4 comments/ 147337 views/ 13 favorites Carla By: Lucien_Al Being 18 is a tough age. I was living at home with my parents and although I had had a few girlfriends my knowledge of sex was limited to a few groping sessions at the movies with equally inexperienced girls. My hormones were going wild and I spent almost every waking hour trying to get a look up every girl's skirt and looking longingly at the underwear adverts in my mother's magazines. My parents were very conscious of the "family" thing, which meant that we had very little choice but to go with when they went out to visit friends, even though most of them had kids much younger than my sister or I. One of my parents group of friends were an Italian couple, Mario and Carla, who I would estimate were in their early thirties (ancient to me then). Mario had a very successful construction company and lived in a huge house in the very up market area of town. The house had a lot of rooms and almost everything was centered on entertaining. Every 2 to 3 months they would host a party with about 30 people invited. The party would start around lunchtime with everyone sitting down to a meal that just kept coming and would end up in Mario's huge bar with everyone drinking around the fire. At 18 the other guests kids were just too young and most of the adults were not interested in talking to a gangly 18 years old. That Easter everything changed. We arrived at the party around noon and quickly settled into the dining room and took our places. Carla prided herself on arranging the seating at her parties to make sure that ones companions were well suited. My parents were seated down the other end of the table and I noticed that according to the names tags I had Carla on the one side of me and one of my mom's friends on the other. While I looked up and down the table, watching people filtering in I felt a warm pair of hands slip under my shirt onto my shoulders, "Hey, how is my favorite man today?" Carla said. I felt her breasts leaning against my back, " I will join you just as soon as everyone has arrived. As she walked away I adjusted my fast growing hard-on to make it a little less obvious. By the time Carla sat down next to me the party was in full swing and I had already had my first glass of wine (without my parents seeing). As Carla sat down I glanced over and saw that she was wearing the sexiest mini skirt and a white tank top, with her white bra clearly visible. As the meal progressed Carla kept putting her hand on my leg every time she talked to me, the woman on the other side of the table kept leaning forward and at just the right angle I could see the tops of her breasts in a sexy white lacy bra, the darkness of her nipples just peeping out. I figured that while everyone was busy eating, drinking and chatting no one would notice me slipping away to the toilet to take care of my obvious hard-on. I headed up stairs and decided to take a chance and go into Carla's bathroom. I closed the door quietly behind me and made for the laundry basket, I lifted off the lid and on top was exactly what I was looking for, a pair of Carla's used panties, they were red with a lace and satin panel in the front and a thin thong up the back. During my past visits to their house I had found that Carla's hamper was normally the source of some nice fresh panties. I lifted them to my nose and breathed in her wonderful womanly scent, these were fresh! I quickly unbuckled my jeans and sat down on the toilet, there was no need for lubrication as the pre-cum was oozing freely from my un-circumcised cock, a damp spot had already appeared on my underpants. I spread the slippery juice around my head while I sniffed at Carla's panties. The smell of her pussy and the rubbing of my fingers had my cock throbbing. I opened my eyes to adjust the position of the panties as the bathroom door opened, it all happened too fast for me to do anything; I looked across the room into the beautiful face of Carla. "Sorry Carla" I stammered. "Shhhhhh" she whispered, "I have known about your love of my panties for a while, I left that pair, hoping you would find them. I have noticed that every time you visit my panties have been moved." Carla slowly lifted her skirt to reveal the sexiest white panties I had ever seen. She hooked her thumbs into the thin straps on the side and slipped them down her legs, as her skirt fell back down I caught a glimpse of her smooth shaven pussy. As she stepped out of her panties she said "here take this pair, I've been so wet thinking of you sniffing my panties these will be even better. Stand up we don't have