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Who Dat Girl?

By: ReggaeMan



Tia stashed her backpack under the seat in front of her and plopped down in the aircraft exit row. She reveled in the extra space between the seats. Tia wasn't a tall woman, but she still appreciated being able to stow her bag under the seat and still have plenty of room to stretch out her legs.

She was looking forward to this trip and spending some time with her husband, David. She had to admit that their marriage had been strained over the past few months.

Life had come at them hard and fast, and they were trying to deal with the body blows that lately seemed to be never-ending. They were keeping their heads above water, but they had been so busy and stressed dealing with external factors that they hadn't been able to focus on keeping the spark alive in their relationship.

Of course, it didn't help that David had been on the road the past two weeks with work. They were going to hook up in Dallas for the trip to New Orleans - NOLA - the Big Easy, and Tia couldn't wait to get back to the French Quarter.

As a lifelong Texan, Tia had a fascination with New Orleans and Louisiana that was a bit mystifying. She just loved the free-spirited, party atmosphere that the people and state seemed to evoke. The odd part was that few people would describe Tia as a free spirit or a party girl. David knew, though, that alcohol frequently brought out those qualities in his normally shy, reserved wife.

Tia stretched out in the seat and prepared to take her customary nap while flying. A little extra sleep would be a good idea, she figured, since she was sure she and David would party late into the night — a party she was confident would continue after they returned to their room. They had been apart for two weeks, after all, and frankly she was horny. Her vibrator had helped take the edge off a couple of times, but she was looking forward to reconnecting with her husband, not only emotionally, but physically as well. That thought caused a little tingle between her legs, and she squirmed in the seat trying to "scratch" that itch that could really only be sated by a hard cock.

There was no doubt about it. By the time their weekend in NOLA was over, David would know full well how much she loved him.

***

David hadn't slept all night. Every 30 minutes he flopped over in bed, glanced at the alarm clock and groaned in frustration. He was tired, but the alarm was going to go off any minute, signaling that it was time to get up, get dressed and head out for his early morning flight.

The West Coast time zone was killing him. His two-week trip to California had not given his body enough time to adjust to the two-hour time difference, and he'd been on the road so long, he couldn't even remember what the date was.

All he knew was that he was finally going to see his wife, and enjoy a fun, but not necessarily relaxing, weekend in the Big Easy. He couldn't wait.

He just wished he'd gotten a better night's sleep because he knew that Tia would want to hit the French Quarter soon after they arrived at their hotel. 

With less than 30 minutes until he had to get up, David considered taking the opportunity to use those last few minutes to alleviate his morning "wood." His cock, as usual in the morning, was rock hard and throbbing. He knew it wouldn't take long to whittle it down to size, but he resisted the urge, wanting instead to save his load for his long-neglected wife.

With one final frustrated groan, he decided to go ahead and get up and take a shower. Stripping off his boxer briefs, he wasn't surprised to see his cock staring up at him as if to say, "What the fuck, Dude? You can't just leave me like this!"

David turned on the shower, and was immediately rewarded with a nearly endless supply of hot water. As far as he was concerned, that was just about the only redeeming quality of the hotel life he led. Oh, that and the daily maid service.

Stepping under the hot spray, he reveled in the feel of the water cascading over his body. David had turned 40 not long ago, but most people thought he was in his mid-30s or younger. While his body wasn't "sculpted," it was certainly fit from the triathlons he competed in. As part of his competition, he removed the hair from his body to reduce drag during the swimming events, and he was lean as you might expect.

He squirted some shampoo it into his palm and rubbed it into his short brown hair. The soap suds flowed down his body, following the peaks and valleys of his muscles. He then lathered his body with soap, taking the opportunity to stroke his neglected friend, which perked up in anticipation of more foreplay, but alas, David was just teasing himself.

Still, it did feel good, and the "cleansing" of that area took a little longer than the rest of his body combined. He justified it, though, by telling himself that he wanted to be especially clean down there for Tia. (Yeah, whatever).

Realizing that he really didn't have time to dilly or dally, he shut off the water and grabbed the towel from the rack. A mere 15 minutes later he was shaved, clothed and ready to go.

He made the airport in plenty of time to catch his early-morning flight, made necessary so that he could give back the two hours he gained flying west in the first place. If everything went smoothly, he would hit Dallas right about the time Tia's flight took off from home, giving him an hour to hit the airport lounge and partake of a free cocktail or three.

***

David was standing at the gate when Tia walked off the plane. She took his breath away, just as she did 10 years before when she walked down the aisle and for some unfathomable reason, agreed to be his wife. He was definitely one lucky bastard.

Tia covered the distance between them quickly, almost leaping into his arms and kissing him deeply, oblivious to her fellow travelers, who gawked at the public display of affection. Being somewhat reserved himself, David was slightly self-conscious, but he was too glad to see her to care.

He felt her large breasts pressed against his chest, and her hands gripped his head, pulling his lips to hers as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. The kiss last several long seconds, and only after it was over did David notice the sounds of the airport gradually returning to their normal volume. It was as if the kiss had momentarily caused all sound to evaporate until their lips parted.

Tia leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "Can you tell I'm happy to see you?"

He pulled away slightly and gazed into her eyes. "The feeling's mutual," he said.

Leaning back in, she whispered, "Do you think anyone would notice if you just fucked me right here and now?" 

The human body is an amazing thing. His ears captured her words and his brain processed the information. Immediately, and electric impulse traveled from his brain to his cock, which responded to the instruction by hardening at a somewhat uncomfortable angle.

He groaned quietly and put his hand in his pocket to surreptitiously reposition his member.

His movement didn't escape Tia's notice, and she smiled mischievously. "Did you need to adjust your package, baby?"

He laughed at being caught "red-handed," and simply replied, "We're going to have a lot of fun this weekend, I can already tell."

Her flight had arrived a little late, and they only had about 45 minutes to make their connection. He took her hand, and they walked quickly to the Skylink to transfer to Terminal A. 

*** Being a frequent flyer, David more or less had his pick of seats on the aircraft, and he had secured the exit row on the two-seat side of the Super 80 aircraft so that they wouldn't have to cope with another passenger directly beside them. 

As the other passengers boarded, they talked quietly about what they would do once they reached New Orleans. First on their to-do list was to hit Tropical Isle and order a couple of Hand Grenades, billed as the strongest drink in the French Quarter.

They also hoped to catch one of their favorite bands while there.

As the plane backed away from the gate, Tia pulled out a blanket she had brought with her and draped it over her legs. The short skirt offered little protection from the overly air-conditioned cabin, and Tia did not like to be cold. 

She took David's hand and held it in her lap under the blanket. 

"There's something I need to tell you," she said earnestly. 

Immediately, David became concerned. With all that had happened lately, he was afraid of more bad news. He couldn't believe their vacation was going to start off on a bad note.

"What is it?" he asked hesitantly. 

"I hate to tell you this," she said, "but forgot to do something pretty important this morning."

"What?" he asked, racking his brain trying to figure out what important thing she was supposed to do. 

"I forgot ..." she began, "I forgot, um ... to ... put on any panties," she said quietly and somewhat demurely.

David's ride on the emotional rollercoaster suddenly shot from the valley of concern to the peak of excitement, and a big grin appeared on his face. 

Tia smoothly guided his hand under the edge of her short skirt, and his fingers traveled up her bare skin to the juncture of her thighs where they discovered something else. The sparse patch of hair that normally adorned the area was gone, and only smooth, sensitive flesh remained.

"Oh!" she said, "That's the other thing I was going to tell you." 

She leaned in close to whisper in his ear, "Do you like it?"

OK, admittedly, that was a stupid fucking question, kind of like asking a gourmand if he likes food. 

David didn't even have to answer. The bulge in his pants told Tia all she needed to know.

As the plane taxied into position for takeoff, David continued to stroke his wife's cleanly shaven vulva, eliciting sounds of pleasure and a hint of moisture.

The jet began its takeoff roll, and the rumbling of the aircraft masked the movement of his hand under the blanket. 

He gently ran his fingers along the sides of her labia and then pinched them together gently in a way he knew she loved.

He eased her lips apart and circled his middle finger around her opening, coating it with her body's natural lubrication. The pad of his finger slid easily along her slit like a marble coated in oil, and he moved upward toward her hardening clit, tracing a circle around it, but not actually touching the sensitive bud.

Tia closed her eyes and parted her thighs a little to give him greater access. She was slightly nervous about their public behavior, but she was also turned on by it. She pretended to be asleep while she concentrated on the dance David's fingers were doing across her clit.

The huge aircraft soared into the sky, gaining altitude as Tia came closer and closer to climax. A "ding-ding" chime sounded indicating that the plane had crossed through 10,000 feet, and soon the flight attendant came on the speaker announcing that passengers could now used approved electronic devices, blah, blah, blah.

As usual, no one paid any attention.

Tia was pretty sure that the electronic device she wanted right now wouldn't be on the approved list, let alone something she could have carried through security.

"Besides, who needs a vibrator when you have a husband with talented fingers?" she thought.

David's wrist was growing tired, but he continued to circle her clit, occasionally allowing his fingers to slip down and replenish their supply of lubrication and dip into her beckoning hole. It wasn't easy pleasuring her without causing the blanket to move and obviously give away what was happening beneath its thin veil. 

He was determined, though, to make his wife cum now that they were well-above 5,280 feet in altitude. He didn't know if a hand job officially qualified him for entry into the mile-high club, but he was willing to claim it anyway.

***

A dozen rows in front and across the aisle from the frisky couple sat two beautiful co-eds. Erin leaned over to whisper something to her seatmate Danielle, who responded with a nod. 

Unfastening her seatbelt, Erin rose and began moving toward the back of the plane. 

She was a totally striking woman; the kind that most people can't take their eyes off of. As she moved smoothly down the aisle, every male (and most females) within view tracked her progress surreptitiously. 

She was almost 6 feet tall, which in and of itself would have made her noticeable, but there was much more — the spiky jet black hair; the sculpted toned muscles; the way she moved like an athlete; the white tank top that seemed to barely contain her impressive breasts and revealed a hint of midriff; the short skirt that showed off her long legs; the ankle high boots that made her taller, and especially her steel-gray eyes. All of those things would have made her noticeable, but there was more. 

Much of her body appeared to be covered in a single exquisite tattoo of a type of chimera, a mythical creature whose body is composed of parts from various animals.

The tail, which ended in the head of a viper, trailed down the calf of her left leg. It coiled around her leg, traveling up the back of her thigh and morphing smoothly into a dragon's body that disappeared under her short skirt. The skirt and shear white tank obscured most of the creature's trunk, but its outline was still visible through the thin material of her shirt.

Two necks emerged from the armholes of her tank top with one draping over her left shoulder and the other running along her neck on the right. The left neck ended in a fierce looking head with mouth wide open, seemingly poised to sink its razor-sharp teeth into her left breast. It was dark and foreboding.

On the right, a similar creature, but this one light, almost more of an outline, perched over her other breast, it's serpent's tongue extending outward ready to lavish her jutting nipple.

The detail was incredible. In fact, even those who weren't fans of tattoos would have to admit that the person who created this one was an artist, and somehow, it seemed to match perfectly the dual personality of the woman who wore it.

Mouths gaped and heads turned as she passed. More than a few husbands and boyfriends received elbows in the side from their peeved companions.

Erin knew the effect that she had on men, and frankly, she couldn't have cared less.

David spotted her almost the second she stood up, and despite what he was doing to his wife, he tracked the woman's progress down the aisle. He was, after all, a guy, and by definition, a pig. Tia, eyes closed, and coming closer and closer to cuming, was totally unaware that her husband was distracted. Why should she be? It wasn't affecting his delicate manipulation of her sex. 

Erin grew closer, her eyes scanning the passengers before her, and they lit on Tia, who appeared to be asleep, but then Erin realized that people don't usually bite their lower lip while they sleep.

Intrigued, she kept her eyes on the beautiful woman, and as she reached the row in front of them, she spotted the blanket draped over her lap, and detected the subtle movement of David's hand beneath the fabric. 

She treated David to a hint of a smile as she continued past on her way to the bathroom.

Latching the door in place, she allowed herself a warm smile and thought, "He's friggin' her right there on the plane, and I saw it!" She couldn't believe it. Of course, she'd heard about people "doing it" on planes, but she'd never known anyone who actually did it, and she had certainly never seen it. She actually felt herself getting a little wet at the thought.

Lifting her skirt, she sat down on the toilet without removing her panties. Instead, she tugged the thong to the side and let loose a strong stream that made a metallic ring as it rained against the side of the aluminum bowl. 

She toyed with the idea of briefly toying with herself, but she decided against it, wanting to get back and tell Danielle what she had seen. She wiped her pussy with a wet paper towel, slid her thong back over her crotch and allowed her skirt to fall back in place. 

She exited the head and began making her way back to her seat. 

She wasn't sure what possessed her to do it, but she slowed as she approached David and Tia's row, prolonging her ability to watch the action. As she came abreast of David, she suddenly leaned down and whispered in his ear, "If you need an extra hand, let me know," and continued walking.

Stunned, David was speechless as he watched her walk away, but three rows ahead, she turned and looked back over her shoulder at him and winked. 

The distraction interrupted him long enough that Tia, with eyes still closed, whispered, "Don't stop, baby, I'm so close, please."

He renewed his effort, focused now on getting Tia off while envisioning in his mind's eye the tall tattooed woman helping. 

Erin resumed her seat and immediately leaned over to whisper something in her companion's ear. The girl looked stunned at what she heard and then turned to look toward the back of the aircraft, scanning the rows. She wasn't expecting to lock eyes with David, who was still watching Erin.

Immediately, Danielle averted her eyes and whispered something to Erin. They continued their animated, but quiet discussion, and Danielle turned around again to look, and David was still watching them. Again, she quickly turned back around, embarrassed at having been caught watching twice. 

David was starting to enjoy this. Like Tia, he had a bit of an exhibitionist in him, and it was a turn on to know that these two hot girls were watching them.

He knew, though, that he needed to focus his full attention on Tia, which he did. The flight attendants were working their way down the aisle, and David wanted her to cum before they arrived. 

His fingers began circling her clit faster and faster. He was less concerned about the movement of his hand under the blanket. Tia was gently thrusting her hips against his hand and still biting her lower lip. She parted her legs a little more, hoping David would slip a finger inside her, which he obligingly did.

About that time, Danielle decided that she needed to check out the action herself. She slipped past Erin and into the aisle as David's finger entered his wife, giving her the little extra shove she needed to tumble over the edge. 

The convulsions began to rack her body as Danielle drew closer, and she could see the beautiful woman suppress a vocal groan and try desperately to keep her orgasmic contractions from being obvious. 

Danielle walked slowly so that she could observe the couple for as long as possible, taking her eyes off of Tia for only a second to glance at David, who was once again staring straight into her eyes with a conspiratorial smile on his face. 

Danielle couldn't help herself. She smiled back, even as she blushed realizing that she had been caught red-handed watching the couple's sexual escapades. Well, she wasn't the only one caught "red-handed," she thought with a grin.

She continued on past as Tia's orgasm subsided. Totally relaxed, Tia dozed off with David's hand still between her legs.

Danielle made it to the bathroom, but honestly, she didn't really need to go. After what she had just seen, though, she needed some immediate release. 

Digging through her purse, she pulled out what looked like a small handheld personal fan — the kind with blades that retract along the side when inactive, but that extend like a propeller when operating to provide a little cooling relief to its user.

It seemed innocent enough, and if switched on, it would actually work, but this little device could have been designed by the ingenious Q from the James Bond movies. In fact, Danielle referred to it as her Double-OH!-7 secret weapon. Because when you removed the blade attachment on top, the little device looked surprising like a mini-vibrator, which was exactly what it was. 


Who Dat Girl? Ch. 02



Editor's Note: "Who Dat Girl?" is the story about our recent trip to New Orleans. In part 1, husband and wife — David and Tia — get frisky on the plane to New Orleans and attract the attention of two hot co-eds. 

*

Erin and Danielle climbed into the back of the Suburban, and David and Tia took the middle seats as the cabbie loaded their bags.

"Where to?" he asked taking his seat behind the wheel and flicking the meter.

"Renaissance Hotel on Common Street, right off Canal," David responded. 

The Iranian cab driver took off like a bat out of hell, and all four passengers grabbed on to something to keep from getting tossed around.

"So," Tia began, "this is your first time in the Big Easy, huh? You're in for an eye-opening experience. Where are you from?"

