an easy rhythm himself, content just to be within the orbit of her enjoyment. 

Vascha threw her hands above her head with abandon, arching her back and loving the feel of each muscle as it flexed at the command of the music. She moved with her eyes closed, not picturing anything, not thinking at all, just feeling. Soon, she felt eyes upon her. Seth had a gentle nature, an easy way about him, and she could feel how he cared for her whenever he was near. She looked up, and his smile was there to greet her. She returned it, wondering if he were too nice, too kind. Sometimes she dreamed of aggression, simply of passion itself, and found it lacking. He was an attentive lover, and considerate, never left her unsatisfied, but on occasion, Vascha craved a more basic kind of lust. 

She looked at Seth, extending a hand toward him as she danced. He held only her fingertips as she shimmered to the music, that same smile on his mouth. He let her lead; let her have her own space and experience. And Vascha suddenly realized it was pissing her off.

Goodbye, love, she thought instantly, shocking herself. She kissed his tolerant, generous mouth ever so lightly, a farewell. And pulled away.

Vascha turned her back to him and slithered into the press of bodies, hunting for aggression.

Seth watched after her curiously for a moment before following. There had been something in her eyes then, before she turned, that unsettled him. He slid effortlessly into the throng in her wake, reflecting idly that it was his constant habit around her, to chase. Normally, he'd have merely been content with the knowledge she was with him, and not have minded that she always kept him a step behind. But there was something in the air tonight, something harsh that kept biting at the back of his mind, which made him uneasy.

He found her, naturally the center of attention, sandwiched between two men who writhed in perfect unison with her. Vascha had her eyes closed, her hands slipping elusively along her sides as she moved, still forcing her will and making the other two follow her lead. At least I'm not the only one she pushes, he thought bitterly, surprising himself. Vascha leaned her head against the shoulder of the man behind her, arching her beautiful back. The one in front took full advantage of her curved position to slide closer and press her chest to her luscious breasts, the creamy curves sheened lightly with sweat where they pushed from the top of her top. She kept her eyes closed, but drew up her hands, undulating her arms above her head, before bringing her hands to the throat of the man behind her. She curved even more, pressing her hips forward. He brought his hands up to do what hers had left off, skimming her sides.

Doing what Seth ached to do himself, the dancer in front dropped his head to place a kiss against the swell of one breast, snaking his hands behind her waist. As one, they moved together, grinding and pressing, bodies vibrating with lust and pounding drums. Seth felt a dull throb behind his balls, the pulse of veins bringing his cock to life as he watched. He'd always considered himself too much of a prude to be able to share, but the sight of his love with these strangers, the slow dry fuck they were engaged in, was seriously turning him on.

He joined in, then, danced with his body on autopilot, trying to work around the discomfort of his raging hardon, just watching. One man kissed her neck, the other kept moving his hands closer and closer to cupping her breasts. She seemed to ignore them, like she was using them as a stripper would use the pole she slithered against. Seth came closer, his breath catching as he became aware of her scent, the smell of her sex even above the heady liquor of sweat and perfume that filled the air. 

Vascha knew he was watching. She'd always been able to tell. She'd know the day they met. He'd stared at her like a man dying of hunger at the counter of a Starbuck's. He'd been handsome and his eagerness appealing, and one thing had led to another, with her taking the lead. She was always the instigator, always the one in charge. And she was sick of it. She wanted to be taken for a change. Consumed.

Bitterness and disappointment flooded her pulsing veins, and she opened her eyes. She sought him out, found him easily, and smiled ever so coldly, wanting to punish him. His face reflected his confusion, his arousal and his hurt all at once. She did a sinuous pirouette in the arms of strangers and began running her hands over the man she'd leaned against, teasing them all.

Seth faltered, missing the beat. A woman undulated against him, grinding her crotch to his hip and he pulled away, watching Vascha deliberately seducing the men she danced with. A vein pounded heavily at his temple in time with the throb of his cock. He watched her grind against the pressing bodies, saw the shimmer of deep arousal across her skin, her nipples hard and straining under her thin shirt. Something basic and primal inside him snapped then, and he snarled, pushing his way through to her. He grabbed her shoulder and jerked her toward him. She looked at him, eyes bright and angry.

"What are you doing, Vascha?" he growled at her. One of her dancing partners pushed at his hand. His eyes snapped up to stare the man down and the lightly banked violence in his face startled Vascha. "I dare you to try it," he warned the man who'd touched him, baring his teeth.

Wow, she thought. I wonder. She smiled cruelly at him. "I'm getting off," she replied. "How 'bout you?"

He felt a hard kick of jealousy and fury deep in his belly, and recognized the hurt behind it. And, against her nature, wanted to hurt her back. Seth took her chin in his hand and lowered his face close to hers, staring into those cruel, beautiful eyes. 

"Don't push me, lady," he said quietly, snarling the words.

She grinned nastily and hooked her hand in one of the dancers' hair, shoving Seth aside and pulling the other man down for a deep kiss, all teeth and tongue. 

He felt her jaw work under his hand, felt her kissing the other man, and he snapped. Seth pulled her away, yanking at her, then dragged her through the crowd, ignoring her curses and the strength of her struggles. 

Vascha was mildly impressed, and more than a little surprised. He was actually calling the shots, and using his strength to dominate her. He worked out, had quite a nice six-pack on him, biceps that could probably pop shirt seams if he thought about it hard enough, and had never once used any of it against her. She'd always been the stronger of the two in terms of dominance. She felt her breath coming faster, felt the kick of desire in her belly and wondered how far he'd go.

Seth dragged her behind him, through the exit and across the empty street to the parking lot where he'd left the car. A pale yellow streetlight at the corner didn't help any, but he knew his way. When he reached the car, he shoved her against the door.

"What the hell do you think you're playing at?" she demanded, shoving hard at his chest. "If you hadn't noticed, honey, it's over."

He put his hands on the roof of the car on either side of her, leaning in close. "How'd you enjoy it?" he demanded quietly, angrily. "Practically fucking strangers in front of me?"

"Get the hell out of my way and I'll go finish the job," she snapped back.

He brought his hand to her chin again, trailing his fingers down over the side of her throat. "I told you before, Vascha, don't push me."

She sliced her nails savagely across his wrist. He whipped her around to face the car then, shoving her down against it and keeping his hand against the back of her neck to keep her there. She struggled and kicked at him with her sharp little heels, clawed with her hands at his belly. Seth pressed her to the car with his body then, undoing his belt. He yanked it free, then looped it around her wrists, tying them behind her back. He pushed her back down and slid his free hand around to skim her breasts. His mouth came to her ear. As he ground his hard length against her outthrust ass.

"You wanna feel how jealous you made me?" he murmured in her ear. He brought his mouth to the pulse that flickered just there, and sucked hard enough to make her gasp.

"Oh god, yes," she moaned low. Vascha couldn't remember ever having been this wet in her life. She gave up any pretense at fighting him and let him push. He felt so deliciously hard and full against her butt, grinding the length hard against her cleft as she bent further and shoved her hips back toward him.

He brought his hand away from her straining nipples and pulled at the short, tight skirt she wore. He dragged it up to her waist, looking down to see that perfectly heart shaped ass bared naked in the pale light from the streetlamp. He slipped his hand between her thighs, the pressed hard against her folds, grinning to himself as he heard her moan as her clit was pushed back against her pubic bone, something he knew she adored. He let her ride his hand for a brief moment before gliding his fingers between her lips, almost groaning himself when he felt how creamy she was. 

He pushed his thumb into her tight pussy, feeling her throb around him, tighten around him, and pressed his fingers against her clit. She grabbed his shirt with her bound hands and rode him, grinding to his hand. 

"So you like pissing me off," he murmured in her ear. Seth pulled his hand away. "I think you should be punished for that."

She screamed low in frustration, her throbbing pussy burning to be taken. "You fucking bastard," she snapped, jerking her head so she could hit him with it.

He pulled back just in time, bringing his hand to the back of her neck again and holding her pinned against the car. He unzipped his pants with the other and freed his straining cock. He took himself in hand and rubbed the head between her folds firmly. Seth came to her ear again.

"Sweetheart, you've no idea," he murmured, her only warning before he thrust into her, balls deep, pinning her up and against the side of the car, hearing her cry out in surprise. She flexed around him, tightening her wet cunt to hold him deeply inside.

Seth refused to let her dictate her own pleasure. He brought his hands to her hips and started to thrust, the hot, wet clench of her almost too much. He knew he'd come soon. He decided not to worry about Vascha coming. He'd been left awake on more than one occasion, hard and frustrated, after he'd seen to her needs, then lay watching her fall deeply asleep after she'd come. He pulled her to the side away from the car, bent her over almost double, and thrust harder against her. 

Vascha gasped as the position let him slide more deeply inside her. She thrust back at him, bending her knees slightly and curving her hips so she could rub her clit against his balls, knowing somehow that he'd punish her by leaving her unfulfilled. He smiled, feeling her try to get herself off. Seth put his hands on her shoulders, pulling her hard against him, speeding up and slamming into her tight depths. He groaned as she shoved back. She felt so fucking good. Seth slid one hand to her beautiful ass and squeezed firmly, slid down to her thigh, feeling her tremble. Vascha held her breath, feeling his balls tighten and knowing he was about to come. She ground harder against him, so close.

He felt the base of his back burning with exertion, the tingles jolting through his spine as he buried himself in her. He came up on his toes as the orgasm ripped through him, crying out as he poured himself into her. Vascha came with him, spurred on by the heat as he filled her. She pulsed around him, making him feel lightheaded as her cunt milked his cock of every last drop. 

Seth dropped his head to her back, panting. They were quiet for a long moment, learning how to breathe again, staying joined. He felt the mildly irritating itch as his cock softened to semi-hardness inside her. Vascha grinned to herself and started flexing her inner muscles around him, coaxing him to full length again. Still feeling perversely against letting her have her way, Seth pulled himself free and leaned against the car.

"You had yours," he said, taking a deep breath, not feeling quite so angry anymore.

Vascha stood up slowly, the turned to him, smiling. 

She leaned against him, flicking the tip of her tongue against his chin. "So, how's it feel to be on top?" she asked quietly.

He stared at her, narrowing his eyes. Then he brought his arms around her, laughing. "Damned good."

She kissed him deeply, as he undid the belt from her hands. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Know what?"

"Hmm?"

"I think I'll just have to keep you jealous."

He pulled his head back, watching her. He dangled the belt. "I've always wanted to try spanking, y'know," he threatened.

She blinked, a surge of heat flooding her belly. "Wow," she murmured. "I really will have to keep you jealous, then."

He opened the car door and shoved her lightly toward it. Seth bit her shoulder. "Move, woman. I have some domination to get to."

She grinned up at him and kissed him quickly. "Promise?"

He laughed and slapped her ass, urging her into the car.



Pushing Boundaries



This is a fictional story about a couple in the Lifestyle. As an erotic story, the characters aren't practicing safe sex. In real life, on would be foolish to engage in the activities in this story. However, it is a real drag writing stories where the characters are changing condoms between partners and rimming through a dental dams. I only mention this since I've received several irate emails warning me about the perils of unsafe sex. Also, if stories with a bi-male them aren't your cup of tea, don't read any further.





Pushing Boundaries



This story is dedicated to a special young lady who one day did walk into my life. With much regret, she didn't stay long. The following is based on "what if" -- what if she stayed longer than a night. Despite her transience, her spirit continues to inspire me, to push me to transcend my own borders...Maybe someday she will find this and recognize herself in the story... Maybe, just maybe...

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A cool October breeze whistled through the pines, the moon, nearly full, floated across the horizon. The hot jacuzzi water soothed my body, I became hypnotized by the bubbly froth, my mind lost wandering back over the past six months. Utterly unbelievable, I thought; a journey unimaginable, full of enticement, excitement, eroticism, to levels I never thought possible. I wrote about this stuff, but never lived it, until one evening when Rachel walked into my office...

It had been a long day on campus. Besides having to practically yell at the students in my intro class for being so unprepared there was a lengthy department meeting that always wears me down. While I wanted to just go home and sip a glass of wine and unwind in the jacuzzi on the deck looking out into the woods, I also had to finish up a report for the Dean on my new research project on how sexuality is performed in different urban settings. I intended to include several students to assist with the research and I think the term "sexuality" got the administration all worried. A colleague had advised me to say "gender" instead; unfortunately I didn't heed her advice.

I was trying to reflect on different ways we act out our sexuality in order to try and make it seem more innocent to the Dean when there was a knock on the door. The knock startled me, it was late and I didn't think anyone was around. I inadvertently barked out "What?"

Opening the door slowly, a slight voice started to apologize for disturbing me.

"Oh Rachel. Come in. I'm sorry, I'm just deep in thought and wasn't expecting anyone. Please sit, it's OK. So, how are you doing? What brings you into these quarters this time of night? Particularly on a Friday! Don't you have some party or another to attend?"

"Professor I'm sorry to disrupt your work. I can come back tomorrow or another time. I had to drop a paper off for Professor Thompson and just saw your light on and thought I'd stop by."

"It's fine. I'm just writing some stupid report for the administration; I think their sole purpose is to make our lives miserable. But tell me, how can I help you?"

"If you don't have time, we can set an appointment and I can come back."

"It's fine, I need the break to clear my mind a little; I haven't been able to think properly. It's been a long day."

"Well, I was just wondering about our assignment for the urban studies class. I have a few ideas and am curious what you think would be best. The discussions we had on gender and sexuality really interested me and I was thinking of a few ways to approach it."

"This must be divine intervention! I myself was just trying to reflect on this issue more to sell the idea to the Dean. Is this an interest of yours? Because if it is something you want to pursue, I'm looking to hire a few research assistants."

"Really? Wow! That would be amazing. I mean, it would be such a great opportunity to work with you."

Throughout our conversation I delighted in getting to feast my eyes on the young coed's beauty. Her sparkling blue eyes so full of wonder and seeming innocence mesmerized one. The tight tee-shirt showed her full breasts, making it even harder not to stare.

We entered into a long discussion about several topics Rachel proposed for her research project, including where different "adult" entertainment centers are located in a city and the type of clientele that visit them; different places teenagers go for dates, such as malls, and how they perform their sexuality in public places; and, different issues about prostitution. I was quite impressed with her ability to analytically engage everyday issues and practices, but also relate them to different theoretical concepts we had been discussing in class.

Rachel was particularly interested in some of the ideas from "Queer theory," critically questioning how we construct what is "normal" and "abnormal" behavior. She tried to relate the theory to issues of heterosexuality and argue how only particular sets of heterosexual practices were socially constructed as acceptable, while others were not and how labels such as "slut" were used to police borders.

Having written several books on the topic, from sex tourism to diverse coming of age rites, I was quite impressed with her engagement with the ideas. She was much more open in our personal conversation than she had been all semester in the class.

Somehow the meandering conversation turned to strip-joints and she was wondering about the lives of strippers.

Out of the blue I turned the question to her, "So, I'm curious Rachel, have you ever been to a strip-joint."

The question took her by surprise, she looked a little shocked and taken aback, and seemed embarrassed to answer it. 

"You have, haven't you?"

"Is it that obvious?" she laughed. "Yes, well, it was a friend's bachelorette party and we had gotten a little drunk and someone mentioned it was amateur night at the King's Haven. Have you heard of it?"

"Yeah, I've been there."

"You have?" she questioned with surprise in her voice.

"Research! All research!" I said laughing.

She laughed too; exposing my little secret made her more comfortable in the personalization of our conversation. 

"Yeah, it's a pretty wild place. It was packed with guys, but there were a few other girls there, besides the dancers. Some of them were really hot."

"Now you have me intrigued, did you compete in the amateur competition?"

Again she looked shocked by the question, but her cheeks turned red, exposing her secret.

"Look, if we are going to do research on sexuality in public, there is no place to be shy or embarrassed. We've all done wild and different things, some of which we may not be the proudest of, but that is what is so fascinating about the topic, is trying to question what pushes us to transcend the socially normative boundaries. It helps to reflect upon our own experiences to understand others. And besides, remember I have a few years on you, I'm sure that I have experiences that would turn your cheeks even brighter red!"

Rachel laughed, relaxing in the conversation; opening up to the direction the discussion was turning, from abstract ideas and theoretical concepts to more personal issues and experiences.

"Ok, so what about you? What is one of your wilder experiences?" Rachel asked, turning the tables on me.

"Oh, what is this, like truth or dare? Besides you haven't even answered my question yet!"

"Yes, yes I did compete. It was something else being up on stage in front of a bunch of strangers. With all the cheering and hooting one sort of looses one self. It was such a turn on."

"Well, I must say, I'm very sorry I missed that show! You are a stunningly beautiful woman, I'm sure you floored the audience."

"Thank you. I did take 2nd place."

"Not bad, I'm not surprised. Perhaps competing in another amateur night might be a fascinating approach into our research."

"Yeah, and a good chance for you to see my breasts."

"There are advantages to doing this kind of research."

Needless to say, by this time in our conversation I was rock hard with a noticeable tent in my slacks, well hidden behind my desk. Fortunately, I had already loosened my tie and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt.

"Come on, confess, you get students all the time."

"Excuse me? All of a sudden you've gotten very bold. I thought I was the professor here!" I said laughing.

"You are the one who mentioned Truth or Dare. So which is it, Truth or Dare?"

"Oh god, it's been a few years since I've been asked that question. Ok, Ok, truth."

"Have you ever slept with a student?"

"Oh, that is a dangerous question."

"That means you have?"

"Well, not since becoming a professor. But when I was a teaching assistant in grad school I did sleep with a few of the undergrads. So, yes, I've slept with a student before. Ok, so I get to ask now, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Besides competing in amateur night, what is one of the wildest things you've done sexually?"

"Hmmmm, just one?" she laughed very seductively, staring into my eyes as she replied. "I guess one of the wildest things was having sex in an alley way with a complete stranger outside of a bar. He pushed me up against the wall and ... well, it was just intense."

"Very bold! I think I've chosen the perfect research assistant. And here I thought you were all innocent and shy."

"Ah, if you only knew what lurks beneath the surface! And you, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth seems dangerous enough for me."

"What's one of your wildest sexual experiences?"

"Wow, guess it depends on how you define wild. One of the most memorable was having a threesome with two girls. Though these days, that almost seems to be a norm."

"Wild, I never would have thought professors actually have sex lives. When did that happen?"

"Well, we are human beings, you know; at least we were before we became professors! It was a long time ago, when I was in college with a girlfriend and her roommate in the dorm. Drunk after a party, a game of Truth or Dare, and soon we were all naked licking, sucking and fucking! Ok, my turn to ask again, Truth or Dare?"

"Hmmm, what if I say dare?"

I didn't reply I just stared into her beautiful blue eyes. They sparkled with desire and anticipation, I read so easily what she wanted, but began to wonder if we should head down that path. It's a dangerous desire to pursue.

"What, you don't want to see my breasts? Or dare me to do something else?"

"Rachel, I'm sorry, this is perhaps a bit more intense than it should be. I should not have encouraged this. Perhaps..."

As I'm saying this Rachel stood up and started swaying her body to a silent beat in her head and very seductively lifted her tee-shirt up and over her breasts, pulling if off and tossing it back on the chair.

"Rachel, please."

"Please what? Please take off my bra? Or please put my tee-shirt back on? What do you want?"

As she is saying this she danced her way around to the back of my desk. 

"Oh god. You are so beautiful and seductive. You know, I've fantasized about this moment since you first walked into my class."

"Really? You fantasize about me?"

"Come here."

Rachel walked over and sat on my lap. Her breasts heaving from her deep breaths. I looked deep into her eyes, I just couldn't avoid her eyes; they suck me in making me melt seeing how they radiate such passion and desire. Even now, I can spend the whole day just looking into her deep blue eyes; they bring such joy, such contentment, and such desire.

"Rachel, this is complicated."

With that she leaned over and kissed me hard. Our mouths immediately opened, our tongues sought each other out, dancing to their own hot tune.

Breaking the kiss I panted, "Oh Rachel, you are so beautiful." And then I started kissing her neck, making my way down towards her full, nubile bosom. Rachel reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, pulling it away as I started to kiss between her two breasts. I cusped one and fondled it; they are so firm, so perfect. I sucked on her nipple making her gasp loudly, shuddering with pleasure.

I stood her up and pushed her back against the desk. I continued to fondle, kiss and suck her breasts as she ran her fingers through my thick hair. I reached for her jeans and undid them, pulling them down off her legs. I wasted no time, placing my hand firmly on her panty-clad pussy, pressing hard. She squeezed her legs together, pressing my hand harder into her crotch. I could feel her dampness through her panties.

I leaned up and started kissing Rachel on the lips again as she started frantically undoing my tie and removing my shirt. Once she had it unbuttoned and pulled out from my slacks she then unhooked my belt. I helped her unzip my pants then she pulled them down along with my boxers. Without even letting me get my shoes off and step out of my slacks she kneeled down on the floor and started kissing my cock.

"Oh god, Rachel. Please, yes, suck me. Suck my cock."

"Is this what you want professor? Your student to suck your cock?" she asked in an innocent little girls voice, looking up seductively, right into my eyes.

"Oh fuck. Yes, I want my sexy little student to suck me."

With that Rachel dived in, taking my whole cock into her mouth. She slid up and down my cock, fondling my balls. She kissed the head then licked up and down, then sucked me fully into her mouth again. After the enticing build up and seeing her topless on her knees in front me, I couldn't last long. It was a fantasy come true, I was in a dream world. I still am!

Sensing my muscles tense, Rachel began sucking my cock with wild abandon. I love when she does that, slowly brining me to climax then letting go, sucking me hard until I explode. For the past six months she's done it almost every day. I can never get enough of the feel of her luscious full lips wrapped around my throbbing cock.

As she kneeled there bobbing her head up and down my cock rapidly I began spurting loads of cum into her mouth. Rachel held the tip of my cock by her lips as she milked my cock and balls with her hands. I squirted three loads into her waiting mouth, more cum than I'd released in ages.

"Oh fuck Rachel. That was amazing. Ohhhh, you are a goddess. I think I've found the perfect research assistant."

Rachel beamed with excitement and then stood back up in front of me. I kissed her, tasting my own cum on her lips and in her mouth. 

Breaking the kiss, I told her to sit on the chair. First I finished removing my shoes and slacks, along with my shirt and tie, before I knelt down in front of her. Her small, shaved pussy was dripping wet, filling my nostrils with her sweet aroma.

I licked my way up her inner thigh and went straight for her pussy. I needed to taste her. Her pussy is so beautiful, shaved clean except for a little tuff above, and tiny little pussy lips. I flicked my tongue across her pussy; she shuddered in response. As I licked her she reached down and spread her pussy lips apart for me as I began to lap up her juices.

I pushed my tongue in deeper, starting to tongue fuck her as she played with her clit. I then slid a finger into her pussy, then two. I finger fucked her as I licked up the juices flowing out. Rachel lifted up her legs and placed them on my shoulders, pushing my face harder into her pussy. I could barely breathe, but was too engrossed in pleasuring her to care. 

Rachel moaned and gasped as my fingers furiously fucked her. Within minutes she was cumming. Rachel's body shuddered and quaked in orgasmic bliss. She instinctively pushed me away from her glistening wet pussy, now overly sensitive from her orgasm. 

As I was kneeling there in front of her, Rachel looked down as she recovered from her orgasmic bliss and started laughing, my face covered in her juices. Still sitting in the chair, she leaned over and kissed me, licking my face clean. 

"Wow! That was better than I imagined it would be," she mused.

"You imagined this?"

"I don't think there is a girl in your class who doesn't imagine this."

"Oh come on, they all think I'm just a nerdish professor."

"Yeah, that's what turns them on!"

"Come on, you really fantasized about this?"

"Shhhh, kiss me again!" she ordered.

I just looked at her in wonderment. She is definitely not the innocent little girl who I thought first walked into my office an hour earlier. She isn't just a student either. She might be half my age, in fact more than half my age, but I'm overcome with a deeper desire to explore her, body and spirit; a stirring, not just in my cock, whirls through my body. Rachel opens within me a feeling of desire I haven't felt in years. 

"What are you staring at, professor?"

"You! I'm still just baffled what happened and wondering what's next."

"Well, I hope I know what is next, I want to feel your cock inside of me," she says, batting her eyes in feigned innocence.

I just chuckle, continuing to stare at her.

We both become lost in the moment staring into one another's eyes. Breaking the stillness, I reached up and placed my hand on her cheek, softly rubbing it. I ran my thumb over her lips and she kissed it. I stood up and pulled her up next to me, pushing her naked breasts against my chest as we kissed. It was a kiss of passion, brining forth my hidden desires, my wonderment at her sheer sexuality, my contentment of having her, Rachel, standing next to me, our bodies pressed together, both of us naked, satiated. It also creates a stirring in my cock that does not go unnoticed.

Rachel reached down and rubbed my cock making me moan with the heat of her touch. I reached for one of her breasts, cupping it and rubbing my thumb over the nipple.

Breaking the kiss I leaned down and placed her nipple in my mouth, sucking on it. Rachel sighed loudly and grasped my dick harder. I set her on the desk as she continued to tease my cock and as I sucked on her pert, nubile breasts. I slid my hand down her stomach towards her waiting pussy, she automatically spreads her legs apart. I feel Rachel's dampness, slipping my finger into her hot pussy, then pulling it out and licking it clean. I gently teased her pussy and clit with my fingers as she leaned back on the desk with both hands, giving me open access to her glorious body. 

I kissed my way from her neck down to her pussy and back up, while one hand fingered her quivering pussy and the other played with her breasts. I nibbled on her neck and licked her ear, making her squirm.

I whisper into Rachel's ear, "You are so amazingly beautiful. I want you so badly."

She moaned on hearing my words and we started kissing, our lips expressing our mutual desire for one another. As much as I desired to take her home and make sweet and passionate love to her all night, my mind was racing with my need to possess her completely in that moment. I needed to fuck her and fuck her hard.

I break our kissing and pulled her off the desk. At first she is a little startled not sure what I was doing, but she surrendered herself to me, allowing herself to be possessed by our entangled desires. I quickly turned her around and forcefully bent her over the desk. With my feet I kick her legs apart, making her spread them, her tight ass in the air, her pussy begging to be taken. Without saying a word, I grabbed my cock and thrust it into her waiting pussy. 

"Oh fuck!" Rachel half screamed, half moaned. "Ohhhhh yes. Fuck me hard professor. Fuck your little slut student. Oh yes, you naughty professor, take me. Fuck me. I'm your little slut. Use me. Oh fuck, how your big cock fills my little teen pussy. Oh god, professor... Oh yes, fuck me like your little slut. Your little teen slut. Fuck your student."

My cock twitches hard hearing her dirty talk, making me fuck her harder and harder. As I pound into her she reached across the desk holding onto the other edge, both my hands held her hips, pulling her into me in rhythm with my pounding. Seeing her beautiful tight ass shake with each thrust adds to my excitement.

Rachel leaned up a little, her hands firmly planted on the desk bracing herself. I reached around and grabbed both of her luscious tits with my hands squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples.

Rachel moaned with pleasure, "Awwww yes. Oh fuck yes. Pinch my nipples. Oh my naughty professor, fuck me. Take me. Oh fuck yes; oh god, fuck me harder."

And I do just that. I pull her nipples, twisting them and pinching them, thrusting my cock harder into her tight teen pussy. Within minutes Rachel is cumming. She tries to stifle her screams biting into her fist. Her body literally shakes for a minute or longer and I can feel her orgasmic juices flowing out her pussy and down our legs. 




Pushing Boundaries



Rachel collapsed onto the desk, exhausted and spent, but I didn't let up. Each time I pound into her we make a wet squishy sound. Though she was limp from her climax, I continued to fuck her hard, holding her hips tight. Rachel begs for me to stop, squirming each time I thrust into her, her sensitive pussy not able to take any more.

I then teasingly spank her ass, slapping it softly and then rub her ass cheeks, continuing my assault on her pussy. I rubbed a finger along her crack and tease her anus.

"Fuck. No. No, don't. Oh god, don't tease me now. Oh god, please don't, stop. Oh fuck, god yes, I'm your slut student, ohhhhhh."

I ignored her pleas and worked my fingertip into her ass. Rachel lets out a loud moan. Rather than resist my penetration she lifted her ass up, forcing my finger deeper. I slowly worked my finger into her extremely tight ass. 

I started to finger fuck her ass in rhythm with my pounding of her pussy. Rachel became delirious, muttering unintelligible sounds. Her body began to shake again as she entered into her third orgasm of the night. Seeing her in such a state of pure bliss pushes me over the top and I start cumming, filling her young, tight pussy with my cum. 

I kept pumping, emptying my cock inside of her, then collapsed on top of her on the desk. We laid there for god knows how long. Gone. Spent. Blissfully unaware.

Finally I found the strength to pull myself up and off of Rachel, my cock popping out of her pussy, our combined cum flowed down her legs. I collapse onto the chair, still panting. Still lying across the desk, Rachel lifted up her head and looked back towards me. Her face was glowing, angelic; her eyes sparkling. I winked at her, making her smile even brighter. I held out my hand towards hers and she grabbed it. I squeezed her hand gently, then pulled her back, towards me.

Rachel sat on my lap, more like curled up, her head resting on my chest, her legs pulled up. I held her tightly and there we sat for a long while. 

Our peace was broken when my stomach gurgled. We both started laughing. I managed to look at my watch and see that it is nearing nine o'clock. We've been at it for over two hours!

Rachel warmly welcomed my suggestion that we go back to my place and eat and relax in the hot tub. Somehow we managed to straighten ourselves up, cleaning ourselves with some tissues. We dressed and both went to the restrooms to try and wash ourselves a little more and make ourselves presentable for the outside world. 

The campus was dead on the Friday night as we walked to my car. We said very little as we drove into the country to my home. Both of us lost in our thoughts, I wondering about what I'm doing getting involved with a student, but also realizing that there seems to be a higher force drawing us together. I never felt so uninhibited with a woman before, so open and free. And it had been ages since I had such a fun, laugh-filled, flirtatious conversation. Rachel opened up something within me that had been suppressed for years.

Despite the fact that I research issues of sexuality and had published several well-selling books, including an erotic novel I wrote under a 'nom de plum' so that my colleagues would not be aware, my own sexuality was not as free. Yes, I went to strip-clubs, but it really was about the research, interested in their role in providing a space for men to express latent sexual desires and fantasies that they couldn't at home or in the work place. Yes, I had been to a few massage parlors for some 'happy endings.' And, yes, I had a few relationships along the way, few lasting more than a month or two. All of them were kept at a distance. None of them really made me open up, none of them seemed to be about passion, rather fulfilling an immediate need.

But what happened in the last two hours? It felt different. Rachel is different: so innocent, yet open; so quiet, yet bold. She knows her desires and is totally comfortable with them; she doesn't have to play games. And the sex, wow! That was all I could think. No holding back.

All these thoughts were dancing around my head as we pulled up to my house, hidden in the woods. I looked over at Rachel and she was awed by the beauty and simplicity of it. The design mostly draws upon Japanese aesthetics. The back wall is all glass opening up to a small pasture area with a large deck, off to the side is the hot tub, below a barbecue area and a large fenced off garden.

"This is how professors live? Wow, I think I want to become a professor!"

"Not most, I've been fortunate. Sex sells! My books have been fairly successful for an academic allowing me to pursue a few pleasures."

"Like hanging out in strip clubs?" She laughs so easily, so comfortably teasing me. "Come on, how many students have you brought out here and seduced? Got them skinning dipping in the hot tub?"

"I'm afraid to report that you are the first. Though my sense is you didn't need much seducing."

On saying that, she pranced over to where I was standing and gave me a quick kiss. Rachel then continued on with exploring the house.

"Make yourself at home. Take a tour. I'll heat up some food."

I first opened a bottle of wine and offered her a glass. "Oh, get me drunk then naked into your hot tub, is that your modus operandi?"

"My dear Rachel, who was doing a striptease in my office just two hours ago?"

She gave me a very innocent girl look and a big smile then walked off to one of the wings of the house to see the other rooms.

It was a cool early fall evening and we sat out on the deck eating and sipping wine; chatting about this and that. Rachel opened up, sharing about her personal experiences dating and frustrations with men, boys, who were turned on by her innocent looks but always seemed to get threatened by her sexual openness and boldness. She even told about her previous boyfriend who when she shared some of her sexual fantasies with him dared to call her a slut. It had crushed her to discover him so closed minded, making her very weary of men in general.

"It is one thing in the midst of sex to be called a slut, it can be such a turn-on; but just because I like sex and like to explore and push my limits, doesn't mean I'm a slut, does it?"

"Of course not, not at all. In fact, I would argue it says more about the sexuality of the person using the term than you. It's an attempt to control and dominate a woman's sexuality; to suppress her in to some pre-defined mold of sexual normality. But, why be normal?" I winked at her as I say that. "Besides I look forward to hearing some of your fantasies!"

"Haaa, you just want to use me for your next book, is that it? I can see it now, Confessions of a Teenage Slut!" We both break out laughing.

"Hmmm, not a bad idea, with a title like that it is bound to hit the New York Times best sellers list! We could make our millions. In the mean time, the hot tub should be heated up by now, why don't you go relax and I'll be out in a minute."

I cleared off the table and brought out another bottle of wine. I stepped back out onto the deck just in time to see Rachel slip naked into the water getting a wonderful view of her round, little ass. I placed the wine down and stripped off my clothes, my cock semi-hard. 

"Mmmm, looks like someone is a little excited," she laughed out.

"Hard not to be with such a beautiful goddess sitting naked in my hot tub!"

I slowly slipped into the hot water opposite her, feeling totally relaxed. Rachel floated over to me and placed her hands on my shoulders, then floated in for a kiss. Our tongues immediately started toying with one another. She pulled herself into me and sat across my lap, my hard cock pressed against her thigh. 

We kissed and fondled one another for sometime, enjoying the relaxing feeling of the water and the cool fall breeze. Both feeling drained by the heat of the water and our own passions, we sat up out of the water onto the edge of the hot tub; the cool air in sharp contrast to the hot water. She looked amazing with water dripping off of her luscious body; I can never get enough of just looking at her, wondering what good fortune brought her into my world.

After staring at her for a while I slipped back into the water and floated across the tub to just in front of her, my head just inches from her pussy. I pulled my way in and started kissing her pussy lips, licking and sucking them and her clit. Rachel held my head in place as my tongue snaked its way into her pussy, licking up her wetness. I teasingly tongue fucked her until she couldn't take it any more. Rachel pushed me away then slipped back into the water. I pulled her towards me and again she sat on my lap as we started kissing. 

Rachel was stroking my cock under the water while I teased her nipples, pinching them. She then repositioned herself, straddling me, her tits in my face and her pussy rubbing up against my cock. She grabbed her right breast and offered it to me to suck on. Then she reached under the water, grabbing hold of my cock and pushing it into her pussy. 

The sensations of the hot water and her hot and tight pussy were amazing. 

"Oh god, this is so fucking wild. I've always wanted to do this, to fuck in a hot tub," she confessed.

With her hands on my shoulders she slid up and down on my cock while I did my best to continue sucking on her breasts. As we both came several times earlier in the night, it looked like we are in for the long haul. After some minutes of fucking like this, we disengaged, Rachel turning around, facing away from me. She backed herself down onto my cock and I reached around and grabbed her breasts. She started swaying her hips as she was humping up and down, adding to the sensation.

I started pinching and pulling her nipples, which seemed to drive her even wilder, making her pound up and down on my cock harder. Soon she was cumming again, now free to moan and scream loudly. Hearing Rachel in her orgasmic bliss and seeing her body rock with pleasure jolts me over the edge, once again filling her pussy with my cum. 

Once we come out of our orgasmic highs, she leaned back into me, sitting; both of us totally and thoroughly satiated, we can barely move. She is almost limp.