long." As I stood up Carla sat down on the toilet and pulled her skirt up to let me get a good look at her very moist, clean-shaven pussy. Her lips were red and swollen and looked so inviting. "Jerk-off for me" she whispered "cum on my pussy." I wrapped the red pair of panties over my dick and brought the white pair to my nose, I could feel the warmth from her pussy and slowly licked at the fragrant juices that coated them. Carla sat far back on the toilet and her fingers danced lightly over her pussy. The awesome sight in front of me and the smell under my nose had me spurting hot ropes of cum over her hand and pussy lips, dribbling down her smooth lips, she quickly massaged my cum all over her hot pussy, even pushing some of it deep inside with her fingers. "We had better get back downstairs, someone will notice we are missing" she said as she took the white panties out of my hands and seductively pulled them back on. "You go on ahead" she said "I will follow in a few minutes." I walked shakily downstairs, my mind racing. I had gone from a feeling of dread at being caught, to a feeling of elation over what had transpired. At this stage I had not even thought where this could lead. When Carla returned she winked at me and sat down. I looked down at her lap and noticed that she had let her skirt ride up to the point where her panties were just visible. My mom's friend on my right was trying her best to hold a conversation with me and I was finding it really tough to keep the conversation going with the type of distractions going on around me. The rest of the evening progressed without incident. In the car on the way home my mom kept asking me about my evening and I made a show of moaning about being bored like I normally did. "Carla asked me if we would mind you staying with her during the summer holidays while Mario is away on business" my mom said "would you be keen?" "I wouldn't mind" I answered, trying my best to sound disinterested, my mind racing. "OK, Ill phone her tomorrow and we can work out the details" my mom answered. The next day my mom mentioned that they would take me over to Carla & Mario's on Saturday afternoon as Mario would be flying out on Saturday morning and she was not happy about staying in the house alone. The week crept by, the hours could not go fast enough until D-day finally arrived, my bags were packed and I was rearing to go. My Mom & Dad dropped me at Carla's house and with a wave left us standing alone in the driveway. Carla put her arm around my shoulders and steered me towards the front door. "Let me show you to your room" Carla said as she walked quickly into the house. As I closed the front door Carla turned and took me into her arms, my suitcase quickly forgotten. Her lips parted and she kissed me deeply, her tongue slipping easily between my lips, I could feel her hips pressing against me, I could smell the beautiful perfume she was wearing, her lips as soft as silk brushing against my neck. "I have been waiting all week to get another look at that beautiful young cock I saw last weekend," she whispered. She took me by the hand and led me up the stairs to the guest suite, as she walked in front of me I couldn't help noticing her white lace thong peeping out from under her short sundress. We walked into the guest room and Carla once again drew me into her arms, her lips meeting mine, her tongue probing deep into my mouth. I let my hands run down my back and settle on her tight ass. It was one thing, groping girls my age but this was entirely another thing, Carla had the face on an angel and a body to match, she must have sensed my trepidation. "Do whatever comes naturally" she whispered into my ear and gently nibbled my ear. I let my hands dip under her dress and ran them up her smooth skin, gently massaging her cute ass. I could feel her hips respond immediately, the cleft of her pussy fitting snugly against my hard cock. We slowly broke our embrace; Carla stood close to me and started to unbutton my shirt, her fingers running over my chest. Her fingers deftly unbuckled my belt and my jeans were soon on the floor around my ankles. She knelt down and hooked her hands into my underpants slipping them off, releasing my hard cock; she parted her lips and took the head of my cock into her warm mouth. My hands ran through her blonde hair gently pulling her head towards me. I could feel her tongue swirling around my head, its rough warmth driving me to heights I had never experienced, as much as I tried I couldn't hold off any longer and came deep into her mouth, she sucked me hard, drinking in every drop. I could