"We go to school at the University of Texas in Austin," Danielle said. "I'm a sophomore and Erin is a senior. She's studying art, and I'm pre-med."

"We're roommates," Erin added. 

"It sounds like you've been to New Orleans a lot," Danielle said.

"We have this year," David replied. "I've been working on a project in Baton Rouge, which is only about an hour from here. I travel so much in my work, that we get to use frequent flyer miles and hotel points to vacation on a regular basis, and Tia fell in love with N'Orleans."

"So, what should we do and see?" Erin asked. "We're a little wary about not knowing our way around." 

"If you'd like, we'd be glad to show you around," Tia offered, perhaps a little too quickly. "I mean, we don't want to cramp your style or anything, but if you'd like, we could hit a few of our favorite spots, buy Danielle her first "official" drink, and when you're ready to go off and do your own thing, you can have at it."

"Are you sure? Erin asked. "We don't want to impose any more than we have already, but it would be great to have someone show us around, and we'd love to spend some time with you guys. What do you think Danielle?"

"That'd be awesome!" she said.

"Great, then, it's settled," David said. "Why don't we get checked into the hotel, get freshened up a bit and then meet in the lobby about 6 p.m. How does that sound?"

"Better make it 6:30, honey. There's something I need to do before we go out," Tia said. 

"Uh, OK," David replied, not sure exactly what his wife could possibly need to do, but the way she said it made it clear he shouldn't question it right then.

"6:30 OK?" he asked.

Erin and Danielle both nodded as the cab driver pulled up and the bellhop began unloading the bags.

David got checked in, and turned to the girls who were still talking to the desk clerk.

"We're in room 1907. Call us if there are any problems; otherwise, we'll see you in the lobby at 6:30. OK?"

"Great, see you in a bit," Danielle replied as Erin continued to talk with the clerk.

"My God!" Tia said as the elevator doors closed, "They are gorgeous. I would totally do them both," she said, shocking David a little.

"I take it you liked them, then?"

"Are you kidding? What's not to like? Killer bodies, funny, intelligent."

"You got all that from a 20-minute cab ride, did you?" he teased.

"Fuck you," she said playfully. "I'm the psychiatrist, mister, and it's my job to evaluate people quickly and accurately."

"And it's your professional opinion, after careful analysis, that given the opportunity, you'd do them both, huh?" 

"Yes," she said in mock seriousness. "That is my professional conclusion, and don't question me. Remember, I'm a doctor."

David cracked up laughing just as the door opened on the top floor, and a stodgy old couple looked disapprovingly at them as the exited the elevator.

That made David and Tia laugh even harder as they hunted for their room.

Their suite (thanks to hotel points) had two large rooms, a main living room with a couch, chairs, TV, bar, bathroom and sliding glass door that opened onto a balcony, and the bedroom and master bath that included both a glass-enclosed shower and whirlpool tub. It also had a sliding glass door leading out onto the balcony. The whole suite was about the size of four normal hotel rooms.

"This will do," deadpanned Tia, as she collapsed on the bed and broke into laughter at her understatement.

David was putting their clothes away, when he asked, "Besides freshening up, what did you need to do?"

"Come here," Erin said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He walked over to her.

"Yes?" he said.

"I wanted to properly thank you for the hand you gave me on the plane."

As she said it, she reached for the buckle on his belt and undid it. Next, she popped the button on his pants and slid the zipper down. She could see him hardening, and she rubbed his shaft through his boxer briefs.

"We don't have much time," she said, pushing his pants and underwear down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them.

His lengthening cock was rising up in front of her face, and she pulled him to her and engulfed the head in her mouth.

He rewarded her with a groan of appreciation, and she cupped his balls with her right hand as her left stroked the shaft.

She felt him continue to grow in her mouth, and she released the head momentarily so that she could lick the underside, paying particular attention to the sensitive area just below the head.

Taking him again in her mouth, she liberally coated his cock with her saliva, which allowed her hand to slide smoothly up and down his rod as her tongue circled the head and teased the opening.

He grasped her head in his hands and began gently thrusting into her face, fucking her firmly but not too deeply. He was already primed from the activity on the plane.

He pulled almost all the way out of her mouth and pushed back in. He repeated that process, going a little deeper each time until the head of his prick was bumping up against her throat. 

Tia let him use her mouth, knowing he liked to be in control. As his cock slid in, she would lavish it with her tongue, making sure to keep her teeth away from his sensitive flesh.

She tugged and gently squeezed his balls, then released them and allowed her finger to tease and lightly probe his anus.

That was all it took, and David unleashed his load into her waiting mouth. She swallowed quickly before the next blast came, allowing only a little of it to slip out. She continued to suck on him, drawing out the last drops as his orgasm abated. 

She loved how his cock softened in her mouth, well aware that if she continued sucking, he would quickly recover and be ready to go again, but they had to meet Erin and Danielle in a few minutes, and she still needed to freshen up.

She stood and kissed him on the lips, her tongue gently insinuating itself into his mouth. 

"That's just a taste of what's to come this weekend," she told him. As he licked his lips, he realized that she meant that both figuratively and literally.

***

Danielle looked up from between Erin's thighs, her face glistening with her lover's juices. 

"You're fantasizing that it's her licking your pussy right now, aren't you?" she teased.

Erin groaned, both at being so easy to read, but also that Danielle had stopped what she was doing. "Shut up and tongue-fuck me, you little tease! We have to be downstairs in a minute to meet David and Tia, and I need to cum before we go."

Danielle, the more submissive of the couple, obeyed, and buried her tongue deep in Erin's gash. Her fingers caressed the sensitive area between her anus and her vulva as she plunged her tongue in and out. She pressed firmly against Erin's anus with her thumb, not quite penetrating her, but building the anticipation that she might at any second.

Erin's nipples were rock hard and protruding through her tank top. She was squeezing both of them with her hands, pushing them together and tweaking her nipples.

Danielle's tongue traced a path back to her clit, running along the outside of her labia. Placing her lips over the woman's engorged organ, she sucked hard eliciting a new moan from Erin. 

"That's it, baby! Suck my clit. God you eat pussy so good. Come on, Baby! Do it! Make me cum, please!"

Erin released her breasts and grabbed hold of the bed covers to her side, using them to thrust herself against Danielle's mouth. 

Danielle flicked her tongue lightly around her clit and slipped two fingers into Erin's gaping hole. She finger-fucked her, teasing her G Spot with each thrust. With knees bent and feet planted on the end of the bed, Erin was able to thrust in time to Danielle's fingers and tongue and within seconds, she was cuming, her hips bouncing off the bed as she bucked against Danielle, her pussy contracting and pumping out even more juice, which Danielle lapped up.

As her orgasm subsided, Erin's clit buzzed like electric current was flowing through, and she gently pushed Danielle away because she was just too sensitive to touch. 

Danielle smiled up at her from between her legs. "Did that help?" she asked, knowing full well that it did. Erin could get really cranky when she was horny, and Danielle wanted to make sure that she wasn't cranky on their first night in the French Quarter.

She slid up beside Erin and the taller woman kissed her deeply. Their tongues intertwined and their lips alternated between light delicate caresses and more forceful probing. They kissed for a long time until Danielle pulled away, gasping a little for breath. 

"You know I love, you, right?" Erin asked her, her gray eyes staring into Danielle's startling blue ones. 

"Yes," Danielle smiled, genuinely pleased. "And you know I love you, right?" 

"Yes," Erin replied with assurance.

It was important to Danielle that Erin was convinced of her love. Erin's life had not been easy. She had suffered abuse, both emotional and sexual, at the hands of some very bad men. She had sworn off men completely, not trusting them to any great degree, but Danielle was helping to heal those wounds and bringing her to realize that perhaps, all men were not sadistic animals.

"We have GOT to go," Danielle suddenly said. We're supposed to meet David and Tia in 10 minutes, and I've got cum all over my face."

"I have a feeling that would only excite our new friends," Erin laughed. 

"I think you're right, but still ... I'm going to go get cleaned up. You'd better freshen up too."

The two quickly headed for the bathroom, jockeying back and forth for position to use the mirror and the sink. 10 minutes later, they stood side by side to appraise their efforts. 

"Better than mere mortals deserve," Erin said matter of factly.

"I couldn't agree more," Danielle said. "Let's go get to know our new friends and see what the night has in store for us."

"Who knows," Erin said, "You might even lose your virginity tonight."

The look in Danielle's eyes told her that she was thinking the same thing.

***

The two girls stepped off the elevator to find David and Tia seated in the lobby talking quietly as they waited.

"Sorry we're late." Danielle said, "There was something I realized I had to do too."

The way she said it made it pretty clear that she knew what Tia had had to do, and that it was very similar to what she had done.

There was a moment of silence, as everyone realized that a line in the sand had been crossed.

"Well," Erin said to David, "now that we've been "done," are you ready to head out for some more fun?"

There was a brief pause, and then everyone broke into laughter.

"So, where are we off to," Erin asked.

"We thought we'd start at Tropical Isle," Tia replied. "We've both been craving a Hand Grenade, and we want to see if one of our favorite bands is playing tonight."

"What's in a Hand Grenade?" Danielle asked.

"The recipe's secret," David said, "but we know it has melon liqueur in it and a bunch of other alcohol. One will make you feel pretty good, and two can knock you on your butt."

"I'll have three, then!" Erin said, laughing.

"I think I'm going to like this girl," Tia said, linking her arm in Erin's and pulling her toward the door. "Come on, let's hit the Quarter."

David and Danielle watched them head toward the door.

David offered her his arm. "Shall we join them?"

"I think we'd better," she said. "No telling how much trouble they'll get into if we aren't there," she said with a wink.

They walked a block to Canal Street and crossed over to Bourbon Street where what appeared to be 20 members of a high school marching band were belting out jazz. A group of people had stopped to enjoy the performance.

The two couples pushed on through, Tia definitely on a mission to throw herself on a Hand Grenade. 

Erin and Danielle's eyes were wide open and their mouths gaped at the sights and sounds. One of the first businesses they passed was a strip club/sex shop with dildos, garter belts and leather in full display, not to mention the scantily clad woman in the doorway trying to lure people into the club with her siren call.

"Man, and I thought Austin was over the top," Danielle said.

"Yeah, we're definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto," Erin responded.

They continued down the street, which was crowded with many of the people decked out in purple and gold, the color of Louisiana State University. The No. 1-ranked Tigers were taking on the No. 2-ranked Crimson Tide of Alabama on Saturday, and it promised to be a crazy weekend in the Quarter.

Erin and Danielle's eyes swept back and forth, trying desperately to take in all that they could see and hear.

Danielle's head swiveled as a fat guy wearing cowboy boots, short shorts, garters and a bra (without shirt) passed by, and she almost missed the guy painted entirely silver, including his long beard, who was reclining motionless against a box with a long penis-shaped balloon extending from his crotch.

Erin couldn't keep from laughing at the site. "Oh My God! This place is off the charts!"

David and Tia had seen it all before, so they were actually having more fun watching Danielle and Erin's reactions.

Neon and loud music emanated from the bars they passed. Classic rock flowed seamlessly into jazz, which morphed into hip-hop. 

Danielle and Erin were experiencing sensory overload.

"Ooh, what's that smell?" Danielle asked, her nose wrinkling up as they passed by an alley.

"That's N'Orleans, honey. This city has definitely been "lived" in," Tia said. "Don't worry. A drink will help."

"Does it mask the smell?" Danielle asked, somewhat naively.

"No, it just makes you not care anymore," Tia said with a laugh.

"Then I need a drink ASAP," Erin joined in, "because that smelled awful."

They all laughed.

"We're almost there," David said.

A block further down Bourbon Street, they finally arrived at the corner establishment adorned with signs reading "Home of the world-famous Hand Grenade - the strongest drink in the French Quarter."

The walls were painted green, and there had been some attempt at a tropical theme, but basically, it was just a bar.

In the center, an elevated stage, empty at the moment, rose up behind the bartenders and a surprisingly sophisticated lighting system cast pinpricks of dancing light over the patrons, who couldn't care less.

The four captured stools at the bar, and David ordered four Hand Grenades from the male bartender with the cockeyed ball cap and sparse beard. 

"I'm going to need to see some ID," he said, and David began to reach for his wallet.

"Not you, man," he said with a smile, "just the ladies."

Chagrinned, David replied, "Dude! That is so going to cost you when it comes to the tip."

The girls all started laughing at David's expense, but he didn't really mind.

Danielle proudly handed over her ID, and Facial Hair stared at it a little longer than normal, and David could tell he was trying to do the math in his head. 

"Hey, today's your birthday!" he said.

"Yep," she replied, "and this is going to be my first "legal" drink since I turned 21."

"You picked the right place and the right drink to start," he said, "and since it's your birthday, all of your drinks are on me tonight."

"You might come to regret that offer," Erin said, drawing an elbow from Danielle.

"Oh, do we have a party girl here?" he asked.

"Definitely," Erin replied.

"Well, then, how 'bout we say the first four are on me. If you can drink more than four Hand Grenades without falling flat on your face, you'll be a better 'man' than every guy in here."

"That shouldn't be too hard," Erin said a little too caustically. Danielle shot her a look, and Erin grinned sheepishly, "present company excluded, of course."

Erin saw Tia watching her, a touch of concern in her eyes, but she quickly masked it and put her arm around both women. "Tonight, it's all about having fun. No worries, no cares. Just let loose."

"Good plan," Danielle said, giving Erin and understanding nod. 

Facial Hair returned with four Hand Grenades in their signature custom plastic green container. The bottom was shaped like a hand grenade (what else?) that extended up into a long thin neck, making the whole thing about 18-inches tall. On top of the thin crunchy ice floated a tiny plastic hand grenade that was totally useless and could be found littering the streets of the French Quarter. A long straw protruded from the top of the drink.

David and Tia took a long pull from their drinks, as the girls sampled theirs for the first time.

"Oooooh," Danielle said, "I like it ... A LOT!" 

"Holy crap," Erin added. "What's in these things?" 

"Sorry, Ladies. That's a secret," Facial Hair said. "I guarantee you, though, that before the night is over, you won't even care."

"If this thing is half as potent as it seems," Erin said, "they should change the name to the 'Leg Spreader.' "

"I don't know," David replied. "That might keep guys from ordering them," and they all laughed, agreeing that he was probably right.

Tia raised her glass. "Happy birthday, Danielle. We're really glad that we are getting to spend it with you tonight."

They all joined her toast and Danielle smiled in appreciation. 

The four were halfway through their first drink when the band took the stage.

"Whoooohooooo," Tia yelled when she saw it was the band she'd hoped for. She didn't even know their names, but they seemed to play regularly at Tropical Isle, and they always played her requests. Plus, she liked the way the lead singer and drummer flirted with her.

They mostly played classic soft rock and beach music, but they'd throw in a little country and even an occasional popular tune. Tia noted that they had a pretty young woman singing with them tonight.

As the band worked through their first set, the four young people got to know each other better, laughing and kidding as if they had been friends forever. 

Tia inserted a song request and a $5 bill into the canister and slipped it into the pneumatic tube. Tropical Isle had an ingenious way to pass song requests to the band on the elevated stage. The pneumatic tube, like you would see in at a bank, shot the request up the tube that traveled overhead and deposited next to the lead guitarist.

Tia watched him pull the money out along with the request, and saw the grin spread across his face when he read the song she wanted to hear.

He turned to his band mates and whispered, and they grinned too.

The lead singer turned to the mic and said, "Well, we may be taking our lives into our own hands by doing this next request, but it did come with a $5 bill attached to, so we're going to risk it. I just want to say, though, before we sing this song, GEAUX TIGERS!!"

As the loyal LSU fans cheered in agreement, the guitarist strummed the first extremely distinctive chords of "Sweet Home Alabama," and the cheers quickly turned to boos, but they were good-natured. 

When Erin heard the chords, she let out a Rebel yell. "Turn it up!"




Who Dat Girl? Ch. 02



"I LOVE this song!" she said, and started dancing.

Tia joined her, and the two sang along with the band as David and Danielle watched, enjoying the sight. 

"In Birmingham they love the gov'nor, boo boo boo! Now we all did what we could do," Erin and Tia sang to each other with Tia holding her Hand Grenade like it was a microphone they were both sharing. "Now Watergate does not bother me. Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth."

The girls separate, dancing to the chorus, Erin's arms raised over her head strutting like Mick Jagger as she sang.