After a few minutes of holding her as we sat in the hot, bubbling water, I picked her up and carried her into the house. Rachel sleepily placed her arms around my neck and I carried her into my master suite, laying her on the bed. I stepped out for a minute to shut off the tub and lights and came back, finding her half asleep. I pull back the covers from under her and climbed in; Rachel crawled into my arms and we were both out for the rest of the night. 

For the past six months our nightly retune is pretty much the same: dinner, hot tub, sex, sleeping in each other's arms. There have been a few exceptions, like when we went to amateur night at a strip club in a neighboring city (where this time Rachel took 1st Place, though she had plenty of practice in my house before the competition). There was also the night she dragged me out to go shopping. I was exhausted and the last place I wanted to go was to the mall, but I was hers and all I can ever do is fulfill her desire, sexual or otherwise. Upon arriving at the mall, Rachel removed her overcoat revealing her very sexy attire. She was wearing a black mini-skirt, a tight white blouse, and no bra! Her nipples, quite hard, were prominently on display. She instructed me to linger behind and just watch, pretending like I didn't know her. And what a show she put on! In the major department store she had some poor sales guy running here and there for her, fetching this and that. When she tried something on, she would ask him how it looked, giving him a full view of her luscious nubile tits. The guy had an obvious hard-on I could see even from my distance. The store was virtually empty and an older woman came over, dismissing the young sales clerk, obviously tired of Rachel's antics. I thought her game would be over, but it only intensified. At one point the woman grabbed something off the lingerie rack and took Rachel back into the dressing room -- they didn't return for about ten minutes. When they emerged, Rachel did look a little flush and had that look I knew so well, she had obviously just had an orgasm. I then stepped in and purchased her the lingerie. Later Rachel related to me what had happened, how the woman made her strip in front of her and then as she pretend to check the fit, was feeling Rachel up, then dropped to her knees and licked Rachel to an orgasm. Shopping with Rachel is always an experience, an erotic journey.

Oh, and how could I forget the time I took her to San Francisco to an academic conference I was presenting a paper at. One evening there were several other presentations I wanted to hear and left Rachel to entertain herself. When I returned to the room, I found Rachel naked, propped up on the bed, with some woman's face buried in her pussy, her ass up in the air. And she did have a beautiful round ass, a bit bigger than Rachel's, but very inviting nonetheless. After watching her work her magic on Rachel, I stripped off my clothes, being rock hard, walked up behind her and slowly inserted my cock into her dripping wet pussy. She had been only half-conscious of my presence, jumping and looking back when she first felt my cock. When she looked back and saw me, recognizing me, she became completely embarrassed. She stammered something, then looked at Rachel crossly. I continued to fuck her and eventually she returned to her pussy licking activities. She started rocking back and forth, driving my cock deeper into her pussy. From what I could tell, she was a very attractive woman, probably in her mid- 30s, with very short dark hair and nice big tits that were rocking back and forth as we fucked.

Apparently, while I was busy in the conference, Rachel was wandering around and started talking to this young assistant professor, Christie. When Rachel told her where she attended school, Christie mentioned how she was very keen on meeting me. Rachel told her she would try and introduce us, not giving her any indication that we were actually staying together. As their conversation progressed, Rachel worked her magic, slowly seducing Christie, eventually inviting her up to our room where they immediately started making out. Needless to say when Christie found out whom it was whose dick was buried deep in her pussy, she was quite embarrassed, but not ashamed enough to continue on with our night of fucking.

Every week there has been a new adventure with Rachel. She shared her fantasies of wanting to be a cum slut in a sleezy adult book store's glory hole and how she wants to have sex in public places and to have three men fill her every hole with cock. Though I'm more than twenty years older than Rachel, have studied and written extensively on sexual practices, it is she that is teaching me new things, pushing my boundaries, forcing me to redefine "normal" sex.



Pushing Boundaries



Lizzie's heart pounded inside her chest as they walked from the car.

Her sex life had been adventurous, but she never dreamed she would do anything like this.

Touching herself in front of a lover was one thing, having a threesome with her best mate and her boyfriend was another, but performing with a virtual stranger in front of a whole crowd was territory unknown.

She'd shared fantasies online with Simon for months after meeting briefly at a party and becoming friends on Facebook. Her best friend Kate had introduced them but warned her that Simon snared women and held them under some sort of mind control. Lizzie was smitten before that mind control even began.

She'd opened up to him with no inhibitions whatsoever, talking candidly about her sex life with past lovers. They'd progressed to cybersex, first on social networking sites, then through Skype. There was a certain detachment that enabled Lizzie to push the boundaries, enjoying multiple orgasms without even being in the same room as the man who was making her day.

"Skype?" the text would say whenever Simon felt horny. More often than not Lizzie would oblige, immediately excited at the prospect of a stolen hour of fun and fantasy.

She was ensnared in a world of self gratification and the couple soon perfected the art of cybersex, bringing one another to climax slowly, sensuously.

Simon was most definitely in control; something Lizzie hadn't been used to in previous relationships. She'd always been the dominant one, making the first move, pushing sexual boundaries and taboos.

Now she was a pussycat, ready to roll over and succumb at the blink of an eye.

She remembered the first time they fantasised about having sex in front of strangers. It had driven her wild.

"I want us to fuck in public today," Simon had said as they chatted online.

Her heart raced as she imagined a group of strangers watching them.

"We're at a gig. There are thousands of people all around us, all wrapped up with watching the band," Simon had said.

"We only have eyes for one another. 

"We're dancing together.

"Touching.

"Everywhere.

"You're wearing a low cut vest top.

"I pull it up, revealing your naked, pert breasts underneath.

"The people around us notice what we're doing Lizzie. They're looking at your breasts as I bend down and tickle your nipple with my tongue, the other breast grabbed in my hand."

"I want you," Lizzie replied.

"I want you too Lizzie, but first you have to perform.

"Perform for your audience."

Lizzie stood up in front of the webcam and danced seductively. She watched Simon take out his cock, rubbing it slowly and gently at first, then faster as she gyrated in front of him. It was his own personal lap dance but both were fantasising about the people around them watching.

"They're watching us Lizzie. Men around us are getting stiff as they watch you. I want you to perform for them."

The conversation paused as they both enjoyed touching themselves. Lizzie's pussy was very wet. She placed her fingers inside, pulling them out slowly and licking her juices.

"Suck my cock Lizzie," said Simon.

"In front of all these people."

Lizzie got wetter and wetter as she imagined running her tongue around the tip of Simon's cock as people watched her. His cock was large and hard and she took him deep into her mouth.

"You're fucking my mouth," she told him.

"So many people watching your cock pump in and out of my mouth while you stand tall and proud, trousers at your ankles.

"You're enjoying me rubbing my hand up and down your shaft as I lick your cock."

Lizzie was watching Simon on webcam, now leaning back in his executive chair, eyes closed in ecstasy as he imagined her sucking him off in front of everyone.

"Now we're going to fuck properly," said Lizzie.

"Bend over," said Simon, back in control.

"I want you on all fours so I can fuck you hard and deep."

Lizzie moaned as she fucked herself with her fingers. She moved the cam so Simon could get a good view of her hot wet pussy as she opened it wide with both hands for him to see inside.

"Fuck me Simon.

"Harder.

"Harder.

"Deeper."

The pair were lost in their own world, sharing the same fantasy.

"Can you feel me Simon," she asked.

"I'm cumming."

She opened her eyes to watch Simon unload his cum, both of them ending the session with a wry grin.

"Have a nice day!" Simon said as they logged off.

That fantasy was to return many times, each time getting ruder and more adventurous.

"I want us to act out our fantasy," Simon had said on their last cybersex session.

"Do it for real. In front of people."

Lizzie's heart stopped and she struggled to hide her fright from the webcam.

"I want you to do it for me Lizzie," he said.

"Show me that our relationship means more to you than any other old sex chat."

"I want to, but I'm scared," she confessed.

"I'll be gentle with you," he laughed.

Lizzie had avoided Simon for a couple of days after that, ignoring his texts and going offline everytime he came on.

She was scared about their relationship. Up until now it had just been fantasy, now she would have to perform for real. What if she wasn't as good in the flesh as she was in cyberspace?

What if she couldn't go through with it? What would he think then?

One thing she did know was that she didn't want their fun to end. She was turned on by the thought of having sex with him for real, and liked the idea of having sex in public.

"I'll do it. For you," she told him. "To show you how much you mean to me."

Simon had wasted no time. 

'I'll pick you up tomorrow at 9pm. We're going to a place that's been recommended to me. It has a sex booth we can perform in. The clientele are all middle class businessmen,' the text had said.

Lizzie was petrified and didn't sleep a wink that night. She went over their conversations again and again in her head. She knew he had a hold over her and wanted to fight against that but she liked the power he had over her. He dominated her thought processes. She craved him like she'd never craved anything before. She was desperate for them to act out some of their fantasies.

Lizzie knew Simon had pushed her to her limit. Could she go through with this?

Simon was excited and a little nervous too. If he was honest, he'd only dreamt of doing something like this. He'd fantasised about fucking in a sex booth with many women -- but it was a fantasy, that's all. Now it seemed he'd pushed his own boundaries as well as Lizzie's. But he wanted to fuck Lizzie in public more than anything. He had to do it.

Lizzie felt embarrassed as she opened the door and stepped out into his car. Here was a man who knew more about her than any other person, yet they were strangers to one another. She felt sick and questioned whether she was doing the right thing.

"Can we stop for a drink on the way?" she asked. "I think I need some Dutch courage."

After three doubles, she was brave enough to go ahead with their plan. They'd chatted in the bar face to face, had physical contact, and Lizzie knew she wanted to do this.

They parked a couple of roads away from the club and Lizzie held Simon's hand as he led the way.

"We have a booth booked," said Simon as they stepped inside.

A busty brunette dressed in a frilly white bra, knickers and suspenders led them down some steps. 

"This is your own preparation room, feel free to use it for whatever you need to do to prepare," she said.

"This is it then," said Lizzie. "Too late to turn back."

Simon leant forward and kissed her, slowly at first, exploring her mouth gently with his tongue. She pulled him towards her and kissed him back harder, hands straight down to touch his cock.

It felt even better than it looked. Hard and ready for action.

Simon unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor revealing a black and pink basque. Her breasts were pushed together and Simon was desperate to rub his cock between them.

He bent down as he slowly pulled down her panties to reveal a neat waxed pussy. Leaning forward, he licked her clit, like a puppy suckling at its mother. Lizzie spread her legs and crouched down, almost forcing Simon to explore her cunt with his tongue.

He gently pushed two fingers inside of her, feeling her wetness and knowing she was ready for this adventure. Lizzie pulled away from him and led him to the other side of the small, low lit room onto a red leather couch.

Lizzie knelt down in front of Simon, facing the wall.

Without speaking a word, he pulled her hair to one side and started to nuzzle her neck. His other hand reached round to her full breasts and he ran his tongue down her neck and spine.

Both hands were now reaching down and touching her smooth arse.

"Fuck me Simon," she said. I want our first time to be just for us."

He pushed his hard cock deep inside her cunt. She was hot and juicy and he pumped hard and rhythmically as she writhed and moaned with pleasure.

Simon was so close to climax. He'd imagined this so many times and now here he was fucking her senseless. She spun round to face him, keeping his cock inside her as she cocked her leg over his head. Then she pushed him to the ground and sat astride him, pumping up and down his hard cock and enjoying every inch.

Within minutes he was shooting his hot cum high inside of her, no longer in control of himself or the situation.

There was a knock at the door, so perfectly timed Lizzie was sure there must have been cameras watching them.

"We're ready for you now," said the brunette who had led them down.

They made their way along a stark breeze block corridor before the door to the booth was opened and they stepped inside.

Around 20 men were gathered on the other side of the glass. 

Lizzie looked each one of them deep in the eyes as Simon slowly undid her basque. It fell to the floor revealing her nakedness and Simon ran his hands across her entire body, leaving nowhere untouched.

Standing tall and upright, Lizzie opened her legs, turned round and bent over, reaching down to the stilettos she'd bought especially for the occasion.

She knew the men were watching her, looking at her pussy and her arse. She reached through her legs to touch herself, glancing at some of the men as she did. She saw one rubbing his cock through his trousers, another unzipped his jeans and took out his hard cock for all to see.

Simon was amazed by Lizzie's performance. He truly thought she wouldn't have been able to go through with it. Now she was here, in the booth, performing for all of these men. Simon stood in front of her awestruck.

She used her finger to beckon him over, laying down and spreading her legs wide as she did.

Simon was desperate to fuck her again but knew they needed to put on a show for their crowd.

He knelt in front of her, wanking his cock as she rubbed her clit, back arched and breasts pointing for the ceiling. He moved closer so that his cock was almost touching her wet cunt with each movement.

She pulled her knees in, grabbing her thighs and inviting Simon in to her hot cosy private space.

As he moved closer, she moved away, turning over onto all fours and curving her back to push her arse even higher. Simon grabbed her hips and his cock went deep inside. Lizzie cried out with each hard thrust he gave. He fucked harder and harder, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. 

Outside at least a dozen men had their cocks in their hands, wanking themselves off to the sight of these hungry whores in front of them.

Lizzie and Simon were lost in the moment, now more concerned with enjoying their fantastic fuck than the thought of being watched.

Simon wanted to change positions and put on more of a show but he was enjoying that tight pussy around his cock.

Pumping hard he tried to hold back his orgasm for as long as possible but then, as Lizzie's cunt tightened around him and she yelled out "I'm cumming!" he could hold back no longer. He continued to pump inside her as he came, then slowly withdrew.

Lizzie span around and sat cross legged in front of him as he stayed kneeling.

She grasped his cock and pulled him towards her, licking her juices off his now softening cock before they collapsed in a heap and kissed one another passionately. When they pulled away from one another, they noticed curtains had been drawn across the booth and they were back in their own private world.

"Fucking hell Lizzie," you're hotter than I ever imagined," confessed Simon.

"You're not so bad yourself," she said, raising one eyebrow as she grinned wryly, knowing she was now just as much in control as he was.



Pushing Boundaries



David sat waiting in his desk chair for when his next door neighbor, Deina would walk into her room tired from her two hour volleyball practice. Strutting into her room with those tight short spandex shorts on and that criss-cross bra she always wore underneath her jersey. Those shorts were so tight you'd have to peel them of her butt, and he didn't mind taking on that mission. It was 7:29 she should be coming through her door any minute. Stalker like behavior is what he was exhibiting but Deina wasn't just some girl he watched through his window like a creepier, she was his best friend; he had known her since she was seven years old and he was nine. Now they were seniors in high school, she a year ahead and him a year behind and he sat at his desk pathetically waiting for the chance when she came home so he could watch her strip out of her clothes. He should be out with some cheerleader hearing her dribble on about clothes or fashion or something like that, but no her he sat pathetically drooling over his best friend.

They had played football together when they were little, she even dropped kicked him when they were twelve because he refused to let her play video games with him and some of his guy friends. She had always been a rough and tumble tomboy and pushed him further, academically, physically, and mentally then he thought he was capable of being pushed. But sometime during their senior year they had drifted apart, around the same time that he started watching her through his window. Just as his was about to reminisce on the good old days he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Deina was home. 

Deina threw her stuff on her bed and plopped into her desk chair. What she wouldn't kill for a massage right about now, her calf muscles were burning. Just because she was the teams best blocker didn't mean they had to work her to death and not give anyone else a chance at blocking. Sweat was starting to drip down her back becoming very uncomfortable. Without another thought she stripped off her jersey tossed it to the floor without a care. David was watching, she knew it but she didn't really care. As much as he wanted to believe he was good at pretending to be elusive he wasn't. It never really bothered her that he watched her, he was a teenage boy with hormones and she wasn't ugly, nor was she gorgeous but not ugly either. With two older brothers of her own she knew that a guy could oogle a girl without necessarily being interested in her that was David's problem with her. She speculated that even why they had stopped talking. Besides David was a tall good looking white guy, who was a starter on the football team. What did he need with a tomboyish black girl who had never even been on a date? 

David stared as Deina removed her jersey. God she was gorgeous even all sweaty and tired, with her hair mussed up and not a stitch of make up on. She didn't have big breast but her B-cup gold brown beauties sat up perkily. Those damn crisscross sports bras she always wore pushed her boobs together making the tops of her breast look like they wanted to spill right over the top. He felt his cock twitch in his pants; and his pants got tighter. Her stomach looked flat to him but Deina swore she had a pocket of fat. All he saw was a trim fit tummy that needed to be marked with a hickey or two. He continued to watch as Deina just sat in her chair relaxing. Slowly she closed her eyes and tilted her head back like she was too tired to move. Her calm features were so beautiful and siren but all Daniel could think about was the lovely slop of her neck and how badly he wanted to sink his teeth into her soft flesh. Would she be a screamer? If there was a god in heaven she would be. Another movement caught his eye again, dragging him away from his fantasies of Deina, she had gotten up and was moving around the room. With her back turned to David she slowly stripped out of her sweat pants to reveal the spandex underneath. David's cock jumped in his pants, who ever invented volleyball was a genius mastermind. David noticed her gathering up her robe and lotion. She was about to get a quick shower like she did every night before she started her homework. Show was over. Every night like routine she would pull her blinds down blocking his view like usual but Deina walked out the door without even a second glance to her window this time. 

Deina was sore, tired, and a little irritated from the entire work load she had to endure and how she wasn't getting any empathy from anyone. She didn't want sympathy or pity; she just wanted people to understand what she was going through at the moment and hopefully leave her alone. She was working a job, playing varsity volleyball, in all honor and Advanced Placement courses, applying for college, and playing club volleyball in the spring. She was tired! A nice long hot shower was what she needed. For the first time in months Deina took a bubble bath and just let her body soak in the warmth of the water, before getting out and putting on a pair of girl boxers and an old t-shirt that swallowed her body with how big it was. 

She stepped back into her room and sat down at her desk and stared at her computer screen. Nothing really important was due tomorrow but the paper she was working on was approaching fast and she needed to get it done. But tonight just wasn't the night for that type of crap, she was too tired.

David watched as Deina walked back into her room with a huge over shirt that barely covered the boxers she wore. She was so damn cute, wearing boxer like the tomboy he knew her to be, he wondered if she wore a bra under that shirt, if not he didn't know why she ever wore a bra in the first place. Her breast sat upright and ready. He watched her stare at her laptop screen for awhile until with a swift motion she shut the laptop closed and got up turning her back to him, giving a great view of her ass. She had the cutest ass, round and tight sitting up high, daring any man brave enough to grab hold and see how much he could fit in his hand. Nights he spent awake wondering what her ass would feel like in the palm of his hand. Squeezing her firm flesh he even wondered if she would scream if he spanked her. His mind wandered off as Deina turned off her light to head for an early night. He noticed the change from light to dark in her room and was saddened she was heading to sleep so early.

Now that she gone he had a chance to open his pants and satiate the fire that burned in his loins. His ten inch cock sprang free from his pants, his head bright red with the strain from containing in his desire for Deina. She seriously gave him a case of blue balls. He pulled up her volleyball picture, where she bended at the waist to pick up a ball and her ass poked out. He sat back comfortably in his chair slowly grasping his cock, stroking himself slowly. He pictured Deina binding over his desk right in front of him while he masturbated, begging him to fill her, to ram his cock into her tight hot pussy. His hand started to move even faster with the thought of her begging for her pleasure, which she knew he could give her. He wondered if she shaved or was all natural. Fuck he needed her bad.

As soon as Deina hit the sheets she realized she had forgotten to take out her contacts. Walking back over to her desk in the darkness she paused to look out the window. There sat David with his pants down and cock in hand, he was staring at his computer screen, probably watching porn. Tingling sparks shot through her whole entire body. He was large not just large but somewhere between eight and ten inches large and thick. Never before had she seen a cock in real life, not even her brothers or dad by accident. But she'd watched porn and knew he was larger then the average male. Her pussy clenched at the thought of what his cock would feel like inside her, she knew her boxers would be wet from just staring at him, if she felt between her legs. David was good looking and everything but she had never felt anything close to the way she was feeling at the moment. She couldn't pry her eyes away from him. She knew this was wrong and staring at him when he was having such a private moment was an invasion of privacy but she literally couldn't strip her eyes away from him. Her legs didn't want to move from the vision of him pleasuring himself. The sight of him stroking his cock slowly his eyes closed every so often but always opening them to stare at his computer again was insanely hot. 

The tip of his cock was bright red like it was in pain and his hand moved up and down his shaft with the thumb cresting over the tip. When his hand started to move faster she suspected he was close to orgasm and more then she really wanted to admit she was getting even more excited and the evidence of that was leaking from between her legs. Why did this turn her on so much? His thrust started to get more erratic; she had to reach her hand into her pants and strum her clit lightly to stop the ache that was starting to build between her legs. A white rope of liquid shot from his tip and landed on his laptop. She had an insane urge to lick him clean; to take the head of his cock in her mouth and suck on the head until every last drop of his cum was released form his body. It seemed so gross but she wouldn't mind if he shot one of those ropes of cum on me she thought hotly. What the hell was wrong with her? Wasn't that gross? According to her soaked through panties it wasn't. She caught the sight of him turning toward her window and ducked so he wouldn't see her. But then again maybe this would be the perfect ammunition for payback?

David looked toward Deina's window and swore he saw a movement but no one was at the window. He turned and stared at the screen again, he had shot a rope of come directly on her picture. Damn she would look beautiful with his come on her body. That was the final damn straw, he didn't give a damn if Deina was his best friend or not she was soon going to be his and he didn't really give a damn if she wanted it or not. Just when he decided to make Deina his, the phone rang. He answered without thinking, "hello" he said gruffly into the phone.

"Well, hello." Deina's beautiful voice floated threw the receiver; his dick began to rise again at the sound of her voice. Breathing deeply he resettled himself in his pants before he continued to talk to her.

"Hey what's up?"

"I just wanted to let you know that you shouldn't leave your window open if your going to have a personal moment." She giggled, damn he was caught.

"Would you like to know what I was masturbating to?" he said with male arrogance that only he could pull off.

"NO!" she sounded disgusted.

"Look out the window Deina" 

"Why."

"Do it and I'll show you why I don't close my window?"

Curiosity got the best of her and she stood up from her hiding place to look out the window. What she saw shocked her to her core. It was her, not only her but a picture of her bending over in her volleyball uniform, that wasn't as bad as the streak of white cum that she saw clinging to the screen. 

"I gotta go." She breathily said, still starring at the screen.

"Deina?"

"Yeah."

"Sweet dreams." He said with a smile.

She hung up and practically ran back to her bed. She was playing a dangerous game and she knew it. David was the dominate type who didn't take shit or give it. Challenges were always her weakness she couldn't stand to be thought of as a punk by David and she knew she would lose but she couldn't help herself. Maybe losing could be fun? Either way her dreams would be filled with David and the many ways he could satisfy her and vice versa. David was out to have Deina not just once but many times, maybe a lifetime. He didn't know just yet but he knew if he didn't have her soon there would be hell for someone. Bed was calling to him and fantasies of Deina were waiting to play themselves out in his dreams. David and Deina that would sound beautiful on everyone's lips.



Pushing Boundaries



Daniel ascended the stairs apprehensively, his teeth chattering ever so slightly with each step upwards. What would he say as she answered the door? What if she didn't like the way he appeared in the flesh? What if her apartment smelled horrible? The young man stopped with a flash of sudden anger, inwardly chastising himself for the nervousness he was experiencing. 

*I've been with plenty of girls before, why the fuck am I so nervous about this?*

But Julia wasn't just a girl; she was a woman. A beautiful buxom woman in her early-thirties, according to her profile anyway. It was the first time Daniel had organised to meet up with a partner for a casual encounter from the online sex forum he had begun to visit in the past month. 

It was true, Daniel had been with plenty of girls in his twenty-three years, but he could tell already this encounter was going to be unlike any of his others. The girls he had been with had often been unsure of themselves, their figures, what they liked done to them in bed and what they liked to do in return.

Daniel craved a woman with confidence, and tonight he would find her.

*Alright. So I'm nervous. Deal with it you bastard; she's not going to be attracted to a shaking adolescent, she's going to want a man tonight.*

Daniel closed his eyes for a moment, exhaled the remaining air from his lungs, and then took a deep and steady breath. Upon opening his eyes, he steeled himself. His teeth and fingers stopped their treasonous trembling He raised a knuckle to her door and rapped three times in quick succession.

"Who is it?"

"It's Dan- *ahem* Daniel."

The door swung inwards to reveal the object of his encounter, the lovely Julia. And how lovely she was! She wore a Summery cotton skirt that ended above the knee and a plain white tank top, through which Daniel couldn't help but notice her pointed nipples straining against the fabric. He smiled inwardly, feeling a little more confident; it wasn't cold today.

She cocked her head to one side and cracked a smile as she sized him up, her shoulder-length auburn hair moving silkily from side to side as she did so. Dan had always thought the most attractive thing a girl could do was smile, and Julia was testimony to the fact. He was struck by the sense that she definitely had an air of confident maturity that he hadn't experienced before, and it served to make this already beautiful woman even more attractive.

"Well Daniel are you going to just stand there all day gawking at me, or do you want to come in for a drink?" She laughed.

"Of course, of course!" He said with a blush.

As he followed Julia to the kitchen he studied her figure from behind. She was shorter than he was, but not by a great deal. Her hips swayed seductively as she walked, and he could see each of her full, round cheeks rise and fall beneath the light cotton skirt with every step. Already his erection pressed against his jeans.

*Jesus. Look at that arse!*

"You know I wouldn't normally go for a younger guy, but I think I could use a bit of unbridled enthusiasm." She said without looking back.

"Well I read your profile Julia, and where our interests align I don't think there's going to be any shortage of enthusiasm on my part."

She looked over her shoulder and caught him admiring her backside, and a wicked smile played upon her lips.

"Is white wine alright? I think I've got some left over in the fridge." Julia said as she bent over to open the low-set refrigerator ahead of her. The cotton skirt rode up and Dan could see a glimpse of the white underwear she wore beneath, stretching tightly across the two breathtaking globes of her backside. She wiggled her bottom a bit and made a "hum hmm mm" noise as she shuffled some items around in the fridge. Dan was mesmerised.

*The time for hesitation is through mate. You know why you're here, she knows why you're here, and if you can't figure out the message she's sending right now then you don't deserve this goddess in front of you.*

He stepped forward and dropped nimbly to his knees behind her, placing a hand lightly on each of her perfectly smooth cheeks beneath the cotton skirt. He slid his hands over the curve of her bottom and up to her lower back, and them brought them back down to give a gentle squeeze.

Julia closed her eyes and exhaled in ecstasy, her breath visible in the cold depths of fridge. Goosebumps formed on her thighs and she let out an audible moan, egging the young man on without the use of words. They had already begun to speak a far more primal language to each other.

Removing her head from the fridge and looking over her shoulder, she made eye contact with the young man. There was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine, and she responded in kind by raising onto her tip-toes and sticking her bottom out further towards his eagerly awaiting face.

Daniel took the hint and pressed his nose firmly against her underwear, drawing it together and into the crease of her bottom with a satisfying slide. His nose pushed the bunched up material against her anus, while with his tongue he began to draw long slow lines across the underwear covering her vagina. He recognised the unmistakable taste of her arousal, and could smell the musky scent of her anus puckering against the pressure that his nose applied. He was in heaven.

Julia wasn't far off either. The sight of this young man with his face buried in the folds of her arse and loving every moment of it made her feel sexier than she had in years. That this guy - a relative stranger - was so eager to stick his nose and tongue into her most private of parts with such lust, gave Julia a perverse sense of control. As she started to gyrate against his face, she wondered just how far she could make him go.

"Do you like my arse Daniel? Do you think it's sexy?" She said between heavy breaths.

"*Mmph* ... Julia" He gasped "You taste and smell so amazing, I could stay here and eat you all day"

She smiled with glee and drew her hands back to press against his shoulders, pushing his nose and tongue away from her bottom for a moment, but not by much.

"Go into the lounge and lie on the ground love, I have a surprise for you" Said Julia with a laugh. She looked down at him and wiggled her glorious backside once more before flipping the skirt back over her cheeks and turning around to wait for him to leave the kitchen.

Daniel delayed has best he could, as it was hard to take his gaze away from the beautiful sight in front of him, but then gathered his wits somewhat and stood up to move into the next room. He felt a little bit dizzy as he made his way into the lounge, but lay on his back on the hardwood floor as he had been directed to. His rigid penis was pressing painfully against his denim jeans as he lay there in waiting, but all he could think about was getting his face back into the crease of Julia's arse. Right now every thing else was secondary.

In the next room, Julia removed a package from the kitchen drawer that she had bought earlier in the day in preparation for Daniel's visit. His profile on the sex forum that they both frequented had indicated his interest in ass worship, analingus, facesitting and oral sex, so Julia figured clearly this was a guy who loved arse and had a serious oral fixation. One of her girlfriends whom she chatted with had suggested pushing a boundary or two with him, and so Julia had come up with a plan to see if they could coax the eager young man into new heights of sexual deviancy.

From his place on the floor Daniel could hear a light crinkling of plastic from the next room, before what sounded like an audible squeak and giggle from Julia. Moment's later she appeared at the door and sauntered over to the young man with a cheeky smile. She squeezed her breasts together, and then ran her hands down between her thighs and under the folds of her skirt. With a divine wiggle, she pulled her white underwear down and dropped it to the floor.

Daniel caught his breath as she stepped either side of his head and began to lower herself down, her glistening pussy parting itself on his nose and the beautiful rosebud of her anus hovering just above his tongue. She held herself in that squatting position for a few seconds, rocking the folds of her pussy against the bridge of his nose before bringing her arse down to meet his waiting mouth.

Daniel began to lap at her anus with all the enthusiasm of a young child with an icecream cone. He flicked the folds of her arsehole with vigour as she pressed her pussy against his face in ecstasy. Through muffled grunts and gasping breaths he voiced his pleasure at being used to service her most intimate regions, and Julia responded in kind with wave after wave of shuddering orgasms. Juices ran down his cheeks and trickled into his nostrils as she rocked back and forth across his now slick face, before collapsing forward in ecstatic exhaustion on her hands and knees.

Daniel tried to strain his neck up to continue lapping at the goddess above him, but Julia climbed to her feet and looked down at him with a renewed twinkle in her eyes. Her chest heaved in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"You were amazing Danny. Ready for your surprise now?"

Daniel nodded, dumbfounded, as Julia stepped either side of his head once more, only this time facing the other direction such that Daniel was viewing her glorious arse from the back. She squatted down and placed her anus over his mouth again, except this time pressed down with more pressure than before and leaned back to pin his arms to the floor with her own.

Daniel began to lap happily at her arsehole again before he felt something different from before. The rosebud of her anus began to pucker and open against his tongue.

*Holy shit, is she really going to do what I think she's about to?*

He panicked for a split second, but Julia had positioned herself such that there was nowhere for him to go. Seemingly unphased, she continued to push the contents of her bowl into her apparent victim below.

Daniel felt the her sphincter widen, and a slimy brown object was pushed into his open mouth. He cringed in anticipation of the taste that was to come, and was forced to bite down and try to swallow lest he choke. But the horrid taste never arrived.

*Wait... is that... do I taste... chocolate?*

He deliriously began to chew and swallow the half-melted milk chocolate as it passed into his mouth from Julia's anus, and he bucked uncontrollably as the sheer perversion of the act brought him to one of the strongest climaxes of his life.

Julia rolled sideways off him, laughing in earnest as he sat up and tried to catch his breath and finish chewing. Melted chocolate was smeared over his cheeks, and Julia drew forward, wiping some from his lips with her index finger and licking it off with an gleeful slurp.

"I've got the rest of the bag in the kitchen if you liked that and want some more?" She said devilishly.

Daniel needed no further encouragement, and he staggered to his feet to retrieve the rest of the bag. 



Pushing Boundaries



Summer's crucible made gravity of the falling day, dragging the heat of the afternoon down upon me like a wool blanket. My hair, perfect when I left the house, had fallen down around my brow in a tangle of curls and waves; roguish but not what I had intended. Sweat streaked my green shirt black and made a shimmering haze of my skin. The wind was utterly absent – not even a moaning sigh to caress away the swelter.

It was worth it, though, the waiting. She was coming for me on her machine and there needn't be wind at 55 miles per hour to wick the fire from our skin. One of many things motorcycles are good for, I thought.

She came around the bend in a steady arc, wearing the sunset like a halo about her helmet. I felt joy whelm within me as she drew closer, and my hands involuntarily clenched at the grass upon which I sat as thoughts of her body slid across my mind. My fingers had grown familiar with her form, and there was a devouring need to play her passions like an instrument until she sang for me. Unrelenting even in the face of a neutral moment, I felt something below my belt twitch in anticipation.

"Hello, beautiful." I enjoyed greeting her as such because it provoked a shy smile that stood in stark counterpoint to the predatory thoughts shining through her eyes. True to form, she bloomed like a flower for me, beaming as brightly as the circle of sun behind her.

I gripped her wind-cool face in both hands and pulled her mouth to mine, savoring the little moan she let out as our tongues briefly touched.

"Miss me?"

"Terribly," she breathed, pressing her mouth to mine as if drawing life-giving air from my lungs. Her hands pressed into my chest as she leaned off her bike, tiny nails catching in the fabric of my shirt. I pulled gently on her hair, twisting her face around so I could kiss more deeply. Her body complied hungrily, bending into mine with a grateful sigh.

I broke away suddenly, swinging behind her and placing my hands around her waist as she pouted audibly.

"Tease!"

"Perhaps," I whispered, pressing my mouth to the nape of her neck, "perhaps not."

She let a tiny pant pass her lips before smiling and twisting the throttle. We rolled gently toward the sunset, my fingers twined into her belt loops, ostensibly for support, and the world a shade more cheerful through the yellow plastic shielding my eyes from the ripping wind.

* * *

I could feel the soak of arousal in the fabric on her thighs well before she began to slow the bike and look for a place to pull off. The forest loomed dark and welcoming on both sides of the winding road, picnic tables and the occasional fire pit studding the groomed meadows. Twilight nestled against the Earth, coercing the fireflies to their tiny dances and shading the sunset in cool, azure tones. Stars began to peak out from behind thin cloud cover, winking back at the insects flashing lust to one another amid the deepening night.

"Kiss me," she demanded, walking me backward away from the bike and pressing into me with her heat. "Don't stop kissing me."

I staggered back, fumbling with a free hand and fetching up against a tree as she began pulling at my belt. I laughed into her open mouth and bit her bottom lip, eliciting a moan as I slid my hands down her back and into her jeans. No panties. Must have become tired of doing so much laundry after being near me. No matter; she struggled with the belt – the one she hated for me to wear for specifically this reason – and it gave me an opportunity to quickly unsnap the front of her pants with my right hand.

A set of headlights swept briefly across us and she stiffened, momentarily panicking as the shroud of darkness was pulled aside, laying bare the raw passion of the moment.

"I don't thin-"

I stifled her concerns with another crushing kiss, spinning and pressing her into the tree even as I slid her jeans down around her thighs. She trembled as my fingers found the ring in her clit and she abandoned her misgivings in the wash of a gushing orgasm. Another car drove by, headlights sweeping across my exposed back (she had pulled my shirt off moments earlier) like a camera flash, capturing another frame of carnal interplay like an aimless photographer.

"Fuck me, Mike," she moaned as I held her to myself, keeping her from collapsing under the weight of her climax.

"Not yet," I whispered, sliding down and flicking my tongue between her legs, lapping her cum and reveling in the feel of her fingers twining into my hair. She gave a small series of musical gasps as she came in my mouth, shivering.

"Please!"

I pulled her down into the grass as a pair of cars crossed on the road, beams turning the grey clearing into a pornographic stage.

My pants slid off easily and I thrust into her with all of myself, clutching hard at the ground behind her shoulders as her body spasmed in the wrack of another orgasm. She always came when I first pressed into her; lovely for my ego and even better for her, allowing as it did for very quick sessions of passion in times where caution seemed a better choice than stamina.