barely stand, my legs felt like rubber. Carla stood and kissed me hard on my lips, pushing a mouthful of my cum into my mouth. I had tasted cum before but never from such an erotic source. "I always believe that a man should share," she breathed into my ear. I slowly lifted Carla's dress up exposing her sexy white panties, the same pair from the previous weekend, her nipples pushing hard against her sexy bra. The sight before was my teenage dream come true! I slipped her dress over her head and tossed it quickly to one side, my hands impatiently reaching for the clasp of her bra. My fingers were shaking with anticipation as I tried in vain to release her breasts. "Let me help you" she whispered, as she slipped her bra off and dropped it to the floor. I reached out and cupped her breasts in my hands. I took her hard nipples between my fingers and caressed them gently. "Rub them a bit harder" she whispered. I slipped my hands down her body and let them settle on her hips. I knelt down in front of her, my face inches from her panty-clad pussy, a wet mark had appeared on the front of her panties. I breathed in the unique musky scent of a woman's most personal place. I had smelt this aroma second hand from panties but this was different. I laid her down on the bed and gently pulled her panties down her smooth shapely legs. As I gazed down at her pussy, uncertain about my next move she pulled my head down between her legs until my face was pressed into her hot pussy. I had never gone down on a woman before and although I had tasted pussy from the panties I had enjoyed I had never had this pleasure before. I lapped at her pussy, her juices running down my chin. She pulled my face hard against her wet pussy, her hips bucking and grinding against me. I felt her body shaking as she came to her first orgasm. She released my from her hold and guided me up until we were lying face to face. "I just love teaching young virgins," she said. "Young guys are so receptive and horny at your age." "I didn't know that a woman could taste that good" I said quietly to her. "You mean my pussy?" she asked. "Yes" I answered. "We have plenty of time to explore a whole host of pleasures that our bodies can give," she said quietly. I rolled over onto my back, the erotic experience I was living through kept my hard and proudly pointing upwards. Carla knelt between my spread legs. "I just love the staying power of you younger guys," she said as she gently kissed my wet shiny dome, her hands caressing my balls lovingly. "I need you in me now!" she said with some urgency. Her hand running up my sides and giving my nipples a gentle squeeze until I felt her wetness brush my cock. Her lips met mine and I could taste my cock on her lips again. Her breasts pushed against my chest as I felt a warm, wet feeling slowly peel the skin of my cock back. It is almost impossible to explain the feeling of a hot, juicy pussy slipping over ones erection for the first time. As I slid deeper into her she started to sigh, her hips started to rotate gently, causing my cock to caress the walls of her pussy. "Fuck me hard" she gasped, "I haven't had a hard cock for far too long!" She started to buck her hips, thrusting deep in and out of her pussy. A combination of my first time and the experience made me quickly feel my balls contract and I could feel the familiar feeling of my cock twitching as it got ready to squirt its load, only this time into the best receptacle I could imagine. I gasped as I felt my hot load start to deep into her pussy. Carla must have realized that I was about to cum and pushed herself hard against me. My orgasm was so intense that I thought I was about to pass out from the sheer pleasure. As I lay back savoring the moment I felt Carla's lips gently touch mine, as I parted my lips her tongue slipped through and probed my mouth, a sensual end to my first encounter. Part 2 Carla and I lay on the bed and just gently rubbed each other's bodies. A fine layer of sweat coated us both. I finally knew the meaning of the phrase "post coital bliss"! "Lets go down to the pool," she said as she slowly got up off the bed. I lay back and marveled at her beautiful body. I could see the ropes of cum dripping from her swollen pussy. From my position on the bed I saw her sit down on the toilet. I stood up and walked through to the bathroom. I had always wanted to watch a woman pee. I looked down and saw her golden urine start to seep out of her pussy, her lips fanning it into the bowl. She gently wiped herself and stood up. "Get your trunks on and lets head downstairs to the pool," she said. I