"Sweet Home, Alabama, where the skies are so blue. Sweet home, Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to you. Here I come, Alabama."

Danielle couldn't believe Erin's display. Her friend, while extremely confident, rarely drew such public attention to herself. Danielle decided she liked it. She hopped off her bar stool and joined them, bumping and grinding with Erin and then Tia, singing through the second verse and the final chorus. As the song ended, they came together in a group hug, and the bar erupted in applause. David was pretty sure it was more for the girls' performance than the band's. He even saw the band applauding the trio on the floor.

"Whew," Tia exclaimed, out of breath from her exertions. "I need another Hang Grenade."

"Me too," Erin said.

"Me three," Danielle said giggling. David thought the first one might have hit her a little harder than she expected.

"Better make it four," David said to Facial Hair, and he hurried off to fill the order.

Their drinks came, and they continued talking and laughing, working their way down to the bottom of their second potent drink. David, who had an enormous tolerance for alcohol was able to sit back and watch as the girls got a little more tipsy and a little less inhibited. 

They alternated between whispering to each other and laughing out loud. He wasn't exactly sure what they were talking about, but he did notice that there was a lot of touching going on. He didn't feel ignored, though. In fact, Tia had her hand high up on his thigh right now, and Danielle was resting her elbow on his shoulder as she listened to Tia tell about some of their past experiences in The Big Easy.

"So, we were in this bar, and these two totally gorgeous women were sitting at this table. Every guy in the joint was ogling them. They both had three or four drinks sitting in front of them because guys kept sending them over. Before long, two LSU BMOCs approach them. I'm sure you know the type. Baseball caps on backward, shorts, flip-flops, scraggly facial hair and tats. They walk up to these hot women who totally outclassed them, but do they care? Not at all. Without even asking, they pull up a couple of chairs and join them, working their best moves, and the women just kept encouraging them.

"Right about that point, David leans over to me and says, 'you know those two hot girls over there? Notice anything funny about them?'

"We'd been watching them for a while, and I hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. 'No' I said. 'Go do a walk-by and get a closer look,' David said.

"I got up and casually strolled in their direction, pausing to look around as if I was trying to find someone. I was only a few feet from their table, and that's when I noticed it."

"What?" Danielle asked, her arm was now resting on David's arm.

"They were guys!" Tia shouted.

"Those two hot chicks were dudes, and those college guys were hitting on them."

"Dudes?" Erin said. "You mean they were transvestites?"

"Definitely," David said. "Admittedly, they were totally hot transvestites, but still transvestites."

"The next thing we know," Tia said, the two college guys have their arms around their respective 'girls,' and they are kissing and touching in some very obvious public displays of affection. 

"It was all we could do to keep from falling out of our chairs as we watched. Just when we thought it couldn't get any better, all four of them got up and left together. It was clear they were taking their party to more private surroundings. Those two boys were in for the shock of their lifetimes," Tia said, giggling like crazy.

"Oh My God!" Danielle exclaimed. "Can you imagine?"

"Holy shit!" Erin added. "There's nothing that will ruin your day faster than thinking you're going down on a woman only to find a big hairy dick staring you in the face."

There was a momentary silence, and Erin worried that she might have gone too far, when all of the sudden they all burst into laughter. 

"So," Tia said as they all regained their composure. "Would it be too forward for me to ask if you and Danielle are a 'couple'? If it is, just say so. I was just wondering."

Erin glanced at Danielle, who nodded her head slightly.

"Yes," Erin said. "We've been together a couple of years now." She wasn't exactly sure how David and Tia would take this news. While Erin and Danielle didn't hide their relationship, they also didn't push it into people's faces either. Nevertheless, they'd received all of the usual hateful reactions from those who didn't approve of their lifestyle.

"Cool," Tia said simply. "You are a beautiful couple."

"Thank you," Danielle said. "Erin is amazing. She's such a talented artist, and she has been my rock and my encourager in my first two years of college."

"Danielle overstates it," Erin replied. "It's actually the other way around. She's really the rock in our relationship. We met through the university's roommate matching service. It's kind of like Match.com, and in our case, it's a lot like Match.com," she said.

"I'm curious," Tia said, "and if I'm asking questions that are too personal, just tell me to so, but have you both always known that you were lesbians?"

Erin laughed, and Danielle blushed.

"Honestly, it would be more accurate to say that we're bi, although in Danielle's case, that's not actually been proven yet."

Now Danielle really blushed.

"I've, uh, never actually had sex with, uh, a guy," Danielle said sheepishly.

"Really!" Tia said surprised. 

"Oh, I've done just about everything but have sex with a guy, so I know I like men, but I've never met the right guy to go all the way with."

"And I've had some bad experiences with men," Erin said, leaving it at that, and Tia and David didn't pry further.

"Had either of you ever had a lesbian relationship before?" Tia asked.

"Erin's my first," Danielle said, "but she's had several lovers."

"Do you mind me asking how it came about?"

"You sure are curious," Erin said smiling, but she wasn't offended.

"Curious, is the right word," Tia thought, but didn't say. "Or maybe, bi-curious would be a better way to say it," as a smile crossed her lips at the thought.

"Well," Danielle started, "I got invited to a frat party by a guy in my English class. He was a nice enough guy, and we were having a pretty good time. Like most frat parties, the beer was flowing, and the girls were showing. Mark and I were sitting on the couch, sort of making out. The music was loud and several girls from one of the sororities were dancing with each other. Of course, the guys were urging them on, and these girls were shitfaced. They started dirty dancing with each other, rubbing their crotches into the asses of the girls in front of them, humping each other's leg and kissing their necks.

"The guys were going crazy," she continued, "and it was obviously having an effect on Mark because he was openingly feeling me up as we watched. I was sitting in his lap, and he had one hand caressing my breast through my shirt, and the other sliding up my thigh underneath my miniskirt.

"Two of the girls started getting more into it. One squatted down as the other thrust her pussy toward her face, and they simulated oral sex. The girl then slid up her body slowly, rubbing her breasts against her partner all the way up until they were face to face, just inches apart. One girl put her hand in the other girl's hair and pulled her head toward her and kissed her, their tongues were intertwining as they continued to rub against each other.

"I have to admit I was getting pretty hot, and I could feel Mark's hard-on pressing into my ass. My panties were moist, and the sexual tension in the air was almost unbearable.

" 'You want to go up to my room?' Mark asked. "I knew what he wanted. Hell, part of me wanted it too, but he wasn't the guy that I wanted to lose my virginity too. Besides, I wanted to see how far these chicks would go.

" 'No, baby, let's watch a little more,' I said, but before long, the song ended, and the moment seemed to be lost. The sorority sisters went off together, and I started to think about what they were going to do. Suddenly, I realized that I needed to get away too. I didn't want to feel pressured by Mark. Honestly, I was freakin' horny, and I wanted to go back to the dorm and get myself off. I knew Erin was going to be out, so I would have the place to myself.

"I told Mark I had to go, and he protested loudly. 'Come on, Danielle, you can't go. Let's go up to my room,' he whined.

" 'I'm sorry, Mark, I've got to go. I'll see you in class Monday.' I left him there with a stunned look on his face and a serious case of blue balls.

"I rushed back to the dorm, and as expected, I had the place to myself. I stripped and fell into bed and immediately started touching myself. I was so wet and hot. I kicked off the covers and spread my legs wide while I massaged my clit with my fingers. 

"I flipped over on my stomach and got up on my knees, continuing to rub myself, imaging that the those two sorority girls were helping me get off. One was eating me out from behind while my face was buried in the pussy of the other."

"That's when I walked in," Erin said with a big smile on her face, "only she was so into her fantasy that she didn't even hear me."

"I was totally oblivious to anything except my approaching orgasm," Danielle continued, "when I heard ..."

"Can I give you a hand?" Erin said, picking up the story.

"I flipped over on my back," Danielle resumed, "and said 'Shit! What the fuck?' I was scrambling to cover myself, mortified at having been caught on my knees naked with my ass in the air and my fingers buried in my snatch."

"She looked like she was about to have a stroke," Erin said, smiling. 

" 'What ... what, uh, are you doing home so early? I was just ... uh ... just ... I was ... um ... shit!' I stammered, desperately hoping that she hadn't seen what I was doing, but I could tell by her smug smile that she had seen it all."

" I told her, 'Hey, don't stop on my account,' " Erin said. "I walked toward her bed. 'In fact, I'd really like to help if you want me to,' I told her."

"I couldn't believe what she was saying," Danielle said. "I had wondered if she might be bi, but I wasn't sure, and now she was offering to help me get off, just like I'd been fantasizing about."

"I really didn't give her a chance to answer," Erin said. I just kept walking toward the bed until I was right next to her. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pushed them over my hips, leaving only my thong in place. Danielle stared up at me, wide-eyed, and I slipped under the covers beside her."

"I was frozen with fear, but totally turned on," Danielle said. "Making love to another woman had been a fantasy of mine since I was in high school and was on the swim team. There were several of my teammates who were lesbians, and at least two who I was really attracted to, but I'd never had the nerve to approach either one."

"I didn't give her time to think," Erin said. "I kissed her gently on the lips and slid my hand up her belly to her breasts, teasing her hard nipples as I kissed her neck. I felt her relax and let go, and I knew she was mine.

"I pulled the covers back and began kissing her breasts and then moved down her stomach and pushed her legs apart. I could see her pussy was glistening from wetness, and I couldn't hold back. I buried my tongue in her slit."

"I let out a loud groan," Danielle said. "It felt so amazing. I wanted it for so long, and here she was licking me like she knew every spot to touch, every pressure to apply. Before I knew it, I was bucking against her face as her hands grasped my ass, cuming like I'd never cum before."

"I thought she was going to give me a concussion," Erin said with a laugh, but I figured if I died, at least I'd die happy, and so would she."

"To make a long story short, the nature of our relationship changed, and we've been together ever since," Danielle said.

David and Tia sat there stunned. Totally shocked by the openness of the two young women, but also totally turned on by the story.

Tia looked briefly at David, seeing if his reaction was the same as hers.

"I have to admit that I've always been curious too," Tia said.

For a moment, no one said anything.

Erin looked at Danielle, and Danielle nodded almost imperceptibly. 

"Would you guys like to head back to the hotel where we can ... uh ... get a little more comfortable?" Erin asked hesitantly.

Tia looked at David, and he saw the hope in her eyes. He was pretty sure she saw the same thing in his.

"Yeah, definitely," Tia said, gulping the last of her Hand Grenade. "Let's go!"

David settled the tab, and got a shit-eating grin from Face Hair, who unbeknownst to the group had been listening to Danielle and Erin's tale surreptitiously. "Dude, you are so fucking lucky," he said.

David laughed as he followed the girls out the door.

They made their way back up Bourbon Street, and as they crossed Canal, David suggested they stop in CVS Pharmacy and pick up a bottle of Rum and some Diet Cokes.

"That's a great idea," Erin said, "but would you mind if we ran on ahead. I need to stop by our room for a minute."

"No problem. Come on up when you're ready. We're in 1907."

Danielle, Erin and Tia continued down the block while David ducked into CVS. Besides the rum and Diet Coke, he also picked up a package of condoms. "Just in case," he said to himself.

He didn't exactly run back to the hotel, but he definitely walked quickly. He road the elevator to the 19th floor and opened the door to his room. He heard the shower running and before too long, Tia stepped out after rinsing off her body. She came to him soaking wet and lean up to kissing him. 

"Are we really going to do this?" she asked.

"If that's what you want," he said, hoping desperately that it was.

"What do you think?" she asked, pulling his hand to her pussy and guiding his finger to her slit. She was soaking wet, and it wasn't from the shower.

"I'd say your body is saying 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' " he replied with a big grin.

"I guess I'd better take a quick shower too," he said, stripping off his jeans and shirt. 

This was going to be one hell of a night.



Who Dat Girl? Ch. 03



Editor's Note: "Who Dat Girl?" is the story about our recent trip to New Orleans. In parts 1 & 2, husband and wife — David and Tia — get frisky on the plane to New Orleans and attract the attention of two hot co-eds. The four decide to check out the French Quarter together, and after an evening of getting to know each other, they all head back to the hotel to get to know each other even better. 

*

David was in the shower when Tia answered the soft knock on their hotel room door. Their new friends — Erin and Danielle — strolled into the room and gawked at the size of the luxury suite.

David, a frequent traveler, earned thousands of hotel points and the upgraded room was paid for entirely with frequent stay rewards. The room was about the size of four normal hotel rooms and featured not only a giant king-size bed, but also a glass walk-in shower and a separate oversized whirlpool bathtub.

"What have you got there?" Tia asked, motioning to the small overnight bag carried by Erin.

"I'll show you later," Erin said mysteriously. "Now, did someone mention Cuba libres?

On their way back from the French Quarter, David had run into the CVS Pharmacy on Canal Street to pick up some rum and Diet Cokes so they could continue the party back in the room.

"Coming right up," Tia said, heading toward the room's wet bar.

"Where's David?" Danielle asked.

"He's grabbing a quick shower," Tia responded, filling four glasses with ice from the room's icemaker.

"Ummm," Danielle said with a smile on her lips, "do you think he needs a hand?"

Tia glanced at Erin, who was sitting on the couch, her long legs crossed, and watching Tia coyly.

During their evening in the Quarter, David and Tia had learned that Erin and Danielle were lovers. It was their steamy recounting of their first sexual experience together that had prompted a hasty return to the hotel where they could get to know each other "better."

Tia took Erin's lack of response as assent. She continued looking into Erin's eyes as she said to Danielle, "I don't know. Why don't you go see?"

A slight smile grazed Erin's lips, and Tia mimicked the smile, the two looks imparting many things that did not need to be said.

Danielle silently opened the door and slipped inside the bathroom, which was foggy with steam from David's shower.

Tia turned back to the bar and continued to make their drinks. She heard the rustle of clothing behind her, but she was too nervous to look back to see what Erin was doing.

She felt the warmth of Erin's body behind her and knew she was very close. She tried to concentrate on making the drinks, but suddenly, even that simple, well-rehearsed task seemed impossible.

A shiver ran through her body as Erin's warm breath brushed across the tiny hairs on her neck. The taller woman leaned down and kissed Tia's neck, and she was immediately covered in goose bumps.

"Is this what you wanted?" Erin breathed. "To know what it's like to make love to a woman?" She punctuated each word by raining kisses down Tia's long neck.

Tia leaned back into Erin and felt her large breasts against her back. "Yes," she sighed, tilting her head back and turning it so that Erin's next kiss landed on her lips.

Although the position was slightly awkward, their tongues eagerly explored and probed.

Tia had never been so excited in her life. Erin's hand slid into her hair, tugging slightly as she turned the older woman around. Even in the midst of the kiss, Tia could feel how hard her nipples had become, and she thought she could feel moisture trickling down her leg.

Now facing each other, their kissing began in earnest, their breasts mashing together and Erin pulling Tia's head closer as she hungrily devoured her.

With a forwardness that was new to her, Tia reached around to cup Erin's ass, slipping a hand up her short skirt and caressing her bare butt. She groaned into Erin's mouth when her hand came into contact with her flesh.

Erin, in turn, slid her hand up the back of Tia's blouse, her long arms able to reach around and caress the sides of Tia's bra-encased breasts.

"Take that off," Erin demanded, and another shiver ran through Tia. "Did Erin know she liked to be dominated?" Tia wondered. Suddenly she was unsure.

"Now!" Tia demanded.

"But David ..." Tia stammered.

"David is probably deflowering my virgin girlfriend right now, and I'm about to do the same to you. Now take off your blouse."

Tia lowered her eyes and reached down to grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. She let the blouse drop to the floor and covered her breasts with her elbows, suddenly embarrassed to be partially naked in front of another woman.

Erin moved closer and took her chin in her hand, tilting her head up so that she could kiss her gently. She planted multiple kisses on Tia's lips, and Tia couldn't help but respond. The kisses grew more passionate, and Tia wrapped her arms around Erin, pulling her tight as they continued their oral exploration. 

Erin deftly reached behind Tia and without the woman's awareness unhooked the clasp holding her bra in place. Erin broke their kiss and stepped around Tia, continuing to kiss her neck. 

Using her fingertips, she traced a line down Tia's neck to her bra strap, and with a flick, she nudged it off her shoulder. She did the same with the other strap, and only the size of Tia's breasts kept the bra from falling to the floor. 