"Take me back to your room, little miss," I breathed as I slid my cock out of her quaking heat, "I want more of you."

The wind threw our scent into the countryside as we chased the fireflies back home.

* * *

It had taken quite a bit of talking to get her into the fishnets, but the result was well worth the effort. Coupled with the stilettos, she made for quite an imposing sexual figure. Even more arousing was the fact that I had her tied to the corners of her bed on her knees, legs spread and arms bound behind her back. She whimpered, embarrassed but incredibly aroused, as I circled her, appraising with my eyes as I determined how best to begin.

"Will it be my fingers?" I asked, running fingertips from the heel of her right foot, up her calf and thigh and across the smoothness of her ass. Her moan drew a chuckle from me.

"Perhaps my mouth?" I suggested, pulling her chin up off the pillow I had placed under it so I could look in her face. Excitement wrestled with fear in her sky blue eyes, but she kissed me with a great measure of trust, even as I ran my fingers down along her back, across her anus and into the wet folds of her pussy. She arched her back, sensitive beyond her ability to ignore it, begging with her gaze for me to press into her.

"Noted." I walked to the other side of the bed, taking my time while out of her line of sight so I could watch her shift around. I flexed the muscles of my stomach so she could watch my hard cock twitch.

"This? Is this what you want inside you?" She nodded, eyes heavy with desperation. I smiled as I climbed up behind her, running my hands up her legs and down her back in slow, sweeping motions. She squirmed and tried to press back into me, but the bonds were too well-tied.

"Patience," I mocked as I let my cock drag back and forth across all the sensitive parts between her legs. I knew she was afraid of me shoving it in her ass, so, of course, I let the pulsing hardness of it press momentarily thereabouts, smiling as she moaned, half-afraid, half-aroused at how sensitive she was despite her fear.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," I cooed, sliding further down, "I'm not going to be mean to you..."

I slid down onto my belly and took her pussy in my mouth, biting gently on her piercing and flicking it back and forth with my tongue as she strained at the restraints holding her in place. My tongue and teeth worked quickly and she began to shake just as I slid a finger inside her to press the lovely little button just inside. She bucked as the orgasm shocked through her, crying out through the silk gag between her lips.

Feeling merciful, I reached up and pulled the fabric out of her mouth, smiling as I moved in front of her and sat down just far enough away that she couldn't get my cock with her swollen lips.

"Oh? Do you want this in your mouth, sweetheart?" I placed a finger under her chin and lifted until she grunted at the strain it put on her neck. "Tell me you want to suck my cock."

"I want to suck your cock," she breathed.

I shook my head, clucking disapprovingly. "I don't believe you."

"Please let me suck your cock, Mike!" she begged. I pursed my lips and let her chin go, shaking my head again.

"Still not buying it."

"Mike!" she whined, "I need your cock in my mouth! Please!"

"Ah," I said, scooting forward and moaning in pleasure as she took me all the way to the base, "that sounded much more convincing. Be sure you get my cock nice and wet, sweetheart. I'd hate for it to hurt when I stick it in."

She moaned a reply, but all I felt was the lightning that coursed through my middle as her hot, wet mouth slid up and down my swollen dick. She kept at it, bringing me nearly to the point of release, before I pulled away and retook my place behind her. I placed the pad of my thumb on her anus as I slid my cock into her pussy, pressing gently as I filled her with all of myself. She tried to rock back and forth, but, again, the ties were too secure and she only wiggled impotently as I laughed.

"You're such a tease!" she gasped as I pulled slowly all the way back out, "I want you to fuck me! Please, Mike!"

Again, I slid myself all the way inside her, flexing my cock and causing her to gasp. Her legs were quaking slightly as I pulled out even more slowly than the first time. She moaned and looked back at me with those desperate eyes, mouth slightly open as she panted softly.

"Please?"

I smirked and thrust hard, sliding halfway out and thrusting again, watching her expression turn from one of anxiety to one of release. I continued thrusting, pressing in with my thumb and savoring the momentary furrow of her brow as she gave in to the pleasure of it.

I pulled loose the silken knot binding her arms and took one of her hands in mine. I leaned over, grabbing a fistful of hair and bending her body into an arc against mine. I placed her slender fingers at the top of her pussy and then slid back, one hand on either hip. I waited for her to begin touching herself before I continued thrusting.

She made the beautiful noise she always did just before she came and I felt her gush wetness on my cock. I moaned and continued pumping, pulling her hair just enough to keep her from touching the bed. I could hear her piercing striking against her lacquered nails as she rubbed her clit, prolonging the climax I was giving her.

"Don't stop coming on my cock, Laura," I groaned, feeling myself swell larger inside her. "You're going to make me cum..."

"Cum for me," she breathed between tiny gasps. "I want you to cum for me."

I pulled out of her and grasped my cock, stroking gently as all the muscles in my body clenched and convulsed simultaneously. Rope after rope jetted across her back and ass as I let the feeling take me. When my eyes opened and my head stopped swimming, I saw the aftermath of my orgasm and was momentarily sorry for the mess. Then I untied the front restraints and she kissed me with such force that our teeth clicked together.

She rolled me onto my back and straddled my still-throbbing member, holding it steady as she lowered herself upon it. I bucked, almost too sensitive for words, and grabbed her waist, crushing her to myself to keep her from moving. I could feel the sharp heels of her shoes and the tiny knots in her fishnets where they pressed into my thighs. She smiled, a cruel and pretty thing, narrowing her eyes and placing a hand to each side of my head.

"My turn," she said, as she began to rock her hips back and forth, stirring her insides with my cock. She closed her eyes and arched into me, taking me deep and then sliding nearly off with each bouncing stroke. I moved my hands to her throat, gripping gently as she fucked me harder. I slid a thumb into her mouth as I cupped her face and she sucked hungrily at it, gyrating faster and becoming suddenly wet.

"God, I'm coming again!" she hissed, sitting straight up and dragging her nails across my stomach as she shook. I pulled her down and kissed her savagely, freeing my legs from between her heels and thrusting violently upward. She squirmed and tried to get away, her parts as sensitive as mine now, but I grabbed her hips and continued to thrust, fucking her as hard as I was able while her body came so hard I could barely keep myself in her dripping pussy.

And then I stopped. She collapsed, trembling, onto my chest and I kissed her mouth gently, letting the climactic shakes subside as we lay together. Eventually, her breathing leveled out and she kissed me more deeply, drawing warmth and breath from me as the fan hissed cold air over our bodies.

"You've ruined me, you know," she said, smiling, forehead pressed to mine as we lay tangled in one another.

"I apologize for nothing," I said with a wink, pulling her into another kiss. "Nor shall I."



Pushing Boundaries



I follow you to our seats toward the back of the plane and hand you my carry on luggage to stow in the overhead bin. We settle into our cramped quarters and get comfortable, well, as comfortable as you can get in an airplane seat. There's a bit of bumping and shoulder knocking as we straighten seatbelts and get out our in-flight entertainment. For you, a book and for me, an ipod complete with a pair of gigantic headphones. Yes, I'm that person on the plane with the full size headphones. Then I focus on the air conditioning. I waste too much time and energy making sure the air is blowing on me at just the right angle and just the right intensity. Bemused, you watch me sit down and lean back, put my hand up to test the air and then reach up to adjust the settings at least five times. 

"Comfortable?" you ask with a wry smile.

"Almost," I grin, "Give me a sec and it will be perfect."

Shaking your head, you pull out a book and start to read and I put on my headphones, turn on my music and watch the hustle bustle of travelers going about their preflight routines. Leaning over, I nip your neck and suck gently. Flicking my tongue in the indentation behind your ear I lick slowly, suck, nibble and then blow warm, wet breath while my tongue taps against your skin. I can feel goosebumps rising on your arm below my fingers. Air hisses between your teeth as you inhale and your fingers intertwine tightly with mine. "More," you exhale slowly. 

"More what, lover?" I tease while tracing your ear with my tongue. A low growl escapes from your throat. "Hmmm, baby? What was that you said?" I murmur.

"Tease." you whisper behind clenched teeth. 

Even though I know you can't see, I bat my eyes demurely and gasp in mock indignation (in a very passable Southern accent, by the way) "Why, what ever you mean, lover?" Reaching over with my other hand, I stroke my fingers rhythmically against the back of your hand in time with the tap, tap, tapping of my tongue on your skin. 

You turn your head to look into my eyes, "I mean you're a tease...a good one, but still a tease. We both know this isn't going anywhere today." You turn back and lean your head against the headrest.

"What does that mean?" I sputter, pulling back to glare at your profile.

Without opening your eyes, you say, "You and I both know you'll be asleep, pressed against that window in about five minutes flat. But go ahead do your teasing...thing." Opening one eye you glance down at your watch, "You have about four and a half minutes." Then you close your eye again.

I'm almost stunned to silence. Almost. "What makes you so sure I'm not going to follow through?" I whisper tartly. 

You smile, eyes still closed, "Dear, how many flights have we taken together?"

"I don't know. A lot?"

"And what usually happens as soon as you get settled into your seat, play with the air conditioner and put on those massively embarrassing headphones?"

"I fall asleep" I admit.

"How quickly would you say?" I can hear you smiling.

Begrudgingly I whisper, "In about five minutes."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that. What did you say?" you needle.

"In about FIVE minutes." I reply tersely. 

You smile, "That's what makes me so sure." Then you lean over kiss my cheek and turn back to your book.

I try again, "But what if today was going to be different?"

"Sweetheart, it's ok. Even if you weren't going to fall asleep two seconds after your seatbelt fastens, you wouldn't get much farther. You have great ideas, really you do. You just don't always..." you hesitate, "follow through."

"But, I was going to...." Just then the flight attendants came by to check seat belts and do the safety protocol. I listened because ok, you were right...normally I'd be sleeping by now. It was fascinating to learn that my seat cushion could be used as a floatation device in case of a water landing. If A. I survived a water crash landing and B. sharks didn't eat me first, yes, it was reassuring to know that I could float in the ocean on my seat cushion. 

After the flight attendants finished, I started thinking about what you said. And I realized you were right, again. We had been discussing the idea of taking risks in public for months. We even managed to get pretty hot and heavy in the movie theater a few weeks ago. Until someone sat down a few rows behind us and totally freaked me out. You kept reassuring me there was no way that guy would know that your hand was under my skirt, buried in my panties, rubbing my clit and finger fucking me. But I was convinced he could see me shaking and breathing heavily and somehow knew that I wasthisclose to coming right there in front of him and I made you stop. 

Or the time we were in my car, at the park just after dusk. I was kneeling between your legs giving you one hell of a blow job until I saw other headlights reflecting on our windshield as they left the park. Realistically, there was no way they could see the nitty gritty details, especially since we were in the back seat and my windows were tinted, but I just couldn't finish there. 

And the day we were swimming in the lake, hidden in a coved area. We were in chest deep water, you were behind me with your hands in my suit, pinching my nipples. Sure I wanted you badly. I wanted you to fuck me from behind while we were hanging onto our floaty noodles, but there were too many people on the beach who would know exactly what we were doing. 

I rested my head back against the seat and realized with horror and a little bit of shame that I was a Class A Tease. Granted, I wasn't teasing you for fun, this certainly hasn't been a power play, and I know you understood that but I suddenly felt awful about the interruptions you've been experiencing lately. 

I've definitely come to terms with the fact that I'm not a risk taker at heart. I mean, my idea of taking risks is buying a bag of cherries having only tasted one. (Ok, or two. Three at the most.) Which made me pretty damn proud of my steps into exhibitionism but I'm ashamed to say that I never really thought about the impact my chickening out had on you. 

While I was mid-thought, our plane started to taxi to the runway. I'm not afraid to fly, I love it actually, but during take offs and landings I always reach for your hand. I like to squeeze it as the plane leaves the ground. It makes me feel safe and secure. We hold hands for a few minutes after take off and then I fidget in my seat trying to get as comfortable as possible. Turning around, I rest my head on your shoulder and wrap my arms around your right arm. You kiss my forehead as I whisper, "I love you." 

We settle in like this for a bit while I look around. Our plane is divided into two columns with 3 seats in each row. This flight was about three quarters full. An older woman was in the seat next to you, and there was one open seat across the aisle. The seats in front and behind us were mostly filled with an empty seat here and there. The bathrooms were about eleven rows behind us and the emergency exit rows were three in front of us. 

I snuggle closer to you and kiss your cheek. "Honey?" I say quietly.

"Hmm? Yes, baby?"

"I've been thinking about what you said earlier and you're right. I'm sorry I've been teasing you in a bad way all this time."

You turn to look at me and I see love, respect and understanding emanating from your eyes. 

"Sweetheart, it's really ok. I know you're trying to stretch your boundaries and I'd never push you beyond your comfort level. I didn't mean to make you feel badly."

"I know you didn't, but it still stung a little," I reply.

"The truth often does, lover. Would you want me to lie to you?" you ask.

Shaking my head vehemently I say, "Never. I always want you to be honest." Biting my lower lip, I continue, "So tell me honestly, do you think I'll always be bad with the follow through?"

You kiss me, "I don't. I just think you're fighting this too hard," you say as you tap my forehead gently. "You have the desire, the thoughts, the want, the need, you just let your brain have too much to say about it."

One of my hands slides from your arm to your thigh and I rest it there, caressing your leg almost unconsciously. A thought forms in my mind. A plan to push some boundaries and maybe, just maybe put a crack in my Class A Tease reputation.

I don't want to spend too much time plotting details because then it would seem too rehearsed or planned. I just needed some time to visualize in my head what I wanted to happen. Whether or not it actually progresses that way doesn't matter, but I like to have a plan in mind. I mentally thanked myself for packing a shawl. I get cold easily and like to have something to snuggle under. Another plus was that you and I both prefer comfort over fashion any day. Our travel clothes were lightweight, comfortable and most importantly, loose. 

I nuzzle into your shoulder and burrow closer to you. I spread my shawl out covering both of us from mid torso to just above our knees. Kissing your neck again I work up to your ear. "Lover, how long is this flight?"

"Just under 2 more hours," you say, as you turn to kiss me. Your tongue licks the edges of my lips. I sigh because you know how much I love that. 

"So maybe about an hour and a half until we have to prepare for landing?" I ask between kisses. I pull your tongue into my mouth and suck it gently. Your hand slips beneath my shirt and rests just under my breasts. I feel your fingertips tracing the bottom edge of my bra. 

You nod. "Yes, you'll have enough time for a good, long nap." 

I look at you expecting to see some kind of mocking smile or accusation in your eyes, but there is none. You genuinely hope I do have a good nap. 

I drag my lips back to your ear and whisper, 

"That's great, but I'm not going to take a nap today."

"Why not? Are you going to read instead?"

I smile in a wickedly innocent way, "Nope. I'm going to spend the next ninety minutes driving you so crazy you'll be out of your mind with desire." As I am saying this, I slide the hand that's been on your thigh a little closer to the junction of your legs. I squeeze your thigh gently and let my fingers brush against your cock and you start to harden. 

"Mmmmm. I like." 

"You're gonna more than like by the time we land," I grin. I see you glance at the woman next to you and then back at me. 

"What about our company?" you ask nodding in her direction. 

I think for a moment. "I'll let you decide how to deal with that problem." You place both of your hands on top of the shawl and rest them just above your stomach. 

"Fair enough. Am I allowed to do anything?"

I shake my head. "You're going to have enough trouble controlling yourself so I'll let you off the hook now. Besides, I'm looking forward to reaping the benefits in our own bed when we get home tonight." I wink saucily at you.

While I'm keen on pushing the boundaries, I really don't want to get arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior on an airplane, so I make a few adjustments to our surroundings. I prop up a small pillow on your side between you and your neighbor to hide a little of the under-the-shawl action and thankfully we're on a night flight so the lights are already low. Most of the people around us are sleeping, watching the in-flight movie or listening to music.

We kiss again. There's an edge of suspense, spontaneity and something almost pleasurably dangerous lingering just below the surface. I drape myself as close to you as possible and rest my head against your shoulder. My lips are lined up perfectly with your ear. To anyone passing by, it would appear that I had fallen asleep curled up on your shoulder. "Baby, have I told you how hot our experiments have been? Even if they haven't been a success, I get incredibly turned on by them," I whisper as I gently lick the edges of your ear. My hand is still resting on your thigh and I start caressing it slowly. "Do you want me to touch you, love? Want me to run my hand over your leg from knee to hip?" 

"Mmmmm" you nod.

"Like this?" My fingers spread out, covering most of the width of your thigh and I press my fingers firmly into your skin massaging rhythmically over the length of your upper leg. The tips of my fingers tickle your kneecap and I feel your leg jerk. On my stroke back up to your hip, my thumb grazes your erection and you sigh. I ignore your sigh and repeat the massaging caress a few more times. Each time I slide my fingers closer to your cock but not quite touching. I can tell you're anticipating a more intimate touch. "I told you baby, we have a lot of time ahead of us. Just be patient and trust me, ok?" 

You tilt your head towards mine and murmur, "Always, lover." I love that you trust me enough to be open and willing to try my crazy ideas. You settle back into your seat and close your eyes. You still have both hands on your stomach but you move one of them to rest on top of my hand and you follow along it's trail from your hip to knee. I like the feel of your hand laying on mine; warm, comforting, strong. After a few moments, you start pressing down as I get closer to your erection. I slide my hand a little closer to make more contact and I feel you relax even more and move your hand back to your stomach. I pick up the pace, rubbing your leg a little faster and with more varying pressure. I'm alternating timing so you never know how long I'm going to linger in one place. 

"Want to know one of my favorite words?" I ask you 

softly.

"Tell me"

I slip my tongue behind your ear and lick that area lightly. "Linger. It has such a lovely connotation. The word reminds me of things I want to make last. A piece of good chocolate. Mornings with you, café de olla and the crossword puzzle, a beautiful sunset, a perfectly roasted marshmallow. The exquisite climb to orgasm. I think that climb is the best part. Sure the ending is spectacular, but the journey there is more important to me. I like feeling like I'm dangling over that edge just waiting for a light push." As I say this, I grip you in my hand and continue the slow stroking. "I want to linger over this. For you, but also for me. I want to slowly erase everything from your mind except for me, my hand and how badly you want me to make you come. You'll forget that we're on a plane and that we're not in our bed about to make love all night. But you'll have to remember that you have people very closely around you, that you can't cry out in that soft growl that I love so much. Remember that you won't be able to talk to me and tell me to suck harder or stroke faster. I want that feeling to linger. Do you want that too, baby?" You nod, seemingly unable to speak.

I nip your earlobe and nuzzle your neck. "I want to feel you in my hand. Not through your shorts. I want to touch your skin with my fingertips. Is that ok, love, can I touch your hard cock?" You nod again with a smile because this is another game we play. You never ask me to talk dirty to you, but you love it when I do. I slide up to your waistband and slip my hand underneath it and feel how warm your body is. I wiggle my hand down so it's on top of your boxer shorts. "Mmmmm. Easy access. Many thanks, darling. I'll be able to touch you so very soon. God, I love how hot you are already." 

I flatten my hand and rub your cock with my whole hand. When I reach the head of your penis, I wrap my hand over it and let it slide through my fingers. I feel your hips move with my stoking. 

"I feel my panties starting to get wet. I really want to touch myself too and feel us both getting wetter and hotter, but I'm going to wait. You have all of my attention. Well, at least this does," I say as I tap my fingers against your cock. "Should I baby? Should I tug you out of your boxers so our skin can touch? I want to feel you pulsing in my palm." You shudder with pleasure. "Kiss me baby. Kiss me while I stroke your cock." 

You turn to kiss me while I reach inside your boxers and slowly pull you out. I moan in your mouth as I feel the moisture leaking from the tip. I use my fingertips to rub it gently all around the head of your cock. Now you moan softly. "Like that, do you baby? I like knowing that you're already so turned on." You growl softly and bite my lower lip. I smile and I know you feel it. I press my tongue against your lips to break our connection. "You want to be inside me right now, don't you? Making love in the dark." I ask softly. 

"Very much. This is beyond hot"

"Good."

Time passes as I stroke you with ever changing pressure and speed. Sometimes it's a fast hard stroke followed by a few slow ones. We are silent, each lost in our own fantasy world. Once in a while I suck your ear or kiss your neck. 

I still have my fingers wrapped around your cock when our flight attendant comes by with the drink cart. I close my eyes pretending I'm sleeping and I whisper in your ear, "Order me a ginger ale please." Wrapping my hand around the head of your cock, I use my fingertips to twist and tug it. "Baby, this makes me so fucking hot, thinking about you putting your fingers inside me, slipping around in my wetness. I want to come." I sigh, licking your ear. "Talk to her, while I'm stroking you slowly, whispering naughty things in your ear. 

You swallow hard. "I'm not so sure I can be coherent right now," you mutter.

"Make small talk. You're so good at that." I urge. 

"Ginger ale," you say to her as she takes your drink order.

"Ask her about the weather," I tease.

You take a deep breath as I lightly stroke the underside of your cock. "Can you tell me what the weather is supposed to be like when we land?" You ask.

"That's good baby. Feel my fingers? Imagine it's my tongue now, hot and wet and licking you right here." I pull some of the moisture leaking from your cock and rub it on that sweet spot. "God, I want to suck you so hard. Pull you inside my mouth so you can feel my tongue and cheeks and lips holding you in place. Run my tongue up and down you like a popsicle." 

You cough. I'm not sure if it's to cover a moan or if I just really surprised you. Either way, I like it. A lot.

You continue speaking to her, "So it's supposed to be hot?"

"Mmmm. Good baby. Yes, I bet it's gonna be hot tonight. Wet too. Sticky even. I'm dying to make you come right now while she's standing there. Can you ask for some pretzels or cookies?" I increase the speed of my stroking. I know exactly how hard and fast I need to stroke to make you come and I know you're damn close. I can see sweat starting to bead on your upper lip and you are concentrating on maintaining control. "Come on baby, I want you to come in my hand, right now." I stroke faster and I can feel you tensing up. I see your hand flexing and releasing on your other leg as you squirm in your seat. The flight attendant reaches over with the cup of ginger ale and you have to raise your hand to take it. I stroke you faster, squeezing from bottom to tip. You have an agonized look on your face as you reach out to take the cup.

"Sir, is something wrong?" the flight attendant asks. 

While I'm stroking you, I'm sliding my tongue in and out of your ear. "So fucking hot lover," I say, "Are you close baby?"

"Yessss....I mean no. I'm ok. I just have a...," you pause to breathe, fighting for control, "a leg cramp," you finish weakly.

"Ok, if you need to get up to take a walk, feel free," she says as she moves her cart to the next row. You take a sip of the ginger ale to hide the fact that you can't speak and just nod in her direction.

"Come on baby. Can you come for me?" I urge as I employ my secret weapon, the twisty stroke all the way up and then down. Loose grip, fast speed and a twist in the middle. 

"Uh huh," you groan. I stroke faster. "God baby, I'm so close. I'm gonna come," you hiss. Your hips start pumping and I can feel you straining against my hand. You lean your head back and close your eyes. I quickly slide my hand down to the base of your cock and squeeze hard. 




Pushing Boundaries



"Wait, wait, wait," I tease, "Not yet!" You open your eyes and open your mouth to protest. "Shh baby." I say while still squeezing. "Breathe. Relax." 

You snort, "Yeah, I'll just relax."

After a while when I'm sure the urge to come has receded a bit, I withdraw my hand from your shorts and pull it from under the shawl. I capture your eyes with mine and I nod toward my hand. You follow as I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them. You can still see the wetness from your cock on them. 

"God baby, that was very hot." You lean over to kiss me.

"Hah. I'm not done and neither are you. I just needed to give my fingers a rest." I take a few sips of ginger ale pulling an ice cube in my mouth. I lean over to kiss you and slip the ice into your mouth. We kiss, passing it back and forth until it melts. I love the feel of your icy tongue touching mine. 

"Baby, I want your tongue on me right now, want to feel you licking my nipples, sucking them into your frozen mouth, but more than that, I want to feel your mouth kissing up my thighs and licking me." I reach into the cup and put a piece of ice in my hand. My hand travels back under the shawl and I write my name with the ice cube just above your waistband. You hiss, draw in a breath and let it out slowly. "I want to feel your cold tongue sliding inside me. I'm so wet and hot and I want you so badly. Would you baby? Would you make me come with your icy mouth? Lick my pussy and fuck me with your frozen tongue? Suck my clit until I scream?" I gasp out loud, "Oh, I just thought of something incredible!"

"What's that love?"

"I'd let you put ice cubes inside me," 

You moan at this image, "Yes baby, I'd do all of that. I want to put ice cubes inside you. You drive me mad."

"I bet it would feel amazing. Cold and hot at the same time." Reaching down into your shorts, I grasp you with my cold hand. You jerk with surprise but I don't let go. "If you put ice cubes there, I'd be very cold which would make your super hot cock feel even hotter when you push inside of me. Would you like that lover? I know how much you love ice and this would be a new twist on an old trick. Ice cold, wet pussy and a hot, hard cock. Mmmm. I want. Do you?" I'm rubbing you again with my cold hand and you feel even harder. "Baby, fuck my cold hand and imagine you're inside me," I hold my hand still and let you use your hips to stroke into it. You groan softly.

"Lover?" I ask.

"Yes?"

"Sometimes at this point I start thinking about where I want you to come. Do you ever think about that?" You nod, still pumping into my hand. "You have a few choices, you lucky guy!"

"I'm lucky alright," you grin.

"I like to think about me kneeling on the bed over you, sucking you, feeling you in my mouth. I love the taste of you. Think about you fucking my mouth slowly, deeply, lightly scraping my teeth against you. I would touch myself while sucking you. Rub my clit, maybe even angle my body so you could fuck me with a vibrator while you fuck my mouth with your cock. Ohhhh, so fucking hot!!" 

I take a moment to collect my thoughts, control my own body. You're so hot in my hand and have warmed up my palm completely. "I also think about you sliding inside me like this, slow, steady, strong" I tickle the tip of your cock and slide you through my mostly closed fist. "Me on top while you reach up to caress my breasts. I know you like this too. Fucking slowly, no, not fucking, we'd be making love." I sigh and turn your head so we can kiss. I lick the roof of your mouth with the tip of my tongue, stroking in synchronicity with my hand stroking your cock.

"Of course there's always the option of you fucking my breasts sliding between them while I squeeze them around you. We could use that almond oil you like so much, the one that smells incredibly good. It tastes good too. While you are sliding in and out, I could lick you as you get closer to my mouth. Mmmm. I'd love that. Would you?"

"Love it," you breathe, "Want you right now."

"Which would you pick? Where do you want to come?" I stroke you faster now, short, fast and hard. 

You rest your head against the seat and mumble something unintelligible. 

"What, my love? I didn't hear you."

"I said, 'You shouldn't be asking me such complicated questions right now!'" you groan. 

Laughingly, I reply, "It's not like I asked you to give me a mathematical algorithm or anything. I just asked how you'd like to come: while I'm sucking you, when you're deep inside me or between my breasts. Really what's so hard about that?" 

Before you can answer the pilot comes on the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in fifteen minutes. The flight attendants will be coming around to pick up any last garbage before landing. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts."

"Sweetheart, we only have a few more minutes. How bad do you want it? Do you want to come?

You let out an agonized moan and the woman next to you starts to stir. "I want it. I want it now. Make me come, please," you whisper. You slip your hand under the shawl and grab mine. I feel you gripping me tightly and together we start the finishing moves. "I want to be inside you right now, even with all these people around. I want to pull you onto my lap and slide you down on me as I rub your clit. Feel you contracting around me as you move up and down. I want to rip your shirt open and suck your nipples while we make love. I want to hear you come, feel you explode around me, sense you shaking as you regain control." You lean your head back and close your eyes, "I'm so close, lover. Do it. Make me come."

"If I could baby, I'd be in front of you, sucking you deep and stroking at the same time, tapping your cock against my tongue, slowly licking, sucking the tip, stroking hard and fast. Once in a while, I'd take my mouth off you and touch the tip of your cock to my hard nipples, place you between my breasts and continue to fuck you with my body. You're so hard it's easy to keep licking you while you thrust in and out of my boobs. I know how much you like them." 

Together we are stroking you at a controlled frantic pace. I can see the flight attendant approaching to check seat belts and pick up garbage. "Come baby," I urge. You see her too and realize you're not going to get the timing right. It's very possible you'll be coming while she's standing right there. You look at me with a very sexy smolder and I know we're both thinking about how hot this it. 

"Lover, do you think she knows? Do you think she knows that I have your cock in my hand right now and that you're about to come?" I ask.

You groan and it sounds like a mixture of pleasure peppered with a little fear. "I don't care. So close. Don't stop. Don't stop," you murmur.

Suddenly, the flight attendant is standing right at our row. "Sir? How is that leg cramp?" she inquires.

I whisper "Baby, come. Come in my mouth, I want to taste you. Or come on my breasts so I can rub it all over my nipples, or inside me so I can feel your cum dripping down your cock out of me."

You swallow audibly and reply, "It's still there. Hard...muscles...I haven't been able to walk around, but I think it's almost worked out. Very soon. Yes, it's almost done," you manage to get out, gritting your teeth.

"Ok sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to fasten your seatbelt." She makes a move to lift the shawl to check the belt and you sit up quickly. 

"It's fastened, don't worry!" Her eyes are drawn to your lap where it's obvious something is happening. The lights are still off so she can't see for sure, but she looks in my direction and we make eye contact. I wink at her and she smiles knowingly at me.

"Alright sir, have a good evening," she says as she walks away just as your legs tense up. 

"Oh God, I'm coming, so hard," you hiss. I push your hand out of the way and continue to stroke you slowly, covering you completely. I feel your cum on my hand and I use it as lubrication. 

Your breathing slows as the lights turn on and the pilot announces, "Flight attendants prepare for landing." My hand is still in your pants and I pull it out slowly. I hold your gaze with mine and I lick my palm. 

"Mmmmm. Delicious. I want more. When we get home?" I ask.

You bark out a hard laugh, "Home, love? You'll be lucky if we make it to the car in the parking garage."

"So, um, I'm take it you're ok with my follow through tonight?" I tease. 

You take my hand during landing and kiss the back of it. "You could say that, yes."



Pushing Boundaries



Disclaimer: This is the first story I've written in many years. It was inspired by an actual lover and his interests. Please... Be gentle, but be honest! Feedback is appreciated. 

Enjoy!

*****

She looked around the room one last time, taking a deep breath to calm her nervous jitters. Everything was exactly as he'd requested. The wine was decanted into a carafe, the ruby liquid catching the soft light and glowing from deep within. Two glasses were waiting next to the carafe. The white postal box with its ubiquitous blue and red stripes was waiting as well; its unknown contents the source of the worst of her nerves. 

There was a small tray on the nightstand, its contents also arranged carefully according to his explicit wishes. No surprises there, though. All of the items were things he'd bought on previous visits, things he'd used to torment, titillate, tease and pleasure her... A small bottle of the lube he preferred, a silk mask, a small collection of dildos and vibrators, nipple clamps, leather cuffs, a small hairbrush paddle, and a towel. 

She shot another nervous glance at the mysterious box on the table and with an effort of will, dismissed it from her thoughts. He would do as he pleased, and no matter how much she resisted, she knew she would, ultimately, submit to the pleasure of serving her man.

A quick look at the bedside clock sent her pulse into overdrive again. Fifteen minutes to 7. She had to be ready and waiting for him by 7, though she knew from experience his schedule often forced delays on him that he could not control. She shuddered slightly, remembering the last time he'd been delayed. His frustration and irritation had made the first moments of his visit tense and stressful as she'd struggled to please him. 

She made a quick trip to the restroom, leaving her clothing folded neatly on the bathroom counter when she was done. She double checked the outfit hanging on the bathroom door and then reentered the bedroom to get ready for him. His instructions this time were slightly different than her usual instructions. Rather than meet him naked, kneeling at the door, he'd instructed her to assume a position on the bed and wait. 

A stacked mound of pillows under her tummy raised her behind into the air, exposing her ass and pussy to the slightly cool air in the room. She shivered a little before her naked body grew used to the temperature, and she lay there, head pillowed on her arms, waiting for her man to arrive. 

He walked quickly down the hall to the room where he knew she was waiting. He was late, much later than he'd expected, and he knew she'd been waiting for some time. He'd checked his watch in the elevator; 8:30. Not the latest he'd ever been, but the time felt like an eternity when he knew she was waiting for him. 

He smiled slightly, the irritation at the delay nothing against the anticipation of what he had in store for her tonight. His pace picked up as he thought about her reaction to the new toy and the new plan and soon he was slipping his key card in the reader and entering the room. 

The scent of the candle burning on the dresser caressed his senses first, the heady aroma of sandalwood and jasmine a balm to his senses. He smiled again, knowing that he should address this small act of independence, but since he liked that she continued to show spirit and a streak of individuality in thoughtful ways that only served his needs, he thought he'd continue to allow it. 

A glance around the room showed that all was ready precisely according to his instructions. Good. She might show occasional bits of independence, but she also knew exactly how to please him and continued to surprise him with her attention to detail and anticipation of his desires. 

He grinned as he noticed the lacy scrap of cheeky panty she'd included in her chosen outfit. She knew he loved her ass in those panties, and the hopefulness of the inclusion of that pair amused him. She much preferred the security of panties under her clothing and he much preferred her bare. Panties had their place, in his opinion, and it certainly wasn't under her dress. 

Perhaps he'd add a reminder to her that his instructions were not negotiable; in spite of the amusement he felt at her attempt, he knew that she'd continue to push this point until he put a stop to it. Although he had a plan for her tonight, they had plenty of time and he could definitely fit corrective instruction into his activities for the evening. 

He left his rolling bag at the side of the dresser and entered the room completely. His groin tightened as he took in the scene before him. He stroked himself absently through his trousers as he approached the bed where she lay waiting. As he suspected might happen, she'd dozed off waiting for him. But that wasn't an issue; he didn't mind if she'd relaxed enough to sleep. That meant her nerves had worn off and she'd be more responsive and comfortable. Tonight that would be more important than most visits.  

Her lovely face was framed by her curls, her features soft with sleep. As always, her makeup was impeccable and tasteful, her luscious lips bare as instructed, pink and inviting. His groin tightened again painfully and he forced his thoughts away from those lips wrapped around his cock. He surveyed her position on the bed with approval. Her ass was raised invitingly, her legs spread slightly to bare her pussy and asshole to him. He was pleased to see the glistening wetness between her thighs; even given her nerves, her body betrayed her anticipation and need. He nodded slightly and turned to the table, pouring a glass of wine before he focused his attention on the box in front of him. 

She awoke slowly, to a growing need. Her clit was throbbing with pleasure and her body thrumming with desire. She came fully awake suddenly, panic making her gasp, though she forced herself to remain still on the bed. 

"You're awake. Finally," a mocking masculine voice said above her. She tensed briefly before she detected the amusement in the tone and relaxed. 

"I'm sorry, sir. I did not intend to sleep. I will make any amends you require." 

He gave in and laughed, "No, girl, you were lovely in your sleep, and you will need the nap for tonight's activities. I'm glad you were relaxed enough to sleep." She felt him move behind her as he spoke, then warm wetness spread across her ass and dripped down to coat her asshole and pussy. 

Before she could wonder what he intended, she felt his finger stroke her asshole and she struggled briefly not to tense up. She was so afraid of the pain of anal play, but he loved it so much and he always made it pleasurable after the pain. He nodded in silent approval of her triumph over the struggle he knew she'd feel and pushed forward without speaking. 

He slid his lube coated finger into her ass without hesitation, stroking her flesh fully once, twice, a third time before adding a second finger. She hissed softly as her asshole stretched around him, but she was used to this and waited for her body to accommodate his probing fingers. He stroked again, once, twice and on the third added his ring finger. He didn't even pause this time and continued to stretch her ass around his fingers. He could see her pussy responding to his ministrations, even if she was still struggling to be comfortable with the intrusion. 