rummaged around in my bag until I found my Speedo. I slipped it on and went in search of Carla. As I walked out the room Carla was walking down the passage wearing a white and blue check bikini, the contrast with her smooth skin made her look even more beautiful. We walked hand in hand down to the pool. Carla did not even hesitate and simply dived gracefully in. As her head broke the surface I dived in after her. Their pool had a beautiful view over the sea and as I admired the view she walked over to the bar and poured us an icy glass of champagne. "Enjoy this" she said, "let the bubbles caress your mouth." I sipped the champagne, not my first time but this time it was much, much better. As we floated in the warm water we heard the sound of a car pulling up into the driveway. "Who's that?" she said, "I'm not expecting anyone?" As she got out of the pool she slipped a robe on and headed into the house. I heard excited voices in the house and she soon walked out onto the patio with her arms around a beautiful, very pregnant woman. "Meet my baby sister" she said "what a surprise!" "Hello there" her sister said, "I'm Kiki, pleased to meet you." I looked up from my vantage point in the pool and looked up at a very sexy, heavily pregnant women. Kiki was dressed in black loose fitting pants with an oversize white shirt that covered her swollen stomach. "Hello" I answered, reaching up to shake her hand, instead she leant down and kissed me on the cheek, her feminine perfume tingling in my nose. "Go upstairs and put on a suit and join us, the waters great!" "I think I might just do that," answered Kiki. A few minutes later Kiki walked back down on to the patio wearing a light robe. She walked over to the bar and poured herself a Coke Light before joining us at the pool. "I hope you don't mind but my breasts have grown so much my top won't fit me." Kiki said as she slipped the robe over her shoulders. My eyes were out on stalks as I saw her full, large breasts came into view, she had hard small nipples, her white bikini bottoms were stretched tightly over her pussy, with the lips clearly visible. The sight of all this with her full belly was strangely erotic and I felt myself get hard at the sight. I kept close to the wall so that my now hard cock didn't slip out of the top of my Speedo. "I may as well join you," said Carla as she peeled the top of her bikini off and tossed it onto the lounger, her breasts hard from the cool water. Kiki dipped into the water and swam across to where Carla and I were standing at the edge of the pool. "Carla tells me you are staying here to, um "look after" her while Mario is away?" she said. "Yes" I stammered, I just arrived today, not knowing what else to say. "You might just have both of us to look after" she said, "I'm here for the week." I didn't know what to say and looked over to Carla for some support, she just winked and nodded. I felt a set of hands start to caress my shoulders and turned to see Kiki smiling broadly, her long fingers rubbing over my smooth skin. "Carla and I are very open about most things" she said, "I hope that I'm not too late to join the fun!" I felt Carla's hands slip around my chest and then start a path down to my Speedo; her fingers gently lifted the elastic and slipped down to cup my hard cock. "It seems he is ready for us," said Carla, "Well I'm certainly ready for him!" said Kiki as she slipped her hand around her firm stomach and slipped her hands into her bikini bottom. I saw her hands start to stroke up and down her swollen slit. She slipped her hands out of her bikini and bent over to slip them down her shapely legs. As she threw her bikini bottom over to the side of the pool I could feel Carla slip my Speedo down my legs and out onto the side. I turned around and took Carla into my arms, out mouths met and our tongues were soon exploring. I saw Kiki move around behind Carla and slip her Bikini off. This allowed my hard cock to nestle gently between her pussy lips. As she thrust against me my cock slipped through her pussy until it lay between her ass cheeks. I felt Kiki's fingers start to rub my head. "Put your cock in me" she whispered. I pulled my cock back and guided into her waiting hole. The contrast between the cold water and her hot sheath was awesome. As I gently stroked my cock in and out of her pussy she wrapped her legs around my hips and kissed me deeply. I saw Kiki slowly slip her finger into Carla's splayed arse. This drove Carla wild and I had a tough job holding on to her, as Kiki and I started to match each other's strokes Carla started to cry loudly until her body