Erin's hands slid over Tia's shoulders, down her collarbones and the slope of her breasts. The bra gave up its tenuous hold and fell to the floor to be replaced by Erin's cupping hands. 

Tia sighed at the sensuous feel of another woman's hands on her skin. Her nipples felt like they were about to burst, and Erin captured them between the thumbs and index fingers of both hands tugging at them gently, eliciting a groan of apprehension and excitement from Tia.

Erin continued to kiss her shoulders as she slid her right hand down the flat plane of Tia's stomach, and into the waistband of her skirt. Her finger lightly teased the smooth skin of her abdomen, traveling lower and lower, striving to reach her sex.

Abruptly, Erin realized that Tia was completely shaved.

"Oh, you are a naughty girl, aren't you? No wonder your husband was fingering you on the plane. That's it, isn't it? You shaved for him, and you couldn't wait for him to feel you, could you?"

"Un huh," was all Tia could manage. Words did not seem to be forming in her mind.

"I'm really going to enjoy eating your bald pussy," Erin whispered in her ear. "Would you like that? Do you want me to bury my tongue inside you? Do you want to know what it's like to have a woman make love to you?"

"Yes!" Tia cried desperately. "Yes!"

Erin led Tia over to the bed and pushed her so that she fell backward, her legs hanging down over the sides.

Kneeling on the floor, Erin pushed Tia's legs apart, and lifted them so that Tia's boot-covered feet were perched on the edge of the bed. Her mini-skirt fell back, exposing her hairless pubic area to Erin's devouring eyes.

Erin began by kissing the inside of Tia's thighs, moving closer to her goal, but at an agonizingly slow pace. Tia whimpered, pushing her hips toward Erin, sending an obvious signal of what she wanted.

Erin, though, continued to tease her, using the nail of her index finger to trace the outside of Tia's vulva and drawing a groan of frustration from Tia.

"Tell me what you want," Erin said, allowing her finger to slide across that delicate spot between her vagina and her anus.

"Please," Tia intoned. 

"Please what?" Erin asked again. "Tell me what you want."

"I want your mouth on me. I want to feel your tongue inside me. Please!"

Erin leaned in and planted a kiss on Tia's outer lips. She allowed her tongue to snake out and flick across those lips before probing more deeply.

Tia groaned in appreciation, reaching down to put her hand on the back of Erin's head to pull her closer. Erin, however, took the hand off her head and placed it back at Tia's side. 

Unable to allow her hands to be idle, Tia used one to squeeze her breasts, while the other traced light patterns on her abdomen. She took to rocking her hips against Erin's tongue trying to satisfy the growing itch that was welling inside her.

Erin's tongue was now probing deeply, and she slid down Tia's slit to her opening and thrust her talented tongue into the other woman's pussy, using it like a mini-penis. The taste of Tia's juices flowed across her tongue, and she lapped them up and sought more.

Tia's fingers slid down to the top of her slit and she used two fingers to circle her clit as Erin continued to tongue-fuck her. 

"Oh shit! That feels so good. Yes! That's it. Right there, Oh oh," she moaned. "You're making my pussy so wet!"

Erin's tongue abandoned Tia's hole, and traveled southward, again crossing the nether region, but this time she didn't stop until her tongue was flicking across Tia's anus. 

"Oh Oh! Oh my God!" Tia cried. The feeling of Erin's tongue exploring her most sensitive area was indescribable. 

Erin stiffened her tongue and began to probe Tia's ass as Tia's fingers moved in a blur over her clit. 

"Please don't stop! That's it! Stick it in! Oh, let me feel your tongue slide into my ass! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yessssss!"

Tia's ass lifted off the bed as her orgasm sent her into convulsions, and there was no way Erin could stay in contact. She patiently waited until her orgasm began to subside, and then started planting delicate kisses all over Tia's glistening pussy. 

Tia wasn't entirely sure she hadn't passed out during her orgasm, but she relaxed totally, giving into the languid feeling of another woman applying delicate kisses to her still-quivering pussy.

"OK," Tia said in an exhausted voice, "I'm officially bi now."

Erin broke into laughter, and Tia soon joined in. 

"I'm glad because it's time for you to return the favor," she said, climbing onto the bed and straddling Tia's face. She hitched up her tight blue-jean mini-skirt, tugged her thong aside and invited Tia to do just that.

•••

Danielle felt like she was wading through a San Francisco morning. The steam filling the bathroom was so thick she could just barely make out David's bare form through the glass-walled shower. 

As she moved toward him, she began shedding her clothes. Getting the boots off wasn't easy, but she managed without attracting his attention. The tight T-shirt was next, which she peeled off her body, leaving a lacy Miracle bra that accented her already perfect breasts even more. She reached between those globes to unhitch the front-clasping bra. After slipping the silky fabric off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, she dipped her fingers into her short skirt and shimmied out of it. Clad now only in a thong, she ran her left hand over her round ass and cupped a breast in the other. She was now close to David, and she could see his hard body through the glass. She watched as soapy water cascaded over the well-defined muscles of his ass and leg. 

"Oh," she thought, "his ass is unbelievable."

She bit her lip as she watched, holding herself back while she enjoyed the show. She looped her thumbs in the straps of the thong, and pushed her panties down her leg. Immediately, she felt the cool air caress her steaming pussy that was already soaking wet. She could actually feel the lips of her vulva slide against each other as she walked. 

Grasping the handle of the shower door, she took a deep breath and pulled it open, stepping inside the superheated compartment before she lost her nerve.

David turned in surprise, and then a large grin spread across his face.

"I thought you might need a hand," Danielle said, running her hands across his chest. She looked into his eyes for a second to be sure he wasn't going to object to her presence and then rose on her toes so that she could kiss him lightly on the lips.

"So?" she said, sliding her hand down his chest and across his stomach to his groin where she grasped his already hardening cock. "Do you need a hand?" 

He groaned an acknowledgement as Danielle slowly stroked him and then cupped his balls. 

She kissed and lightly bit his nipple as she continued to bring him to full erection.

"Tia and Erin ...?" he began.

"If I know Erin, I'm pretty sure she has your beautiful wife on her back with her legs spread while she devours her sweet little pussy," Danielle answered.

That word picture sent a jolt through his cock, and she felt it jump.

"Hmmm," she purred, "so you like the idea of your wife being tongue-fucked by another woman, huh?"

He didn't have to say anything. It was a rhetorical question.

Danielle began kissing her way down his body until she was on her knees in the shower, staring directly at his hard cock. 

The shower washed over as she rubbed his penis against her face and across her lips. She licked the tip and tasted the slippery, slightly salty fluid seeping from the head.

In a single motion, she engulfed him, her tongue dancing across the underside of his rigid penis. He slipped his fingers into her hair and thrust deeper into her mouth. "Aghhh," he groaned at the sensation.

She withdrew from his shaft, placing a kiss directly on the head, and then looked up at him as she licked him like a lollipop.

"David," she said, "You know I've never gone all the way with guy, and I know we just met, but I want you to be my first. Would you make love to me?" she asked, continuing to rain kisses along his shaft, all the while gazing up at him so that he could look into her eyes as she pleasured him.

He squatted down so that he was at her level, and he kissed her deeply, giving her an unspoken answer to her question.

Lifting her up off her knees, he backed her up against the shower wall and kissed the juncture of her legs. She draped one leg over his shoulder to open herself wider to him. Her pussy was bare with only a narrow patch of hair just above her pussy. He noticed that she was pierced through one of her pussy lips, and a delicate silver loop hung from the fleshy fold. 

Sliding his tongue between her lips, he tasted her natural lubrication, completely different in texture and taste from the water that ran in rivulets down her breasts and stomach. 

He flicked his tongue across the ring, eliciting a nervous groan from her. Grasping it in his teeth, he tugged ever so gently, just enough so that she could feel it opening her up, but not so much that it hurt her. She was already soaking wet, and he didn't need to worry about preparing her.

Sliding up her body, he caught his arm under the leg she had wrapped around his hip. He used it to hold her open and up. He kissed her deeply, and she tasted herself on his lips.

His hard cock pressed against her virgin pussy, and he slid up and down her slit without attempting to enter her. She loved the feel of his hard cock rubbing her clit. In fact, it felt so good that she felt an orgasm building. She thrust her pelvis against his rod, sliding up and down in a syncopated rhythm that left her breathless. Their thrusting became more urgent, and she bit into his shoulder as she came closer and closer to cuming. 

If he hadn't been holding her up, the wave that overtook her would surely have caused her to slip and fall, but he held her tightly, feeling the shudders ripple through her body, and he held her until they subsided. 

She recovered quickly, and kissed him fiercely. 

Reaching between their bodies, she grasped his shaft and arched her pelvis while guiding it to her opening.

"Now!" she demanded. "Fuck me now!"

He felt the head of his cock find her cum-slick hole, and he nudged it up inside her. She held her breath at the slight pain of the intrusion.

"Relax," he whispered. "Breath."

She followed his instruction and the tension flowed out of her body as his long hard dick flowed in.

She felt his shaft rise up into her belly, and still he kept probing deeper. 

Just as she started to worry that she wouldn't be able to take any more, she realized that he had fully entered her, and she reveled in the fullness, despite the mild discomfort. 

She locked her lips on his, her tongue dancing with his as she kissed him hard. He backed his cock out of her until only the head remained encased in her soft folds, and then pushed it back in, this time a little more forcefully. 

She gasped and bit his lip. "Yes," she breathed.

Pulling back out, he pushed in hard, each thrust becoming firmer and firmer until she was being pushed back against the glass as he used his body to pummel hers.

Moans of pleasure tinged with a little bit of pain flowed from her lips. She was wrapped in his arms as he took her body. 

The thrill of being with a new woman — a virgin at that — was too much, and David knew he wouldn't be able to last. 

His thrusting became more urgent until he was banging into her rapidly, driving the breath from her body as he deflowered her.

With one final full-penetration thrust, he let loose inside her, and for the first time, Danielle felt a man's orgasm from within her body as he pumped his milky fluid deep into her womb. He gripped her tighter with each contraction, and she worried he might break her in two, but soon the spurts came further apart with less intensity, and his head collapsed on her shoulder. Now it was she holding him up.

It was several minutes before he caught his breath and raised his face to look into her eyes. He saw the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, and he smiled too. That freed her to smile even bigger until they both were laughing, overcome by the incredible enjoyment they had just shared.

"My God," he exclaimed, "that was incredible. Are you OK?"

"Are you kidding?" she laughed. "That was amazing. I had no idea it could feel like that, and yet, I'm not sure it would have if it were someone else besides you," she said honestly.

He was deeply touched. He wasn't sure how the four of them had grown so close so quickly, but there was definitely an unusual connection. 

He didn't respond with words, but he kissed her gently, their eyes open, each reveling in that closeness that can only be achieved in the most intimate circumstances.

She felt his penis slip out of her cum-filled pussy, and she realized that she was a little sore down there.

"What do you suppose Erin and Tia are up to?" David asked.

"I don't know, but why don't we go find out?" Danielle responded.

They took a few moments to clean each other up before shutting off the shower and stepping out into bathroom. The fog was so dense that they couldn't even see the mirrors over the vanity. 

Grabbing a big fluffy towel, David dried her off and then wrapped her in a silky hotel bathrobe. The short robe showed off her tanned legs and her breasts created intriguing mounds beneath the light fabric. He felt himself stir just looking at her.

She combed out her hair before turning to him.

"Shall we find out what kind of mischief those two have gotten into?"

***

David's jaw dropped as they exited the bathroom and beheld the sight on the bed in front of him.

His beautiful wife was on her knees, and Erin, wearing a strap-on dildo, was slamming into Tia. The sounds of their bodies slapping and Tia grunting filled the air.

Tia's face was buried in the covers as she took the large dildo up her sopping pussy. Erin was so intent on pleasuring her new lover that she didn't notice they had an audience. 

David felt the now-naked Danielle slip her arms around him from behind, and he could feel her lightly furred bush brushing against his ass. 

It took him a second to realize that she was actually thrusting against his ass as if she were fucking him while her eyes were glued to Erin and Tia.

Danielle's hand slipped down his chest and grasped his lengthening cock, stroking it as her humping against him became more fervent. She stroked him up and down, and the tip of his cock started to drool. Danielle grasped his balls and tugged lightly, sending a shiver down his spine before her hand returned to his long shaft.




Who Dat Girl? Ch. 03



Slipping around him, she slid to her knees in front of him and engulfed his cock. She sucked him with abandon as he watched his wife be ravished by another woman. 

The sound of Danielle's slurping attracted Erin's attention, and she turned her head toward to sound to see David watching them as Danielle's head bobbed up and down on David's impressive cock.

Erin stared directly in his eyes as she continued to fuck his wife. Her eyes seemed to ask, "Do you like what you see?"

David watched as Erin raised her hand and slapped Tia's ass hard, the loud smack followed immediately by a groan from the woman with her face buried in the bed covers.

David could tell by the rosy color of his wife's butt cheeks that Erin has been raining slaps on that sweet flesh for a while now. 

The thought of his wife being fucked and spanked by another woman was almost more than he could handle. He put his hands on Danielle's head and began thrusting more forcefully into her mouth as his eyes sucked in every detail of the activity on the bed.

Danielle gagged slightly as he thrust more deeply, but then relaxed her throat to allow him to slide all the way in. While she may have been a virgin, that didn't mean she hadn't been with guys. She had had to learn some pretty advanced oral techniques to keep them from pressuring her to give up that part of herself that she had wanted to keep intact, at least until a few moments ago.

David groaned as he realized that his long penis was sliding in and out of Danielle's throat. He had never been deep-throated before, and it felt amazing. He could already feel his balls beginning to swell, and knew that he was just moments from cuming.

Not sure how Danielle felt about him spewing in her mouth, he felt torn between wanting to cum in her mouth and being a gentleman and warning her.

Chivalry won out.

"I'm about to cum," he gasped.

Tia, still accepting the rutting dildo from behind, heard his words and turned to see David watching her being fucked while Danielle sucked his cock. 

For her part, Danielle had heard David's warning, but she kept sucking and swallowing, having no intention of missing his climax.

David groaned as his seed leapt from the tip of his penis and into Danielle's mouth. 

Tia watched entranced as the hot young woman continued sucking as David pumped his load into her. 

For a moment, it seemed that Danielle would simply swallow the milky white semen, but then Tia saw the first stream start to dribble out the corner of her mouth until soon it was running in rivulets down her chin and dripping onto her breasts. One glob slipped down the tip of her breast and hung precariously from her nipple, making it appear that her breast was leaking milk.

The erotic sight of cum spilling out of Danielle's mouth pushed Tia over the edge, and her climax pulsed through her as she contracted around the jelly dildo that Erin continued to thrust deep into her cunt. 

"Oh! Oh! God! Aaaaaghh!" she groaned into the covers, thrusting her ass backward to take the fake cock deeper. Erin held her hips as she slowed the pace of her thrusts. David could see the sheen of sweat that covered her body from her exertions.

Danielle continued to suck David's cum-covered cock, slurping the tangy fluid and swallowing as she sucked him clean. She allowed his shrinking shaft to slip from her lips and grasping it in her hand, she continued to lick it clean until all traces of his ejaculate was removed. She sat back on her haunches and licked her lips, looking up at him with a self-satisfied smile on her lips. 

"Yumm!" she said, "I needed that," she said with a smile on her face.

David couldn't help but laugh. 

"YOU needed that?" he asked sarcastically. "I DEFINITELY needed that!"

She smiled at him. "Then I'm glad I could be of ... uh ... service." 

Hearing a wet plop, they both turned to see Erin withdraw the long dildo from Tia's ravaged lips. The rubbery shaft glistened with Tia's juices.

Tia let out a groan as she suddenly felt completely open. She collapsed on the bed, and David could see the smile on her lips as well. 

Erin sat back on her own haunches. Her nipples were hard, David saw, and the fake penis thrust outward obscenely from between her legs.

"That's not fair," David pretended to whine. "That thing never goes soft. How's a guy supposed to compete?"

Erin laughed. 

"That's why we like it," Danielle chimed in. "We never worry about Mr. Willy getting tired."

"Mr. Willy?" David asked incredulously. "You have a name for your strap-on dildo? 

"Well ... uh ... duh!" Danielle responded. "Doesn't everyone?"

David laughed, and despite her exhausted state, they heard a chuckle from Tia as well.

"I'm glad to see you're still alive," David said with a smile on his face. 