"That's my girl," he spoke encouragingly, knowing she would respond well to the praise. He needed her relaxed for this next part. She relaxed fully against his hand and allowed herself to accept the pleasure he was bringing to her. As he felt her relax, he slid his fingers in and out one more full stroke before pulling out completely and replacing them with the plug he'd retrieved from the box on the table. 

He knew she'd have panicked if she'd seen it beforehand, which is why he'd sent it by mail and instructed her to leave it for him to open. Before her asshole could begin to tighten up again, he doused her with lube and pushed the huge plug against her ass. She took more than half its length before its girth was larger than he'd stretched her. She tensed up and moaned, trying hard not to beg him to stop. She knew he would if she really meant it and used her safeword, but she knew he would be tremendously disappointed. She also trusted him to know what she could take and so fought to relax again and allow him to do what he wanted to do.

He paused only momentarily as she struggled to accept the plug in her ass. He judged her struggle and then resumed the pressure on the plug into her ass. He could feel when she relaxed, and her sphincter softened slightly allowing the plug to stretch her to accommodate it. 

He dripped lube on it again and with one last, steady push, shoved the plug's flare through the barrier of her sphincter. He felt it settle into place, her asshole immediately tightening around the neck of the plug, the base's jewel winking and gleaming in the soft light of the room. He smiled to see it; the pretty jewelry nestled in the thick flesh of her ass. 

He wiped his hand on the towel and with a thoughtful frown, picked up the hairbrush paddle on the nightstand before dropping the towel back on the tray. He returned to his stance at the foot of the bed and spoke softly, "Girl, we have more to do tonight, and I am pleased that you did not resist me in this first thing. It is important to me, as you know, that your ass be trained and ready for me at all times, and this plug will be a good start to that goal. As always, I will have a photo for you of what we've done tonight, and in the future we will add this to the things you will do to be ready for me when I visit." 

He paused and she replied immediately, "Yes, sir, thank you sir for helping me learn how to serve you." 

He allowed a smile at her response to flit quickly across his features before the stern frown creased his forehead again. "Girl, you need to understand, though, that when I give you instructions, I expect them to be followed every time the way I've shown you. You are not to add or subtract from those instructions, even if what I want from you makes you uncomfortable. We will always be pushing your limits and discomfort is part of that process. I saw the panties you included with your dress for this evening, and you know that I do not allow panties under your clothing." 

He watched her body slump in surrender and he knew she'd truly hoped her choice would be allowed. He nodded once and without another word, he swung the hairbrush paddle against her asscheek. She shrieked once, then bit the sound off with a sob, "I'm sorry, sir, it will not happen again." He struck her other cheek with the paddle and she jumped, her cheeks clenching with the pain, but she successfully smothered any cry of pain. 

He proceeded to slap the paddle against each cheek in turn, giving her a full ten strokes on each cheek. By the end, her ass was red hot and swollen, ridges forming where the edges of the paddle caught her flesh. He knew she'd bruise and sit gingerly for a couple of days, but she really needed to understand that his word in this relationship was law. 

Tears were running down her face and she sobbed silently as he finished, and she hiccupped slightly before she spoke, voice hoarse from the effort of holding her cries silently, "Thank you, sir, for helping me understand my error. I will not make the mistake again." He nodded and dropped the paddle on the nightstand and walked over to the chair by the table, dropping into it and picking up his wineglass. He gulped down a generous swallow, hoping the alcohol would help him control the raging hard on and he regarded her for a long moment before he said, "You're welcome, girl. Now get dressed and we will go for dinner." 

She straightened slowly to her knees, wincing with pain, then stopped, hesitating before asking softly, "Sir, the plug... Will that stay?" His cock surged to hardness again as he realized her fear and he steadied himself. "Come here, girl. Get down off that bed and crawl to me." She got off the bed, avoiding sitting down, and dropped to her hands and knees and scrambled to kneel in front of him. 

"Look at me," he growled. 

She looked up, her lovely, tear streaked face troubled in the soft light. "That plug is going to stay in until I take it out. Do not question me again; I don't want to paddle you again so soon, but I will absolutely paddle you if you question me again." She nodded immediately, tears glistening again in her eyes, "Yes, sir. I am so sorry, sir." He picked up his wineglass in one hand and gestured at his very obviously tented trousers with the other. "Take care of this first, girl, then get yourself cleaned up and dressed. We have reservations."

She immediately reached for his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them before reaching in and freeing his hard cock. She licked her lips once, then rose up on her knees and took him in her mouth. She suckled him hard, sliding those lips down his length until he was fully engulfed in her hungry depths, the head of his cock nudging the back of her throat. 

He reached out and tangled his hand in her hair, pushing her face down hard. She gagged and coughed but took him, her hands moving to her lower back, clasping each other behind her back as she used her body's leverage to move her up and down his cock. He relaxed his pressure but didn't let go of her hair as she sucked hard on his cock, suckling to keep her drool from staining his trousers as she took him to full depth with each deep stroke. 

He didn't even try to resist the pleasure of her lips and tongue on his flesh and with only a few strokes he groaned deeply and released himself into her throat, shoving her head down hard on him as he came. She swallowed frantically, taking him all, and as he finished, she suckled him softly as she came off his cock, making sure all his cum was cleaned up and swallowed and that any saliva was removed. 

He let go of her hair and she sat up, lips and mouth red and swollen with the effort of sucking him off, a small drop of cum glistening on the corner of her mouth. He felt his flesh stir with desire again as her tongue came out and licked up the drop and he gestured over to the towel on the nightstand before taking a deep drink of wine. 

She crawled over to the nightstand and retrieved the towel, the jewel in her red, swollen ass winking with every step and he smiled in anticipation of the rest of the evening. She returned, breasts swaying with her movements and cleaned him up with the towel. He flicked fingers at her and she turned to crawl to the bathroom and clean herself and get dressed. He smiled at the sight again, knowing she chose to crawl to the bathroom to make amends for her doubt with the best sight of his handiwork and he knew the rest of the night would be exactly as he'd planned. 

******

He watched her avidly all during dinner. She was absolutely beautiful this evening; her dress was flattering and lovely, soft folds flowing around her legs, décolleté tastefully presented in its surplice neckline, diamond pendant on her discrete collar winking in the low light in the restaurant. 

She'd repaired her makeup well and swept her hair up, but he could see that her eyes were still a little puffy and swollen. The evidence of her previous tears was not evident to anyone but him, and the sight made him yearn to see her cry again. There was something very lovely about her blue eyes filled with tears of helpless pleasure or helpless desire, and he hoped to see it again once they were alone in private. 

But he had to admit her physical beauty was eclipsed by her struggle to sit comfortably. Again evident only to him, her infinitesimal movements to rest on her bruised, welted, sore ass and accommodate the jeweled plug stretching and filling her ass were threatening to make it very difficult for him to stand up... His cock was currently rock hard under the napkin in his lap and he was going to have to think of something to be able to get up from the table without the entire restaurant seeing the evidence of his desire for his girl. 

He smiled at her discomfort as they finished their meal and with a superhuman effort of will, forced his flesh to obey as they stood to leave. She stood with slightly less than her usual grace, stiffness from her earlier punishment making her movements awkward to his eyes. She smiled tremulously at him and bowed her head slightly in deference, waiting for his lead. He touched her arm to indicate she should precede him and he fell into step just to her side and led her out of the restaurant, his hand firmly on her elbow. 

They made their way back to the car, her steps growing easier as they walked. He'd parked toward the back of the lot on purpose, part of the next step of his plan. They reached the vehicle and she stopped by the passenger door, waiting for him as she'd been taught. 

He paused, then pointed to the hood of the car, "Bend over the side of the car and raise your skirt for me." 

To her credit, she hesitated only a second before complying, resting her torso on the car and reaching behind her to flip her skirt up, baring her legs and ass to him. He glanced around quickly to assure their privacy... There were a handful of cars nearby, but nothing so close that he wouldn't have notice if someone approached. Good. He smiled a little wickedly and waited, knowing she would get antsy if what he planned didn't happen - and end - quickly. 

True to form, as he watched, she started to fidget slightly, making the jewel still in her ass jump and wiggle as her muscles clenched around it. He watched her force her flesh to relax, and he knew she was hoping he'd remove the jewel. He laughed to himself at the thought; no, she'd be wearing that jewel for some time yet. 

Finally he walked up behind her and without touching her anywhere else, he took one finger and traced the welts on her ass, the bruising starting to form around them. He pushed lightly against the largest welt, making her jump slightly, then removed his hand completely, pausing before he reached out and cupped her pussy with his hand. His hand was immediately soaked with her juices and he leaned forward, using two fingers to pinch her clit, hard. 

"So you want me, do you, girl? After I beat you, after I filled your ass, after I forced you to go bare under your dress? You still want me to fill that pussy with my cock and my cum, don't you?" 

She whimpered at the harsh tone of his voice and nodded, "Yes, sir. I am yours to do whatever you please. Your pleasure is my desire." 

He let her clit go and she moaned softly as it throbbed as the blood rushed back to the abused flesh. "Good girl. Remember that, and maybe you won't have to sit through another dinner with a bruised ass." 

He slapped the bruised flesh, making her clench her teeth and moan, but her body betrayed her desire, her back arching and baring her pussy more fully to him. He looked around again and unzipped his trousers. He'd need to release himself again if he were going to last the rest of this night. 

He stroked his hot, hard flesh once before leaning over her again, "If you cum without permission, girl, I will paddle your ass again and you will end this night without another release and you will go without release until I'm in town again." 

She whimpered again and nodded, "Yes sir." 

He nodded and resumed his position behind her, then in one full, hard thrust, shoved himself fully inside her, sheathing himself to the hilt in her wet, hot, tight depths. He reached around once and pinched her clit again, hard, twisting it cruelly before letting it go. 

He could feel her tense around him, struggling not to cum, and satisfied she'd control herself, he slid himself almost all the way out and then slammed back into her. She grunted as the plug was pushed farther into her, but pushed back against him to take him deeper. He responded by slapping her ass again, then stroked himself hard in and out of her again, feeling his balls tighten in response. One more good, hard, stroke and he shoved himself deeply in her and came, filling her pussy with his cum. 




Pushing Boundaries



He rested there briefly, hands on her hips. She waited obediently, eyes closed. He withdrew slowly, a rush of cum following him as he exited her pussy. He watched it flow, then drip off her flesh to the ground. He reached out and cupped her pussy, squeezing it shut, holding his cum in her pussy. 

When he let go again, her flesh was completely coated in his semen, glistening with it, but no longer dripping. With a sadistic smile, he slapped her ass again, hard, then flipped her skirt down to cover the jewel and her sloppy cunt. He unlocked her door and opened it, and started around to his side, "Get in the car, girl, and don't get your mess on the seat." 

As he got in his side, he watched her get in gingerly, then scoot down so that her ass balanced on the edge of the seat, similar to the position he liked to put her in when they traveled in the car; the full position exposed her to drivers in vehicles taller than them when her skirt was flipped back and he loved to watch her finger herself while other drivers could see. 

It gave him an idea and so as they pulled out of the driveway and onto the highway back to the hotel, he gave her new instructions without taking his eyes off the road, "I want you to bare yourself and play with that sloppy pussy. You do not have permission to cum, at all, but I want those fingers on your snatch keeping it wet until we get back to the room." 

She immediately flipped her skirt back and bared her pussy, knees spread apart. She reached down and slid a finger through his sticky cum and circled her clit. She closed her eyes in concentration as she fingered herself, alternating between teasing her clit and sliding in and out of her wet cunt. 

She resisted the urge to reach down and feel the plug in her ass. She knew he'd see and respond and she didn't want to feel the paddle again tonight. She brought herself to the edge with her fingers again and again, each time sliding her fingers down into her hole to keep from cumming. 

Relief spread over her as they pulled into the hotel and she could stop; it was getting harder and harder not to cum. Her clit was throbbing hard, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to walk inside without having an orgasm. As if he read her mind, he parked the car and turned it off, then reached between her legs and grabbed her clit with two fingers again, pinching it so hard she got lightheaded. He watched her intently as she struggled not to cum or faint and then twisted it hard and painfully, saying only, "Cum, girl." 

She let go with a cry and her body pulsed around her twisted clit, her pussy flooding with her own cum and dripping down to soak the skirt of her dress. Limp with release, she waited in that position as he let go and got out of the car. He got to her side and opened the door, watching in amusement as she struggled to sit up and cover herself for the walk to the room. 

She managed to sit up with a wince and then stand, shaking her skirt out to cover her bare flesh. Luckily, the dress was dark and the wet fabric in the back didn't show as she walked. He led her into the hotel and onto the elevator, watching with amusement as she struggled to walk steadily and gracefully. He knew her flesh was sore and aching from all the abuse it had suffered so far and he hoped she was ready for the rest of the evening. He knew she trusted him and he knew she could take what he had planned, he only hoped she would rise to the challenge. 

*****

As the door to the room snicked shut behind them, he led the way back into their room. He strode over to the table and dropped into the chair, pouring two glasses of wine. He picked his up and pointed silently to the other. She crossed to him and picked it up, taking a healthy gulp of the fortifying liquid. 

She closed her eyes and sighed deeply in relief, thankful to be back in the privacy of their room. She knew he'd never let anything happen to hurt her, but those public situations he liked to put her in tested her limits. She resisted the urge for a second sip and put the glass down, knowing she had tasks to complete. 

She turned to straighten the room, replacing the paddle on the tray on the nightstand with a shiver, and then remade the bed. She picked up the towel and brought it to the bathroom. While there, she stripped and carefully added her dress to the pile of clothing on the counter, and slid her shoes off and tucked them under the counter. 

She surveyed her appearance, repairing anything out of place, then took the pins from her hair, shaking her short curls down to brush her shoulders. She left her jewelry on, the diamonds at her throat and ears twinkling in the light. They were beautiful pieces, selected carefully by him and worn by her as marks of his ownership. She touched the pendant at her throat briefly, then returned to the bedroom to kneel at his feet. She clasped her hands behind her back, slid her knees wide apart to bare herself to him, and bowed her head slightly, awaiting his next move.

He watched her straighten the room and put everything to rights. As she disappeared into the bathroom, he swallowed the last of his glass of wine and refilled it, topping hers off as well. He reviewed the night so far with satisfaction. 

Beyond the minor diversion of punishment, she'd done exceptionally well. There hadn't been a serious resistance to his instructions in some time, and tonight was no exception. Even her hesitations were fewer and shorter and she'd learned to master her fear. Yes, she was ready for the rest of the evening. 

While she got herself ready, he pulled four short lengths of nylon straps with clips on each end from his rolling case. He attached one strap to each corner of the bed, then pulled the pillows back out and put them where she'd had them before. He resumed his seat, sipping at the excellent wine as he waited for her to return. 

When she did, she looked only at him as she approached, dropping to her knees gracefully and assuming her pose in front of him. He wished he could see the jewel in her ass from this position, but he could certainly imagine it between those thick ass cheeks, sparkling between her feet in the back. He grew hard again as he watched her spread herself to him and could see her still wet pussy glisten in the light. His body certainly liked to see her covered in his semen, wet and ready for his every desire, he thought ruefully as his cock tightened painfully at the sight. 

He reached forward and tipped her chin up with a finger, meeting her eyes as she faced him. He saw only curiosity and desire in her eyes, and he smiled. "You've exceeded my expectations tonight, pet. I think you deserve to finish your wine before we proceed." 

He reached with the other hand without looking and snagged her glass, bringing it between them. She took it from him and as he sat back and watched her, she sipped from the glass, allowing herself to savor the heady aroma of the wine and the rich taste of the alcohol sliding down her throat. She felt pleasure at having pleased him and sipped her wine slowly in satisfaction. 

As she finished, he took her glass and set it down, turning back to her, "Are you ready, girl? We are going to push your limits very hard tonight. I expect the same obedience from you that I have gotten so far. You have your safeword, but I hope not to hear it from you tonight." 

She nodded and replied, "Yes, sir. I am ready. I am yours to take as you desire." 

At that, he allowed himself a smile at her, and then said, "Good. Then get on the bed. Please put the sleep mask on and position yourself on your stomach again with your arms out and your legs spread." 

She got to her feet gracefully; he was glad to note that her stiffness was abating and she'd obviously grown accustomed to the plug in her ass. He was about to push on that limit and he needed her comfortable for at least the start. She got on the bed and got herself positioned and waited for him to come to her.

He watched her get settled and surveyed the scene. He picked up a cushion from the suite's sofa and approached the bed. 

"Pick yourself up some, pet," he instructed. 

She lifted her middle up and he pushed the extra cushion under her. He stepped back and looked again and nodded with satisfaction. The extra cushion brought her ass up high, and her ass cheeks naturally fell apart, baring the jewel in her asshole completely. As an added bonus, her pussy was completely open to him as well. She wriggled a little to settle herself then was still, waiting on him. 

He walked around to the nightstand and picked up her cuffs. He wrapped the first around her wrist, snapped it to the waiting strap, then proceeded quickly to secure her ankles and other wrist. The straps were taut and there wasn't much play, but he didn't want her to be able to squirm off the pillows underneath her. 

He swatted her ass playfully just to make her cheeks jiggle and the jewel dance. She gasped and wiggled, but stayed put. He retrieved his camera and a little jar from his rolling bag and unscrewed the lid as he approached her. The aroma of oranges and vanilla wafted out to his nose and he scooped a little of the creamy stuff on a finger and daubed it lightly on her exposed tissues, making sure to completely cover her clit and the sensitive tissues stretched tight around the plug. 

He recapped the jar and set it aside and snapped a few photos before he put the camera down and picked up the remote vibrating egg he usually made her wear when they went out for dinner... He'd given her a little break earlier, since the plug was a new distraction. But going forward, he thought he'd enjoy watching her deal with both holes being occupied while they were out in public. 

He smiled as he slid the egg deeply inside her, pushing it as far as he could get it to go. He slid his fingers out then toyed with the remote, watching to see if the cream he'd applied was working yet. It was just another moment before she groaned deeply and her bottom started to twitch; yes, the g-spot cream was doing its job, setting her sensitive tissues on fire with sensation and prickles. Her body continued to twitch and move of its own volition and he turned the remote on, activating the egg inside her pussy. 

She jumped as it started to vibrate, moaning again, her hips moving more actively as the vibrations spread through her flesh. He knew the little vibe would seriously agitate the metal plug in her ass, and he watched intently as he turned the setting up to its powerful, highest setting. Indeed, she started trying to grind her clit against the pillows beneath it, her ass waving and swaying as she tried to get satisfaction from the devilish sensations plaguing her flesh. 

He stepped forward and swatted her hard across the ass, catching the plug with the strike. She cried out and jumped, visibly struggling to still her body and stop the involuntary motions. 

He leaned forward and spoke harshly, "I told you, if you cum without permission, you will not cum again until I visit again. And if you make any more noise that might disturb the other hotel guests, I will gag you. Am I understood?" 

"Yes, sir," she gasped, and with one mighty effort stilled herself. 

She trembled with the effort of resisting the insane sensation of the cream on her flesh, but she knew he meant what he said. She hated the gag, and she knew she didn't want to wait what could be months to have another orgasm. She would not disappoint him again. 

He nodded with satisfaction as he watched her immediately comply with his instructions and bring herself under control. He'd tested out that cream; he knew she was in an agony of desire and sensation and he was proud of her level of control over herself.  

He ran his hands over her bruised ass. His nostrils flared with lust; her flesh was beautiful marked with the evidence of his control and mastery. The jewel in her ass was as beautiful to him as the diamond at her throat. He wished she could wear it forever, publicly, so everyone could see that he owned her, all of her, but he knew that couldn't happen. 

He smiled ruefully at such fanciful notions then stepped forward again. He picked up another powerful vibe and turned it on. He touched it to the plug in her ass, doubling the vibrations she was getting on the invading metal in her asshole. She groaned deeply but quietly, her body dipping into the pillows, her ass lifting up to meet him. He kept the vibrations up, until she was quivering on the edge of losing control. 

He stepped back, watching her quiver while he stripped. His cock sprang free from his pants, hard as a rock. It strained toward her, obviously ready to take her to the next level. He shook his head at his body's response and picked the vibe up again. He touched her plug again, watching her body respond immediately. Her pussy started dripping and he knew the little egg vibe inside her was keeping her on the edge. 

He reached forward and grasped the plug in her ass. The lube was next to him, but he didn't think he'd need it; her body was so ready for him. Without letting go of the vibe, he braced against the plug and in one smooth, hard, fluid movement, he pulled it from her ass. She mewled in pain as the flare passed her sphincter again, but he was proud to see she didn't tense up or resist. 

Her asshole gaped open before him and he dropped both vibe and plug to the bed beside her. He stepped forward and impaled her on his cock, sliding his entire length into her asshole in one swift, smooth motion. There was no resistance from her ready flesh. Her body tightened itself to fit around him and sheathed him in hot, tight, slick tissue. 

She didn't cry out; she simply sighed in complete submission and desire and pushed back against him. His balls slapped wetly against her pussy, her fluids soaking him instantly. He rested against her briefly, savoring the feel of her tight ass around his cock. He slid back slowly, unsheathing himself until his head stopped against the resistance of her sphincter. He paused again for a heartbeat, and then pushed forward hard, fingers digging hard into her hips as he pulled her back against him with his thrust. 

She did not resist, surrendering to him the control he obviously wanted. He stroked out and in again, picking up the pace until he was slamming violently into her with each stroke, her ass rippling with each stroke, her pussy continuing to flow with juices, his balls smacking wetly against it. He could feel himself tightening, and knew he was going to cum. 

He reached around and pinched her clit, knowing it would push her to the edge again. He wanted to feel her ripple with orgasm on his cock, wanted her ass to tighten on him so that they could share the powerful, violent, painful orgasm waiting to happen. 

He twisted her clit hard, and growled at her, "Cum, girl. Fucking cum hard, now." 

She cried out and as her muscles contracted with orgasm, he could no longer feel the vibrating egg, but only her muscles on him. He growled deeply and slammed one last time into her, emptying himself into her ass. He waited a long moment, then withdrew, taking the egg with him until she lay trembling on the bed alone, ass and pussy gaping with the leftovers of invasion and orgasm, his cum flowing from her ass, slowing as her sphincter went back to normal, dripping down to mix with her juices on the bed below her. 

He picked up the camera again and snapped some photos of her complete satiated submission and, satisfied, put the camera down again. He unsnapped the straps from the cuffs and let them fall, then picked up his wine glass and drained it. 

He looked at her again and smiled, then said, "I'm going to take a shower, girl. Get yourself up and come with me." 

She groaned a bit, and then stirred, moving stiffly off the bed. He left her to get herself together and got into the shower, turning the hot water up to temp and surveying himself in the mirror while he waited on her. She appeared very quickly, her hair mussed and wrists and ankles red from the cuffs, obviously still disoriented after her intense experience. 

He got in the shower and made a couple of minute adjustments before beckoning her in and pointing to the ground at his feet in the shower. She complied, settling on the wet floor of the shower, knees as wide as she could get them in the shower stall, hands behind her, water running over her flesh and rinsing away the cum and juices still on her body. 

He knew this part would seriously push her buttons and limits, but it was the last test of the evening and he hoped she'd triumph; she'd be his, mind, body and soul if she managed to overcome her fear. He looked at her closely, watching her let the water wash over her. Her curls straightened out and flowed down her back and he enjoyed the pleasure she got from being at his feet and washing clean. 

His cock twitched briefly, but it was satiated; it would be a little bit before it would respond fully again. But he didn't need to be hard for this next part. 

He smiled down at her, "Pet, I am so pleased with you tonight. But I have one last test, and I need you to trust me fully. You know I'd never harm you, but I am going to mark you as mine, fully and completely. Are you ready?" 

She opened her eyes and gazed up at him, nodding slowly, "Yes, sir. You are my master and I trust you." 

He allowed the smile to broaden with his pleasure at her response and said, "Then we are ready." 

His hand circled his cock and as she watched, he turned the water off then aimed at her and released a strong, steady stream of urine at her. It splattered on her face, then down across her breasts and belly, flowing down until it dripped from her into the base of the shower. He watched her accept his urine and let it flow, showing no disgust or fear. 

He said, "Now, girl, I want you to pee. Let it go, right there where you kneel." 

She closed her eyes to concentrate and he waited, knowing her flesh was swollen and sore, and shortly she released a strong stream of urine, visible from where he stood watching, and it pooled beneath her to mix with what was left of his urine and flow down the drain. 

His body responded with another urge to urinate and he turned to her and urinated on her again, and this time, she closed her eyes and simply tilted her head back and opened her mouth, inviting him to mark her again, to violate her very self with his urine. 

Slightly surprised and very pleased by her absolute submission to him, he turned his flow to her face and watched her let the urine puddle in her mouth and flow across her face and nose and closed eyes. He contemplated asking her to swallow it, with absolute certainty for the first time that she would without hesitation. But the certainty allowed him to tell her, "Turn your face down, girl, and let your mouth empty. I am pleased with your willingness to take all of me." 

She complied and he turned the water back on. She raised her face when her mouth was empty and allowed the water to rinse her face and mouth and hair, then opened her eyes to gaze at him adoringly. He handed her the body wash and cloth and watched as she lathered it up and washed him, carefully cleaning all of his skin, standing to get his shoulders, chest and back, before holding her hand out for the shampoo bottle. He handed it to her and turned around, and she deftly washed his hair and rinsed it in the water before putting the bottle down and quickly washing herself and her hair. 

As he watched her, she finished and turned to him. He turned the water off and opened the door; she stepped out and grabbed a towel, turning to wait for him to exit the shower. When he did, she quickly dried him off and stepped aside so that he could exit the bathroom. She handed him a second, dry towel to wrap around himself, then busied herself drying her own body. 




Pushing Boundaries



She left the bathroom and entered the dark room, the only light next to the bed where he lay. The empty side next to him had been turned invitingly down. All of the toys had been packed away, and he patted the bed next to him. She crawled under the covers next to him and fitted her body against his. He tweaked a nipple playfully and she jumped and laughed, then settled herself in his protective arms. She slipped into a doze as he watched, and he settled in to sleep with his girl in his arms, knowing that she was his forever, fully, no barriers or limits between them. He wondered briefly what was in store for their future, what new tests he could set for her, before slipping into sleep himself.



Pushing Boundaries



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All characters are 18 years or older.

This story can be read as a stand-alone and is my homage to all of the Strip Poker stories on Literotica I have enjoyed over the years. If you would like to read more about the main characters, please check out Pushing Buttons in the First Time category. This story contains elements of anal, exhibitionism, group (mmf and mff), mild reluctance, toys, lesbian, and of course lots of sex. 

Austin, Alanna and their housemates play Strip Poker on a rainy day and everyone gets frisky.

Thanks to Antematter for the oversight on my Canadianisms. 

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"Austin. Wake up."

It's not that I'm lazy. Sure I've missed a few college classes over the years from sleeping in, but the past two weeks I've been sleeping in more often for a very good reason.

I slowly blinked open my eyes and was quick to sit up when I saw Alanna standing in my bedroom doorway. My best friend since we were kids, we'd been inseparable and ended up as housemates in college. The reason I was sleeping in so much was that two weeks ago Alanna and I started fucking. I'd been in love with her for years, but she had been a gold star lesbian and I had thought she was never interested in me in 'that way.'

Turned out I was very wrong.

Alanna stood in my doorway with a towel around her waist, fresh from the shower. Her thick blonde hair was dark and damp, hanging in ringlets over her bare shoulders; beads of water clinging to her arms and thick, athletic body. Her large breasts were high and proud on her chest, slightly outthrust as she smirked at me, dark pink nipples hard in the open air.

"Morning, beautiful," I said.

Without a word Alanna stepped over to my bed and dropped the towel at her waist, slipping under the covers I held up for her. Naked body pressed into mine, she kissed me firmly, a teasing smile on her lips as she felt my already swollen dick harden next to her thigh.

"I love you." It slipped out.

Alanna blinked and I almost panicked. Practically twenty years as best friends and two weeks as lovers, but neither of us had ever said those words. At least not like that, and not to each other.

What the fuck is wrong with me!?! I screamed in my head.

That first night together, Alanna had told me she didn't want to see or date other people. It wasn't a 'let's go steady and be exclusive' or even a 'boyfriend/girlfriend' talk; we'd decided to sneak around a bit and not even let our other housemates know because Alanna had said it would be our only chance to do that. Everything pointed to us being together, but I might have just royally fucked that up.

Alanna's slightly stunned expression shifted to one of delight and she squeezed us closer together. "I love you too, Butthead." As she kissed me again it felt like my heart was beating a mile a minute in my throat, forced there by a swarm of butterflies taking over my stomach and chest.

She loved me.

"We need to talk about something though."

The heaven I was experiencing came to a crashing halt like a DJ ripping a record track. "Okay," I said slowly, filled with trepidation.

"Austin, I really, really love you. You are the only guy in the entire world for me. I want to grow old and have gross ninety-year old sex with you. But there's something you can't give me. The other thing I really love is pussy."

My mind, after two dramatic 180 degree turns from panicked to elated and back, was having a hard time catching up. "So you want to date other girls?"

"No, well not really. I just want to fuck other girls. The only relationship I want is with you."

I was scrambling to try and figure out how I felt about this. On the very physical hand, I mean... sproinnnggg. I had always fantasized about Alanna with other girls because she had often described her sapphic pursuits to me. Only recently had I found out she'd been doing that to try and spur me into making a move on her and I was too dumb to do it. My mind was also saying yes; I knew Alanna was bisexual, or lesbian with me as an exception or something, so saying yes to this and keeping her happy was the right and fair thing to do.

Still, my heart was screaming no. Or more appropriately, 'Hell to the no!' I'd finally reconciled the love of my life with reality. Alanna had been through a dozen relationships since coming out as a lesbian in the 10th grade. What were the chances she hooked up with some girl and a cosmic event revealed they were deeper soul mates than we were? What if I lost Alanna right after I finally got her?

"Ok." The answer came from the part of me that was envisioning the sapphic pursuits Alanna used to tell me about. And my penis in the middle of them.

"Ok?" Her eyes had gotten big and her hands were resting on my chest as we lay next to each other. "Do... do you want to have sex with other people too?"

"I've never been that person," I said. "I don't even know if I could. Sure I've fantasized about other girls, but it's always been you."

I'm such a schmuck.

Alanna quirked an eyebrow slightly. "What if I want you to fuck other girls with me?"

Uh, what? Come again?

"Uhm," I stumbled over my words and thoughts, "Yes?"

She just smiled and curled into me, her hands slipping around my back as she buried her face in my chest. After a long moment of silence she asked, "So who do you want first? We know a lot of hotties."

************

We stood at the front bay window of our house, six roommates looking out at the torrential downpour. In all honesty we had needed the rain, but did it have to come on our Housemate Bonding Day? Beth, who had planned our outing, was forlornly holding the full picnic basket she had packed that morning when the sky had still been clear and blue.

"Monopoly?" Josh, our only other male housemate, asked the room.

We all groaned.

"Risk?" Josh loved board games and we had all played at least a few rounds with him since the start of the school year. His most recent suggestion was met with more groans. At least he wasn't suggesting one of his strange non-mainstream I-bought-it-online-from-korea games.

"What about something cool like blackjack or poker?" Malena asked. We all raised our eyebrows and made 'that's a pretty good idea' faces. Malena flashed her all american, girl next door smile and brushed a lock of her light brunette hair from her face. After Alanna, Malena had been on the top of my 'would date' list but I had never pursued her. Always telling myself it was because we lived together, deep down I'd known it was because I'd been holding out hope.

"How about we picnic inside and play cards?" I suggested. "We could move all the furniture and sit on the floor in the common area."

"And drink," Beth smiled, setting down the picnic basket. "Break out your booze, no flasks required."

We all laughed and quickly got to work moving the couches as far to the outside of our little living room as possible, clearing the center of the room for Beth to spread out the classic red-and-white checked blanket. While Alanna, Ricki and Josh disappeared up to their rooms or the kitchen to grab alcohol, Malena and I helped Beth start setting out the food she had made up. It wasn't a gourmet feast by any means, we were college students after all, but the sandwiches looked good and she had splurged a bit on chocolate bars and snack-sized bags of chips for us.

It only took a couple of minutes for us to be sitting in a circle and eating our sandwiches, red plastic cups filled with coke and our chosen liquor or a beer in every hand. I drained the last mouthful of my second beer as a boom of thunder rolled over the house, the weather outside unabating. "So," I asked, "What are we going to play for? We need to bet something."

"Snacks," Ricki said, gesturing to the chocolate and chips laying in front of her crossed legs. "Anything unopened counts as a point."

"Mmpgh," Josh grunted indignantly, his mouth full from having just shoved a handful of chips in.

"I like it," Alanna said, "Let's divide everything evenly though. Josh is gonna lose fast enough." 

The girls snickered as Josh washed down his mouthful and started to say something before sighing and giving up. Instead he grabbed the deck of cards he had brought out from his room and started shuffling as we evened up the snack items - everyone got a combination of five bags of chips or chocolate bars once it was all doled out properly.

The first hand took a while to finish because, as it turned out, we needed to clarify the rules on several counts. We all knew what poker hands were generally, but when Beth said 'hit me' on her first turn we realized we needed to sort some things out.

"Alright, the game is five card draw," Malena explained. "I learned from watching poker on TV so if anyone thinks I'm wrong, say something. We each get five cards face down, like we have now." Josh had also assumed we were playing 'regular' poker and had dealt as such. "Once you look at your cards we do a round of betting. We won't play with blinds or antes since we don't have a lot of snacks for betting. After betting, we can each discard as many cards as we want and draw new cards to replace them. Another round of betting and then we reveal."

We all nodded our tacit understanding of how we were going to play and the game was on. We had to reiterate the rules for ourselves a couple of times during the first hand and no one folded, so when Ricki turned over three of a kind she raked in twelve snacks, making her the rich bitch of the game.

"I knew it," Josh said accusingly, "Ricki's been too quiet, she's trying to shark us."

"I am not!" The brunette rugby player complained. "I got lucky."

"Sure," I teased, "We'll see who ends up winning all the snacks."

We all got our third, or in Beth and Alanna's cases fourth, drinks together and Josh dealt the next hand. I had a pair of twos in hand with an ace high, which wasn't great but had a bit of promise, so I tossed in my last bag of chips, leaving me with a pair of Mr. Big chocolate bars. Everyone but Josh also tossed in a snack, our dealer deciding to fold early. I tossed in my other two cards, keeping the twos and the ace, and had to hide my smile as I looked down at an eight and a second ace. Two pairs!

Alanna was leading the betting this hand and cautiously put in a second snack, forcing everyone but Ricki to raise and leave themselves with only one snack left. I was next and squinted at Alanna, trying to judge her reaction, but she just batted her eyes at me and made our roommates laugh.

"I call," I said, tossing in one of my chocolate bars.

Malena, on my other side, folded. Ricki casually tossed in another bag of chips, her mound of winnings daunting on the floor beside her. Little Beth, her eyes darting from the pot to the hand of cards in front of her, played her tongue over her lip ring a few times before setting both of her remaining snacks into the pot. "All in?"

I groaned, echoed by Alanna. Ricki laughed and shrugged, not waiting to toss in another one of her snacks to match the bet. Technically it was Alanna's turn, and she hemmed and hawed over whether to throw in her last snack. If either of us did and we lost, we were out of the game.

"I call, all in too," She finally said, putting her last chocolate bar into the pile.

I looked to my cards again. Two pair, twos and aces. It was a good hand, but with both Alanna and Beth all in, what were the chances they had something better? I took a deep breath and glanced forlornly at my lone remaining Crunch bar. One more hand could keep me in the game. "I fold," I groaned, tossing my cards face down to Josh.