"Just barely," Tia responded. "I think Erin was trying to kill me by orgasm. I must have cum at least four times."

"Hmm," David replied. "I guess I've got some catching up to do."

"Me too," Danielle said.

"Me three," Erin said, and they all laughed.

David fixed a fresh round of drinks for everyone, and they collapsed together on the bed to recover from their love-making.

He stretched out across the foot of the bed, still totally naked, as the three women reclined against the headboard.

Tia was sandwiched between the two co-eds, and Danielle had her head on her shoulder.

The girls talked about their plans for the next day, which included tours of some of the historic plantations and an airboat ride through the Louisiana swamp.

As they talked, David saw Danielle begin stroking his wife's breast nonchalantly. While it started innocently enough, he could see it was starting to have an effect on Tia, who was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. 

On the other side, Erin, having removed the strap-on, had her legs parted and was lightly stroking herself as she watched Danielle seduce Tia. 

Knowing that he would need longer to recover, David decided to sit this one out. He slipped off the bed and onto the bedroom couch, giving the girls more room to play. 

Danielle leaned over and kissed Tia deeply. This time, the older woman wasn't hesitant at all. She knew what she wanted and was determined to get it.

Their tongues intertwined as Erin rolled over and straddled Tia's thigh. She began thrusting her bush against Tia's toned leg, riding it, pressing her pussy harder and harder against her flesh. Tia could feel her leg dampen from the woman's moisture.

Danielle encouraged Tia to recline fully and then swung her leg across her body so that she could sit directly on Tia's face. 

Tia knew what the girl wanted. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and parted the delicate lips that hung above her face. 

Danielle grasped the headboard so that she could control her movements better. She slid her gash back and forth along Tia's tongue. For the most part, she kept her weight off of Tia's face accept when Tia inserted her tongue into Danielle's hungry hole. 

Then, Danielle would drop down so that Danielle's tongue could penetrate more deeply.

Tia licked and probed, relishing the taste of the young woman, and also, what she realized must be her husband's recently deposited cum, which gravity was allowing to leak from Danielle's upright body.

Releasing the headboard with one hand, Danielle squeezed her breast roughly, pinching the nipple as she fucked herself on Tia's tongue.

She felt Erin's hands on her ass, and she leaned forward slightly to open herself up more. 

"Slide down the bed more," Erin instructed Tia, and she obeyed, forcing Danielle to knee-walk backward to keep her pussy in contact with Tia's tongue. 

By moving down the bed, Danielle could now lean completely forward, resting her weight on her elbows. In that position, her ass elevated and legs spread wide, her supple butt cheeks naturally parted, and she knew what was coming.

Erin's hot breath caressed her rear passage, and Danielle shivered with anticipation, waiting for the warm wet touch of Erin's tongue on her most intimate flesh. 

Then she felt it.

Erin's tongue seemed like it was on fire as it danced across her delicate, tight little anus. 

Tia continued to tongue lash her slit, but now Danielle was getting the dual stimulation of having her asshole rimmed. For Danielle, nothing felt better than having Erin tongue her ass. 

From the couch, David watched as Erin, on her hands and knees, buried her face in Danielle's ass, and his cock started hardening, despite the fact that he had already cum three times today.

He could see Erin's plump pussy between her slightly spread legs, and for the first time he stopped to appreciate the exquisite tattoo that snaked up her left leg, over her stunning ass, across her beautiful back and over both shoulders. He knew that each of the two heads of the mythical chimera was prepared to devour their own personal breast.

David knew that Erin was into women, not men, but he couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like to be with such a strong, dominant woman. The thought of dominating her was an incredible turn-on, but he had to admit that he might enjoy being dominated by her too.

As he watched the action on the bed, he saw Danielle rotate her hips in small circles, aiding with the fluctuating stimulation she was receiving from her two lovers. 

"That's it, baby! Lick my tight asshole. Let me feel you slide your tongue inside me while she licks my pussy. Oh, God! Ugh! Deeper. Do it! Ugh. Yes! I'm going to cum!"

Tia felt a flood of liquid cascade over her lips as Danielle convulsed above her. The young woman bucked wildly as she continued to be stimulated both fore and aft. She at once was trying both to get away from the overstimulation and get closer to it to heighten the pleasure.

The convulsions finally ceased and Danielle rolled off Tia and collapsed beside her on the bed, gasping for breath. Turning her head to gaze at her new friend, she could see her juices coating her face, and she leaned over to kiss her deeply, tasting her own sexuality on the other woman's lips.

"Holy shit!" Danielle exclaimed, still trying to catch her breath. "That was unbelievable. I couldn't tell if I was coming or going."

"Oh, you were definitely cuming," Erin answered, and they all laughed. 

Danielle headed to the bathroom to pee, leaving Erin and Tia on the bed alone.

Erin kissed her, also tasting Danielle's juices on Tia's lips.

"I want to see David fuck you," she whispered as her tongue tickled her ear lobe. "I want you on your knees so he can take you like a bitch in heat, just like I did."

Tia shivered. This woman knew exactly how to push her buttons. 

In response, Tia slowly rolled over and rose up on her knees in submission to Erin's request. She spread her legs and buried her face in the pillow, not knowing exactly what was coming but having a pretty good idea she would enjoy it.

"David," Erin called. "Your hot wife needs to be fucked by a real dick, and it looks like you're up for the task."

David arose from the couch, his hard cock extending out from his body like a divining rod in search of pussy.

He crawled up on the bed, moving toward his wife, when Erin slid over to him. She tentatively reached out, pausing for a second before she grasped his shaft, a little bit wary as if it might bite her.

She leaned down, and for a moment, David was shocked to think she might take him in her mouth, but instead, she allowed a string of spittle to slip from her lips onto the head of his penis. With her hand, she spread the lubricant around and then nodded toward his wife's upturned flanks.

David grasped his tool and guided into Tia's hairless slit. He moved the head up and down, spreading Erin's lubrication around while at the same time picking up some of Tia's. 

He dipped the head of his cock into her waiting hole, and slid it all the way into her in a single slow thrust that brought a muffled groan from her lips. "There's nothing like the real thing," Tia thought, comparing the heat of David's throbbing cock to the lifeless rubber that had just a while ago been buried deep inside her.

He began thrusting into her, slowly and deeply, not in any rush, just simply enjoying his favorite feeling in the world -- that of being inside his beautiful wife.

Erin was on her knees beside them, watching David fuck her. Her eyes shown with kind of a wild light as she stared transfixed at the sight before her. 

Reaching over, she ran her hands over David's buttocks, caressing them. She allowed her finger to trail down the crack of his ass.

She slid her hand underneath so that she could grasp his balls, tugging slightly as he penetrated Tia more forcefully. 

He groaned in disappointment when she withdrew her hand momentarily, but it was only so that she could suck on her index finger, coating it with saliva to make it wet. 

Immediately, her finger slid between the cheeks of his ass, and he groaned as her finger came into contact with his asshole. She spread the wetness around, and pushed gently to insinuate her finger into his rectum.

David tensed briefly and then willed himself to relax because he had to admit, what she was doing felt amazing. 

Realizing that David was OK with what she was doing, Erin withdrew her finger so that she could lean over the bed and reach into the bag she had brought with her. She fished around until she found the bottle she was looking for.

Popping the top, she held it inverted at the top of David's crack and squeezed until a stream of Astroglide began to run down between the cheeks of his ass. 

The lubricant was cold, but it quickly warmed up, as David felt Erin run her fingers through the slippery substances, coating his crack, and of course, his tight little hole.

Her finger pressed against his opening again, but this time she simply held her hand in place, allowing his backward thrusts to impale himself on her finger a little more each time.

They both turned when they heard the bathroom door open and saw Danielle there with a look of pure lust on her face.

She had taken in what was happening on the bed -- Tia getting fucked from behind, moaning into the pillow ... Erin finger-fucking David while he fucked his wife ... Erin's free hand circling her clit, pleasuring herself -- and she had to join the action. 

She crawled on the bed, and rolled over on her back so that she could crawl under Tia, who realized what the girl wanted, and raised up so that she could position herself in a 69 with Tia on top. 

Tia buried her face between Danielle's legs at the same moment she felt Danielle's tongue lap across her clit. The stimulation was almost too much. There Tia was with a cock in her pussy while Danielle flicked her clit at the same time her own tongue was buried in Danielle's sweet little pie. 

David couldn't believe what was happening. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined he would be fucking one woman while she was engaged in a 69 with another woman while at the same time having a third woman fuck his ass with her finger.

OK. That was a lie. He had imagined that. He just never really thought it would ever happen.

From Danielle's vantage point, she could see almost everything. She watched as David's thick cock thrust into Tia's red, well-used cunt. His balls were slapping against her with each hard thrust. She could also see Erin's finger buried in his ass. 

She watched as Erin withdrew her index finger, coated her hand with more lube and proceeded to slip two fingers into David's ass. His groan was both one of trepidation and excitement. 

Danielle abandoned Tia's slit for a moment so that she could flick her tongue across his low-hanging balls. At the same time, Erin had managed to insert her two fingers past the knuckle and was proceeding to massage his prostate, which made David's world light up like a Christmas tree.

As he pushed back to take her fingers more deeply, his cock accidentally slipped out of Tia and slapped down on Danielle's chin. Without missing a beat, she engulfed it in her mouth, sucking Tia's juice from his turgid shaft before guiding it back into Tia's gash.

Tia really didn't know what was going on behind her. All she knew was David was fucking the ever-living daylights out her, and it felt so good and she was so close to cuming that she could barely concentrate on the sexy pussy thrusting against her face.

The stimulation on his prostate and the feel of Danielle's mouth around his balls was too much for David. 

His orgasm exploded from his body, and Erin felt his tight ass convulse around her fingers like a death grip. Danielle felt his balls retract from her mouth as they prepared to unload their contents into Tia.

"Oh fuck!" was all he managed before the first spurt leapt from his cockhead, sending what little sperm he had left into his eager wife.

His hips slammed into her ass as he attempted to drive his cock through her, and that was all it took to push her over the edge too. She gripped the pillow with such fierceness that it seemed like she would tear it apart. 

Her vagina contracted around David's sensitive cock, and he could feel the blood coursing through both his cock and his finger-pummeled asshole, still stretched wide by Erin's fingers.

Drained, he collapsed on his wife's back, gasping for breath and holding her tightly. Erin allowed him to expel her fingers slowing from his backside, and as his shriveling dick slipped from Tia's ravaged hole, he felt Danielle's warm, inviting mouth swallow him.

As she gently sucked him clean, a trickle of semen slipped from Tia's pussy onto her chest giving her a pearl necklace. 

Finally, he rolled off Tia's back and collapsed beside her. Danielle extricated herself from beneath Tia, who collapsed onto her stomach, her legs parted slightly.

Danielle and Erin crawled up beside them on the king-size bed and collapsed next to them.

It didn't take long before all four were sound asleep.

Sunlight filled the room, bathing it in a warm orange glow and highlighting the three women and man sleeping on the king-size bed.

It was early when David awoke, as he usually did. No matter how late he stayed up or how tired he was, he still couldn't sleep much past 7 a.m.

He found himself spooning a beautiful woman who was not his wife. From the dramatic chimera tattoo that covered her back, he knew instantly that it was Erin.

He was a little embarrassed to realize that his morning woody was wedged between the lesbian's tight buttocks. He was afraid she would awaken and feel his hard penis pressed against her and be angry.

Gently, trying not to awaken her, he slid away from her. He needed to take a leak, but he had to extricate himself from the slew of bodies on the bed. As he worked his way to the end of the bed, he was surprised to hear Erin's voice.

"Where are you going? That felt so nice."

David was a little stunned. "I, uh, need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," he stammered.

"Good," she said simply.

He wasn't sure what to make of that, but he headed into large bathroom and plopped down on the john to relieve himself. He took a moment to think about all that had transpired last night, and he still really couldn't believe it. It was way over the top.

For a moment, he started to overanalyze it, but in the end, he decided that overthinking it wasn't going to do any good, and besides, the simple fact of the matter was that "It Ruled!"

He brushed his teeth to get rid of the morning breath and took a moment to use a warm washrag to clean his private parts. They were still sticky from the night's festivities.

He strode out of the bathroom, still naked, and saw Erin sit up. 

"My turn," she said and he watched her fantastic body as she walked unabashedly to the john. 




Who Dat Girl? Ch. 03



He knew he was staring and that he shouldn't, but she was just so damn striking he couldn't help himself. 

Erin felt his eyes on her body, and took a secret pleasure in it. Just before entering the bathroom, she stopped and stretched luxuriously, raising her arms to the ceiling, which had the effect of thrusting her large breasts outward, and he couldn't help but notice that her nipples were hard.

A groan of satisfaction escaped her lips at the feel of her muscles waking up. She continued into the bathroom, and David lay back down on the bed, a little bit confused about what was a pretty obvious flirt.

As he lay in bed thinking, Erin emerged from bathroom and crawled back into bed beside him. She rolled on her side facing away from him.

"Hold me like you were when we woke up," she said quietly.

He hesitated a second, but then complied, pressing his body against hers and wrapping his left arm around her, being careful not to let it land on her breast, but not really sure what to do with it.

He was really confused about what was happening. There was no question that he was attracted to her, just as he had been attracted to Danielle, but Erin was into women, wasn't she?

His groin was pressed against her bottom, and despite his best efforts, there was nothing that could prevent his cock from hardening against her. He was mortified and thought that perhaps he should put some space between them, but before he could, she spoke.

"It seems like your friend is happy this morning."

There was no anger in her voice, so he relaxed, but tried not move, which just would have exacerbated the problem.

"I'm sorry," he said lightly. "He seems to have a mind of his own."

She chuckled. 

"Men are so easily led when the little head does the thinking," she sang.

"Huh?" 

"You've never heard John Hiatt's song "Little Head"?

"I guess not," he said. "I'll have to check it out on iTunes."

Erin wiggled her butt against his hard cock, pushing it deeper between her cheeks.

"Ahh, God that feels good. I'd almost forgotten how amazing a hard cock feels."

Her comment seemed to open the door, so he asked, "So, you've been with men before?"

She laughed, but it wasn't a pleasant sound.

"If you could call them men," she said bitterly.

He remained silent, leaving the door open if she wanted to continue.

"Before I met Danielle, I was involved in an abusive relationship with one of my professors," she said. "He was not only emotionally abusive, but also physically abusive. It took all of my strength to break away from him, and that's when I met Danielle. She's wise beyond her years, and she helped me come to terms with my experiences and made me get into counseling. I can't tell you how many nights she simply held me as I cried. Over the course of time, we fell in love."

David held her tighter. "It's hard to imagine anyone abusing you," he said quietly. "You seem so strong and self-assured."

She snuggled closer to him. "I wasn't always this way. Danielle has given me my confidence back, and my therapist literally saved my life. There were times when I seriously just wanted to kill myself."

David felt his eyes moisten. The thought of anyone hurting this woman, or any woman for that matter, ripped him apart. He held her even tighter, as if protecting her from any harm.

"I know we've only just met," he said hesitantly, "but the idea of someone doing that to you heartbreaking. I'm so sorry."

She didn't say anything, but he felt her relax in his arms, as if telling him had lifted a burden from her shoulders.

"You know, not all men are like that asshole? Frankly, someone should chop off his cock and shove it up his ass."

The vehemence in his voice surprised him, and Erin actually laughed.

"I can't tell you how many times I've thought of doing just that," she said. "I've cut him into so many pieces in my mind that there wouldn't be enough to bury.

"But, you know, I'm over him. I've even forgiven him, at least in my mind. Even though, I've forgiven him, though, I still have a very hard time trusting men."

"I can understand that," David said. "It's going to take time and having "good men" in your life showing you that we aren't all worthless scum."

"Like you?" she asked, and he wasn't sure if she was joking or serious.

"I'd like to think so," he replied, deciding to take the question seriously. "I'm a flawed human being, and a flawed man. I've certainly done things I'm ashamed of, and I've done things that I know hurt Tia, but I want to do the right thing, and I keep striving to be a good man."

"I think you are," she said quietly. "I know we just met, but I find myself believing you when you say that, believing that you won't hurt me, believing that I can trust you."

"You can," he said simply.

They were quiet for a time, and David realized that he was no longer hard, despite the fact that his cock was pressed firmly into this gorgeous woman's buttocks. For some reason, he was proud of himself for that fact. 

"David?" she said, almost a whisper.

"Yes?"

"Would you make love to me?"

He didn't say anything for a moment, not sure how to respond given the intimate conversation they had just had.

"I haven't been with a man since ... him ... and I want to try again ... try with someone I trust ... someone ... who will be gentle ... and understanding ... you."

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I'd be lying if I said that I didn't desperately want to make love to you, but are you sure?"

She hesitated only a moment. "Yes, I'm sure, but can we do it like this, slow and gentle?"

She pushed her buttocks into his groin, and he felt his penis begin to awaken. She felt it too.

He kissed her neck, and traced one of the necks of the tattoo down her back. His hand sought out her breast, and he caressed it gently as he thrust lightly against her backside. 

She circled her hips, pressing herself against him. Reaching her arm back over her body, she pulled his head toward her, feeling his tongue trailed along the nape of her neck and sending shivers down her spine. Her breasts thrust out, and he traced his finger around the areola but avoided the engorged nipple.

She parted her legs and slipped her hand between them, trailing her fingers along her slit, opening herself up. The coolness she felt told her that she was already moist. 

With three fingers, she began massaging her clit, pushing her pelvis against her hand and then back against his cock, which was now fully erect.

He reached down and guided his rod between her legs, sliding it between her thighs and against her slippery opening.

"Oh, God," she breathed, rocking her hips back and forth, sliding her slit along the top of his cock, which jutted from between her legs as if she had a penis of her own.

She reached down to stroke the head of "her" cock, coating it with her natural lubrication. She guided the head toward her hole and circled it around her opening. She let it slip in a fraction before continuing to rub it against her pussy. In a little, out, around, back in a little more.

David groaned in frustration as she used him. 

Finally, she placed his head at the opening and held still, communicating silently that she was ready.

David pushed lightly with his hips, and his cockhead breached her. He marveled that there was probably no greater feeling for a man than the first time he entered a woman.

He felt her tense, and he paused. 

He remained still, kissing her neck and holding her safely.

She relaxed. With small, gentle thrusts, she started to take him deeper a little more with each backward movement. Millimeter by millimeter, his penis entered her, and the deeper he got, the more she started to respond.

Finally, he was all the way inside her, and she felt his long cock up in her belly.

"Stay still for a moment," she requested.

Opening her legs even more, she reached down, and began to caress herself. Her fingers worked furiously on her clit. She pulled away and then pushed back against him, fucking herself while she masturbated. 

He held her hips, aiding her movements, but allowing her to be in complete control. Honestly, he didn't have to do anything. Watching how she was pleasuring herself and using his cock was incredibly erotic. He was afraid he would cum too quickly, and he wanted to make sure she reached her release.

As if thinking the same thing, Erin began thrusting hard against him as her orgasm built. Her fingers were a blur against the little bud at the top of her slit, and she convulsed periodically, thrusting back against him hard, driving his penis deep inside her.

"Oh ... I'm going to cum," she said. "Do it, I want you to cum in me. Do it now!"

David didn't hold back any longer. He began meeting her backward thrusts with forward thrusts of his own, ramming his swollen prick into her drooling hole. He reached around and grasped her breast. This time, he wasn't gentle. He pressed it firmly against her chest while circling his palms. Then, he tweaked her nipple, tugging at it, making it even longer.

His right hand slipped into her short spiky hair and grasped it, tugging firmly but not too hard, so that her head bent back as he drove his cock into her.

"Yes! Yes! That's it Yes! I'm cummmming!"

At the same moment, he rammed into her one more time and unleashed a torrent of sperm into her body. With each spasm, he thrust again into her, and that sparked her own convulsion. Finally, he buried his dick deep in her as her contracting muscles milked him dry. 

They lay like that for a long time. He kissed her back lightly, holding her tightly against him.

After a while, he asked, "Are you alright?"

She chuckled, and the chuckle turned into a laugh. "Yes," she said emphatically. "I'm great. I'm better than great. God how I've missed having a hard cock in me," and she started laughing again. 

"Thank God," Danielle said, and they both turned quickly to see that Danielle and Tia were watching them, and obviously had been for quite awhile. 

"It's about time you got laid," Danielle said teasingly. "It looks like you enjoyed yourself."

"Oh, yes!" Erin said. "How long have you been watching, you sneaky little bitch?" but there was no animosity in her voice.

"Pretty much the whole time," Tia answered. "That was awesome! It was such a turn-on watching you make love to her, David."

He looked into his wife's eyes to be sure she was being sincere, and she was. She mouthed the words, "I love you," and he returned the gesture. 

"Oh shit!" Danielle said suddenly.

"What?" Tia asked, unsure what had caused the sudden change in demeanor.

"What time is it?"

"Almost 8," David answered.

"Oh shit!" Erin and Danielle said at the same time.

"We're supposed to be at the tour guide's by 9:30 for our airboat tour. We've got to go!"

"Uh, OK," David said. "Or, you could just stay here in bed with us and skip the dumb airboat tour."

Erin and Danielle exchanged glances, debated all of the options without uttering a word. 

"As tempting as that is, we're really set on experiencing Louisiana," Erin said, and we're driving to Baton Rouge tonight to see my brother."

Erin saw Tia's dejected look.

"You mean we won't see you again?" she asked sadly.

"We'll be back Sunday," Erin said. "Can we hook up then?" she asked hopefully. 

"Sure," David said. "That would be great!"

Tia still looked a little disappointed because she wanted to spend more time with their new friends. 

"OK," she pouted. "If you'd really rather go visit some stinky mosquito-infested swamp instead of staying her and eating my pussy, then go right ahead."

They could tell she was joking.

"Don't worry," Danielle said, suddenly looping her arms under Tia's legs and hoisting them up so that she was lying on her back with her legs in the air, held apart by Danielle's arms. 

"They'll be plenty of time for this," she said and buried her face between Tia's legs and flicked her tongue across her slit and into her pussy, which was wet from watching her husband fuck Erin.

Tia groaned at the feeling, but Danielle stopped as abruptly as she started. 

"But we've got to run now, so you'll just have to wait," she smiled and bounced off the bed to round up her clothes.

Tia groaned in frustration. "Oh, you'll little bitch. I'm going to beat your butt when you get back."

"You know," Erin said in mock seriousness, "it's not really punishment when she likes it."

Danielle flashed Tia a coy smile and dashed into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, the two co-eds were gone, and David and Tia found themselves alone. 

They were silent, both lost in thought over all that had happened in the last 18 hours. 

Finally, Tia spoke.

"Baby?" 

"Yes," David responded. 

"I want you to fuck me like you fucked Erin."

David smiled. After all, he was too well raised to refuse.

To be continued... 



Who Dat Girl? Ch. 04



Editor's Note: "Who Dat Girl?" is the story about our recent trip to New Orleans. In the first three parts, husband and wife — David and Tia — get frisky on the plane to New Orleans and attract the attention of two hot co-eds. The four decide to check out the French Quarter together, and after an evening of getting to know each other, they all head back to the hotel to get to know each other even better. When the two girls go off to explore New Orleans and see a brother, David and Tia head back to the Quarter looking for more fun.

Who Dat Girl? - Part 4

David gently entered Tia from behind. She was already wet, having recently watched David take Erin the same way and then receiving a quick tongue-lashing from Erin's partner, Danielle, before the two dashed off for a scheduled tour of the Louisiana swamps.

Erin loved to be taken this way. On her side with her knees drawn up, her husband molded his body to hers. His long hard cock extended between her legs and filled the void within her body. She marveled at the intricate design of male and female and how they fit perfectly together, like puzzle pieces, completing each other.

David's thrusts were slow and deliberate, which is just how she wanted it right now. It gave her a chance to relive the wild activity of the night before in which she had her first lesbian experience and watched as her husband had intercourse with two women that they had only met that day.

Their sex life was good, but this was a whole new level.

Just the thought of watching him make passionate love to Erin drove Tia to the edge, and David sensed she was close to cuming. He increased the pace of his thrusts, loving the feel of his wife's buttocks slapping against his groin.

Tia let out a groan and slipped her hand between her legs to circle her clit. She parted her knees to gain greater access to her sex.

David's hands were mauling her breasts, just the way she liked. He used them like handles to pull himself deeper into her.

She arched her back and thrust her ass against him as the orgasm took her. She convulsed and her body jerked back and forth as she cried out.

David had never been able to contain himself when Tia started to cum. The mere thought of her reaching orgasm was enough to send him over the edge too, and his semen leapt from his body, filling her cavity with white milky liquid that coated his softening cock as he continued to ease in and out of her.

"Ohhhh!" she sighed. "That was perfect."

He wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in his strong embrace as his penis began to shrivel until it slipped from her gaping hole. A rivulet of sperm leaked from her orifice and onto her leg.

They lay that way for a while, dozing in and out of sleep, completely relaxed and sated.

"You know what the most erotic part of our time with Erin and Danielle was?" Tia asked. David jolted awake from his mini-nap, somehow managing to pick up on Tia's question, even though he was half-asleep.

"No, what?" he replied.

"Listening to you comfort and reassure Erin," she said. "She is such a damaged young woman. She has only known abusive men, and to hear you reassure her that there are good men out there ... men she can trust ... men who care about her ... that was such a turn on. Your compassion for another person, someone who is hurting so much, is one of the many reasons I love you so much."

David was both surprised and deeply touched by his wife's words. He had simply reacted to Erin's story of abuse the way he thought any human being should act, but he had to admit that there were all too many people who cared only about themselves and had little or no ability to empathize or sympathize with others.

"It's weird," he said. "She's so strong, but so vulnerable at the same time. I can't really explain it, but I somehow felt the need to apologize for all of the assholes in her life and let her know that she is loved for who she is and not as an object."

"And that's exactly why I love you," Tia said, rolling over to face him.

She took his face into her hands. "You are a good man. You're a wonderful husband, and a loving, caring person. I don't know how I got so lucky to have you for my husband."

David's eyes moistened. Tia was not one prone to romanticism. She certainly told him she loved him, but the depth of the emotion and the sincerity of her words went beyond the level of intimacy she normally exhibited.

He kissed her lips gently. "Thank you," he said quietly, almost a whisper. She could see that her words had touched him deeply, and the emotion she could see on his face almost became awkward.

"Oh, and did I mention that you have a big dick!" she said, immediately lightening the serious moment and causing him to laugh.

"OK, the truth comes out," he said playfully. "I knew that was the real reason you loved me."

"Hey, what can I say?" she responded. "Anyone who tells you that size doesn't matter is either lying or just being polite."

He laughed again and kissed her.

"I don't know about you, but I'm starving," he said.

"Oh my God, I could eat a horse," she replied. "Last night was a lot of work."

"Why don't we get ready and head over to Brennan's for lunch?"

"Good idea," she said. "I've been wanting to see if it was as great at everyone says. Let me get in the shower first. It takes me longer to get ready."

"Tell me about it," he joked.

"Asshole," she said teasingly, climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

"Bitch," he replied in kind, ogling her tight ass as she walked away.

Both had smiles on their faces.

***

David and Tia departed the hotel and headed for Canal Street.

Almost immediately, a fast-talking guy clearly selling something accosted them. He peppered them with questions, and while David was wary, he had to admit the guy was pretty slick. He offered them a choice of a couple of New Orleans ball caps, and only after the couple accepted them did he ask for a donation for a charity providing food for the homeless.

Despite realizing they had been "had," the guy had authentic credentials for the charity he was supporting, and his shtick was pretty good. David gave him his last $20. He figured it actually worked out pretty well since they got a couple of ball caps out of the deal, and the homeless of Louisiana could certainly use the help.

The couple laughed about the encounter as they crossed Canal Street, feeling pretty good that they hadn't pulled their usual routine of simply ignoring the street person. They had to admit the guy was funny and very good at making them feel like they had made a real contribution to helping New Orleans' homeless.

No sooner had they made it on to Bourbon Street, though, when an old man approached offering Tia a string of beads.

For those who haven't been to New Orleans or experienced Mardi Gras, it's customary for inexpensive bead necklaces to be passed out along the parade route during Mardi Gras, but the beads can be had throughout the year in the French Quarter.

The man didn't seem too mentally stable, and he kept exhorting Tia to NOT show her breasts for beads, which in recent years had become a common method of acquiring beads during the bacchanal.

Tia gladly accepted the beads, and the couple attempted to move on, and the kind old man did the same, but all of the sudden he was back in front of them saying he needed $5 for the beads.

Having just given his last $20 to the food guy, David couldn't have given him any money if he'd wanted to, but he certainly didn't want to now that the "kind old man" suddenly turned aggressive.

Tia handed the beads back to him and thanked him as they tried to extricate themselves from the contact.

"Why won't you give me money?" the man asked in an accusatory tone. "I know you have it. Why do you hate black people so much?"

David and Tia were stunned. They started to explain that they didn't hate black people but quickly realized that the guy wasn't playing with a full deck.

"I'm sorry," David said, stepping between Tia and the man, "but we can't help you."

They turned and walked away, putting distance between them and the crazy man.

They continued toward Brennan's and with every step, Tia became more and more angry as she dissected the encounter.

"Goddamn it! I hate it when people play the 'race card' like that," she fumed. The both remarked how they had been in the Quarter several times and had never been approached by "street people," and now it had happened twice in the space of a few blocks.

They finally arrived at Brennan's and ordered brunch.

Neither was that impressed.

Maybe it was the hype about eating at Brennan's or maybe it was the homeless black man, but the meal just wasn't that enjoyable.

Both were in need of a Hand Grenade, and the LSU game was about to start, so they headed for Tropical Isle to adjust their attitudes and watch the game.

David had to admit that he still didn't get Tia's sudden fascination with LSU and the Saints, and especially her never-before-expressed desire to watch football, but ever since he had begun work in Louisiana, she had become a fanatic.

The No.-1 ranked Tigers were on a roll, and next to the anticipated championship, this week's game against No. 2-ranked Alabama was already being hyped as the game of the year.

Grabbing a couple of seats near a big-screen TV, the couple ordered the first of many drinks and settled in to root for the home team, even if home was 60 miles up I-10 in Baton Rouge.

The game turned into a mighty defensive struggle and lived up to its hype with LSU eking out a victory on the road in Alabama with an overtime field goal after Alabama missed its shot moments before.

Tia was ecstatic that her Tigers had won, and her mood was greatly improved after a rough start on Bourbon Street. They strolled past bars and more bars and were drawn to the Famous Door by hard-rocking sound pouring through the doors.

It was early afternoon and they parked themselves on a couple of stools at one of the club's two bars so they could listen to the band.

David ordered a couple of Abita beers, a local brew, and Tia switched to rum and diet Coke.

The band was totally hot, and the lead singer even hotter. With a voice reminiscent of Janis Joplin and a body reminiscent of Fergie, she had everyone in the place dancing and singing along to classic rock standards.

Tia, normally more reserved in public, at least until she got a few Hand Grenades in her, was off her stool and dancing along with the crowd. David watched as his wife let loose as the band did a true-to-the-original version of "Piece of My Heart" followed immediately by "Sweet Home Alabama," meant as a slight dig at the Tide fans in the audience. Tia went crazy as they played her favorite song of all time. David couldn't help but smile.

Panting from the exertion of her dancing, she returned to David's side to take a sip of her drink just a the group on the stage broke into "Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay," which just happened to be Tia's second favorite song.

She slow danced next to David, rubbing herself against him suggestively. Leaning close, she whispered in his ear.

"You know that lead singer up there?"

"Uh huh," he replied.

"I'd totally do her."

David burst out laughing. Until last night, his beautiful wife had never been with another woman, and now she was openly scoping out potential conquests.

"I'd pay good money to see that," he said with a smile.

"You'd like to watch me fuck her, wouldn't you," Tia teased.

"I only get to watch?" he asked in a mock tone of disappointment.

"Oh, I might let you join in after I've had my way with her," Tia said thoughtfully.

"Gee, that's generous of you," he responded.

"Although, when I get done with her, she might be too tired to play with you," she added.

They were so wrapped up in their playful banter that they didn't realize the band had taken a break, and the object of Tia's affection was now making the rounds with a tip bucket in her hands.

The woman's red hair flowed from beneath her straw cowboy hat. She laughed and joked with fans as they generously rewarded the band's performance with healthy tips. David could see that she was about Tia's height, and her tight blue jeans and t-shirt accented her curvy figure.