"Alright," he said, looking to the three girls still in the hand. "Let's see who won."

Beth flipped her cards, revealing two pair of eights and nines and I suppressed another groan; I would have beaten that hand. Ricki just shook her head and laughed, tossing her cards to Josh face down - she hadn't beaten Beth. Alanna was grinning like a fiend though, turning over her cards. Three of a kind in fours, the winning hand.

"Whoo!" Alanna catcalled, reaching out and pulling her hefty pot back to her seat. "I'm rich I tell ya. Make it rain!" She tossed some bags of chips in the air as most of us laughed. Beth, sitting across the circle, was not pleased.

"Well I guess I'm out," she sighed, taking the last sip of her rum and coke and starting to pour herself another.

"Aw, poor baby Piercings is all sad she lost." Alanna called Beth 'Piercings' because she was fairly liberal with her body adornments. Sporting multiple piercings along the rim of each ear, Beth also had two small silver eyebrow rings, a septum piercing in her nose and her lip ring. She'd also shown off her tongue piercing before, though that one wasn't readily apparent. "Don't worry, I'll spot you some snacks so you can keep playing, but it's gonna cost you."

Beth finished mixing her drink and rolled her eyes at Alanna, "Alright, I don't just want to watch. What do you want?"

Alanna smirked and leaned into the circle, stage whispering, "I'll give you three snacks for your bra."

I know my reaction was something along the lines of raising my eyebrows and pursing my lips in surprise, and I saw Josh's mouth hang open for a long moment as he tried to process the deal that was forming as well.

"Oooh, I'm gonna need another beer," Malena laughed, handing another one to Ricki as well.

Beth was an outgoing girl and a tomboy - she played bass in our garage band along with Josh on vocals. Since I had met her in our first year of college she'd always been a troublemaker but I'd never seen her do something quite so risky as this. All she had on were a pair of knee-length shorts she'd made out of old skinny jeans, a man's white wifebeater undershirt and a black bra. Her dark hair wasn't even on her side for this since she kept it cut boyishly short and messy.

She clearly thought about it, stewing in her drink-fueled thoughts, pursing her lips to the side and squinting her eyes at Alanna. "Alright, I'll do it."

Just hearing Beth say those words had me adjusting my sitting position to accommodate the growth in my shorts. Beth sat up on her knees and reached behind her back, undoing her bra. She hesitated and then quickly took a long drink of her rum and coke before peeling the bra out from under her thin shirt and tossing it at Alanna.

Beth sat back and folded her arms under her breasts, "Happy?"

"Yes," Josh said, grinning.

"Not you, thundercunt," Beth said, slapping him on the arm from her position beside him. She had nice small boobs, probably a bit more than a handful, but the really interesting thing was that she clearly had both nipples pierced, the studs creating bumps on either side of her nipples.

"I just have one question," Alanna said, still grinning.

"What's that?" Beth asked.

"Are you pierced down below too?"

Beth blushed and cupped her tits, "No, I'm not a huge perv, just a little one."

Everyone laughed and Josh picked up the cards, starting to shuffle while quite obviously distracted by the sight of Beth.

I leaned back and, seeing that everyone else was distracted by the almost-free boobs, looked to Alanna. She winked at me with a smirk, then nodded her head towards Malena and raised her eyebrows a couple of times. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves, knowing what she meant. It might have started with Beth, but Alanna's goal was to get to Malena because she knew I had the hots for our roommate.

Malena was wearing an old black band shirt that had the arms and a lot of the sides cut out, making it into a sleeveless tee. The gaping sides gave tantalizing views of her thin abdomen and the round sides of her sports-bra covered breasts. Her white, stretchy yoga pants were skin tight and would have had me staring all day at the park if we had gone on our picnic like we had planned.

"Ok, enough staring you dorks," Beth complained, covering up herself again. "Deal the hand, I need to win back some snacks."

Josh dealt but was clearly distracted. I glanced at my cards, I had the eight, queen, king and ace of hearts, along with the four of clubs. It was nothing if I didn't pick up anything good, or I could discard the four and hope for another heart to make a flush. Or, if I was really daring, I could get rid of the eight as well and hope for the jack and ten of hearts, making the royal flush.

I tossed in my lone Mr. Big, signalling I was all in for the hand, and everyone else tossed in something else as well. No one raised, so I discarded the four of clubs and waited for my card, deciding to play it safe and not go for the royal flush. Josh dealt it to me and my hand hovered over it for a moment on the red and white blanket. Any heart, I need any heart.

Peeking at the corner, my chest surged and I struggled not to make a noise. It was the three of hearts, giving me a flush. If I'd been able to, I would have been betting hard - as it was, Ricki raised the bet to two snacks, Alanna and Josh calling, though it put Josh at all in as well. Beth folded quickly, wanting to preserve her dwindling stash, and all eyes turned to Malena, who only had one snack left herself. She hummed and hawed over it for a long moment, glancing at Alanna and Ricki suspiciously. "All in," she said, pushing her last bag of chips forward.

"That closes the bets," Josh said, flipping over his cards. "Two pair, beat that." 

Alanna and Ricki both laughed, tossing their cards, and I grinned in victory, "Flush of hearts. The pot is mine."

"What up mothafuckaaa's!" Malena crowed, flipping her cards over dramatically. "Four of a kind bitches, I win."

"Fuck," I said, laughing at her antics. Malena was usually quieter and more demure, but was obviously comfortable with her friends and roommates in private more than she was at parties. I liked this side of her, even if it meant I was losing. It was a little more like Alanna.

"Ooh, talk about making it rain," she giggled, pouring her winnings over her head and scooping them up into her lap. "Alright, boys. Who wants to stay in the game?"

Josh and I were both out of snacks, and judging by how enthused Malena was I had a feeling we were going to be paying to play.

"What do you want?" I asked a little cautiously.

"I will give you each.. hmmm... three snacks. But I want your pants!"

The other girls cheered and I looked across the circle to Josh, who shrugged back at me. We both stood up and I started to unbuckle my shorts as he did the same.

"Hold on, hold on," Alanna said. "Before we do this, everyone finish your drinks."

"Why?" asked Ricki.

"Just trust me, do it."

Josh and I sat back down and we all finished off our drinks, several of us taking a deep breath to ward off the light headed rush we got. We'd been drinking fairly consistently since we started our late lunch and we probably all could have used a break instead of more.

"Ok, so here's what I'm thinking," Alanna said. "We're headed that way anyways, so let's just play strip poker." The rest of us were quiet for a moment as we absorbed her proposal. "The way I figure it, we say no more folding. Worst hand or hands have to take something off."

"What does the winner get?" Malena asked, but was quickly followed by Beth.

"What happens when you're naked, are you out?"

"I dunno," Alanna said. "If the loser's naked, the winner dares them to do something?"

"I like it," Malena said, smiling and clearly enjoying her mildly drunk state.

"Let's do it," Beth said, "Fuck, I'm practically halfway there already."

Ricki just laughed and nodded.

Josh and I looked across the circle at each other again. People say that women can communicate silently, or married couples, or best friends. Alanna and I had our little unspoken conversations sometimes, but that usually had more to do with knowing how each other thought. Girls don't get how bros have silent communication though. Looking at each other, Josh and I might as well have had a full conversation without even moving an eyebrow.




Pushing Boundaries



I came, though it was a small amount, after a few minutes. Josh had started fucking Ricki again from behind, though neither of the two seemed to have much energy left in them. Malena somehow managed to get most of my small load on her face and laughed quietly as Alanna licked it off of her, sharing the taste with small kisses loaded with tongue. The two girls eventually got up and pulled me to my feet and we gathered our clothes. Following them up the stairs, both of their athletic asses swaying in front of me, I couldn't believe how my life had changed.

************

Alanna was walking behind me and her tits kept brushing against my back because she was so close, her hands covering my eyes.

We'd just gotten home from our one-month 'hookup' anniversary, though to us it would always just be the day we finally got together. I had taken her out into the city and we had both dressed up - me with a tie and suspenders like she asked, and her in one of my favourite light blue dresses she owned. I'd had to go half the day in my getup since I met her after my late classes. We'd eaten, and then took a walk through the park and made out on one of the benches until a cop had walked by and told us we should move along. 

"I have a surprise for you," Alanna had said as we'd come back home to the empty house. All of the other roommates were off doing something else. Josh had gone home for the weekend, Ricki and Beth were both trying to catch up on homework at the university library. Malena hadn't said where she was going but had left much earlier in the day and I hadn't heard from her since.

Alanna walked me up the first flight of stairs, then demanded she cover my eyes for the second flight up to the third floor where both of our bedrooms were.

"Alanna, I promise to keep my eyes shut."

"No chance, Butthead," she giggled.

We turned right, towards my room, and she opened the door. I could tell the light was already on. We took two steps into the bedroom and she stepped around me, then uncovered my eyes.

My room was a mess, but mostly because someone had switched out my little double bed for a king sized monstrosity that took up most of the room. I really didn't care about the bed though, and honestly it didn't much register in my mind, because on the bed Malena was tied up and kneeling with her ass in the air, completely naked except for the ropes and an orange and white fox tail laying sensuously along her back. She had a ball gag in her mouth but I could tell from her eyes she was smiling as she looked up at us.

"We got you the bed so that all three of us could sleep in it together sometimes," Alanna said. "And I convinced Malena to finally let us try some bondage on her. Is it a good present?"

"I fucking love you. Both of you," I replied.

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Austin and Alanna will return in a future story. Malena too.

Author's Note: Aside from a single fudging, all of the losers of each hand were determined randomly through dice rolls.

Author's Note 2: Several important personal hygiene elements were left out to facilitate this story, particularly when it comes to anal sex. Pre-anal hygiene should be accounted for, but more importantly once it's been in a butthole, it should be cleaned thoroughly before continuing to use it. Dick, dildo or whatever.

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Pushing Boundaries



Dude.

Dude I know.

But dude, we'll be naked in front of each other.

I know, and that'll be weird. But dude.

Ok dude.

"Alright, I'm in," I said.

Josh sighed dramatically, "Well I guess I can't be the only party-pooper."

"Speaking of party-pooper, time to drop them drawers," Malena called in a silly fake southern drawl.

I got back up and quickly dropped my shorts, leaving me in a pair of stretchy briefs as the girls wolf whistled. Beth called, "Take 'em off!" 

Sitting back down on the floor I tried to make sure I was 'arranged' to cover up any bulges I was sure to get in the near future. Josh's turn, he stood up and quickly dropped his shorts as well, causing the entire room to start laughing.

"What?" he asked cluelessly.

I was just chuckling and shook my head, "Josh, you're wearing tighty whiteys."

"So? I grew up wearing fruit of the mother fucking loom. Why should I change just because they aren't fashionable?"

"You are such a hipster!" Beth exclaimed as she tried to calm her own laughter.

"Whatever," he said, sitting back down, crossing his hairy legs and giving me the unwelcome vision of his thinly covered crotch.

"Dude," I said indignantly.

"Oh shut up and let me deal," he retorted as the girls continued to giggle at how uncomfortable us guys were.

Josh dealt the hand and I looked down at... nothing. I had absolutely nothing. Everyone else around the circle seemed to be taking the game more seriously, the girls who had won no longer able to just bet frivolously. I discarded three cards, keeping the king of diamonds and jack of clubs, and got back nothing.

"God damn it," I said, tossing my cards into the center of the blanket.

"Well I guess Austin is stripping," Ricki laughed.

"Let's see if anyone else is though," Alanna countered, flipping over her cards to reveal a pair of threes. Each of the girls flipped over their cards, revealing one poker hand or another. Malena had a straight, Beth had three of a kind, and Ricki had two pairs.

Josh was busy facepalming himself. "I discarded the wrong card," he muttered into his hands.

"No way," Beth cackled.

"Uuugh," he groaned.

"Boys strip!" Malena yelled, joined by Ricki as they pumped their arms in the air, causing Alanna to laugh and give me a shove. "Come on, Butthead. Let's see your tits."

I stood up and looked to the ceiling, groaning internally. Not three minutes ago this had sounded like a great idea. I started unbuttoning my shirt and Beth started singing, "Pour some sugar on meeee, in the name of love-" The other girls went wild and started singing along, the heat rising to my cheeks as I took off my shirt and tossed it at Beth in a wadded up ball, catching her right in the face. She rocked back, laughing hysterically, then rocked back up and pushed at Josh to get him moving.

He got the same treatment, the girls singing the chorus to the Def Leppard song until he pulled off his t-shirt, flashing his pale white chest covered in dark body hair.

"I think we're gonna call you wolfman from now on," Alanna joked as he sat down.

"Only if we can call Austin 'the Cavern.' His belly button is huge!" Ricki said, pointing to my stomach.

"What? No it isn't," I said, covering it.

"Well it's not small," Malena said, her nose scrunched up and her eyes flashing playfully.

"I think he sometimes keeps cheezies in there for a snack," Alanna laughed, causing everyone else to as well.

"Ok, it's really not that big," Ricki said, seeing I wasn't enjoying the teasing.

"Josh, you know the point of this game is to get the girls naked right?" I said, turning to him.

"Nah!" All the girls giggled at the same time.

"Josh, deal the hand."

He did, and gave me two pair right off the bat. I wiped a little bit of sweat from my brow, my nervousness fading. There was no way I was going to have the worst hand now. I discarded my off card, hoping to maybe get a full house, but no such luck.

"Fuck," Josh said after the discards and draw. "You gotta be- Come on. Uuuughh."

"Are you for real?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm for real," he snapped.

"Ok, everyone show your hands," I said.

A pair of threes, a flush, a pair of sevens, three-of-a-kind nines and my two pair. Not a single loss by the girls.

Josh just sat, looking down at his worthless hand, stewing in his tighty-whiteys.

"Girls, go easy on him," Alanna said, sensing our friend's mood. "Josh, we won't say anything as long as you promise not to when we need to strip."

The other girls agreed quietly, the mood in the room changing slightly now that someone was going to reveal something 'important.' I was just glad it wasn't me going first.

"Fine, guess it's time to get into my birthday suit," Josh grinned weakly, standing up and quickly shucking his underwear.

I tried not to look too hard at my friends dick, but when it's just sort of out there like that... well, you look a little. He wasn't hard and he was pretty hairy down there, so the whole package looked a little small. I could also see he was uncut.

"I- ah-" Josh said, his face red.

"Josh, just sit down and deal the cards," I said.

"Right." He did.

"You have a cute dick," Beth told Josh.

"What?"

"It's cute," she reiterated. "I dunno, it's nice. If you'd had a raging boner it would have been weird."

"She's right," Malena said, a kind expression on her face.

Josh blushed a bit more and then started dealing the cards, his package just sort of sitting there as I tried to look at something else, my eyes landing on Malena or Beth's tits or over to Alanna, who seemed utterly disinterested in Josh's display.

Cards flew across the picnic blanket. I had a pair of sixes with an ace high, and after discards I drew a second ace, giving me two pair again. Phew, safe.

As we started flipping over cards I realized Josh was now playing to avoid dares. We hadn't clarified any rules about that, and considering we were already playing strip poker I was more than a little concerned the girls would leverage us into doing something I was not interested in.

Josh didn't lose though, his pair of nines keeping him from his first dare of the night. Instead, Beth swore as she turned over a blank hand, Malena grumbling beside me as she did the same.

"Looks like it's time to take those pants off Beth," Alanna teased with a grin.

"Ummm," Beth blushed, "No, not quite yet." She reached for the hem of her wifebeater, drawing it up over her stomach. I'm pretty sure my dick got hard at the same pace as that shirt lifted, but Alanna stopped her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm not gonna ask why you're going shirt first, but I think we all deserve a little show here."

"What?" Beth exclaimed. "Josh didn't have to."

"He was first though," I cut in, "That was hard enough. Plus, you're a lot prettier than he is."

Beth blushed and rolled her eyes. "Fine, what do I have to do."

"Just tease us a little first," Alanna shrugged.

Beth rolled her head back and sighed, her tongue playing at her lip ring briefly before she brought her head back up and she was biting her lip. She took the front of her thin, stretchy shirt and tugged it down, her pierced nipples pushing against it prominently and her slightly darker areolae showing through as the neckline pulled lower and lower, her cleavage deepening until we could see most of her boobs, just the nipples covered by the white shoulder straps of the shirt. She jiggled her tits a bit and I realized my mouth was drying up because it was hanging open slightly.

She let go of her shirt and it bounced back up to cover her, but Beth was soon lifting the hem again, this time slowly dragging it across her stomach until it was bunched just under her boobs. "I feel so dumb," she said, closing her eyes. "I'm not sexy like you girls."

"I think you're doin' alright," Ricki assured her, and when Beth returned her gaze Ricki glanced pointedly at Josh, who was casually trying to cover up the fact that he was now hard.

"You're having an effect on Austin too," Alanna laughed, pointing at the bulge in my briefs. "Not to mention I think you're doing pretty well myself. And I'm the expert."

Beth's flush deepened and she quickly pulled her shirt the rest of the way off, her tits bouncing nicely as they were freed. Her skin was naturally pale and her areolae were a couple shades more tan, her nipples permanently protruding due to the pink barbells piercing them.

"Did they hurt?" Malena asked, cupping her own boobs through her shirt and bra.

"Not really," Beth said, one hand coming up automatically to prod at one, "I mean it's sort of like getting your ears pierced, so it hurts at first but it goes away, and then it makes you feel a little naughty whenever you brush against them and you feel them there."

"Sounds sexy," Alanna smiled, "Looks sexy too."

"Thanks," Beth smiled back weakly.

"Alright, Josh. Deal the cards," Malena told our naked dealer.

"Whoa, hold on there, I think someone was trying to get out of her loss," Alanna said.

Malena rolled her eyes and sighed, but it was with a grin and she scrunched up her nose, obviously playing around. "Well, you guys aren't getting a show this time because the bra is coming off under the shirt."

Alanna and Beth booed her as she started peeling the stretchy athletic bra from her body. It was a little awkward, which I was completely fine with because the large arm holes of her shirt gave me a great view as the bra peeled up and over her boobs, leaving them to swing free and bob around in shadow as she pulled the bra through the neck of her shirt.

"There, done," she smiled proudly, placing the bra behind her.

"Yeah, no show at all," Alanna said sarcastically.

Malena raised a confused eyebrow, then looked at me. My mouth was now definitely hanging open and I wasn't even trying to hide the fact that I was very hard under my briefs, the black stretchy fabric clearly framing my dick.

"You have really nice side boob," Alanna filled in.

Malena blushed and crossed her arms over her boobs, "Oh my god, you weren't supposed to see that yet."

"Oh come on," Beth said, "no way are you allowed to do that while my tits are out. You have way nicer boobs than me."

"What? No," Malena argued.

Ricki snorted, "I've seen your boobs before, Malena, and Beth is right. Your boobs are way nice."

Malena's eyebrows knotted as she frowned, "No, you and Alanna have bigger boobs and Beth you have your whole pierced punk girl thing going on. I just have..."

"Really, really nice boobs," Ricki finished for her.

Malena rolled her eyes again and dropped her arms, my eyes immediately riveting to the few inches of tantalizing sideboob I could see. "Stop staring," she laughed, slapping my arm lightly.

"Yeah," Beth said, punching Josh in the arm as well, "Deal the cards, bozo. They're just tits."

"I'll stop looking if you stop," Josh grumbled as he gathered the cards, and Beth guiltily looked in the opposite direction of the dick she had been eyeing.

Cards. I had a good hand and managed a straight. After the discard and draws Josh sighed heavily, obviously pleased, while Malena looked down at her cards incredulously. "What the fuck?"

"No way am I the only loser," she continued when we all revealed our hands. "No way. Aw man." She sighed and glanced at me, our eyes meeting for a moment and she blushed. Her eyes moved down briefly to my underwear, and she stood. "Well, I guess it's time to give you all a show."

"Hold on," Alanna said, getting up and taking a couple of steps so that she could whisper in Malena's ear.

"What?" Malena asked. "Why?" Alanna whispered back, and Malena cocked her head, "Really?"

Alanna sat back down next to me, giving me a grin and an eyebrow wiggle.

"Our resident girl expert seems to think I shouldn't take off my shirt," Malena told everyone. "So blame her, cause I guess my pants are coming off."

"What?" Josh asked, "That's lame."

"Hold on," Alanna said, putting out a hand to stop his complaints. "'Lena, knot your shirt in the back." Malena cocked and eyebrow but followed Alanna's instructions, baring an inch or so of her thin midriff above the high waisted yoga pants. "Alright, now spin around."

"Yes, madam director," Malena joked, slowly turning to give us all a chance to look at her legs and pert little ass clad in the skin-tight white fabric. Malena was a smaller girl than Alanna, her athleticism more graceful instead of powerful; if she wasn't training for their Rugby team, Malena was doing yoga or tai chi in our little backyard. Her body was bikini-ready, with slim hips and sleek legs that met in a small but what I considered fantastic ass - the yoga pants she was wearing showing off the diamond gap below her crotch and between her thighs.

"Ok, now bend at the waist," Alanna continued directing as we all watched. Malena followed the order, easily bending and letting her arms move out to balance herself as if she were doing one of her yoga moves. "Great, now arch your back." She did and she looked amazing, her ass turned up and stretchy pants clinging to her, her mound pressing out from between her legs. I wanted to bury my face in her still-clothed ass.

"Now even I have to agree, that is hot," Beth said.

"Yup," Alanna agreed.

Malena looked over her shoulder sideways at me and I tore my eyes away from her booty. She quirked an eyebrow and scrunched her nose at me again, smiling as we locked eyes. Her long brunette hair was swept over her opposite shoulder, hanging loosely.

Wow, I mouthed to her and her smile grew a little broader.

"Alright, now reach back and peel your pants down slowly," Alanna directed.

Dropping her head, Malena reached back and hooked the waistband of her pants with her fingers, slowly tugging the white fabric over the arch of her ass, revealing the white band of a string thong. The pants kept lowering, showing off more and more of her little apple ass, cheeks firm and pressing out against the tightly bundled fabric in her fingers. Because of the way her legs were positioned the string of her thong disappeared between her cheeks and there wasn't a hint of view between them, but as the pants uncovered the rest of her ass her mound came into view and I could see the thong was pulled tightly against her, two lips clearly defined against the fabric.

"Fuck," I breathed out, eyes roaming from the back of her thighs up to two small dimples just above her ass.

"Like what you see?" Malena asked, turning to me again.

"Uh-huh," I managed.

"Happy?" she directed at Alanna.

"No, but that'll do for now," the more athletic, and fully dressed, blonde replied.

Malena turned and sat back down cross legged, her bare knee brushing mine as she closed the circle a little bit. The knot she had made to keep her shirt up was still in place, tightening the arm holes a bit so that I was seeing less side-boob.

"Alright," Malena clapped, "Next hand, I want to see some more dongs."

The girls all laughed and agreed, including Alanna. Josh was now clearly at full mast across the circle from me and had stopped bothering to even try and hide quite how aroused he was. "Well," he said, "I guess you have to hope Austin loses then."

"Pfft, there's plenty of ways for us to see more of your dong," Ricki said. "I can't wait to give you a dare."

Cards. I had a pair and discarded my other cards, managing to find three of a kind. I wasn't paying as close attention to the cards any more, distracted as I was by the other things going on in the room.

"I had to open my stupid mouth," Ricki laughed when she was revealed as the loser of the next hand. "Well, I know what's coming off."

She stood and turned around, shaking her butt at us. Ricki was wearing a simple orange spaghetti-string tank top that clung to her upper body and prominent tits along with some sort of cotton-like short shorts. Where Alanna had a thick and powerful body and Malena was thin and wonderfully toned, Ricki was somewhere in between. With some work and dedication she could probably have a physique like Malena with more curves, but as it was Ricki had a bit of flesh to her that definitely added to her ass, thighs and tits. 

Bouncing her butt a few more times, Ricki looked over her shoulder at us all and winked before laughing out loud and pulling her shorts down to reveal a pair of tight boy-short cut panties. She twerked her ass a few more times, her meaty cheeks bouncing, then sat back down. "Not a hard decision considering what panties I had on, bitches."

"That's practically cheating," Malena snorted.

"Hey, I didn't know we'd be playing strip poker today. I was ready for a day at the park." She sat crosslegged like Malena and it became apparent to those who looked that Ricki had what could only be called a 'fat pussy,' prominent lips pushing against the fabric of her pink spandex underwear. No one else said anything so I kept my mouth shut.

Cards. I had two pair off the hop and new I was safe again. Somehow Alanna managed to sneak another single pair by, remaining fully dressed, while Ricki and Malena both flopped with nothing.

"For real?" Ricki said. "I just lost one."

"So? I just lost three of the last four hands!" Malena countered.

Ricki rolled her eyes and peeled off her shirt without even standing, "Whatever. At least I've still got my bra."

"Not for long I bet," snickered Beth. Now that I was looking over at her instead of being distracted by Alanna quietly snapping the elastic of my underwear behind my back or staring at Malena I realized Beth's nipples were obviously standing out a bit more and I wondered if it was just from being in the open air or if she was getting turned on.

"Yeah well now I gotta pick," Malena sighed, standing up. Her hands wavered, obviously unsure of whether she would rather take off her shirt or her thong. Finally she undid the knot on her shirt and slipped her arms inside, slowly lifting it over her head and revealing her tightly toned stomach with it's cute little belly button, then the underside of her breasts. She stopped, teasing us as she looked around the group, then turned to Josh.

"Hey Josh," she said in a sultry voice.

"Yeah," he croaked, clearly mesmerized.

"Do you like lefty or righty?" She revealed one boob and then the other. While they may not have been as big as Alanna's, which I had spent considerable time enjoying over the last two weeks, Ricki and Beth were right in saying they were pretty fantastic. Almost a little too large for her frame, they hung pleasantly with upturned pinkish nipples that were begging to get teased and played with.

"Both?" Josh said.

"Good answer," Alanna laughed.

Malena sat back down next to me, one leg straight in front of her and the other crossed over her thigh, the bottom of her foot resting on the outside of my leg. I looked down at it, the slender arch and smooth skin, the way it was brushing against the hairs on my leg. As Josh dealt the next hand Malena and I glanced at each other at the same time and her lips, which were pressed together in a somewhat self conscious moment, turned into a little smile before we both got our cards.

Before I even looked at them I glanced to Alanna and she reflexively looked back, knowing without knowing that I wanted her attention. She glanced down and saw Malena's foot on my leg and raised an eyebrow at me. I twitched one of my own in a, 'is this okay?' tiny gesture. She met my eyes and just barely nodded, more like just a slight raising of her eyebrows and gesture with her chin. The real answer was in her eyes, big and blue and piercing, as she looked from me to the nearly naked Malena, devouring the sight hungrily.

I looked at my cards and had a pair of eights with a king high, so I discarded the other two but got nothing useful back. That was alright though, because Josh grunted in disbelief, "God damn it."




Pushing Boundaries



Alanna managed to avoid losing again with a pair of threes, though I could tell by the slight flush in her cheeks she must have just barely scraped that pair together. No one else lost, but the important thing this round with Josh as the loser was that Beth won with three of a kind.

"So I get to make Josh do something right?" Beth asked.

"You get to dare him to do something," Alanna clarified. "If he doesn't want to do it he can always quit - but then he's a chickenshit and has to leave the game and sequester himself in his room."

"What, that wasn't in the rules we agreed to," Josh said.

"Yeah, but it's fair," I countered. "You don't play the game, you don't get to watch the game."

"Fine," he grumbled, turning to Beth, "What do I have to do?"

"Weellll," Beth said, obviously taking great pleasure in drawing out our bandmates discomfort as long as possible. "I think since you've been having such a great time staring at us girls, you should give all of us a chance to stare at you. I dare you to stand in front of each of us and ask 'Would you like a better look at my little pinky winky' and then let them see it for thirty seconds up close."

Josh blinked and then sighed. "So I have to let all of you examine my junk for thirty seconds."

"You also have to say the words," Ricki informed him.

Josh rolled his head back and looked at the ceiling, then stood up, standing in front of Beth. "Would you like a better look at my little pinky winky?" he asked deadpan.

"Why yes Josh, I would like a look at your little pinky winky, thanks for asking!" Beth replied as chipper as she could, making us laugh.

Josh was still hard despite his embarrassment, it would be difficult not to be in the situation, and he tensed up for a moment when Beth reached out and held his dick between her finger and thumb, moving it this was and that. "Honestly," she said, "It is cute, even when it's hard. I've never seen an uncut dick before though, it's kinda weird. Like it's wearing a sweater and wants to just pop it's head out." She moved his foreskin back and forth a few times, making him groan, while making a 'Boop!' noise every time his head got revealed.

"That's probably thirty seconds," I said, trying to move the game along.

"Oh alright," Beth replied, letting go. 

Josh took a deep breath before moving to stand in front of Alanna. "Would you like a better look at my little pinky winky?"

"Sure," she replied to my surprise. I had been expecting her to pass, considering she had never been interested in guys before me, and was blunt about not being interested in other guys now.

"Really?" I blurted out. Hopefully everyone else in the game would think it would be surprise because Alanna was supposed to be a gold-star lesbian, not because I was jealous. Scratch that, I thought, they would probably still think I'm jealous.

"Yeah," Alanna said, and that was when I saw the spark of mischief in her eye. "But just so I can do this."

She didn't waste any time, taking his dick in one hand firmly and tilting it as high as she could, then using her other hand to tickle Josh's nutsack.

"Aaagh," he let out in surprise, his legs buckling and trying to cross at the same time, pulling away from the odd feeling.

"Tickle, tickle, bitch," Alanna laughed, keeping him in place for a moment longer before letting go of him completely. "Okay, that's all."

The other girls were laughing and I couldn't help chuckling as well, thankful it wasn't me more than anything else.

Josh stood in front of me and I looked him in the eye, trying to ignore the fact that his junk was way closer to my face than I had ever wanted it to be.

"No Josh, I do not want a look at your little pinky winky," I said before he even started his routine.

The look on his face had a flash of relief and I realized he had been harbouring a little nugget of 'what if' in his head about me. Two and a half years we had known each other and I'd never dated anyone - maybe at some point he had wondered if I was gay and not just obsessed with Alanna.

Malena grinned and let him go through his whole schpiel, but declined, "I'm good, I saw enough on Alanna's turn." This made Alanna start laughing all over again.

On the other hand, Ricki's answer of, "Fuck yeah I do," was a little surprising. She used a few fingers to play around with him a bit, pulling back on his foreskin and moving him around so she could get a good look. "You really need to do some grooming down here," she said finally, letting go.

"Hey I didn't know we were playing strip poker today," he replied, quoting her from earlier before sitting back down and reaching for the deck.

I got my cards and had to do a double take - I had nothing. No pairs, not even a hint of a straight, nothing. Shit shitty-fuck shit fuck, I thought, discarding three of the cards at random.

I got back three different cards and still had nothing. "Well, fuck."

"Yay more dongs!" Ricki cheered.

"Anyone else lose?" Josh asked, so everyone flipped their cards to reveal actual poker hands.

"Damn it," I muttered as I stood up.

"Looks like someone's having a good time," Beth joked as all four girls got a good look at the bulge I was making in my briefs.

I took a deep breath and glanced at Alanna, who winked at me. In the two weeks since we had gotten together I had built more self confidence in my body than I had ever felt before. I'd always thought of myself as very average in the dick department, which matched up with how big I figured Josh was too. This isn't a big deal, I told myself.

"Well," I said, looking to Alanna and Malena still sitting on either side of me. "You want to do the honors?"

Alanna broke out into a smile, "You want us to pants you?

"I'm in," Malena said, getting up onto her knees. She was looking up at me, her hands at the waistband of my underwear, bare tits hovering inches away from my legs. Her nipples had gotten hard, her areola swelling around them a bit as well. The image of her like that gave me a rush of blood flow, causing my dick to swell and twitch in front of them. "Wow, someone's excited," Malena said more quietly before licking her lips lightly.

"You ready?" Alanna asked her, and Malena nodded. "One, two, three-"

They both pulled my briefs down, my dick springing from it's confines and bobbing up and down before me.

"Wooo," Ricki cheered, "Dong-dongdong-dong-doooongs."

"Really," Beth laughed to her, "The thong song but with dongs?"

"Would you prefer 'It's Raining Men?"

We all groaned and I sat back down, Malena and Alanna moving back to their spots.

"I like the cut look better I think," Alanna mused.

"Why's that?" Ricki asked. "You don't even like dicks to begin with."

"I dunno, aesthetics? Have you ever seen an uncut dildo?" 

Beth laughed at the thought and Ricki frowned, "Huh, I guess not."

"Alright, how about we don't start comparing equipment in the room." Josh said.

He shuffled the cards and dealt. My pair of queens turned into three of a kind, but I was beaten by Alanna's flush of diamonds.

"Oh come on, again?" Josh groaned, though I was more interested in the look on Beth's face since she was the other loser.

"I'm the winner and I say strips before dares," Alanna declared.

"Fuuaaa-" Beth said, standing up.

"Come on, Piercings. Let's see what kind of panties you've got under there," Alanna giggled.

Beth had gone a long stretch without needing to strip, sitting in her skinny-jean cutoffs, though not quite as long as Alanna had been skating free and clear. "Well, y'see," Beth said, undoing the button and unzipping the zipper, "I kinda went commando today."

She slid the jeans over her small hips and partway down her thighs, revealing the first vagina of the game. I didn't have the greatest view but from what I could see she wasn't very lippy, her pussy small and neat, topped by an upside down triangle of dark pubic hair to match the nearly-black hair on her head.

Alanna wolf whistled and Beth blushed more deeply, the flush spread down her neck and across the top of her chest as she put one hand over her revealed cooch.

"No, no," Ricki said, "No covering up. And turn around once."

Beth sighed and did so. She had a cute little butt, though it wasn't as nicely defined as Malena's, and a little heart and skull tattoo on the back of her thigh a few inches below her buttcheek. Stripping the shorts the rest of the way off her legs, Beth sat down with her legs together, obviously uncomfortable with being the first naked girl.

"Alright, this is a good round," Alanna grinned. "Got to see some pussy, now I get to make a dare, can we do this every time?"

Josh sighed, "Come on, what do I have to do?"

Alanna folded her hands together and rested her chin on them, elbows braced on her knees as she sat cross legged. She had a very self satisfied smirk running and I worried a bit on how the others were going to react when her streak finally ended. "Hmmm," she said, "Well, since Beth wanted such a close look at your dick before, I say you give her a real close look. I dare you to cockslap her in the face and then tea bag her."

"What? That's not fair!" Beth said. "I'm not the one getting the dare."

"Oh, you lost anyways," Malena laughed. "Man up and take it."

Josh sighed out a chuckle and stood, moving over in front of Beth, who closed her eyes tight and scrunched up her face. He got right up in her face and, rotating his hips, swung his hard dick out to the side and back in, smacking her right in the cheek and dragging the whole thing across her face. The head caught for just a moment below her nose, stuck trying to slip past her septum piercing, before it slipped away.

"Phwah, what the fuck!" Beth yelled as she rubbed at her face, but the rest of us were dieing from laughter. Malena fell against my side, holding onto my shoulder as we both tried to catch our breath, and I could feel her breasts pressing into me.

"Still one more part to go," Alanna called.

Beth closed her eyes again and made a dramatically disgusted face as Josh held his dick up and gently placed his balls on her forehead. "Good?" he asked over his shoulder to Alanna.

"Oh yeah, that's perfect. I wish I could take a picture."

We all started laughing again and Beth pushed Josh away, scrubbing at her face. "I'm gonna get you back so good," she growled at him.

"What? Alanna made the bet."

"Yeah, but you're the one who put your hairy sack on my face."

Josh shuffled the cards and dealt and I found myself looking at a natural flush. Fuck yes, I thought, starting to wonder what kind of dare I could give out. As the cards were flipped over my hopes were dashed, though it was still nice to win for a change.

"You know what," Ricki said, "I don't even care that I lost because Alanna's reign of terror has finally ended."