As she approached David and Tia, David handed his wife a couple of $20 bills to donate to the cause. On the way to the bar, he'd stopped at one of the many ATMs in the Quarter to replenish his cash. Tia sauntered over and dropped the twenties into the bucket. The singer was stunned.

"Thank you so much!" she said in what could have been a Texas twang.

"You're welcome," Tia responded. "You guys are great. I haven't had this much fun listening to music and dancing in a long time. And I've got to tell you, you're totally hot!" Tia said, blushing slightly at her forwardness.

"Oh, thank you!" the singer said, giving Tia a hug. "I think you're totally hot too," she whispered into Tia ear.

The warm breath across her ear sent shivers down Tia's back, and the two lingered in the hug perhaps a moment more than might be considered appropriate, their breasts pressing together. Both could feel the heat of the other's body.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Tia."

"I love that name. I'm Bonnie. Hey, listen, I've got to finish scouring the bar for tips, but we're going to be on break for 45 minutes. Would you like to grab a drink?"

"Uh, sure!" Tia said, not sure if David was invited too or if he would mind her disappearing for a while."

"Great, I've got a dressing room in back. I kind of like to get away from the crowd for awhile because if I hang out I here, I won't get to relax any before we have to go back on."

"That sounds fantastic."

"Give me about 10 minutes and then meet me in my dressing room. Just go through that door right there, and my room is the last one on the right."

"Deal," Tia said with a smile. "Now go rake in the tips."

Tia watched her ass as she continued to roam the room in search of cash. "It may take a little work to get those jeans off," she thought with a smile. "I might need some paint remover because they look like they are painted on."

She turned back to David with a big shit-eating grin on her face.

"Honey, you're going to have to amuse yourself for a little while. Bonnie and I are going to have a drink in her dressing room."

"You little tramp," he said laughing. "You seduced her in less than 2 minutes."

"Why honey," she said in her best Scarlett O'Hara imitation, "whatever do you mean. Us girls are just going to have a quiet little drink together. I assure you that nothing untoward is going to happen. After all, I have my reputation to uphold."

"Frankly, Scarlet," he replied (doing a pretty poor Rhett Butler), "you're full of shit."

They both laughed, and she gave him a quick kiss. "I'm going to stop by the bathroom before I head on back. Order yourself another beer, and I'll be back I a little while."

David swatted her on the butt as she walked away, and she turned her head to stick her tongue out at him.

He felt a slight twinge of jealously that he wasn't being included in the fun, but he let it pass. This weekend had already far exceeded his craziest dreams, and he wasn't about to begrudge his wife's little walk on the wild side.

He ordered another beer and began his favorite pastime — picking out the girl in the crowd he'd like to have sex with. He knew that wasn't likely to happen, but it was still a fun game.

***

Tia knocked gently and opened door after hearing a muffled "Come in."

Bonnie was in the process of tugging a tight T-shirt up over her voluptuous breasts as Tia entered.

"Hi, darlin', come on in. What woudja like to drink?" Bonnie asked. Tia noted her accent had become more pronounced.

"We've got beer, and we've got, well, beer," she said.

"Hmmm, I think I'll have a beer ... no wait ... I think I'll have a beer instead," Tia joked.

Bonnie laughed. "Good choice."

The singer popped the tops off a couple of longnecks and strolled over to Tia.

Handing Tia the bottle, she clinked hers to Tia's in a toast. "Here's to new friends and new experiences."

Tia was acutely aware of how close Bonnie was standing ... topless.

Surprising herself, Tia took the initiative.

"I know you don't have a lot of time ..." she said, pausing a second before reaching up to brush a strand of long red hair away from Bonnie's face.

"Not much, but enough," Bonnie said, leaning in to kiss Tia gently on the lips.

Tia brazenly lifted her hand to cup Bonnie's breast as she extended their kiss. Her tongue darted into the other woman's mouth as she squeezed and pinched her nipple. It hardened quickly.

Bonnie groaned into her mouth and used her own hands to grasp Tia's ass and pull her closer. She lifted Tia's short skirt and ran her hands over the woman's naked backside.

She slipped a finger under the narrow string of Tia's panties, and pulled it from between her firm butt cheeks. She then traced her finger down Tia's crack, past her tight asshole and underneath to her moistening slit.

Now it was Tia's turn to moan.

Tia bent down to take her left nipple into her mouth, sucking lightly and flicking her tongue across the hard bud.

Bonnie pulled her head in closer, mashing it against her breast and urging her nipple deeper into Tia's mouth.

Tia's hands fumbled with the buttons on Bonnie's tight jeans, but she managed to get the top one undone, and the rest sprang apart as if they wanted nothing more than to allow her access to Bonnie's sweet pussy.

She slipped her hand into Bonnie's panties, and her fingers found her soaking wet. She ran a finger down Bonnie's slit, coating it with natural lubrication before moving back up to circle her hardening clit.

Bonnie thrust against her hand, humping it, secretly hoping Tia would bury a finger or two into her hungry hole.

"Take your panties off," Tia said breathlessly.

"You too," Bonnie said, stepping back so she could peal off the jeans and her panties.

Tia tugged her short dress over her head and unfastened her front-clasping bra, unveiling her beautiful breasts to Bonnie, who stared transfixed even as she stripped.

Tia hooked her fingers into her thong and made a show of sliding the strings over her hips and down her thighs until the flimsy material fell to the floor in a puddle at her feet.

"Yumm," Bonnie said. "Shaved." Tia blushed.

Bonnie, on the other hand, had a neatly trimmed red patch of hair just above her slit.

The two women came back together, now fully nude, and kissed passionately, their hands roaming freely over the other's body.

Bonnie led Tia over to a divan, gently pushing Tia into a reclining position.

"I'm sorry we don't have more time for foreplay," Bonnie said as she reversed herself and climbed on top of Tia in a 69 position, "but right now, I need to taste this sweet pussy, and I want your tongue inside me."

Tia couldn't argue with her as her new lover straddled her face and lowered her cunt to Tia's mouth as she began lightly kissing Tia's stomach.

Tia drew her legs up and spread them, opening herself up for Bonnie, and the singer wasted no time plunging her face between Tia's legs.

The two began licking, sucking and tonguing each other in earnest. Tia grasped Bonnie's ass, pulling her closer so that she could slide her tongue deep into Bonnie's snatch.

Bonnie leaned down further so that she could tongue that sensitive space between Tia's asshole and her vagina. Bonnie's large breasts felt incredibly erotic as her nipples rubbed across Tia's stomach.

With her fingers, Tia pried Bonnie's cheeks apart, and she lightly tapped her index finger against Bonnie's back door, eliciting a groan from the woman on top.




Who Dat Girl? Ch. 04



Given the time constraints, both women had one goal and one goal only, and that was to make the other cum as quickly as possible.

Tongues flashed and bodies writhed as their passion built. Tia, who had never been in a 69 with another woman, found it mildly distracting as she tried desperately to give Bonnie release while at the same time striving for her own.

Bonnie was thrusting her slit against Tia's face, fucking her while flicking her own tongue across Tia's clit. Bonnie's fingers circled Tia's opening, occasionally sliding just inside and then back out.

Tia was already close when Bonnie inserted one finger in her pussy while a second finger pressed against her virgin ass. Tia had always been intrigued by the thought of anal sex, but she had never had the nerve to broach the subject with David. What Bonnie was doing, though, felt amazing. Gently the other woman slowly insinuated her middle finger into Tia's tight ass, allowing it to relax and open and draw the finger deeper into her nether hole.

Before Tia knew it, Bonnie's finger was knuckle-deep in her backside as her index finger plunged in and out of her pussy and her tongue danced across her clit.

All of that stimulation was too much for her bear, and Tia started bucking as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

She launched her hips off the divan and toward Bonnie's tongue. She buried her own face in the pussy above her, and her moans created a vibration that pushed Bonnie over the edge. Both women convulsed in unison as the orgasms rippled through each of them.

Bonnie cried out loudly, pressing her crotch down firmly over Tia's mouth and nose, making the woman on the bottom wonder if she would be able to breath.

As Bonnie's orgasm subsided, though, she lifted her hips, giving Tia an opportunity to gulp in air and catch her breath from her own climax.

Bonnie rested her cheek on Tia's bald pussy, breathing heavily as she tried to recover.

"Oh God! That was awesome," Bonnie said, as she lifted her leg over Tia's face so that she could stand, albeit on wobbly legs.

Bonnie knelt down beside Tia and stared into her eyes for a moment.

"I wish we had longer to play," she said, and then kissed Tia gently on the lips. Tia could taste her own juices, and she was sure Bonnie could say the same.

"Me too," Tia responded, "but I know you've got to go."

As if to punctuate that, they both jumped at the heavy knock on the door.

"Five minutes, Bonnie," her drummer called through the door.

"OK," she yelled. "I'll be out in a minute. Why don't you have Johnny open with some Eagles, and I'll join in for the chorus."

"Will do," the reply came, and they could hear him trudge off down the hall.

"Damn," Bonnie said, "I really don't want to go, but ..."

"Hey, I understand," Tia said. "Go get ready. It's OK. The truth of the matter is I've always wanted to be the girl who fucked the lead singer, I just never expected it to be a woman."

The smile on her face told Bonnie that she was totally joking.

Playing along, she responded, "Yeah, there's nothing like doing a groupie between sets. After all, it's the reason most of us became musicians."

Tia laughed and Bonnie joined in.

They both began putting their clothes on. Bonnie was humming a tune and then quietly began singing to warm up her voice.

With her clothes back on, Tia approached Bonnie and slipped her arms around her waist.

"That was delicious," she said, kissing her lips gently.

"Yes it was!" Bonnie said.

"I'm going to let you finish getting ready. See ya outside."

Bonnie watched her go, and just as Tia opened the door, she called out, "Oh, darlin', just wanted to say thanks for 'cuming.' "

Tia laughed. "I couldn't help it, but it was definitely my pleasure."

***

Tia found David perched on the same stool where she left him.

She slipped up beside him, leaned in and flicked her tongue across his ear, her warm breath raising goosebumps all over his body.

"Hi, lover," she said in a breathy whisper. "Miss me?"

"I'm not talking to you," he said in a mock pout. "You went off and had sex with a beautiful woman and didn't invite me. Do you know that not a single woman hit on me the entire time I was gone."

"Poor baby," she crooned. "That's what you get for being so old," she teased. David was only 34, but Tia was in her late 20s, and routinely ribbed him about being over the hill.

"Bitch!" he replied, slightly wounded that she didn't feel more guilty about excluding him from her little tryst and for making fun of him.

Tia heard the tiny note of hurt in his voice, and decided she'd teased him enough.

"How about I find a way to make it up to you? For letting me go off and have a little fun on my own, I promise to make you forget you weren't there. How does that sound?"

Actually, it sounded pretty good to David.

"Deal," he said, pulling his wife between his legs. Now kiss me to seal the bargain."

Tia did just that, sensuously slipping her tongue between his lips and making sure her pelvis pushed against his groin. She felt him harden as she rubbed against him.

"Yumm," he said after their lips parted. "She tastes good on you."

Tia blushed bright red, realizing that he was talking about Bonnie juices that had covered her mouth.

Before she could respond, though, she heard Bonnie's voice as she retook the stage after the band's opening number.

"I'd like to dedicate this next song to my new friend Tia," she said, looking over at the couple.

"This isn't our normal music to play, but it just seems appropriate right now, so here we go."

"This was never the way I planned, not my intention.

I got so brave, drink in hand, lost my discretion

It's not what I'm used to, just wanna try you on.

I'm curious for you, caught my attention."

"Oh my God!" Tia exclaimed, recognizing almost immediately the song Bonnie chose to sing — Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl," one of Tia's favorite songs.

"I kissed a girl and I liked it,

the taste of her cherry chapstick.

I kissed a girl just to try it,

I hope my boyfriend don't mind it."

If Tia had been red before, she was positively scarlet now as Bonnie was looking her way and wagging her finger at her.

The crowd let out a loud whoop and started applauding in Tia's direction.

"It felt so wrong, (no it didn't, Bonnie ad libbed)

it felt so right. (Oh, yes it did!)

Don't mean I'm in love tonight.

I kissed a girl and I liked it (I liked it)."

Part of Tia was mortified, but she quickly realized this was New Orleans, and not only New Orleans, but the French Quarter. No one was judging her here. If anything, they were cheering her on.

"No, I don't even know your name, (it's Tia!) it doesn't matter.

You're my experimental game, just human nature.

It's not what good girls do, not how they should behave.

My head gets so confused, hard to obey.

Bonnie pointed her finger at Tia and indicated she should join her on stage. Tia shook her head "no," but Bonnie persisted as she sang.

"I kissed a girl and I liked it,

the taste of her cherry chapstick.

I kissed a girl just to try it,

I hope my boyfriend don't mind it."

"It felt so wrong

it felt so right.

Don't mean I'm in love tonight.

I kissed a girl and I liked it (I liked it)."

The crowd screamed even louder this time, and everyone was motioning Tia to join Bonnie on the stage.

Finally deciding "What the hell?" Tia looked at David, who made a "go ahead" motion, and she began making her way toward the band. The crowd cheered her on. As she climbed the steps, Bonnie came over and escorted her to the center of the stage where they began dancing as Bonnie continued to sing, this time while looking directly into Tia's eyes as they danced.

"Us girls we are so magical,

Soft skin, red lips, so kissable.

Hard to resist, so touchable.

Too good to deny it.

Ain't no big deal, it's innocent."

The crowd roared with each line, and Bonnie broke into the final chorus, one hand holding the mic, and the other grasping Tia's.

"I kissed a girl and I liked it,

the taste of her cherry chapstick.

I kissed a girl just to try it,

I hope my boyfriend don't mind it."

"It felt so wrong

it felt so right.

Don't mean I'm in love tonight.

I kissed a girl and I liked it (I liked it)."

As the final note sounded, Bonnie pulled Tia close and kissed her deeply in front of everyone.

The crowd exploded.

The two women separated, and Tia fought for breath. She looked out over the throng of people and smiled. They applauded, and as she turned her gaze toward David, he was clapping too.

She was about to leave the stage, when she stopped abruptly. She turned back toward Bonnie, who was conveying the next song to her keyboardist.

Tia took a step toward her, grasped her by one arm and turned her around so they faced. This time, it was Tia who kissed her forcefully and Bonnie who was left breathless.

Even the band members were cheering now.

Tia grinned and whispered "Thanks, that was awesome," to Bonnie.

"Next time, let's invite your husband," Bonnie replied with a smile of her own.

"Oh, I think that can be arranged," Tia responded.

Tia left her with a smile, as she made her way down the steps and across the dance floor. The crowd parted for her, cheering her every step. A few patted her on the shoulder in a congratulatory manner and one or two managed to pat her on the butt before she made it back to David.

They were inches apart. She wasn't sure how he really felt about what had just happened, but the smile on his face quickly dissipated any concern, and she wedged herself between his legs and kissed him deeply. The crowd, still watching her, gave one final cheer of approval before turning their attention back to the stage as Bonnie launched into Aerosmith's "Walk This Way."

***

The couple left the Famous Door and headed down Bourbon Street toward the River. The sun had already set, and brightly colored neon signs lit the street. If Bourbon Street had an otherworldly quality during the day, it was positively surreal at night.

As hard as it might be to believe, it got even more bizarre at night.

Both were feeling a little buzzed and really didn't want anything else to drink for a while. Instead, they played one of their favorite games in which they tried to identify someone of the opposite sex that the other would be attracted to.

Tia went first. In New Orleans, the game was almost too easy.

As they walked down the street, a topless woman with beads draped around her neck passed them. Her large breasts were nicely shaped and she seemed to not have a care in the world as she talked with her companions.

"Her," Tia said.

"Well, duh!" David exclaimed. "Her tits were perfect. That was too easy."

"OK, your turn," Tia responded with a smirk.

As they continued on, they happened upon some street performers who were break dancing on a mat they had laid down on the street.

Most of the young dancers were black, but there was a token white guy.

The leader of the group was a little shorter than average, but he was definitely built. He'd removed his shirt to perform his routines and the guy was ripped.

David suspected that Tia secretly had a thing for black guys. Her best friend only seemed to date black guys, and to David, Tia seemed just a little too interested in the details of her friend's relationships.

He cast a sideways glance at Tia and saw her eyes transfixed on the muscular young black man.

"Him," he said nonchalantly.

"No way!" Tia objected, but he could tell her voice lacked conviction.

"Why not?" he asked.

"I'm not in to black guys," she protested. "That's Lisa."