Everyone laughed and Alanna rolled her eyes, unbuttoning her blouse. "Yeah, yeah. I'm still way ahead of all of you." She finished with the buttons and pulled the shirt apart, slipping it off and setting it aside. She was wearing a lacy red bra that held her large tits in place, though I knew from experience she didn't need any lift. Her cleavage was deep and I couldn't help staring at her even though I'd spent the last two weeks exploring her body. I was still mesmerized by the way her feather-light blonde body hair trailed over her golden skin, down into her cleavage from her chest and sparsely over her thick, powerful abdomen into the hint of a trail headed into the waistband of her daisy duke jean shorts. 

"That can change quickly," Ricki said, making a sassy kissing face at Alanna before she reached back and undid her bra. She held the cups of her bra together, massaging her tits through the fabric and winking in Josh's direction before revealing them. She had wide areolas a little paler than her natural skin tone, her nipples like large pebbles in the center, and her breasts hung nicely. The only way I could think to describe her was very healthy, with a bit of extra padding at the hips and legs and tits but otherwise fit enough to play rugby with Alanna and Malena, who both took their fitness a lot more seriously.

Ricki played with her tits for a moment, lifting them up and presenting them before surprising us and lowering her head and lifting one to her mouth, licking her nipple. She laughed, "Bet I'm the only girl here who can do that other than Alanna."

"Got me there," Malena said, cupping her own boobs, though I noticed the finger on her right hand brushing back and forth against her nipple lightly.

Other than Alanna, who had only lost her shirt, the rest of us were either naked or mostly naked, Malena and Ricki left with just their panties. Shuffling, Josh glanced to his left and right at the two very different girls sat there; Beth with her pierced nipples and smaller boobs, and Ricki with her classically large tits. He had to restart his dealing when he lost track of who he had started with.

"Mother. Fucker," Ricki groaned, the only loser for the round.

"I guess you care a little bit this time, huh?" Alanna grinned.

"Oh, you'll get yours," Ricki grinned right back. "But for now I guess I'm getting nekkid."

She laid back onto her back and lifted her ass off the floor, hooking her panties over her large bum before setting it back down, the fabric bunched halfway down. She then pulled her legs back, giving us a lewd if still-covered view of her ass, crotch and the backs of her legs.

"Alright Josh," Ricki said. "Go ahead and pull them off."

"Really?" Josh asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Yeah, you've taken enough punishment and I feel bad for laughing earlier."

"Wow," Josh said, walking over to her on his knees, and I could tell he stopped himself from rubbing his hands together like a little kid waiting to unwrap his present. He delicately hooked his fingers into the bundle of panties as he knelt beside Ricki, then turned to the rest of us. "Ready?"

"No," Beth said sarcastically, "Keep us waiting some more."

"Here we go," Josh said under his breath, then slowly started peeling the panties up and off of Ricki. Her thick ass pushed out around the taut fabric and the first 'goodies' to be revealed was her dark little asshole, quickly joined by the thick, pouty lips of her pussy that seemed to hold on to the fabric of her panties for a moment. I'd understood the idea of calling a vagina a 'taco' before, but Ricki's pussy fit the description perfectly, multiple ruddy pink folds held within the puffy outer labia.

"Damn," Alanna said, "That looks fucking tasty."

"Really?" Ricki asked, "I mean, I like it too but I dunno if I would call it tasty."

"Ricki, I think we need to go out and get drunk at a club some night and I'll show you what 'college experimentation' means," Alanna said, licking her lips.

We laughed and Ricki patted herself lightly, chuckling but obviously thoughtful of the idea, then sat back up cross legged. She remained fully on display and my eyes couldn't help being drawn down to her crotch, though soon I had another place to look as Beth matched her, finally getting frustrated with her uncomfortable sitting position and joining us in the 'fully exposed' group. Her lips were much smaller and her whole package looked a bit neater and more spartan than Ricki but still looked tantalizing.

Josh got back to his own seat and grabbed the cards to deal again.

"Guess I'm joining the naked club," Malena sighed, tossing her hand without even flipping it over.

My eyes traced down her body briefly but we were all distracted as Ricki groaned long and loud. "Come ooooon. Fucking nothing again."

"Wait, I actually get to give a dare for once?" Josh asked as he realized he had the winning hand, making us laugh.

Malena got up, putting her hand on my shoulder for balance as she did, and stood with her hips cocked to one side and her thumbs in the waistband of her white thong. "Ready?"

"I think you should do the bend-at-the-waist thing again, but this time stick your butt right in Austin's face," Alanna said. "Y'know, because I call him Butthead."

Malena made her cute crinkled nose face as she chuckled and her eyes dropped to me beside her. "Done, but only if I can call him Butthead from now on too."

"It's a deal," Alanna laughed.

"Sure, everyone gets to call me Butthead now," I sighed dramatically.

"Are you really complaining right now?" Malena asked over her shoulder as she stood in front of me, legs slightly apart and her luscious, tight ass about a foot from my face. "I mean I could always do this to Josh instead and he can be my Butthead."

"I'm ok with this," said Josh.

"No, I think I'm good," I quickly replied.

Malena gave me one more glance over her shoulder, an odd look in her eye, then faced forwards and bent at the waist, her beautiful ass pushing closer to me. "So I've never exactly gotten undressed with someone this close to me before," she said, her thumbs tugging on her thong, moving it a few inches down her cheeks. "I don't know if I should tease him for a while," - she pulled the thong back up - "Or maybe if I should just get it over with," - it came halfway down now and she pulled it tight, her ass flesh pressing out above and below the elastic waistband.

"I think he's happy either way," Ricki joked.

"Oh, are you happy back there Austin?" Malena asked.

"Just call me Butthead," I replied.

She laughed and her ass wiggled enticingly. At this point, if it had been Alanna and I in private, I would have grabbed her hips and pulled her back into my face, nuzzling and licking to get to the sweet center; as it was I kept my hands on my knees, white knuckled to stop myself from moving.

"You're being a good boy though, so maybe you can see some more," Malena said, lowering the thong until it was well below her ass. From the way she was standing and her outrageous fitness, Malena's pussy was clearly displayed before me between the triangular gap of her thighs. It was similar to Beth's in that they were both fairly spartan, with clean lines, though Malena's inner lips were a bit larger and her clit area was more prominent than the smaller girl's. The real difference though, was that Malena was clearly aroused. She had a glimmer of juices on on her lips and her inner lips were spread slightly as if asking me for the attention I was dieing to give them.

"So, Austin, how you doing?" Alanna asked.

"Mmmgood," I replied.

"I'm glad, Butthead," Alanna said, and then Malena stumbled back into me as she got pushed off balance and her ass pressed right into my face. Warm flesh enveloped me for a moment and I instinctively reached out and caught Malena's thighs, holding her upright for a split second until she got her footing and pulled away.

"Damnit Alanna," Malena said, but she was laughing along with the others.

I blinked and shook my head, trying to clear the smell of Malena from my nose before I came just from the idea of eating her out.

"Alright, alright, that's enough," Josh said. "I know what Ricki's dare is gonna be, so Malena can sit her cute little behind down. Your choice if it's on the floor or on Austin's face."

"That's an option?" she asked jokingly. 

I wouldn't mind at all, I thought in reply.

Josh cleared his throat and turned to Ricki. "I dare you to tell us your sexiest, real life story while teasing yourself, all with your eyes closed."

"My sexiest story?" Ricki blushed.

"Oh, come on, I'm sure you have one," Alanna pushed.

"Well, I- Yeah," she said.

"Ok, go sit on the edge of the couch, close your eyes and start telling the story," Josh said.

"Fine." Ricki moved over to one of the couches we had pushed to the edge of the room and sat down, legs closed for a moment before she spread them. Her pussy was on full display, plump and inviting, while her tits rose and fell with her breathing. "Like this?"




Pushing Boundaries



"Exactly," said Josh.

Ricki closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her hands both tracing fingers over her inner thighs. "Alright, so this happened last year right at the beginning of the year. Do you girls remember when we played those exhibition games up state?"

Malena and Alanna both hummed their agreement. "Well, that second night after the games when we all went out to the bar with the men's and women's teams from the other school? I left early that night because I had been flirting with these two guys from the other team. About an hour after we got to the bar I was totally buzzed and wanted to fuck one of them, but then it turned out they were brothers. I didn't even care at that point and I asked them both if they wanted to come back and see the hotel since we were staying in those suites. Well they both said yes, and sort of glared at each other, but I told them it was fine and pulled them out of the bar."

"They got us a taxi and on the way I started making out with the older brother, but I got my hands down the younger one's pants and started giving him a handjob. Halfway through I switched, turning and making out with the younger one while I got my hand in the older one's pants."

"Whore," Malena giggled, and Ricki grinned as her fingers left her thighs and came up to her tits, caressing them lightly and brushing over her nipples.

"Yeah, maybe. But I was so turned on and they were both hot and panting and I kept them both hard until we were up in the hotel suite. Then I asked the older brother if he wanted to see my room, and we left the younger one in the sitting area. As soon as we were in the room I was half naked and got on the floor and unbuckled the older brother's jeans. He had a decent cock, I mean nothing to write home about, but he was raging hard already. I started going down on him and he moaned and moaned, holding my hair back and mumbling about my tits, so I took off my bra and he took one look and came all over them."

"He kept apologizing and saying he would be ready again soon, but I made him pull up his pants and leave the room. I went out with his jizz still on my chest and looked at the younger brother and gave him a 'come fuck me' look, and he jumped up from where he had been sitting."

Ricki's hands had drifted down from her tits now and were running up and down her pussy, pressing into her folds and spreading around the wetness she had started to develop there. I was physically stopping myself from jerking off as I witnessed her display, but I noticed Beth rolling one of her pierced nipples in between her thumb and forefinger, sort of glassy eyed. Malena was sitting in front of me, looking towards Ricki, and her hands kept clenching and unclenching in the picnic blanket.

"Once we were back in the room," Ricki continued, "I told him his older brother couldn't last, and that he'd better do a good job. He took off his pants and I realized he definitely had the bigger dick, and as I started giving him a blowjob he grabbed some kleenex from the counter and wiped off my boobs, then started playing with them. That's when I got up on the bed on my hands and knees and said, 'If you've got a condom, you can fuck me as long as you want.' Well he scrambles in his wallet for a condom and can't find one, and tells me to hold on while he goes out to his brother in the other room, completely naked, and begs him for a condom. He finally comes back and says he's got one and starts putting it on while he's watching me play with myself. He gets behind me on the bed and is being all gentle and stuff, asking me if I'm ok every three seconds until I tell him he's not going to break me and I want him to fuck me. So he does - he starts pounding into me and I'm moaning out loud because I'm so horny and it feels great. 

"That's when I look back and see his older brother leaning in the doorway, this sour expression on his face, and I just smile at the guy and shrug and start fucking back at the younger brother until he comes and collapses on my back. I roll him off me and sit on the edge of the bed, pretty much like I am now, staring down the older brother. He thinks this is an invitation so he takes a step towards me and I just hold up a hand and say, 'No, no, you fucked up. All you get is to eat me out.' And so he gets down on the floor in front of me and eats me out for like ten minutes until I came all over his face. A couple minutes later Malena texted me saying she was on her way back to the room, so I kicked the brothers out."

Ricki had started rubbing herself more firmly by the end of her story, pushing past her dare to tease herself, but stopped now and opened her eyes slowly. "And that's my sexiest story."

"You are such a bitch," Alanna cackled. "I love it."

"That's why the room smelled so fucking weird that night," Malena exclaimed.

Ricki laughed, "Yeah."

"Wow," Josh said, "I think I got my money's worth there."

"Ok, next hand," Beth said excitedly, and Ricki took her place back in the circle.

My cards were crap, and after discarding and drawing new ones they were even worse. "I lose," I said when it was my turn to reveal my cards.

"Me too," Malena said, putting hers on top of mine.

"And I finally fucking win," Ricki grinned. "Though fucking Alanna dodges the bullet again."

Alanna just shrugged and smiled. "Dare away, oh winner."

Ricki looked around the room for some inspiration and I wondered if maybe things were going to heat up another notch. With Malena and I both naked, we could do our dares together... or even to each other.

"I know what to do," Ricki grinned evilly. "I dare both of you to do three laps around the house."

Malena and I looked at each other, then out the window. It was still pouring rain so heavily you couldn't see much of anything, so while there was a risk we would be seen it wasn't really a danger. We did live in a cheaper neighbourhood though, without nice lawns or anything.

"Can we wear shoes?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's fine," Ricki allowed.

"I'm in then," I said.

"Me too," Malena countered.

We both went to the front door and put on our cheapest running shoes, knowing they were going to get soaked, then Ricki stood beside the front door ready to open it for us.

"Alright, here's the deal. Three laps, and the loser has to do a second dare that the three of us will figure out while you're running. Got it?"

We both nodded, then Ricki pulled open the door wide. Malena and I both bolted, skidding down the little porch and around the side of the house. I was in the lead but a few steps into the backyard I heard Malena call from behind me, "Austin!"

I turned and she smacked into me, or at first I thought she did, but instead she pushed me up against the back of the house and I found myself kissing her in the rain, her body pressed against mine, soft and hard in all the right places. Her hand was on my dick, rubbing my head in her palm while her fingers stroked me. Her tits were pressed into my chest, nipples firm on my skin as we got thoroughly soaked with the rain beating down on us. Her lips tasted faintly of strawberries, but I was more enticed by the feel of her tongue as it played against mine, warm and strong. She broke the kiss and said into my ear over the rain, "This game better keep going, I was hoping for a better dare with you."

And then she was gone and it took me a moment to realize she was running again. I took off after her and managed to almost catch up with her as we were rounding the front door, scooting down the side run beside the house and breaking back out into the backyard. I reached out and grabbed Malena by the arm and spun her back into me, picking her small frame up by the waist and pushing her into the wall of the house right where she had pinned me moments ago, her strong legs already wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. We were kissing again and I could feel her now-soaked hair dripping water onto my body, her chest heaving against mine as my dick bounced against the firmness of her ass. We broke for a moment and her lips parted in a sexy pant, our foreheads together. I watched a drop of water build and then fall from the tip of her nose as we reveled in the feel of each other, her hands holding my shoulders and her ankles locked at the small of my back. She had drops of water on her skin and I took a moment to bend my head down and lick across her collarbone, drawing some of them up. I kissed her again with wet lips and she pulled my head to hers roughly with arms around my neck, her muscles moving underneath my hands as I held her by the waist.

I pulled her off the wall and took three steps, still carrying her, over to the old picnic table and laid her down on top of it. Splayed out with her hair wet and wild, tits losing some of their forward shape but remaining perky and upright, stomach taut and rippling with every breath, Malena looked amazing. She gazed at me with a wild expression in her eyes and then I started running.

"Fuck," I heard her laugh, part frustrated, behind me.

She didn't catch me and I did the last circuit without another incident, reaching the front door a few seconds before her. She burst in after me and Alanna and Ricki stepped forward holding towels, wrapping us in them as we all started laughing. Alanna started toweling me down and I managed to whisper to her, "She wants me."

"No shit," Alanna whispered back. "And your welcome."

I made sure to get my head close to hers before whispering, "I love you."

Her eyes softened and she smiled at me, then boisterous Alanna was back and she gave me a stinging slap to the ass. "Alright, champ. Time for Malena to find out her punishment for losing."

We all went back into the living room, Malena giving me a look as we took our places, then Ricki gestured to a bag that was new to the room but not to me. It was Alanna's 'toybox.'

"So we discussed it and we decided if Austin had lost, he was going to have to give one of Alanna's dildos a blowjob," Ricki explained and the other girls laughed and I pretended to wipe sweat off my brow. "But since Malena lost, she has to wear this until the end of the game." She held up a long furry tail attached to a small plastic device.

I knew what it was. Alanna and I hadn't used it yet, but I know I had been looking forward to when we did. I'm no furry or anything, but I thought it was sort of weirdly hot.

"So, this part's a fox tail, obviously," Alanna said, gesturing down the orange furred tail portion to the white tuft at the end. "And this part is a buttplug to keep it attached.

"Uh, what now?" Malena said, one hand going back to her tush protectively.

"It's really small, like the smallest one there is," Alanna assured her.

"I've never had anything up my butt before though," Malena said.

"And I've never been tea bagged," Beth snorted. "Are you in or are you out?"

Malena was obviously startled by the prospect of having a buttplug inside her, but she also didn't want to be out of the game. Her hesitation to answer drew out and Ricki wiggled the tail at her.

"I think it will look really cute," I offered.

She looked to me, then back to the tail and bit her lip. "Alright, what do I need to do?"

"Here," Alanna said, reaching out and taking the tail from Ricki. She dug into her toy-bag and pulled out a bottle of lube, smearing a dollop onto the purple plastic nodule at the base of the tail. As she spread the lube over the plastic she said, "Look, this tapered point goes in first, and then you push past this wider bit and you're done, this little part is the only thing that stays sticking out. The flat piece on the end keeps it in place, and there you go, you've got a sexy little fox tail."

Malena sighed and nodded, "Alright, I'll try it. Is it going to hurt?"

"Something this small? Maybe like a tiny bit when you first push it in, and after it'll feel weird for a bit, but you've gotten plenty worse on the rugby pitch." It was true, at least the part about the rugby pitch. Alanna still had a slightly green bruise on her thigh from where she had been kicked during their last game, and Ricki had a couple of scars on her left leg where she had caught the bottom of a girl's cleats fairly deep in the past. I hadn't noticed any old battle wounds on Malena, but I was sure she had them.

"How should I... y'know... put it in?"

"Honestly? You can bend over and I can just put it in, or you could sit on the couch, get your legs up behind your ears and put it in yourself."

"I'll do it myself," Malena said, holding out her hand for the tail.

"Your choice," Alanna shrugged.

Malena sat on the couch and took a few calming breaths, then looked around the room. "No one ever tells a word of this to anyone ever, right?"

We all agreed and Beth laughed, "Fuck, I'd have to admit to letting Josh put his balls on my forehead. No one ever finds out about this."

"Alright," Malena said. "Here goes." She slouched down on the couch and pulled back her legs, spreading herself completely in front of us until her legs were hooked behind her elbows and her feet were near her head. She was practically folded in half, her pussy and ass completely open to us. There were a million things I wanted to do just then, but instead I watched quietly as she put the tip of the small butplug up against her tightly wound asshole. She hissed in a breath, "It's cold."

"I could get the 'tingling sensations' lube if you really want," Alanna joked.

Malena bit her lip and ran the tip of the buttplug around her hole, spreading herself open a little bit and pressing it further in. Her tits, pushed together by the position of her arms and legs, wobbled and I noticed her nipples were super hard and standing at attention.

"Just push it in, you don't have that much more to go," Alanna cooed softly, encouraging her.

Malena did, pushing on the buttplug more firmly. She gulped in a breath of air and her eyes widened when she got to the widest part, but then her hole closed around the plastic and the flat part nestled right up to her skin. She lowered her legs and took a few deep breaths, the tail sticking out from below her.

"How's it feel?" asked Ricki.

"Weird. It didn't really hurt going in so much as I was worried it was going to. I dunno, it's... different. We'll see if I like it I guess." She stood up slowly and turned around, brushing out the tail behind her. It stood out from her firm little ass beautifully, the cheeks pressing around it and keeping it slightly erect as opposed to lying flat down her butt.

"Sexy as hell," I said, and Alanna agreed.

"Boobs, ass, tail. How's a girl supposed to compete?" Beth joked, making Alanna and Ricki snicker.

We sat back down in our circle, Malena making a surprised, 'oh!' as she readjusted herself. "Gotta be careful how I sit with this thing." She sat back down carefully, looking expectantly to our faithful dealer. The tail snaked out from her ass behind her and I wished I could have a picture of just that, it was so tantalizing.

Cards. I had a pair of sixes with a king high, so I discarded my other two and ended up with a pair of kings, putting me at two pair.

As we revealed I realized no one was groaning - there were no dud hands.

"Well, Josh, Beth and Ricki lose," I said.

"What? No, I've got a pair," Josh said.

"Same," Ricki and Beth both exclaimed.

"Yeah, but Malena, Alanna and I all have better than that, so you guys lose."

"Fuck," Josh said.

"Fine," Beth grunted, and Ricki just shrugged.

"Well, as the winner I'll give the first dare, and Austin and Malena can figure out the other two," Alanna said. Still clad in her bra and daisy duke jean shorts, she was the only one of us with a stitch of clothing. "Beth, I dare you to let each of us find out what it's like to play with pierced boobies for thirty seconds."

"Alright," she said with a sarcastic grin, "Who's first?"

"Me, of course," Alanna grinned, patting her lap. "Come here, Piercings."

Alanna had Beth straddle her waist as she sat with her legs in front of her, pulling the smaller girl in tight by the butt so that they were chest to chest. "Ok, someone time this," Alanna said, then immediately her hands were squeezing Beth's smaller tits. Fingers explored, then Alanna bent her head down and took one of the other girl's nipples into her mouth and Beth moaned in surprise. Alanna had just started on the other tit when Ricki called time.

Beth stood and hesitated for a moment, getting her balance, then moved over to me. "Uh," she said, "Do you want your dick in front or behind me?"

"Your choice?" I said, and she sat down on my legs, sliding up until my dick was trapped between our bodies. This had the added effect of her pussy pressing against the base, warm and slightly slick. "Ready?" I asked her.

She nodded, so I immediately bent and took the nipple Alanna hadn't had a chance to work over in my mouth. The piercing could shift a little bit and I tongued at it along with the nipple itself, prodding the little barbell to twist lightly. "Mmm, fuck," she groaned, my other hand playing with the boob I wasn't sucking on. I let go of her with my mouth and caught her now free breast with my other hand, tilting my head up and kissing her lightly on the lips. Beth was grinding her crotch lightly against mine and started kissing me back, her tongue stud cold and odd in my mouth.

"Time," called Ricki.

I let go of Beth and she stood up. I looked to Alanna first, who had a smoldering hunger in her eyes. Clearly she was ok with what just happened. Then I looked to Malena - I had gone pretty far there and might have just ruined what we had started earlier, but she wasn't even looking at me. She had assumed the position with her legs out and was looking up at Beth as the other girl sat down, inching up Malena's naked legs until they were almost nose to nose.

"Hey," Beth said.

"Hey," Malena responded, scrunching up her nose as she smiled. Tentatively, Malena brought up her hands and felt at Beth's nipples, pinching and twisting lightly, exploring what the piercings were like. After a few moments she dipped her head and licked one of them, eyes trained on Beth's face.

"Mmm," Beth hummed pleasantly.

Malena continued licking lightly, playing her tongue over the piercings until her time was up. Ricki's time went fairly similarly, the girls willing to play along and experiment, getting turned on by the physical contact but not as into it as Alanna or I had been.

While Beth was straddling Ricki, Malena leaned back and sighed. She was bracing herself with her hands behind her on the floor and her legs splayed out in front of her and I couldn't help running my eyes down her body from her collarbone to her toes. When my eyes came back up she was looking at me with a small smile but didn't say anything.

Beth, finished with Ricki, stood up and looked to Josh, who quickly reorganized himself so that she could sit in his lap. She slowly lowered herself down and squeezed in close, taking the same approach she had with me so that his dick was caught between the two of them. As Josh started feeling up her tits I noticed Beth's hips rotating slowly, her ass clenching slightly as she rubbed herself against his hard shaft. She bent her head and kissed him tentatively and he responded,

I had always wondered if Josh and Beth had hooked up before, maybe as a first-year fling or something. It wasn't that they acted weird around each other or anything - I would have noticed at some point in the two and a half years we had been making music together - but they were together a lot and seemed completely comfortable. Maybe not Alanna and I levels of friendly comfort, but still the question had been there.

Watching them now, I'm fairly certain they hadn't hooked up before but the thoughts had been there. Josh was being a little bit tender with his touches and Beth was clearly hoping for more, but as time ran out they separated slightly and lingered for a longer moment before Beth dismounted and slipped into her spot next to Josh.




Pushing Boundaries



"Phew," she said, face and chest flushed. "That was- wow." She was sitting on her butt, her legs both bent in front of her, leaving her flushed pink vagina on display and clearly more than just simply aroused. 

Josh had a silly grin on his face, which dropped slightly when Malena said, "I think I know what Ricki and Josh should do." She turned to me as if asking permission to give both the dares, since Alanna had passed them to us. I shrugged and she winked at me. "I think Josh should lie down on the floor and Ricki needs to take a moustache ride."

"You mean I have to sit on his face?"

"Mhmm," Malena said, "For two minutes."

Ricki shrugged and put a hand to her pussy, "Hey, I'm fine with getting eaten out."

Josh licked his lips and wiggled his eyebrows at Ricki goofily, then got down on the floor on his back. "Hop on."

Ricki shuffled forward on her knees until she was straddling his head, then looked down at him. His eyes were trained on her pussy, but he looked up past her tits to nod his readiness. Ricki slowly eased her backside down until Josh's head nearly disappeared below her, her ass popped up slightly as she arched her back with the first sign of pleasure.

"Oooh, fuck. He's already licking me," she moaned, then shuddered and giggled under her breath. "His moustache is tickling me though. It's not rough like I thought it would be, thank god. Mmm, he's got his tongue up inside me now." Josh's hands were up and awkwardly holding her thighs, brushing back and forth on her skin, and she placed her hands on his hairy chest as she shuddered again. "Mmm, fuck Josh, you aren't too bad at this. Oh, he's kissing my lips down there now like he's french kissing me and his chin is rubbing all over my- fuck. Fuck. Mmm, fuck."

Ricki was clearly enjoying herself, slowly lowering her body over top of his as Josh continued working, hands sliding down his chest and abdomen to his legs on either side of his dick, which was standing up like a flagpole.

"Fuuugh," Ricki groaned, eyes closed and clearly getting into her dare. "Uuungh, just like- yeah, do that again and again. Mmm, I could-"

"Time," Malena called in a sing-song voice.

"What?" Ricki groaned, unmoving.

"Time. Get off of him," Malena said sternly, and Ricki did with a heavy groan. Once she was off of Josh we found him grinning widely, his lower face covered in wetness from Ricki and his own spit.

"Get up and deal, Josh," Alanna said, and he did.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to win at this point. The physical heat in the room felt like it had picked up and we all had a light sheen about us, the sexual energy heavy along with the smell of excitement. As I revealed my pair of queens it became apparent I wasn't a loser though.

Malena, Josh and Beth didn't groan as they lost, instead looking to Ricki who had a grin on her face as the winner. "Alright," she said, "I think at least some people need a chance at release here. The three of you all go sit on the couch, Josh in the middle, and you're going to jerk each other off for three minutes. We'll see if any of you have a hair trigger."

The three of them lined up on the couch with Josh in the middle. After a bit of figuring, Josh ended up with a hand in either girl's lap and each of them had an arm over top of his, both ready to get to work on him. Malena's tail was curled out and to the side, sticking out around her hip.

"Ready?" Ricki asked, "Go, three minutes."

Both girls took ahold of Josh's dick and started fumbling, trying to find a rhythm to their madness. Josh, splitting his attention between the two, slid both of his hands lower and started by petting at them, fingers exploring between their spread legs. Watching from where I sat I felt a tinge of jealousy as Malena moaned and shifted a little lower in her seat as Josh did something correct in his ministrations. I didn't have a right to feel that, not really at least and especially not after I kissed Beth during her dare.

I felt Alanna brush my arm and turned to her. She was giving me a concerned look, one that spoke volumes to me. Are you ok with this?

Was I? This was... well, it was insane. Strip poker while we were all a little tipsy was crazy enough, but these dares were starting to get wild. Two weeks ago I had been a virgin, and while Alanna and I had done our best to make up for the years we should have been together, she was still my one and only. 

As the three on the couch started moaning a bit more, I checked and they all had their eyes closed as Ricki raptly watched them from her position across the blanket, I closed the distance between Alanna and I and whispered to her. "I don't know. Are you?"

"I think so," she whispered back, looking at the lewd mutual masturbation scene before us and licking her lips lightly. "The way the others are looking at you and Josh is pretty hot, and I'm ok with whatever is going on between you and Malena. She looks fucking sexy."

"I know, right?" I said quietly. "I just don't know if I like..."

"Sharing," she finished my sentence for me.

"Yeah."

"I'm sharing you," she pointed out, though without any sort of negativity.

"I know, and that's why I'm ok with this," I whispered.

She kissed me on the cheek and moved back a bit. "Time," she called.

"What!? Noo," Beth yelled, trying to force Josh's hand to stay where it was.

"Augh," Josh groaned, looking down at his dick. He was clearly close to finishing, the head glistening with precum the girls had been rubbing into his skin.

Malena just sort of oozed off the couch, moving over to her place in the circle on her hands and knees, tail waving behind her. She sat down and took a long, slow breath, then opened her eyes as the tip of her tongue played along her bottom lip lightly. "Deal the cards," she said breathily.

Josh picked them up on his way to his seat, Beth muttering in frustration as she completed the circle.

When I saw my hand, with nothing good, I made the decision that I was ok with losing this round. I had been hard for almost an hour now, the sights and sounds of our game teasing me to the limit. No discards or redraws, I happily revealed my cards as a losing hand, hoping Malena would as well.

She had two pairs, just barely beaten out by Alanna's three of a kind. "This is getting ridiculous," Josh said, revealing his single pair. "I don't know how she's doing it but I swear Alanna has to be cheating."

I laughed and shook my head, but Alanna piped up, "I'll make you a deal, next time I lose I'll take off everything."

"Done," said Josh.

No one was thinking about the game coming to an end.

"For now though, I think Austin, Ricki and Beth have a dare to complete. Hmmm, what to do," Alanna mused, tapping a finger on her chin. She turned her eyes to me and I caught a teasing glance before she made a face like she had come up with an idea. "I know. I think Austin's been left out too much, so Beth and Ricki are going to both give him a blowjob. You can play with yourselves while you do it."

If I hadn't been hard already, I would have been in moments. As it was, I felt my hardon go from 'like a rock' to 'hard as steel.' Ricki and Beth were both grinning, Beth already rubbing at her crotch, a finger clearly dipping between her inner labia. "Come on stud," Ricki said, motioning me over, "Stand right here."

I followed her directions and soon I was standing with Ricki and Beth kneeling in front of me, my dick between them as they turned their eyes up to my face. Beth's were a greenish blue while Ricki's were a darker brown, both wide as they got ready to suck me off. Just the thought of that got me light headed.

"Well, whenever you're ready," Alanna laughed.

"Fuck, I was ready like four hands ago," Ricki laughed, then leaned forward and took the head of my dick in her mouth, her tongue quickly pressing and rubbing against the underside as my knees buckled momentarily. She had wonderfully full lips which sealed around me as her eyes didn't break from mine.

She pulled back and released my dick with a pop, then repeated the movement all over again. She started sucking me a bit deeper into her mouth and her eyes dropped to where she was working, Beth sitting on her knees next to Ricki staring intently at the other girl's lips working around my shaft while she openly fingered her pussy. "Fuuuck," I groaned, and Ricki released me again, bringing up a hand and stroking her spit down my shaft before pointing it towards Beth.

The smaller girl licked the side of my shaft with just the very tip of her tongue, running up to the head before turning her eyes upwards. Our eyes locked for a long moment and I wondered at how exotic she looked despite the fact that she was a white kid from a suburb town. Her dark hair cut short, the piercings in her nose and eyebrow, she looked like some foreign punk princess instead of a girl who probably went to ballet lessons when she was six and played the flute in her high school band.

Beth swallowed me down and I shuddered, the feeling of her tongue stud a completely new experience for me; the cool, smooth nub of metal teasing down my shaft and rubbing over the ridges of the head. She hummed her appreciation as one of my hands reached out and brushed her face before my fingers ran through her short hair.

"How long?" Ricki asked, turning back to Alanna briefly, her hand still around the base of my cock.

"Until he goes off," Alanna grinned. "The way he's constantly jerking off in his room, I assume he'll be ready for more pretty quickly."

"What?" I said, "You can hear me?"

"You thought I couldn't?" Alanna asked with a chuckle.

Beth released my dick, "Fuck, Austin. I can hear you sometimes and you live on a different floor than me."

I was blushing, but considering the act she was performing on me, and that they had never brought it up before, I wasn't about to push the issue. Beth started kissing along the side of my shaft while Ricki took back possession of my head, swirling her tongue around it with an open mouth.

"Unngh," I groaned, my balls boiling. "I don't know how much longer I'm going to last."

"You better last long enough for me to get off," Beth groaned. Both of her hands were working in her crotch now and there was a slight squishing sound. She lowered her face and licked at my balls while Ricki helped make room by shuffling a bit closer to me, tilting my dick up to her face. Her large breasts were pressed into my leg now and I could feel her arm brushing lower as she fingered herself as well.

"How long?" I moaned.

"Not. Long," Beth panted, her hot breath caressing my crotch and Ricki started swallowing me deeper, working her mouth quickly as she jerked my base with her hand.

I glanced to my side and saw Alanna grinning at me, one hand trailing a finger over her bare stomach. Malena, still in her spot, was pressing her lips together as if she were trying to keep something in, her legs firmly together and rubbing back and forth as she watched Ricki and Beth.

"Fuck," Beth whispered, and then louder, "Fuck." She sat back from me on the balls of her feet, one hand behind her keeping her balance while the other one thrust two fingers into her cunt, legs spread wide and her small tits bouncing rapidly with her efforts. She was completely on display and if I had had the presence of mind I could have counted the small freckles on her body. As it was, my eyes roved over her jiggling tits and the fingers she had slamming into herself, but landed on her face as the tension in her body built - her mouth was open in a feral grin that almost looked like she was in pain, eyes screwed shut as she concentrated her entire being on the building orgasm.

Ricki took me nearly to the base, gagging slightly on my dick as she sucked me like a vacuum, before releasing me completely and pointing my dick at Beth. She started jerking me firmly, her hand flying with the lubrication of her spit. "Come all over her," Ricki said.

My body seized up as I started coming - I would have been shouting to the rafters if it weren't for the fact that my lungs and throat were constricted from the effort. Don't get me wrong, I really like fucking Alanna, but there was something so different about Ricki jerking me off - not to mention the view of Beth - that it was definitely something extra.

"Hnnngha-" Beth moaned, her body rocking back and forth as she started her own orgasm while Ricki jerked my load out, my cum splattering across Beth's tits, abdomen and the hand she had furiously working at her pussy. She collapsed back onto her ass, breathing deeply, as Ricki stopped jerking me and slow stroked me a couple of times, then brought me back to her mouth and suckled on my head for a long moment, milking the last of my cum from the source.

"Ho, fuck," I groaned, and Ricki grinned proudly as she released my dick.

Beth was moving, using my leg to pull herself back into a sitting position. "Fuck, I needed that," she chuckled breathily.

"I still need it," Ricki half groaned as she sat back as well.

"Guess I, ah, better start shuffling then," Josh said. I staggered over to my spot next to Alanna and Malena, Ricki and Beth returning to their respective seats as well. Alanna flashed me a smirk and wiggled her eyebrows at me, while Malena gave me an odd look and openly glanced down to my dick which was now at half-chub.

The hand went quick and I somehow managed to cobble together a pair, leaving me in the middle of the road with Ricki the winner of the hand. Beth just sort of wheezed a chuckle as she turned over her dud of a hand, Malena looking a little more excited that she was going to get a dare this time.

"Hmm," Ricki pondered, "What to do, what to do."

"Want to pull something from the toybag?" Alanna asked helpfully.

"No, I know what they have to do," Ricki smirked with a naughty glint in her eyes. "Beth, you need to lie down on the floor and Malena has to lick all of Austin's cum off of you."

"What?" Malena balked.

Alanna started laughing, slapping her thigh, "That's fantastic."

"Do I really have to lick it off her?" Malena complained.

"Yup, no hands allowed," Ricki grinned.

Malena rolled her eyes, but got onto her hands and knees and crawled to where Beth was already laying herself out in the center of the circle, giggling lightly. From my position I couldn't see a whole lot of Malena's face as she licked my cum from Beth's body, though at one point she lifted her head and looked back at me to say, "It's really not that bad, though a little cold now." I was much more interested in the view I had of her ass pointed back at me, the fox tail jutting out and up and resting on her lower back. She had her legs together but with her back arched as she bent to lick Beth her pussy was pressed out like a delicious, fleshy clam, lips glistening slightly with arousal. As she shifted her weight with her movement the tail would slip one way or the other almost as if she were wagging it sinuously. 

"Mmm," Alanna moaned lightly and I nodded in response.

Her dare completed, Malena returned to her seat as Beth rolled over, crawling over to her spot. Her nipples were hard and points on her body were glistening where Malena had been licking; she bit her lip and ran a hand through her short hair, eyes intent and obviously ready to progress with the game.

Josh dealt and I had two pair after discards.

"Well fuck," Alanna laughed. Everyone turned over their cards, and Alanna and Malena were the losers. "Guess I gotta hold to that deal."

Alanna stood up and reached behind her, undoing her bra. "You all ready to see the goods?" she asked jokingly.

"Been waiting all afternoon," Josh laughed.

"I think Austin's been waiting his entire life," Rikki said with an eyeroll.

"Oh, come on," I said.

"Whatever, meet the ladies," Alanna said, peeling her red bra away from her chest and showing off her large, perky breasts. They were big, round and firm, her nipples a dull pink and pointing out proudly. On anyone else I would have guessed she had had a boob job they were so perky and globular, but I'd known her my entire life and had watched those puppies grow. Her light body hair trailed down her chest and diminished on her tits, her slightly tanned skin puckered with goosebumps. Alanna quickly undid her jean shorts, pushing them down and then spinning in place to show off her matching red lacy thong, full ass beautifully framed.

"Oh yeah, and you were all saying I have nice assets," Malena joked. "Then there's Alanna with her fucking gravity-defying tits and ass for days."

Alanna laughed and tugged on her waistband. "Should I stop?"

"No," Josh and I both said at the same time, setting the girls to laughing.

Alanna turned around and bent at the waist as she had instructed Malena to do earlier, showing off her thick, athletic ass. She slowly slid the thong down, letting it drop to her ankles, and then flexed each cheek a couple of times. For the last six or seven years Alanna had been dealing with her body issues - the fact that she had a naturally thicker frame than girls like Malena - by working out and training for rugby. That had been after we had a scare in high school when she nearly developed an eating disorder before I performed a one-man intervention for my best friend. Now, those years of training had left her with a fantastic ass, sexy thighs and a toned tummy.

"Guuurl," Ricki said, "Dat aaaass."

Alanna laughed, then looked over her shoulder with a dirty expression and reached back, spreading her cheeks and giving us a clear look at her crinkled asshole and flushed pink pussy. I was now intimately aware with both of those sweet spots, having dedicated several hours over the last weeks with her learning every nook and cranny of them, but that didn't stop me from hanging my mouth open and breathing deeply.

Letting go of her cheeks, Alanna turned around and cupped her tits, tweaking both of her nipples lightly. "That enough of a show?"

"No," Josh said.

"Too bad, Malena has a dare to do," she responded with a grin.

"I think I know exactly what Malena has to do," Ricki said, taking charge as the winner of the hand again. "I think you should welcome Alanna to the game properly and go find out what she tastes like."

"Mmm," Alanna grinned, spreading her legs and crooking a finger at Malena before joking in a fake hillbilly accent, "You got a purdy mouth."

Malena laughed with the rest of us but hesitated for a moment before shrugging and crawling over to Alanna, ending up between the blonde's legs as Alanna leaned back on her elbows. I felt myself reaching max hardness potential again as I watched Malena look up Alanna's body to her face, their eyes meeting before Malena slowly moved forward and planted a small kiss on the pussy in front of her.

She looked down at her subject, her hands coming forward and delicately prodding at Alanna's thick outer labia before spreading her open and dipping her head back down, tongue out and seeking until it found skin, sliding up Alanna's pussy and causing her to shudder with pleasure. Malena repeated the action, then dipped her head lower and closer, tonguing Alanna more broadly in long, slow strokes.

"Mmm yeah," Alanna moaned lightly. "Is this your first time?"

"Mmhmm," Malena hummed.

"Just think of what you like someone to do to you," Alanna sighed.

Malena's face, which had been more serious as she tried eating pussy for the first time, broke into a small, shy smile and she turned her head, kissing Alanna's muscled thigh lightly, then the other side. She lowered down to her task again, her mouth opening as she tried driving her tongue deeper in Alanna, lapping at her while she looked up to her face. Her eyes shifted over to me for a split second, watching from beside Alanna, and she blushed but didn't stop her tongue actions. She finally withdrew, planting another light kiss on Alanna's pussy as the other girl groaned her disappointment at being left wanting.




Pushing Boundaries



"Well," Ricki asked, "How'd she taste?"

"Sort of sweet and salty. Not bad but not like, 'oh my god I need more of that,'" Malena shrugged, wiping her lower face with her forearm.

"Well that's a pretty mediocre grade," Alanna smirked sarcastically, sitting back up.

"Well what can I say, it pretty much tasted like I do," Malena shrugged.

"You've tasted yourself?" Josh perked up.

Malena blushed again, "Well yeah, if I lick my fingers while I'm masturbating or something."

"Josh," I said, "We can talk about this, or you can deal the cards."

He dealt.

"There goes my winning streak," Ricki laughed.

"And it looks like I'm starting on a losing one," Alanna sighed half-heartedly.

"Alright, what are we doing Austin?" Ricki asked, turning to me and my winning hand of a straight.

"I dunno," I hummed and hawed, "I mean, I'm not going to just copy your dare from last round, and I'm pretty sure you're both feeling extra frisky by now... hmm..." I reached over to Alanna's toybag and pretended to browse through it even though I knew exactly what I was looking for. "Aha," I said, "I know what you two are doing."

I pulled out a long, purple double-headed dildo from the bag.

"Oooh, fun," Alanna grinned.

"For real?" Ricki asked, "That thing, y'know, works how I think it does right?"

"If you think one end goes in me and one end goes in you, then yes," Alanna said, taking it from me and walking on her knees over to Ricki.

"Um, fuck it. Let's do this," the brunette girl said. "How do we-?"

"Well, we can do it the amateur way and go butt-to-butt, or we can do it the good way and both fuck our brains out."

"The second one?" Ricki said, and Alanna grinned.

She had Ricki move to the center of the group, mostly so we could all 'watch and learn.' Ricki was lying on her back, partially on her side with her one leg held up near Alanna's shoulder as Alanna straddled the other. "First thing's first, gotta lube this baby up and bit," Alanna said, then spit on the end of the purple dildo before palming the head and spreading it around. She did the same to the other end, then put it up against Ricki's pussy, spreading the other girl's thick lips as she maneuvered the purple dildo back and forth.

"You ready to get your world rocked?" Alanna asked her.

Ricki smiled and raised an eyebrow. "We'll see if you can compete with the real thing," she challenged.

Alanna pushed the dildo into Ricki, who sucked in a breath and closed her eyes as she was penetrated. Alanna was quick to pull it out most of the way before pushing deeper, using one hand to lightly rub a thumb over Ricki's clit. After a few more in-and-outs the dildo was over a third of the way in and Alanna stopped moving it.

"Alright, now for the tricky part," she said, "I need you to hold it in."

"I'll do it," Beth surprised everyone, reaching across Ricki and grabbing the dildo where it was spreading Ricki open.

"Ok, now I just-" Alanna grunted under her breath, raising up as high as she could on her knees and bringing the free end to her crotch. She had to crane her neck to look past her own tits so she could see what she was doing, but very quickly she had the dildo lodged in her and was slowly feeding it in and out, sliding down it's length. "Mmkay," she groaned pleasurably, "You ready for more?"

"More?" Ricki asked.

"It's a 14" dildo, so seven for each of us," Alanna said, shifting her body and pushing another couple of inches past Beth's fingers, who pulled away, and into Ricki before taking more herself.

"Oh, fuck that's deep," Ricki moaned, one hand stopping Alanna's movements by putting a palm to her abdomen. The other one was holding onto one of her own tits tightly.

"Almost there," Alanna assured her. "One more little push and-" She did it and the dildo disappeared completely between the two, their pussies pushed right together, labia to labia. Malena and I moved around so we could see better, the view of Alanna's vagina mashing against Ricki's fat lips etching into my brain.

"Now what?" Ricki half-panted.

"Now I rock your world," Alanna smirked. She rotated her hips, grinding their pussies together but also shifting the dildo inside them, and she gave a girlish grunt. Her hands were holding onto Ricki's leg, keeping it tight to her chest, and it looked like she was using it for leverage as she rotated her hips again and again in the grinding, thrusting motion.

"Humma- wow, ok, wow," Ricki groaned, her eyes fluttering as she got fucked. After a moment she got into Alanna's rhythm, thrusting her hips off the ground and back at the blonde riding her. Ricki used her arms to brace herself on the floor, leaving her big tits to bounce enticingly as the two girls humped at each other.

"Boobs," Josh said under his breath, "Boobs everywhere." Malena and I broke out in nervous, horny giggles as we watched the scene before us.

"Huungggh," Ricki was moaning, eyes closed and head back, and Alanna picked up her pace. Ricki's toes were spread wide and Alanna pulled the foot that was dangling in the air to her lips and sucked on the big toe before biting it lightly. "Umagah- Umagah- Oh my gooood," Ricki groaned, her movements stopping as she tensed up, an orgasm rippling through her.

Alanna didn't stop her grinding until Ricki's muscles went loose and she lay back on the floor, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The two rugby players were still for a long moment until Alanna started moving away, slowly disengaging from the dildo and then easing it out of Ricki. She tossed the purple toy aside and swept her long blonde hair away from her face before bending down and taking one long, broad-tongued taste of Ricki.

"Mmm," Alanna grinned. "Not bad at all."

Ricki shuddered at the stimulation and snorted a light laugh, "High praise from the Queen of Vaginas."

"Alright, enough languishing," Alanna said, slapping Ricki's thigh lightly. "Let's play another hand."

We all got back to our spots and Josh dealt the cards.

After watching the last dare I was raring to go, but with a natural flush in hand I felt like it would be cheating for me to discard it away. I kept it, expecting to win and wondering who I was going to get to dare, but was quickly shot down when Malena turned over her own cards with a huge smile. "Royal flush," she crowed, sticking out her tongue at me teasingly.

"What do we have to do?" Josh asked, obviously excited to have lost along with Beth.

"I think there's been a bit too much girl-on-girl fun going on, so Beth is going to get on the floor and Josh, you're going to put your dick in her." The look on Josh's face was like he'd just won the lottery. "But you only get ten strokes," Malena finished with a wicked smirk.

"What? That's not enough..." Beth complained.

"Enough for what?" Alanna asked, voice full of false innocence.

"Stuff," muttered Beth.

Josh looked torn now, "Is that really all?"

"Yeup," Malena grinned. "Here's hoping you aren't a ten-pump chump."

Beth started moving to the center of the circle but Ricki got up, holding out a hand. "Hold on one sec," she said. "Penis plus vagina equals condom."

She darted into her room, which happened to lead off from the main hallway outside the living room, and came back quickly with a box of condoms.

"Now why do you need a whole box of those?" Malena laughed.

Ricki blushed and tossed one of the silver wrapped packets to Josh. "You never know, and I stole them from my RA last year." Ricki and Malena were both second years, while the rest of us were third, and so had been forced to live in the dormitories the year before.

Josh was quick to tear open the condom wrapper and cover himself. Beth had apparently decided she wanted to take Josh doggy style, and was on her hands and knees in front of him, biting her lip and slowly wiggling her butt back and forth.

"Just one more thing," Ricki said, then leaned down and engulfed Josh's dick in her mouth, sucking for a long moment before releasing, a little trail of spit connecting her mouth to him for a moment before she wiped it away. "Don't want anyone dry dogging it."

Josh took a deep breath, mentally readying himself, then knelt down behind Beth. He ran the tip of his dick over her mound for a moment and she looked back over her shoulder at him. "You only get ten, so you better make them fucking good."

He slow stroked her for the first one, taking more than enough time to let her adjust to him on the fly until he stopped, most of the way in. "One," the rest of us counted out loud.

"Really?" He asked, looking around at us.

"Yeah, it's happening," Alanna said.

He pulled out a little less slowly, then speared into Beth again, this time a little faster than the last. "Two." Beth had her eyes closed and her head down, but I could see her mouth was hanging open as she tried to enjoy every moment. "Three." The slow thrusts continued until they got to seven, when Josh changed it up into a hard, fast stroke that lingered while he was buried inside her. The last one went back to slow, almost excruciatingly so for us as we watched.

Josh pulled out and Beth groaned in annoyance, banging on the floor with her fist for a moment before glaring at Malena. "Really? I mean, really?"

Malena smiled sweetly, "Want to play another hand?"

"Fuck yes," Beth grunted, getting up. She turned and kissed Josh lightly for a moment before going to her seat. "Thanks, that was really nice."

"Nice," Josh sighed. "That's all I had time to get to." He grinned lopsidedly and shook his head, gathering up the cards before moving to his seat.

Revenge is swift apparently, and I was extremely excited about it. I lost. Malena lost. Beth won.

I was feeling like the Man of Steel, sitting in the post-reveal moment when everyone paused to see who was going to exhibit themselves next. Beth cackled and clapped her hands and Malena glanced at me, that look in her eyes again that mirrored the hungry one in Alanna's.

"Oh, you think you're going to fuck?" Beth asked. "Yeah, no."

What? Noooo! I thought in my head.

"Alanna, can I see your bag please?" Alanna passed the bag over to Beth, who dug around inside it for a moment before pulling out a red buttplug. It wasn't some massive thing like they used in porn, but it was clearly larger than the little one that was keeping the cute fox tail attached to Malena. "The other one comes out and this one goes in," Beth grinned with a glint in her eyes. "And if you need help, Austin has to do it. With his mouth."

I raised my eyebrows and Malena looked from me to Beth and the new buttplug and back again. "Uh," she said, "That's a lot bigger."

Beth just raised her eyebrow, her piercings accenting the move and making it scary-sexy. "Ten strokes," she said dryly.

"I'm ok with helping," I offered Malena.

"You're ok with... y'know?" she asked.

"Eating your ass?" I offered, and she gave a small nod. "I'm pretty sure I'm good with it." In fact, I was more than ok with it - while Alanna and I hadn't had full on anal sex yet, I'd spent plenty of time with my face pressed between her thick, athletic butt cheeks. It might not have been quite as tasty as her other hole, but she was studious about keeping herself clean and from the clear view I had gotten when Malena had first put in the tail, so did she.

"Okay," Malena said, slowly standing. "I guess first thing's first, I need to get this out." She reached around behind herself and dug her fingers under the flat rim of the plug currently in her butt. Her position let me trail my eyes up and down her body, taking in everything from her upturned tits as they jiggled with her movements to her small camel toe, just showing moistness from her arousal. Despite her fantastic body, I still thought it was her face that was the sexiest - her usual smile was gone as her lip curled up a bit and she wrinkled her nose and brow while she worked on pulling out the tail. Malena hissed in a breath and then her body relaxed and she was holding the smaller plug.

I took the red plug from Beth and held it up next to the one in Malena's hand. "See, not that much bigger," I assured her.

"Still bigger," she said, shooting a glare at Beth, who just shrugged and smiled. "How are we gonna-"

"Face down, ass up," Alanna chanted. "That'll be easiest."

"You know way too much," Ricki laughed.

Malena got down on her knees, looked at me with a slightly worried but mostly horny expression, took a deep breath and then lowered her head. Her flexibility was astounding, her back arching dramatically so that most of her upper body was flat against the floor but she was still somehow folded in half at the waist, exposing herself entirely.

"God damn that's hot," I said, then moved in beside her. I didn't wait for anyone to say go, or check if she was ready. Instead I kissed one of her ass cheeks, my lips lingering as they brushed against her firm flesh, then again slightly lower. My eyes raised and looked across Malena's spread ass at Alanna, who was sitting on her knees with her hands holding her thighs. She mouthed the words, 'So jealous,' and I knew she meant that I got to do this and not her. We were ok.

I kissed Malena's other butt cheek, then took the opportunity to cover her pussy with my mouth and tongue her. She jumped under me, not expecting it, but quickly moaned her appreciation. It might not have been part of the dare, but she was right there and I wasn't about to let the opportunity pass. I played my tongue along her lips for a long moment before driving it as far into her as I could, flicking it in and out and tasting her. She was different than Alanna but still similar, like the difference between two types of plums - both sweet and juicy but not exactly the same. I withdrew my tongue and wrapped my lips around Melena's prominent clit hood, sucking lightly a few times and feeling her shudder beneath by hands, which were on her ass now keeping it spread apart. I pulled my head back and looked at her pussy for a moment, the small dark hole where her lower lips were spread beckoning me to tease her more, to enjoy her. But I had a dare to follow.

I shuffled a little closer so that I was more overtop of her upturned ass and felt my dick brush against her folded over abdomen from between her legs. I had one hand on either ass cheek and squeezed, feeling her muscles underneath the perfectly formed globes. Her asshole was staring back at me, slightly more tan than her pale skin and not-quite knotted closed, as if it was remembering the form it had held for the last while with the other plug inside it.

Bending my head down I lightly licked her perineum, the skin between groin and ass, doing so again and again as I moved closer to her backdoor. I hesitated for just a moment, then took a broad lick of her, feeling her quiver on my tongue as it slowly trailed right across her asshole. There was a tang of sweat and a hint of the sweetness of her pussy where some of her excretions must have trickled down, but mostly I was taken with the sensation of her skin on my tongue. It was the same as when I went down on Alanna, I became focused on how intimate a touch it was and enjoyed feeling her move around me.

I took my time, licking again and again, before I used the tip of my tongue to run along her tight little ring. I closed my lips over it, sucking lightly, before doing so again, eventually probing into the center as the skin became slick with my spit and the knot loosened. I wormed my tongue, pressing harder until I could feel her pinching lightly around my tongue as it danced inside of her. The entire time she was taking stuttered, shallow breaths, her legs quivering minutely under my hands.

Letting go of one of her cheeks, I replaced my tongue with the tip of my finger, her ring clamping down on it. I let a drop of spit go from my mouth and it oozed around my finger and the dimple of her asshole, and I licked at her pussy again while I pressed down with the finger. It took some time but I was eventually able to carefully slide my finger in and out of Malena's ass. I glanced at the red plug, judging it's size compared to my knuckle and decided I should probably progress to a second finger. I also realized the others were sort of just standing around us, watching intently and quietly, which put this strange feeling in me.

When I eased the tip of my second finger in, pushing past her ring, Malena took in a sharp intake of breath through her nose and froze. More spit, a slower approach, and she started breathing again. I was lapping at her pussy now while I kept one eye on my fingers in her ass, occasionally raising up to apply more spit, and then she moaned as I pushed both fingers deeper. Fishing blindly for the buttplug with my free hand, I found it and took my mouth off of her but kept my fingers working. I quickly took the plug and wrapped my lips around it, spreading spit on it as well, and then for good measure ran the tip of it through the center crease of her weeping pussy, picking up her juices.

I started lightly suckling on her clit as I withdrew my fingers entirely and replaced them with the tip of the plug, about the bottom half of it easily filling the space I had prepared before it met much resistance. I started pumping it in and out while I sucked, fractions of an inch at a time.

Malena started a low keening, "Hhhuuuuuunnnnn." I felt one of her hands grab my knee, the other one folded behind her back, fist clenched.

Suckle - pump - ease off - repeat. It was almost in but her rectum had clamped down just shy of the widest part of the plug. Using my tongue to push back her clit hood as much as I could, I sucked harder and she moaned raggedly in her throat, though that turned into a squeal of surprise as I pushed the plug the rest of the way in, stretching her and then giving her release as it quickly tapered to a smaller width, though bigger than what she had been using before.

I pressed lightly on the flat top, or bottom, of the plug, and the dimple around her hole pushed in and she moaned. Patting her ass, I kissed one cheek again and said, "All done."

"Fuuuuuck," she groaned, slowly raising to her hands and knees and looking around at all of us. "How long was that?"

"Austin ate you out for like fifteen minutes," Ricki said. "It was so fucking hot."

The three other girls were standing, their nipples rock hard and their chests rising and falling as they breathed deeply. Josh was standing next to Beth and had one hand on her shoulder, and I suspected she'd probably been fondling him while they watched.

"What's next?" I asked as Malena turned around and cautiously sat down.

"Another hand," Alanna said, quickly moving back to her seat, the rest of us following suit.

Cards. Discard. New cards. If revenge came quickly for Beth, karma was swinging both ways.

"Oh crap," Beth said when Malena turned over her full house. The dark haired girl had lost, along with Josh and I.

"Yeah, that's right," Malena grinned. "Tell me, Beth. How many guys have you had sex with at once?"

"Um, one," Beth said.

"Well that number's about to change. Josh and Austin are going to pick you up between them and you're gonna get fucked in both holes."

"What?!" Beth exclaimed. "That's not fair, I've never done that-"

"Piercings, come on," Alanna interrupted her. "Malena's never taken anything in her butt before, and I'm pretty sure Ricki's never gotten some lesbo loving before either."

"Yeah, but..." she trailed off.

"You can always quit," Ricki offered with a smirk.

Beth frowned and shook her head. "I just... right now?"

"Yeah right now," Malena retorted.

Josh and I looked at each other and shrugged. Neither of us had probably ever planned to be part of double-teaming a chick, particularly together, but would we shoot down the chance? No. Ricki tossed us both condoms and I slipped it on with some minimal figuring; Alanna and I had been fucking bareback for the past two weeks, which was probably stupid since there was still a failure chance even though she was on the pill, and before that I'd never needed to use one since I'd been a virgin.




Pushing Boundaries



Both of us stood up and sort of awkwardly waited for Beth to feel like she was ready. Eventually she stood up with us and put a hand on each of our dicks, squeezing lightly as she nervously played with her lip ring. She silently moved her hands to our shoulders and Josh and I quickly figured out how to lift her up, him holding her under her armpits and me first by her hips, then supporting her under her knees as she lowered, legs splitting out on either side of us.

"Hold on," I said, looking down her back to the ass in front of me. I'd just spent fifteen minutes easing Malena into receiving a buttplug and now it looked like I was going to fuck Beth the same way in a fraction of the time. "I'm gonna need some lube."

"Yes please," Beth said quickly.

Malena grabbed the bottle, "Ricki, why don't you make sure Josh is good and hard? I'll get Austin ready."

Both girls got on their knees in front of us, Beth hanging over them, and then Malena was blowing me. I wanted that condom off immediately, wanted to feel her lips on my shaft and her tongue playing along my head, but it wasn't to be. The sensations were there it just didn't feel like it should. Soon she stopped and spurted a large dollop of lube onto her hand, quickly rubbing it all over my cock and then slowly jerking me, looking up into my eyes, until Ricki coughed lightly and said, "I think he's ready."

"I think the important thing is if Beth is ready," I said. This might have been a game and the girls were getting competitive, but I wasn't about to force Beth into anything she didn't want.

"Just, Josh you put it in first, ok?" She asked. "Then Austin. I've done anal before just, uh, not like this."

He nodded, and out of my view must have entered her with a bit of navigation help from Ricki. Beth shuddered and her ass bumped back into me as Josh thrust a few times. After about twenty seconds Beth turned her face to me, a pleading look in her eye, "Go slow please?"

I kissed her cheek and said, "Of course." Malena was still kneeling below us and took my dick in her hand, maneuvering until I was pointed to the right spot. I could feel warmth through the condom, but all of the texture had disappeared. I pressed more firmly and felt something giving way and Beth took in a deep breath. "Ricki," I said, "Rub Beth's clit while I get in."

She didn't respond but Beth sucked in another breath. I pushed again and the copious amount of lube Malena had doused my dick with did it's work, allowing my head to pop into Beth's ass when she relaxed. She grunted and tensed so I froze, her sphincter clamping firmly less than an inch down my shaft. She shook for a moment and I was worried I had really hurt her, but then she took a deep breath and her body relaxed.

"Fuck," she groaned. "This feels so weird."

"Tell me about it," Malena mumbled.

"Okokok, umm, I think I can take more," Beth groaned, and in response I pushed in another couple of inches. "Whoooaa," she said, lifting herself up and away a bit with her arms on Josh's shoulders, "Okok, hold on, let me just-" She lowered herself down, impaling both her holes on Josh and I until she had taken me to the root. "Fuuuuuuuuuckk," she moaned in her throat.

Josh and I stood there awkwardly. Beth had her head thrown back, resting on my shoulder as she looked at the ceiling, which left us guys almost eye to eye. The fact that we happened to also be sack-to-sack, his pubic hair brushing against me, and that we could feel each other through Beth's interior walls had us both looking away quickly.

"Well, you've officially been DP'd," I said in Beth's ear, my lips brushing some of her piercings.

"It's- I don't even know how to describe it," She moaned, shifting her hips and moving both of us inside her, clenching her ass around my shaft. "I'm so... full."

She shifted again, raising herself a bit, and then letting herself settle. I took the initiative and used her legs to lift her up, higher than she had herself, and dropped her back down. Josh started helping as we lifted and dropped her on our cocks, the condom taking away some of the sensations but still stimulating me like crazy, her ass trying to grab hold of me but the lube doing it's work.

Beth started moaning more, her mouth hanging open, and leaned her back against my chest. Josh bent his head and caught one of her pierced nipples in his mouth, the up and down motion tugging it away from him over and over. He released her and Beth leaned forward, pulling his face to hers as they started to kiss. The up and down movement stopped as she thrust her hips towards Josh a few times, taking him deeper, and I met the backswing by thrusting at her firmly enough that her ass slapped against my pelvic bone. She was moaning into Josh's mouth now as we practically played ping pong with her, each of us counter-thrusting as her hips slapped back and forth between us.

"Fuuuyuuuuuuuck," Beth cried out.

"Oh damn, I'm gonna come," Josh said, and I realized that he hadn't actually gotten any relief yet through the whole game. His stamina so far amazed me; I'd already gotten off once and was feeling the effects of Beth's tight asshole acutely.

"I'm gonna come, fuck I'm gonna come," he kept saying, and then Beth tensed up and stopped moving her hips as her moans turned into a silent scream, her mouth pressed to Josh's. He grunted several times and I had the unfortunate experience of learning exactly what my friend's vinegar strokes looked like.

I stayed completely still, and as soon as Beth loosened up Josh stumbled back with a slick slurp as he disengaged from her. I was now holding Beth up alone, and despite the fact that she was a smaller girl and the smallest of all our roommates, I was starting to get tired. I carefully lifted her, her ass dragging along my cock as if it didn't want to let go, until I felt myself released and my dick bounced down and up, smacking her butt cheek wetly.

Ricki met me halfway and helped me ease Beth down to the ground, where she rolled over and took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. Josh had left a hickey on her tit and I had to admit it looked sexy, reminding me of the one I had left on Alanna our first time together. "Mmmwow," Beth groaned, reaching down and rubbing at her pussy lightly, then moving between her legs and probing at her ass. "That was intense."

"Did you like it?" Malena asked.

Beth smiled lazily, "I mean, yeah. I didn't know if I would, but yeah. I'll still get you back though."

We gave Beth a minute to collect herself, Alanna going to the kitchen and bringing back water for everyone to hydrate. Josh was back with us shortly, recovering from his own intense orgasm, full condom disposed of.

"You guys ready?" Ricki asked both of them, and they nodded. "What are you waiting for then?"

Cards. Alanna won, I wasn't even sure what she had. All I knew was that I didn't lose, Ricki and Josh gaining that honor.

"I think we need an easy one," Alanna said. "Ricki, I dare you to get Josh hard again."

"My pleasure," she grinned, "Or, well, his pleasure."

Ricki quickly had Josh lying back, her ass in the air as she knelt beside him and took his deflated dick into her mouth. "Mm, salty," she commented, tasting the residue of his last orgasm as she started working him over.

Malena was sitting closer to me than before and her hand settled on my leg, fingers brushing back and forth as she watched Ricki for a moment.

"Hey," I said quietly, getting her attention. "How's the butt?"

She flashed me an embarrassed smile, "It's actually ok. Sort of like what Beth said, I feel really full. I kind of like it though, it's different and I feel really dirty." She glanced at the others, who were watching Ricki except that I could tell Alanna was only pretending and was actually listening in on our conversation. "Not as dirty as when you were tonguing my ass though. That was just all kinds of wow. Thank you for being so amazing for me."

Malena tilted her head to mine and kissed me on the lips, not with the heated wild passion like we had out in the rain over an hour ago now, but lightly and lingering. I would have said lovingly, if it weren't for the fact that her hand had moved from my leg to my cock, stroking it a few times before she separated from me.

"Done," Ricki said, sitting up, and she was. Josh was hard again, standing up like a flagpole. "Next hand, I hope I lose again." We all laughed, but quickly got pack to our spots as Josh got the cards.

"Ooh, karma strikes again," Ricki said as she turned over her winning hand. I hadn't lost, but Josh and Alanna had, and now I was in something of an emotional pickle. Alanna was more than ok with the fact that I was getting to experience other girls, especially since she was watching and getting to do the same. But with the way the dares had been going, and with her and Josh, that meant his dick was involved.

How far was I willing to go for the game, and our secret? Alanna had declared to me she didn't want to fuck any other guys, but did that include this game? Where was the line? Handjob or blowjob? I didn't like the thought of either of them. Fuck, I didn't even like Josh getting to feel up Malena earlier and we aren't even in a relationship.

Ricki was grinning, "Things get interesting now. Lot's of people's firsts getting popped, so what about one more? Alanna, I dare you to let Josh fuck you."

Josh was clearly alright with this. Alanna took in a breath and looked around the room. Her eyes lingered on mine and for the first time through the whole game she blushed. "Umm, so... and Josh this is no way meant to be an offense to you... but if I'm going to have my first time with a guy, I'd really rather it be with Austin, since he's always been my best friend."

"Awww," Beth, Ricki and Malena all said. 

Josh sighed and shrugged, "I guess that's alright. Virgin."

Alanna chuckled weakly at his tease then turned to me, "Is that ok Austin?" Two weeks ago I probably would have came in my pants, or rather in the open air since I was currently pantsless. Now, my heart was beating in my chest with a huge force because I knew Alanna was leveraging our sneaking around to keep herself just for me. We'd only said it that morning, but she was proving over and over again how much she loved me. I wanted to go to her and kiss her and tell her over and over again how much I loved and appreciated her.

Instead I had to keep up the lie. "Ye-yeah," I stuttered, trying to act as surprised and happy as I could. "I'd love to."

"Of course he would," Beth giggled, "Everyone knows-"

"Shutup," Ricki told her.

Alanna looked over questioningly at the two, but I knew Beth was about to say 'Everyone knows Austin is in love with Alanna.' Before we'd gotten together it had been true, I'd been in love with my best friend practically since middle school and most people we knew and were friends with had been aware of it. I'd always been Austin, the guy in the friendzone with that crazy lesbian girl. The only person who hadn't been aware of it was Alanna, who'd admitted to me she'd loved me for just as long, she just hadn't known how to make a move. Until the night she threw herself at me, we'd both been total morons when it came to our feelings for each other.

"I'm fine with changing the dare, but you change something so I change something, ok?" Ricki continued, trying to be a good friend to me and not 'reveal' the secret.

"Ok," Alanna said hesitantly.

"You get to change the person to Austin, but you have to take him front and back. Austin gets both your dude-cherries."

"I'm ok with that," Alanna said, then smiled and reached out and took my hand, "That ok with you?"

"Um," I said, blinking, "Absolutely."

"Well, get to it," Ricki said, making a shushing gesture.

"Before we, uh- I want to do something," Alanna said, getting up on her knees and shuffling closer to me. She bent her head to mine and kissed me lightly, then more firmly, her tongue exploring my lips and then my mouth and I met hers with mine. It's funny, even though almost every private moment we had spent together since we hooked up had been spent holding and kissing each other - if we weren't full on having sex - pretending that this was our first kiss put a thrill through me. It all felt new, doing it in front of other people, the purposefully tentative way we did it.

The kiss ended and she pulled back an inch, looking into my eyes for a long moment, passing me the silent message, I love you. She turned to the others, blushing again, and Ricki clapped her hands excitedly. 

"That was so cute," the brunette said, and Beth sighed happily, nodding her agreement.

I glanced at Malena, who was sitting on her knees with her hands folded in her lap. She smiled when I looked at her, but she had an oddly distant look in her eyes, like she'd been thinking of something else.

Alanna took my hand and led me over to the couch, letting go to lay down on it lengthwise and spreading her legs so that one was hooked on the top of the headrest and the other was on the floor. She was totally opened for me and gave me a hungry look. "Well," she asked, false-nervousness in her voice, "Do you want... do you like this?"

"You look beautiful," I said, kneeling on the couch in between her legs. "And delicious, and sexy as hell." I bent at the waist and started to eat her out, feeling like I was returning home. I knew what she liked and I gave it to her, prodding with firm lips and dipping my tongue into her before I pushed her clit firmly with it. She moaned and I moved up from her pussy, kissing her bald pubic mound and then nuzzling the light blonde hair on her lower abdomen, the thin golden treasure trail there as sexy as I had ever thought it was. I kissed up her fit, taut stomach to her breasts, which I teased quickly with kisses and a nibble on one nipple, then up her chest and across her collarbone until I was face to face with her. I kissed her lips, tasting her again, and her mouth followed mine a fraction as I went to pull away..

"Ready?" I asked, as if this was our first time.

"Yeah," she breathed.

"I need a condom," I said, turning to Ricki, but Alanna grabbed my head and pulled me back into a kiss.

"No, if we're doing this, I want to feel you perfectly. I'm safe."

I heard another 'Awww,' from someone, though I couldn't say who it was. I entered her slowly, her body accepting mine quickly as if our genitals knew exactly who each other were and how to match. Alanna's breath got shallow and her chest pressed up against mine as I thrust a few times, slowly and as gracefully as I could manage.

"How's it feel?" Ricki asked from nearby. "Better than a dildo?"

"Yeah, but not 'cause it's a dick," Alanna breathed out. "Because it's him." She sighed a soft laugh. "I'll admit the warmth inside is nice though, that's one thing they haven't tried giving a vibrator yet; lifelike warmth."

Alanna and I fucked for another couple of minutes, our rhythm falling into sync quickly. I didn't push any of her usual buttons, didn't tweak her nipples or fuck her hard or restrain her in some way. She liked a hand pressing on her chest, or loosely gripping her throat, if we weren't using her bondage kit. This wasn't the time though, not while we were putting on an innocent 'first time together' show.

Eventually she kissed me and whispered we should try the 'other thing.' I pulled out and backed off of her, watching as her now vacant pussy slowly closed as if it was expecting me back at any moment. She flipped over and raised herself up on her knees. "I think we'll need the lube," she said, and Beth quickly handed it to me. Alanna rested her head on the sofa cushion, reaching back with both hands to spread her ass open for me, giving me even more of an opening by putting one leg on the ground next to the couch and widening her stance.

"Lube away," she said, and sighed as I spurted a glob onto her asshole. "I'm not going to need as much working over as Malena did, so don't be shy." I soon had my middle finger buried to the knuckle in her ass and added a second, working them back and forth. While I did this, Malena stepped forward and took the bottle from me. "I'll get you ready," she said, and started giving me a lubricated handjob just as she had before I fucked Beth. She was standing next to me as I knelt on the couch, her breasts at head level and waving back and forth, nipples hard and areolas puffed with excitement. This time I didn't suppress my urges and leaned my neck forward, catching the closer one in my mouth and suckling on it lightly for a moment.