"Uh huh," David replied, not believing a word of it.

"Although, I have to admit, he is pretty hot," Tia confided. "I mean ... yeah ... he looks good ... I mean ... he's attractive and has a good body, but ... I don't ... well, actually ... he is ... shit! Alright, you asshole! OK, I'd 'do' him."

David burst out laughing as his wife shot him a "fuck you" glance.

"Sometimes, I think I know you better than you know yourself," he said.

"You don't know shit from Shinola," she responded. "Just because I think he's hot doesn't mean you know everything."

"Yes, dear," he conceded sarcastically.

She shoved him and said, "You'd better watch it, mister, or I may decide to renege on my promise earlier."

"Yes ma'am! I'm sorry ma'am! It won't happen again, ma'am," he responded quickly (only half joking).

"OK, OK, that's enough. Jeez, you're such a horn dog."

"It's your fault," he said. "If you weren't so fucking hot, I wouldn't have this problem."

"WHATever!" she said, but secretly, she was pleased by his compliment.

Holding hands, they continued walking down the street and they were getting away from the bars and more into the shops and residential area of the quarter. There were few people around, and the streets were getting darker away from the gaudy bar lights.

They actually enjoyed the quiet, which stood in stark contrast to the loud voices and music emanating from the Bourbon Street bars.

The fringes of Bourbon Street can actually be a little spooky. There's little light or traffic, and the old architecture calls to mind the stories of Anne Rice's famous vampire LeStat.

As they approached one of the many narrow alleys, Tia suddenly tugged David into the dark recesses of the alley and backed him against the brick wall.

He could feel the warm stone against his back as she leaned in and kissed him deeply. Her body was molded to his, and he could feel her breast pressed against his chest.

"I love you with all my heart," she whispered, looking up into his eyes.

"And you know that I love you with all my heart too," he replied.

"Yes," she said simply, kissing him again, but this time lightly.

"I promised you that I would reward you for giving me time alone with Bonnie," she said.

"Uh huh?" he said, not sure where this was going, but he had his answer pretty quickly.

Tia slipped her right hand down to the front of David's pants and cupped the bulge in his pants in her warm hand. He groaned.

She rubbed her palm up and down the outside of his trousers as she kissed his lips and his neck.

Although the alley was not lit, the full moon that hung over the Quarter cast a pale blue light over the couple.

Tia bent lower, kissing David's chest through his shirt, traveling down his stomach. She lifted the hem of his shirt up so that she could kiss this flat stomach and tongue his belly button, which always sent a tingle throughout his body.

She squat down in front of him, her face at crotch level, and began undoing his pants.

"What? ... what are you doing?" he asked nervously, although it seemed pretty clear.

"Shut up," she said as she unzipped him.

Parting the flaps of his pants, she began showering kisses on his penis through his underwear. He was already hard, and she grasped his balls and squeezed them gently through the cotton fabric.

That elicited a groan from him, and he didn't notice that it attracted the attention of another couple that just happened to be passing the alley at just the right moment. They paused at the sound, and could make out the scene in the moonlight. Not wanting to just stop and stare, they moved slowly past the alley, trying to prolong their voyeurism.

Unaware they were being observed, Tia slipped her fingers into the waistband of David's boxer briefs and tugged them down, revealing his swollen glans.

She stopped so that only the first couple of inches of his turgid rod were showing, and she ran her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, causing it to twitch and harden further.

A clear drop of seminal fluid formed on the tip of his penis, and Tia flicked her tongue across the tip to lap it up and savor the slightly salty flavor.

She raised up enough so that she could take the head of his cock in her mouth, and he couldn't help but thrust with his hips to urge himself deeper into her oral cavity.

She tugged at his pants and pulled them down to his thighs so that his cock and balls were revealed. He could feel the rough brick against his ass.

Tia began running her hand up and down his shaft as she held the head of his cock in her mouth. Her tongue was circling his frenum, that ultrasensitive area on the underside of his cock, just below the head.

Tia knew from experience that she could make David cum with no other stimulation other than her tongue flicking across that erogenous zone.

With her other hand, she grasped his balls and held them firmly, tugging slightly.

She removed her mouth from his shaft and suckled one of those balls, being gentle she didn't hurt him.

She gave the other ball the same treatment before returning the head to her mouth and plunging down on it like Kim Kardashian in the locker room of a Net's game.

David grasped her head in his hands as she bobbed up and down on his rod. He urged his hips forward and backward, fucking her face gently.

He heard a quiet sound from his left, and without halting his thrusting he turned slightly to discover its source.

That's when he saw a couple standing beside a car in the street staring intently at them. The guy was wearing a backward baseball cap and had his right arm slung around her neck as she snuggled in close to him. It appeared to David that she was actually rubbing her crotch against the guy's leg. What was obvious, though, was that the guy was openly squeezing and stroking her camisole-covered breast as they watched Tia go to town on David's cock.

David couldn't help but give them a smile, and they smiled in return. The girl leaned in and David saw her tongue snake out and circle the guy's ear.

Keeping his eyes on them, David placed his hand in Tia's hair, grasping it firmly and forcing his rod deeper in her mouth. She relaxed her throat and allowed the head to penetrate even deeper, suppressing the natural reaction to gag. She held him there a few seconds before backing off and gasping for breath. Again she inhaled him, this time feeling his pubic hairs tickle her nose.

She allowed his spit-covered shaft to slip from her mouth, and in the bright moonlight, the couple watching could see the string of spittle that trailed from her lips to the head of David's cock.

She looked up into her husband's eyes and smiled lasciviously, her tongue tripping across the tiny opening at the top of the mushroom head.

Catching her eye, David nodded in the direction of the couple watching them. She was momentarily startled, but she could see that they were clearly enjoying the show, so much so that the guy actually had freed one of the woman's breasts from the camisole and was plucking at her nipple while she rubbed his cock through his shorts.

Tia suddenly realized that she wanted to be watched. It turned her on to think that this young couple was getting off watching her suck cock. She became even more determined to not only get David off, but to put on a show while she did it.

She engulfed this cock again and swallowed it. This time, he was so deep down her throat that her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She gagged slightly and backed off so that she could stimulate the sensitive areas of his penis.

Her hand was now moving up and down his shaft rapidly, and she synchronized the rhythm of her mouth and hand.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the girl had her hand down the front of her man's shorts and was stroking him while he fondled her breasts. She was panting slightly, obviously very turned on at what she was seeing.

David was getting close.

"That's it, baby!" he whispered. "God, it's so fucking hot watching you suck my cock. Oh, keep doing that, and I'm going to fill your mouth with my cum. They're going to see you take my load in your mouth and swallow it."




Who Dat Girl? Ch. 04



"Umm," Tia replied, allowing his cock to momentarily slip from her mouth so she could respond. "Do it baby! I want you to cum in mouth while they watch. Fuck my mouth, baby. Let me taste every drop."

She put her mouth back on him, and he held her head in both hands as he did as she requested — he fucked her mouth.

Her left hand grasped his balls, and he felt her run a finger down past his balls and press against his asshole. She circled her finger against his tight back door, and that drove him to fuck her face harder.

She withdrew her finger and made a show of sucking on it to coat it with saliva before she returned it to his back hole. Now lubricated, she was able to gently insinuate the tip into his anus.

That was the final straw. With both hands tugging her hair, he lodged himself deep in her mouth as his ejaculation began. Tia worked hard to swallow the copious amount of semen, but it leaked from the corners of her mouth. The falling droplets glistened in the moonlight as they fell like rain to the ground.

David heard a groan from their audience, and he could see the guy convulse and realized that he was cuming in his pants from the hand job his girlfriend was giving him. She continued to stroke his shaft through his pants until his orgasm stopped, and then withdrew her cum-slick hand.

Staring directly at Tia, who was now watching too, she smiled and slowly and deliberately sucked each finger into her mouth, cleaning the sticky residue from each digit. With the last finger, she let it slip from her mouth with an audible pop, and Tia watched as she ran her tongue around her full lips to get any lingering droplets.

The girl gave Tia a nod of camaraderie, tugged her camisole back over her bare breast and tugged on her boyfriend's arm. He was still kind of shell-shocked about what he had just seen. He tossed David a little mini-salute as his girlfriend led him back toward the action of Bourbon Street.

Tia, still crouching, looked up at David, who stared back at his wife with adoration in his eyes. Tia took her own finger, and wiped the cum dripping down her chin back into her mouth and licked her own lips in satisfaction.

Rising to her feet, she pulled his pants up for him, raised the zipper and then buttoned them. She rose up on her toes and kissed him on the lips.

"There, are we even now?" she asked.

He took her head in his hands and kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth where moments ago his ejaculating cock had been. He could taste himself on her, but he didn't mind. He was totally, completely, terribly in love with this woman, and he wanted her to know it.

"I'll take that as a 'yes,'" she said when the kiss was complete. "Now, let's go dancing."

To be continued



Who Dat Girl?



It's clandestine design allowed Danielle to carry it with her, even through airport security, without concern that its true purpose would be discovered.

She hiked up her short sheath dress and slipped her thong off, letting it fall to the floor. There wasn't much room, of course, but she reclined against the sink and put her cowboy-boot encased foot up on the toilet seat, spreading her thighs enough to gain access to her wet pussy.

She flicked the switch on her secret weapon, and its high-pitched buzz competed with the lower hum of the jet engines. She placed the rapidly buzzing device against her clit, and groaned immediately at the wave of pleasure that rolled over her. 

She moved the bullet-shaped head in circles around her sensitive nub, sliding up and down her slit to lubricate it. With her left hand, she squeezed her breast through her dress, treating it roughly the way she liked.

Reaching behind her and under her thigh, she then used her fingers to pull her labia back, opening herself up even more and allowing the cool breeze to wash over her hot sex and provide even more stimulation.

She knew she didn't have much time, but fortunately, Danielle never had any trouble cuming. The little vibrator, now coated in her juices slipped up inside her for a few thrusts before returning to home base. She held it there and bit her lip as she felt the orgasm building. She was thrusting gently with her hips, fantasizing that it was the man's hands and mouth giving her pleasure instead of her little toy. 

She imagined taking the back of his head in her hands and pulling him tighter into her crotch, rubbing her gash against his tongue in a desperate effort to flood his face with her juices.

Suddenly, the wave of her orgasm over took her, and she convulsed, banging her head against the low-hanging cabin but too far gone to care. She kept the buzzing vibrator in place on her clit as convulsion after convulsion rocked her body.

Exhausted, she switched off her little buddy and smoothed her dress back into place. Her breath was returning to normal. Realizing that she'd been in the bathroom longer than normal, she quickly reassembled the amazing vibrating fan, checked her look in the mirror, decided she didn't look too disheveled, and opened the door to find a nice little old lady waiting patiently for her to finish.

"Sorry it took so long," Danielle said, embarrassed and hoping that her activity hadn't been heard through the thin bathroom door.

She worked her way back to her seat.

As she passed David, she leaned down and whispered, "Lucky girl. Can I be next?" and quickly moved on before David even had a chance to respond.

He watched her rejoin her seatmate, climbing over her and resuming her seat. David could see she was animatedly telling her friend about something, and he had a pretty good idea what it was. David felt a strange sense of pride for some reason. Not only had he gotten his wife off, but he had also excited two extremely hot women as well, and both had clearly flirted with him.

***

As Danielle started to climb over Erin to get back in her seat, she froze with her leg in midair.

"Oh shit!" she said under her breath, as she finished maneuvering back into her seat.

"What?" Erin asked.

Danielle began telling her what she had seen.

"Cool!" Erin said, "But why the 'Oh shit?' "

"Well ..." Danielle started, "that couple turned me on so much that I had to relieve myself when I got to the bathroom."

"Isn't that what bathrooms are for?" Erin asked teasingly, knowing full well what Danielle meant.

Her friend gave her a little shove.

"You know what I mean. I used Double-OH!-7 that you gave me for Christmas. God I love that thing."

"Mmm, I know," Erin replied, "but I still don't get the 'Oh Shit!' "

"The 'Oh Shit!' was because I managed to leave my panties on the floor of the bathroom."

"Oh shit!" Erin said.

Right about that time, the little old lady who had followed Danielle into the bathroom passed the two girls, shaking her head and giving Danielle a disapproving look.

Both girls managed to hold back until she was past before they burst into laughter.

"Oh well," Erin said philosophically, "panties are always optional. You're probably not going to need them on this trip anyway." And they both laughed again.

***

The flight attendants finally reached their row, and David ordered a couple of Cuba libres. Tia was waking up from her orgasm-induced catnap, and was thankful for the drink the attendant handed her.

She leaned over and kissed David on the cheek. "Thanks!" she said, "I needed that."

"The drink or the ... other ... thing?" he inquired.

"Both," she replied with a laugh. 

"Well, you might be shocked to find out that we had a little bit of an audience."

The color drained from Tia's face.

"What? Who?" looking around at the nearby passengers to see if any of them were staring at her, but none of them was.

"The two women about 10 or 12 rows up on the right. See the tall woman with short spiky black hair?" 

"How could they have seen us?" she asked, still not thinking too clearly.

He told her all about it, including the comments that both women had made on their way back up the aisle.

"God! I'm so embarrassed," Tia said, but David could tell she really wasn't. He could tell that she was turned on by the thought of the two women watching her cum.

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves and see if they want to join us for dinner ... or something," she said. 

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.

They had fantasized about having sex with another couple, but it had always been just talk. Neither ever thought they would actually have the nerve to do it.

"Hey, it's fun to at least imagine, isn't it?" she said teasingly.

David paused, his eyes gazing off into the distance as he visualized what it might be like.

"Which one are you doing?" Tia asked.

"What?" he said, startled out of his reverie.

"Which one are you doing ... in your head right now? I know you're doing one of them. Tell me which one."

He laughed. He was definitely busted. 

"Well, if you must know, they were both doing me."

"Hey! What about me?" Tia pouted, adding a touch of pretend jealousy to her voice.

"Oh, don't worry, you were there too," he assured her. 

"Doing what?" she pressed.

"Doing tattoo girl," he responded, watching closely to see her reaction.

"Mmmm," she replied. "Which one has the tattoo?" 

"The tall one. Her tattoo is unbelievable, but she'd have to be completely naked to see the whole thing."

"Wow!" Tia replied, "Now I'm really curious."

They continued talking and fantasizing about what it might be like to hook up with the two women. Tia had never been with a woman, but she had always been curious about trying it.

The captain came on the PA to announce their impending arrival, and before they knew it, they were at the gate at Louis Armstrong International Airport. As soon as the seatbelt sign went off, they were up and gathering their belongings from the overhead bin.

Like cattle, they followed the herd off the plane, down the concourse and to the baggage claim area. David kept an eye out for the two women, but he lost sight of them.

As they waited by the carousel for their bags, they heard a voice behind them say, "I promise, this is going to be your best birthday, ever."

David and Tia turned to see the two women directly behind them.

"Whose birthday?" Tia asked.

"Mine." the smaller girl said. "I just turned 21, and Erin thought we should celebrate my legal ability to drink in the city known for drinking," she laughed.

"Well, happy birthday," Tia said. "Have either of you been to N'Orleans before?" She pronounced it like the locals.

"No," Erin replied. "We're really looking forward to spending time in the French Quarter."

"So are we," David said. "We're staying only a block away from Bourbon Street."

"We are too," she responded. "What hotel are you at?" Erin inquired.

"We're staying at the Renaissance on Common Street. "

"No way!" Erin replied, "So are we," she said, ignoring the quick look that Danielle gave her. "Are you renting a car?"

"No, we're just going to grab a cab. We don't plan on going anywhere but the French Quarter this weekend, so we won't need a car. What about you?"

"We're going to take a cab too," Erin said.

"Why don't we share one," Tia suggested. "No sense taking two if we're going to the same place."

"You don't mind?" Erin asked.

"Not at all," David said.

About that time, the buzzer sounded signaling the conveyor was about to start up. Being an elite passenger, David and Tia's bags came off first.

"We'll go get in line for a cab. Join us when you get your bags," David said. 

"Great!" Erin replied, watching as the couple headed for the door.

"What are you up too? Erin," Danielle asked. "We aren't staying at the Renaissance."

"We are now," Erin said. "I like them, and I think we should hang out with them for awhile. Now, get on your phone and pray that we can get last-minute reservations at the Renaissance on Common Street. I've got a feeling this is going to be an epic weekend."

To be continued...