"Mmm," Malena moaned lightly in her chest, but Ricki quickly called out Malena wasn't supposed to be part of the dare.

"No more touchy-touchy you two, Austin's ready to go." Malena stopped stroking my shaft, her fingers tracing my length as they left me, but she didn't move from her position next to us.

I leaned down and kissed Alanna on the small of her back as I withdrew my fingers from her. "You think you're ready?" I asked.

"I've taken dildo's up there before," Alanna said, "Let's see if this is different with you, too."

I adjusted my stance and put the head of my dick at Alanna's slightly open hole. It didn't take much effort to slide in, though she instinctively clenched up a couple of times before forcing herself to relax. I stroked about half my length into her for a little bit before I started pushing farther, Alanna grunting girlish little noises as I began to edge my entire length into her.

"That's everything," I said, her ass pressed tightly against my hips and legs.

"It's good," Alanna groaned. "Fuck me?"

I pulled back and stroked in fully, then again. "Mmmm," she groaned, "Yeah, this is definitely better with a real dick."

This made me smile and pump her a little harder. One of the reasons we hadn't done full on anal yet was because all of her past experiences with one girlfriend or another had been mediocre at best. One chick, during our first year in university, had gone so far as to try and stick a vibrator up Alanna's ass dry. That relationship had not ended well.

I started building up a rhythm as I thrust into her ass, using my hands to spread her cheeks wide so that I could watch my dick disappear into her back door, her tight ring spreading around my cock reminding me off a porn video. She started moaning more and I could feel her fingers brushing against my shaft and balls as she played with her pussy while I reamed her. I stopped spreading her and instead pushed her cheeks together, which shortened my stroke as I ran into her firm ass almost three inches earlier but gave me another great view as her butt cleavage swallowed me up. One of my favourite little quirks about Alanna that I've discovered is that her ass, while in panties or when pressed together, had a sexy little cleavage v at the top of her crack.

I was just starting to pick up the pace into a more forceful fucking when Ricki cleared her throat, causing both Alanna and I to turn to her. "So, are either of you close to coming?"

"Uhm," Alanna said, "I mean if we keep going I'm pretty sure I will."

"I'm sort of close?" I said.

"Ok, I think the dare is done then. You two have been fucking for like almost twenty minutes, and you're super hot and all but fuck I want some dick."

I stroked Alanna two more times, then slowly disengaged. Her ass winked back at me, closing in stages as the muscles tried to return to normal. I slipped backwards onto the far seat of the couch and Alanna rolled onto her side. "Cockblocker," she sighed to Ricki, who just shook her head and laughed.

Alanna and I were the last to get to our spots, she holding onto my hand for a lingering moment, fingers intertwined.

Cards. I was feeling extremely heady, whether it was the booze we had been drinking or just my natural reaction to fucking Alanna I'm not sure. It didn't matter how much attention I was paying though because I had a pair in hand.




Pushing Boundaries



"Oh, wow. I don't even know where to start," Josh said; Alanna, Malena and Ricki all turning over dud hands.

"Well, we'll probably need the toybag," Alanna said, and Beth handed it over to Josh from where it was sitting.

Josh took his time looking through, clearly fascinated by the various items Alanna had collected over the last few years. He finally pulled out what looked like a harness and turned to her, "Is this what I think it is?"

"Probably," Alanna smirked.

"And do you know how to use it?"

"I've been told I'm quite skilled," Alanna shrugged proudly.

"Ok, I dare Ricki to let Alanna fuck you with this strap on, while you give Malena some oral," Josh said, gesturing to each girl in turn.

Ricki took in a deep breath, "Well I guess rubber dick is better than no dick." She turned to Malena, "Just don't expect me to give you what you got from Austin over there."

The thinner girl grinned and shook her head, "I don't think I'll ever get that kind of treatment again in my life."

Alanna stepped into the harness Josh handed to her, which fastened around her waist and each thigh, two black strings running under her crotch and up along her ass cheeks stabilizing the ensemble. The last piece was a blue dildo, probably nine inches long and semi-transparent with silver glitter inside.

"Ricki, you ready to meet Sally Anne?" she asked as she turned, the dildo bobbing in front of her.

"You name your dildo's with girl names?" Beth asked.

"Well, duh. I am a lesbian," Alanna said. "Though I might need to name one Austin now." The others laughed and I blushed, letting myself feel more embarrassed than I actually was. "Alright, Ricki. Face down in Malena, ass up nice and high for me." 

Ricki got in position, her large ass up in the air yet again while her tits hung heavily and brushed the blanket below her. Malena sat down in front of her, spreading her legs so that Ricki would have easy access once they started. I was surprised at how readily the other girls, particularly Ricki and Malena, had taken on the dares that involved them with other girls - none of them had ever mentioned being interested in chicks or experimenting before, but maybe it was the booze, or the general sexual excitement, that had them willing to play around. 

"Here we go," Alanna said, then slapped Ricki's ass, leaving a red handprint, before maneuvering the dildo into place. Her first thrust pushed Ricki face first into Malena's pussy, both girls giving a short, surprised moan, and then Alanna was off to the races.

I have to admit, I don't think I can fuck as hard as Alanna can. She built up speed and soon had Ricki gulping for air in between bouts of moaning into Malena or crying out loud. "Fuck, she's fucking me so hard. It's fucking amazing. Fuck fuck fuck, yes, fuck, so good. So good."

Her ass was quaking with the repeated impacts of Alanna's hips on her, and Ricki's breasts were rocking under her to the point I guessed her nipples were probably getting stimulated by rubbing against the blanket. Alanna's tits were bouncing as well, her ass clenching and unclenching as she thrust her hips over and over. I think I was less turned on at that point than just awed by the scene before me.

Malena was getting the short end of the stick in this, as she got teased enough to want more from her inexperienced pussy licker, but wasn't getting enough to get off. As Alanna slapped Ricki's ass again, Malena grabbed the larger girl's head and pulled her into her pussy firmly, grinding herself against Ricki's face since she wasn't getting licked, knocking the bottom of the buttplug that was still in her ass against Ricki's chin and causing Malena to open her eyes and mouth wide as she surprised herself with a sudden orgasm.

Ricki was quick to match her, legs shaking as she cried out wordlessly, Alanna thrusting mercilessly through Ricki's first orgasm and forcing a second one out of her. Alanna abruptly fell back, her fake blue cock popping out of Ricki with a wet slurp, and she heaved in massive breaths as she tried to find her bearing.

Malena backed away from Ricki, who stayed in her kneeling, face down position for a long few moments before her legs slipped out and she lay flat on her belly, panting into the blanket.

"Holy fuck," I said, wiping my forehead. "That was..."

"Fucking intense," Beth filled in. "Now I know what watching us must have been like."

I went and got fresh glasses of water for the three girls. Alanna thanked me and downed the entire glass in one go, and Ricki just sort of sipped at hers in a daze. Malena was rubbing at her pussy when I brought hers over, and blushed and smiled at me when I handed it to her, though I noticed one hand stayed lingering down near her crotch.

Water finished or at least in hand, and Ricki now moving about again, we sat down and Josh eagerly started dealing the cards again.

I'm not sure how, but I won the hand with a straight I hadn't even realized I was collecting. Josh and Beth both looked excited to have lost, while Ricki seemed to still be out of it from her last dare.

"Um," I said, trying to think how to involve all three. "Josh lies down, Beth you ride him and Ricki you sit on his face."

I didn't even form it as a dare, but there was no question about whether people were going to do it or not. Josh was quickly lying on the floor and Beth put a condom on him before straddling him and slipping his cock into her. Ricki took a moment to get in position, facing Beth as she lowered herself onto Josh's face. "Go easy down there," she groaned.

Beth was just starting to bounce on Josh when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and Malena was looking at me with hooded eyes, a hunger in them. "I don't want to wait anymore," she said.

"Are you done playing?" I asked stupidly.

"Come fuck me," she replied, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet and over to the couch. She sat with her back on the seat and her head propped on the backrest so she was looking down her body at me, legs spread and pulled back, offering herself up. Her feet were hanging in the air and I thought they looked cute so I kissed one and then the other, her toes wiggling, before I moved between her legs.

I bent and licked at her pussy, but she grabbed me by the hair and lifted my face up, "No, I want you to fuck me."

"Hold on," I said with a grin. "Let me get this out of you first."

I buried my face in her cunt and she moaned as I tugged lightly, and then more firmly, on the end of the buttplug. She groaned uncomfortably as I pulled the widest part out, but that quickly turned back to pleasure as I took the opportunity of her ass gaping slightly to stick my tongue back in her slick, hot hole. Discarding the plug, I moved up her body and pressed my dick to the top of her pussy, teasing her clit with the head. She moaned and pouted at me.

"Put it in, Austin. Stop teasing me."

I bent down and kissed her, pushing her legs back further and spreading her wide. I pressed my dick against her lips, watching as they bulged out and reveling in the sensation of her smooth, silky wet skin on mine. Her clit was poking out from beneath it's hood and I rubbed my cock over it a few times, squeezing moans out of Malena before pushing, my cock slipping easily into her sopping wet cunt. She groaned into my mouth, "Finally."

I thrust into her, rocking my hips like Alanna had been teaching me to, and Malena moaned loudly, then turned her head and caught some of the sofa cushion between her teeth and tugged on of the fabric.

"God, you look fucking sexy," I said, thrusting easily into her. She was tight and her cunt rippled as she moved her hips and abdomen, shooting pleasure up through my spine as she used her core strength to tease me. 

She tilted her head back, chin up, trying to reach my mouth so I brought mine to hers and we kissed hard, wild like we had out in the rain.

There was a hand on my shoulder as we broke the kiss and I glanced back, Alanna standing behind me. "She does look fucking sexy," she said. "I'm a little jealous you get to play with her."

Malena reached out and took hold of the blue dildo Alanna still had attached to her, tugging on it. "Come here," she mumbled, and Alanna allowed the other girl to pull her closer until she was on the couch next to us, her fake cock lodged in Malena's mouth as the brunette suckled on the end still shimmering with Ricki's juices.

"Oooh, she's a dirty girl," Alanna cooed, reaching out and stroking Malena's boobs as I continued to thrust into her. Every time I entered Malena fully I could feel her clit grinding against my pubic bone and she would shudder in appreciation.

Malena released the fake cock from her mouth and looked up at the two of us over above. "Kiss her," she said to me, and I raised an eyebrow. "You two are so sexy together. Kiss her."

My thrusting had to slow a bit as I turned and wrapped my arm around Alanna's waist, pulling her closer to me as we kissed. This wasn't a falsely naive kiss now, it was the full passion and desire we had for each other. The feel of her firm tits pressed into my chest, her soft skin under my touch, her hands reaching up to caress my cheek and chest.

"Mmmm, so fucking hot," Malena moaned as she watched us, making up for my distraction by fucking back at me with her hips. 

Alanna broke our kiss and turned to the other girl, "Well you're a fucking little sexy minx. You looked so fucking hot with that fox tail earlier."

"I thought it would look funny," she gasped, the return of my attention to her bringing with it firmer thrusts.

"It was the cutest sexy thing I've ever seen, and I think I would die if you walked around the house with it." I said.

She snorted, "Yeah, not going to happen. Maybe I'll put on a show in your room sometime though."

"Mmm, sounds hot," Alanna grinned. She dipped down and kissed Malena, who returned it readily. Alanna turned back to me. "You wanna do something kinky?"

"Sure," I said, and she eased me off of Malena, who moaned her disapproval as I left her vacant, and took my place, feeding her fake cock into the thinner girl. Watching Malena take Alanna's 'cock' had my mouth watering; the love of my life fucking my lusty crush. Alanna slow stroked her a couple times, letting her adjust to the dildo's larger size, before she rolled her hips forward and buried herself in Malena as far as she could before bottoming out. The brunette moaned through pouted lips, her eyes dipping down her body to Alanna's hips as they squashed against her own.

Alanna adjusted her footing for a moment, then turned her head to me, "Alright, now you fuck me while I fuck her."

What a novel idea, I thought with a laugh. Was this technically double penetration, or something altogether different? I stood behind Alanna and put my hands on her shoulders for a moment, massaging her before kissing her tensed shoulder blade, hands sliding down her sides and briefly caressing her hips as I attempted to line myself up to enter her. The strapon setup she had on, using thigh-supports instead of a crotch-harness, looked like it was supposed to leave open access to her from behind. In reality, as I rubbed the head of my dick across her lips, the two thin black ropes that were bracketing her pussy and feeding out across her ass were rough and in the way.

"I don't think it's gonna work," I said. "I feel like my dick would get chaffed by those strings."

"So put it in my ass, stupid," Alanna said over her shoulder. 

"Really?" I asked surprised.

Alanna reached back and spread her cheeks, revealing her asshole to me again. "I still feel slimy down there, so I bet you'll slide- oooh, yup, right in."

I had leaned forward and pressed the head of my dick to her puckered hole, quickly popping through her anal ring and about a third of the way in. It wasn't the 'coming home' sensation I had when we joined earlier - I don't think it would ever feel that way compared to her pussy - but the heat and the slightly spasming clench she gave me felt like a familiar handshake, just a lot more pleasurable.

"Alright," She breathed out, "Give me a few strokes, then leave in just the head." I did as ordered, holding her by the hips firmly as I stroked myself in and out, watching my dick disappear into her again. I let go of her hips and palmed her cheeks, spreading them for her so that she could go back to bracing herself against the couch. I kneaded her ass firmly, my fingers leaving red marks where I squeezed, and Alanna hummed her enjoyment of my rougher treatment. I gave her a couple of more forceful thrusts, eeking out one of her girlish grunts, before I pulled out until her ass looked like it was suckling on the head of my dick.

"Mmmm, I love how dirty you are," Alanna moaned to me, "That was good. Now it's my turn." She turned back to Malena in front of her, who was mostly blocked from my view except for her feet and lower legs, which were held up high and poking over Alanna's shoulders. "You ready for this?"

"Am I ever," Malena cooed.

Alanna started with slow, short thrusts. As she pulled back from Malena she would spear herself onto me, then as she thrust into Malena we would all moan as she slipped off of me and into her. Whenever she reversed direction like that I found myself watching her anal ring drag and pucker out slightly, trying it's best to refuse my release from her depths. I let go of her ass and brought my hands around her sides to her chest, palming her fantastically firm tits and hugging myself to her, starting to return her motions with some of my own. I rotated my hips and soon Alanna followed as if we were grinding on a dance floor - something we still hadn't done due to our secrecy. Alanna was humming in her throat, eyes closed, while Malena was trying to match our rotation with her hips, breathing deeply through her nose and out her mouth as her eyes flicked between our faces.

I slowed the rotation then interrupted it, thrusting myself firmly into Alanna, who was pushed down into Malena in turn. Both girls groaned throatily, and I pulled out, using Alanna's hips to pull her with me. Another thrust and we had the motion down, slowly picking up our pace.

A glance over to the others told me Beth, Ricki and Josh were more than preoccupied; Josh was hammering into Ricki from behind on the floor while she made out with Beth, the smaller girl lying underneath the larger with her hands groping at Ricki's tits. As I was watching Josh pulled out of Ricki and lowered himself, entering Beth and quickly going right back to his hard thrusting.

We were thrusting harder now as well, not as frantic a pace as Alanna had used earlier on Ricki but still a good ass-slapping clip. I brought my hands to Alanna's tits again, tweaking her nipples roughly as she growled in her throat, then letting go and standing up, pressing both hands on her back so that she would lower down closer to Malena. Soon they were face to face, kissing and licking each other with their tits mashed together while I drove myself into Alanna's ass, in turn forcing her dildo deeper into Malena.

The tight tingling that accompanies an oncoming orgasm was building in me and I lowered my body to Alanna's, preparing to hump my way to release in her ass, when Malena said something that caught me up short. "I want what she had."

I slowed, raising my body up and allowing Alanna to do the same so that we were both looking down at Malena, the three of us slowly beginning the hip-rotations again.

"What do you mean?" Alanna asked.

Malena bit her lip, as if she had any ground to stand on in being embarrassed with us at this point, then said, "I want what Beth got."

"You want Josh and Austin to double team you?"

"No, no. He's busy over there. I want you two to do it. I'll ride Alanna and then Austin can..." she trailed off.

"You're gonna need to say it," Alanna teased lightly.

Malena looked me dead in the eye and said, "Then Austin can take my anal cherry and fuck me with his sexy fucking dick while I ride Alanna."

I'm pretty sure I didn't shoot off in Alanna right then through a combination of sheer willpower and her clamping her ass around me as hard as she could, which was uncomfortably hard. Once I was out of danger, I said, "I think we can manage that," and disengaged from Alanna. Her asshole hung open for a moment like last time and I imagined what it would be like coming into her like that, orifice gaping. Another time, I thought as she pulled out of Malena and helped the other girl up off the couch.

Alanna sat down with her legs spread wide, ass hooked on the edge of the couch, and Malena climbed over her so that she was facing Alanna. While Malena rubbed herself with the now erect dildo, Alanna reached up and cupped Malena's tits, slowly massaging them until the smaller girl had lowered herself fully onto the fake dick.

I took a moment to just appreciate the sight before me. Alanna tilted her head up and kissed Malena lightly, the two girls more than comfortable with each other now, at least in this moment. Her body was pressed to Alanna's as much as possible, back arched and her long brown hair hanging off to one side covering a shoulder. Her thin, muscled body was rippling as she ground her hips against Alanna, her pert ass clenching and unclenching as I watched her pussy squeezing, trying to take the last inch or two of dildo. I knelt between their legs and palmed her cheeks, causing Malena to look back over her shoulder at me. I spread her, thumbs digging into the skin on the inside of her ass crack, and her asshole winked at me. Kissing it for a moment, I drove my tongue into her again and it reacted quickly, letting me push a thumb into her without much effort.

"Austin, what did I tell you? I want you to fuck me," she said. "The fact that you want to eat me again is turning me on massively, but right now I don't want your tongue. I want your cock. In my ass."

I stood up and leaned over her body, kissing her lightly, then grabbed the lube that was still discarded next to the couch. I put a dollop on her asshole and rubbed it around, then a dollop on my dick, before moving the head of my dick to her entrance.

"Hey, look at me," Alanna murmured to Malena, taking the girls head in her hands. "You're about to let Austin take your ass, but it's gonna feel different than the butt plugs because there's just more of him. He'll go deeper than they did, and he stays wide all the way down, so you need to focus on the fact that it's him okay? If you do that, it'll be amazing." She kissed Malena again lightly, then looked at me to say I should start.

I pressed, the dimple around Malena's hole giving way before me, and she breathed out through her nose. Her body relaxed and I slipped inside, the tightness as her ring gripped my head nearly overwhelming. I leaned down and kissed her shoulder, one hand sliding up her hip to her side while the other kept her spread open. My hands on her body felt different than on Alanna; her skin was bare compared to Alanna's thin dusting of feathery body hair, and her muscles were more prominent. Her ribs showed a bit more when her body twisted, Alanna's noticeable but not as visible as Malena's.

Her ass eased up as she breathed out again and I slipped in a few more inches, stroking back and forth at that point a fraction in and out. Malena's head dipped down and her body trembled for a moment before it relaxed again and I managed to slip in the rest of the way, pressing to the root as her ass mashed against my pelvic bone. I could feel her glutes tense and flex against me as I brought my other hand up to her shoulder, holding her still.

She hissed out a long breath, head coming up but her eyes closed.

"You ok?" I asked quietly. Ricki was climaxing somewhere behind us, her moans and yelps a counterpoint to our delicate moment.




Pushing Boundaries



She nodded, then breathily said, "Yeah, I'm good. You're so... deep. And it feels so hot."

I kissed her cheek, the only part of her face I could reach, and then whispered in her ear, "You feel like heaven, and I can't believe you're sharing this with me."

She turned her head further towards me, her smile small and warm and her eyes running over my face. "I've never even considered it with anyone else."

I kissed her and her tongue played at my lips for a moment, and I took the opportunity to pull out of her a bit and slowly push back in. She moaned into my mouth, hot air and vibrations escaping her and tingling on my lips and tongue.

We broke our kiss and she turned back to Alanna. "Thank you," she said simply, then kissed Alanna as well.

I began an easy thrusting, slowly working my dick in and out of her, pausing when her body clenched up for a moment here and there. I could feel Alanna rotating her hips below us, rubbing the dildo around in Malena without thrusting and causing the meat in our sandwich to groan in appreciation.

Beth was riding Josh again as I looked over, her hips working over time while Ricki lay next to the pair, one hand playing through the hair on Josh's chest as she watched them with hooded, hungry eyes.

My thrusts picked up a bit when Malena started hunching back at me, trying to take me deeper and more firmly. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her closer, grinding her down onto Alanna as I forced my way as deep as I could. "Huuuunnn," she called out loudly, then again as I backed off and repeated the action, "Hnnnnnnggggg." Her head was thrown back and her hair was streaming behind her; I could feel her stomach tightening beneath my fingertips as I pulled her back into me again and again.

I started driving harder, putting a foot onto the couch to get better leverage, and she thrust her ass back at me. I took her arms in mine, using them to pull her onto me as she groaned into the open air, her tits bouncing openly until Alanna grabbed a hold of them both. I could feel my girlfriend thrusting up into Malena as best she could, and as I drove a particularly forceful thrust into her she tensed and let out a hiccup of air. I thrust again and she pushed back at me hard, a squelching coming from below as her juices began flowing around Alanna's dildo.

"Ooohh gaaaawwwwd," she moaned. I pulled her by the shoulders until her back was to my chest and I was thrusting up into her while she rode Alanna and I. I took over playing with her hard, pebbly nipples since she was out of Alanna's reach, rolling and pinching them as I buried my face in the crook of her neck and suckled there for a moment. Her hair was wild and all around me as I left a hickey on her, the smell of her light perfume filling my nose as she began hammering herself onto both of the dicks in her. Her arms came up and bent over her head, fingers weaving into my hair as her breath came ragged and loud.

"Come for me," I said into her ear and she let out a high pitched moan. "I said come for me," I repeated, taking a larger handful of each of her breasts and squeezing playfully hard.

"Yes," she said, "Yes- Right.... uuuuuuunnnnggg." Her body and hips rolled as her orgasm rippled through her, ass clenching over and over around me as I staved off my own orgasm by biting down lightly on her shoulder. "Hmmmmm," she keened as her climax continued, and I let go of a breast to reach between her legs to rub at her clit only to find Alanna's hand already there. Our eyes met and Alanna's twinkled as she went back to watching Malena's face as our sexy little toy rolled into a third straight orgasm.

Malena panted twice with her entire body before she collapsed down onto Alanna, slightly diagonal with her face off to the side. This position revealed one of Alanna's breasts to me and I bent, pulling her thick nipple into my mouth and tonguing it before I sucked it more firmly. "Mmm," Alanna groaned with a lazy grin. One of her hands was brushing Malena's hair comfortingly, the other one making it's way to my hip and pulling me closer, pressing me deeper into Malena's used hole.

"Hmmmmph," Malena groaned, and again as I slowly pushed in and out of her ass, not really thrusting as much as moving our bodies back and forth together. I raised my head from Alanna's breast and kissed her thoroughly.

"Is this what you were thinking of this morning?" I asked Alanna.

"Sort of," she replied quietly. "I mean, this is way better than I expected, but yeah. I pretty much figured it would be like this because it's us."

We kissed again, but Malena shifted underneath me. When I pulled back she was looking at the two of us, body partially turned at the waist so she could observe us both despite being pinned by her pelvic region. "Wait, you guys have talked about doing... this?"

Alanna and I exchanged glances and she replied, "Um, sort of but not like, this specifically."

"So are you two together?"

Another glance between Alanna and I, this one more guilty for keeping it a secret.

"We hooked up about two weeks ago," I murmured, my rocking movements stopping. "Since then- yeah, no excuses. We're together."

The look on Malena's face was like something she had been dreading had come true, pensive turning to sadness. Her eyes welled up a little bit, though no tears came, and she seemed to deflate a bit in front of me. 

"Hey, hey, whoa," I said. "I'm sorry we kept it a secret from you guys-"

"It's not that," Malena said. "I just- I feel... I feel like I missed out. On you." She turned to Alanna. "You're really lucky to have him. Thanks for letting this happen."

Alanna reached up and brushed Malena's cheek with her thumb. "Oh, 'Lena. I should have known." She seemed to think a long moment and looked at me with a considering eye before she made Malena raise her eyes and look at her. "Malena, I'm ok with it if you want to date Austin."

Confusion crossed Malena's face and I was sure mine mirrored hers. "Um..."

Alanna smirked a bit, "I mean, if that's what Austin wants of course, but I'm pretty sure he does since he's still buried in your ass. I trust him and I trust you, so if you follow my two- no, three rules, it's all good." She looked to me and saw the incredulously confused expression I must have been wearing, so she pulled me down into a kiss. "You ok with this? I know it's not what we talked about."

I just shrugged. "I guess, I don't know. What are the rules?"

Alanna turned back to Malena, taking one of her hands in hers and squeezing tightly. "First, you need to know if there's something important going on, Austin and my relationship comes first. You know I'm not gonna be a bitch about things, but if something happens either of us aren't ok with, we get the final say."

Malena's eyebrows scrunched together as she absorbed what Alanna was saying, but she nodded hesitantly and Alanna continued. "Second, I get to join in on any sexytimes I want. And I promise I'll make this rule more than worth it." Her smirk was back and Malena couldn't help a little smile. "Third, and I know this is really hypocritical and probably sets feminism back like eight thousand years, but if you're dating Austin you don't see other guys. I'm not sure if you're gonna throw yourself into being bi, but you're welcome to join in if I bring home other girls for Austin and me. But no other guys is solid."

"Ok." I blinked in surprise. Malena was smiling hesitantly and looking at me but her voice had been sure. "I'm good with all of that," she said, turning back to Alanna. "It might be hard for me not to get a little jealous if you're constantly bringing girls home to play with, but I can handle it if it means I get to have an actual relationship with Austin." She turned back to me, "With you. If you want me?"

In response I shifted and kissed her and she awkwardly threw an arm around me, kissing me back enthusiastically. We broke and Malena turned to Alanna, leaning down and kissing her lightly again. "Thank you. We might not be the ones dating but... well, you've been looking out for me for a year and a half now and I feel like I totally get you. Just tell me if I'm messing up and I'll fix it."

Alanna laughed and pulled Malena fully on top of her again. "Good, I kinda like you too. And you are messing up, cause I bet Austin's about to burst and we stopped fucking to have a heart to heart."

Malena laughed and looked over her shoulder to me, her eyes playful now and her nose scrunching in that cute way again. "Are you?"

"Feels like for the past half hour," I said.

"Aw, poor Austin," Malena said. "Buried in my little asshole and not able to come." Alanna was snickering from underneath Malena, who rocked her hips back at me and said, "Come on, Oz. Fuck me until you come and then we'll make Alanna eat it out of me."

"Oooh, I think we unleashed a beast, Austin," Alanna said. "Our little foxy sexpot."

Malena snorted a laugh as she looked down to Alanna, "I see what you did there. Is that tail going to be a fixture for us?"

"I really don't think you understand how sexy you looked with it," I groaned while grinding my pelvis against her ass, making her respond in kind.

We were fucking again, energetically and enthused by the development in our collective relationship. A part of my mind was still trying to work through the 'dating two girls at once' thing, but the only thing I could really consider was that threesomes seemed like they were going to happen a bunch and I was more than ok with that. 

When I next glanced over to the others, Josh was sitting on a chair with Ricki between his legs, sucking on his balls, and Beth was precariously balanced in a sixty nine slurping on his dick while I presume getting eaten out. It looked insane but I had to give them credit for getting creative.

"Mmm, are you close?" Malena asked me, one hand reaching behind her and brushing my side.

"Yeah," I grunted. The tightness that had abated a bit when we switched positions and then during our talk was back with a vengeance. "Any second now."

"Don't hold back. The deeper you shoot, the more Alanna is going to need to work for it."

Alanna was laughing huskily again, "Sweet little Malena, our little secret slut."

I went off without much warning, one moment I was stroking in and out of her and then next my hips jerked and I was buried to the hilt in her ass, muscles tensing over and over as I unloaded spurt after spurt. My hands were on Malena's hips and I knew I was squeezing her hard, but all she did was moan and then drop her head and whisper something to Alanna as she clenched all of her ass muscles from anal ring to her glutes, milking me for all I was worth.

Not in control of myself, I collapsed on top of her when my body finally gave out, causing both girls to exhale out with an "Oof." Malena wriggled under me sensuously, turning so she could kiss my forehead as I tried to catch my breath, then leaning out of the way so that Alanna could kiss me as well.

"Was that everything you could have dreamed of?" Alanna asked me.

"You're joking right?" I panted. "You think I could have imagined all of this?"

Both girls laughed and I managed to get up and roll onto the sofa next to Alanna. Malena got up and stretched her entire body, sleek and sensuous, before shooing me down to the third seat and laying on the couch, feet in Alanna's lap and her head in mine, cute ass pointed to the ceiling.

"So you're good with everything?" She asked, then tilted her head and caught my softening dick in her mouth. It was slimy and gross and I couldn't believe she started sucking on it immediately. 

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. It's amazing." I sighed and wove the fingers of one hand through her hair, pulling it away from her face so I could look her in the eyes. "I can't wait to get to know you better."

"The sappy part is he means that in a nonsexual way," Alanna chuckled, now massaging Malena's feet.

Malena released my dick for a moment, smiling up at me. "I know, he always says stuff like that and means it. That and the way he's treated you since I met you two is why I wanted to get with him in the first place, but I was never sure if I would be treading somewhere I shouldn't." Her mouth went back to my cock and she played with it between her cheeks and tongue softly. My gaze wandered after a few minutes, landing on Ricki's upturned ass as she continued to kneel between Josh's legs. Beth was riding him again and Ricki was- I wasn't sure whether to say 'making the best of it' or 'making herself useful' but neither seemed to apply.

"You should go fuck her while you have the chance," Alanna said.

I turned and raised a questioning eyebrow at her.

"Ricki. You should fuck her while this is still going on. I mean, I assume you want to and you've already fucked Beth in the ass. Might as well complete the circuit."

"Technically he would need to fuck Ricki in the ass to complete the circuit," Malena said with a grin. "But I don't think she likes butt stuff."

"So do you want to?" Alanna asked.

"I think he does," Malena grinned, moving so Alanna could see I was hard again.

"Mmm, good. Go fuck her Austin, and I'll take care of our little 'Lena here."

I got up without a word from my seat and turned to my girls. They were both looking at me with encouraging smiles, Malena with her arms folded under her head while Alanna was laying down on top of her, head at her ass. As I watched, Alanna spread the smaller girl's cheeks and buried her face in Malena, beginning to slurp away. Malena's eyes widened and her back arched, but she shooed me away lightly with one hand while the other grabbed the couch cushion roughly.

I turned, feeling light headed, and walked over to Ricki. I patted her on the butt and she turned from her position. "Wanna fuck?" I asked, feeling dumb. Where had all of my sincere words gone now?

"Hell yeah," Ricki grinned.

Well that was easy.

Ricki led me over to another chair and had me sit down, then backed up into me. A hand between her legs guided me into place and she sat back on my dick, her ass pressing out in all directions as she wiggled to take me deep. "Ooh, yeah," she groaned. "You're a bit wider than Josh I think, fills me up nice."

I let my hands wander as she rode me slowly at first, groping her curves and reaching around to pull her to me by her breasts. They were soft and full, not like Alanna's firm mounds, and shifted freely under my grip. After a minute of this, her easily grinding on my lap as I played with her tits, Ricki moved my hand down to her hips and leaned forward again. Using her hips and thighs she began pistoning her ass up and down, bending over so that it was popping up and her big cheeks were clapping together. I had a fantastic view of my dick as it slid in and out of her, fat pussy lips stretched around me and her little untouched asshole winking every time her ass popped up.

I spanked her without thinking and she moaned, so I did it again on the other side.

"Ooh yeah, you like that ass Austin?" She groaned. "You like how I'm riding you, your dick skewering me so good over and over?"

I spanked her again, leaving a red mark on her butt, then pulled her back to me, rolling our bodies so that she was almost horizontal and had lost her footing. I still had mine though, and leveraged myself to thrust up into her rapidly. I pulled her legs back and could feel my balls slapping against her as I thrust up into her. She had a small orgasm, moaning quietly, and rolled to the side. She remounted, this time facing me, and groaned, "Play with my tits."

So I did. She rode me slow and she rode me fast, the entire time I was busily buried in her cleavage. At some point I leaned back, just watching Ricki's tits bounce as she ground into me, and I noticed that over on the couch Alanna was taking Malena from behind again. She had Malena's hair coiled up in one hand and was pulling back on it, and Malena looked like she was almost in pain except I recognized it as her 'getting fucked really good' face. Lip slightly curled, eyebrows furrowed and a hungry look in her eye. She was panting loudly.

Ricki stopped riding me and I realized Beth was standing beside us. "Tap out?" she asked Ricki. "I haven't fucked Austin yet the proper way."

"Sure," Ricki said. She dismounted and winked at me, "Thanks, that was really good. I definitely needed this." The last part wasn't so much to me as to herself as she turned to the room.

Beth was quick to climb aboard, dropping her cunt on my dick and taking about half of me before she eased up a moment. "Mmm, you're wider than Josh," she said, confirming what Ricki had already told me. 

She settled in my lap and I leaned back, looking up and down her body. "This isn't going to make things weird between us is it?" I asked. Beth and I had met our first day of college and had been friends since then.

Beth shook her head, "Not unless you let it. One time thing, everyone got wild, no big deal."

"Not a big deal at all?" I joked.

"Maybe a bit of a big deal," she grinned at me. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, hugging herself to me and I hugged her back as she fucked me with her hips. I kissed her neck and shoulders a few times, but I was distracted as I watched Josh approach Alanna and Malena. I was completely across the room and didn't hear what he asked when he put a hand on Alanna's shoulder, but I saw Malena shake her head and fuck back at the strapon harder. He said something else and Alanna gave him a 'don't ruin this' sort of look and he backed off. Ricki met him as he turned though, dropping to her knees in front of him and quickly starting to suck him off.

I turned my attention back to Beth as she leaned back, her small boobs starting to bounce and nipple piercings grazing my chest as she put more activity into her riding. I palmed her ass cheeks and massaged them, my fingers dipping into her crack and finally probing at her ass.

"You know you're only the second guy to get in there? The first was my highschool boyfriend, and him just once." she asked with a sly grin.

"You didn't let Josh?" I asked in surprise.

She shook her head, "No, at least not yet. We might fuck sometimes after this though, maybe I'll let him in there one day if he's a good boy." She smirked and moaned lightly; I had wiggled my middle finger into her backdoor up to the first knuckle and used it to hook her, tugging her up and down. "Mmmuuung," she groaned. "You- need to tell me if you're going to come. No condom."

"How long do you need?" I asked, thinking of the last time we had been racing to find climax together.

"Little bit more," she responded, arching her back. I dipped my face to her chest, kissing her along her small amount of cleavage as my hands found her sides, helping move her up and down on me.

She came three minutes later and collapsed onto my chest. It was good but it wasn't special, not like what I had experienced with Alanna and Malena. Beth rolled off of me and gave me a kiss, asking if I wanted her to suck me off.

"That's ok," I said, "You were fantastic but you look totally tired out. Go get some sleep."

She smiled at me and patted my leg. "Ok, thanks Austin." She got up and grabbed her clothes, taking a look at the room one last time before she staggered up the stairs towards her bedroom.

Ricki's nose was buried in Josh's pubic hair as he fucked her face. She wasn't struggling so I assumed she was ok with it. Alanna and Malena were laying on the couch, Alanna on top of Malena. The strapon gear was gone, so they were just snuggling each other. They shifted as I approached and gave me room to sit near their heads, and immediately I found myself leaning back as both girls crawled closer to me so their mouths could reach my dick.