started to shudder to orgasm. Her body was glued to mine as I thrust myself to my third orgasm of the day. I certainly hoped that it would not be the last! "Lets go upstairs where we can be a little more comfortable." Said Carla. We all walked to the edge and up the stairs out of the pool, my hands were in front of my hard bulge, and I was starting to feel very self-conscious about my aroused profile. My mind racing, this was a development I had not even contemplated! The ladies just walked across the patio and made their way into the house. As I walked up the stairs behind them my eye looked longingly over their hot bodies. "I'll be right with you," said Kiki as she walked into her room. Carla and I walked straight into the main bedroom. Carla turned and drew me towards her, her lips meeting mine, as her tongue slipped deep into my mouth, she slipped her hands onto my Speedo and started to pull it down over my hard cock. "Hey, wait for me said Kiki, "I brought you a little gift that Carla said you would like." I ended my hot kiss and turned to see that Kiki had a sexy little turquoise g-string in her hands, her now naked body with her pregnant bulge a truly erotic sight. "Carla told me you love sexy panties and I thought that you might just like a fresh pair." I took them from her and could not help myself; I felt the wetness in front of them and then brought them to my nose. I cannot describe the sexy aroma that I smelt that day, her panties were even more fragrant that those of her elder sister. A great blend of pussy juice with a very fine hint of urine. "Well" she said, "does it get your stamp of approval?" Carla Îmi cer scuze pentru înlocuirea liniilor de dialog cu semnul egal, însă, probabil dintr-o incompatibilitate software, liniile de dialog, pur și simplu, nu apar în text. * N-am ce face -- așa e în afaceri! Întâlnește-te cu ăla, vezi ce faci cu ăia, fă cunoștință cu un potențial client, chestii... Cert este că-mi apare o „fereastră" de aproape două ore -- să mă întorc la birou, să trec pe acasă?... Oricum îmi fac calculele, nu iese... Știu că, în apropierea locației unde trebuie să mă prezint, există și un parc... Deh și eu, ca pensionarii, mă plimb un pic pe alei, apoi mă așez pe o bancă. Fumez o țigară, privesc peisajul, dar, până la coadă, mă plictisesc... Dau vreo două telefoane, însă... ghinion! Nimeni n-are timp de taclale -- nu este ora potrivită pentru așa ceva. Cum trăim vremuri moderne, intru și eu, ca toți puștanii, pe net și mă apuc să citesc ceva povești de pe Literotica... Simt că se apropie două siluete. Se îndreaptă spre mine, de fapt, spre banca pe care sunt așezat. Fetele, cu bun simț, mă întreabă dacă se pot așeza și ele pe bancă. Nici o problemă, doar că... limba în care mă întreabă este engleza... Scot și ele țigări, brichete, apoi se „sconcsversează" -- banalități... După accent, sunt britanice. Nu trece mult și... una dintre ele, cea așezată cel mai aproape de mine, mă întreabă cât de bine cunosc limba engleză. Le spun și eu că... destul de bine... Dacă tot am început, ne băgăm în vorbă. Nu sunt turiste, ci au venit, pe habar n-am ce program european, să... ne dea lecții. Mă rog, nu la toți, ci unui anumit segment... Mă uit la ele -- niște parașute de nici treizeci de ani, pregătite într-un domeniu pe care, eu, sincer, nu-l stăpânesc... Carla, cea de lângă mine, cu destul de mult tupeu, sau exhuberanță, mă întreabă de ce am acea... privire. Răspunsul meu o cam pune pe gânduri: = Pentru că sunteți frumoase! Sunt, amândouă, surprinse. = Ce aveti, ladies, de vă manifestați așa? Ce s-a întâmplat?!? Se cam face o pauză: = Știi, la noi doar cei care sunt gay vorbesc așa... Este rândul meu să fiu, un pic, descumpănit... Îmi revin: = Știți, pe vremea bunicului meu, când spuneai gay, te gândeai la cineva care este vesel -- nicidecum ce se pricepe astăzi când rostești acest cuvânt!... Se uită, una la alta, apoi îmi confirmă că au citit și ele, pe internet, despre chestia asta... Le explic că sunt însurat, că am și un copil, așa că... varianta gay este... exclusă... Iar se uită, una la cealaltă... Întrebarea vine, contondent: = Și... chiar crezi despre noi că suntem frumoase, sau e doar un gest de politețe? Mă mai uit o dată la ele: = Sunteți tinere, pline de vervă, zău că sunteți frumoase!... Iar se uită una la alta, apoi, izbucnesc în râs: = Hai, gata! Ne-ai cucerit! Vino cu noi! Vino la noi! Șușotesc ceva, apoi Carla, cea de lângă mine, face gestul să-mi spună: = Știi, noi am pus un fel de pariu -- am hotărât ca, indiferent de vârstă, sau de cum arată, să-l agățăm pe primul tip așezat pe o bancă, singur, în parc... = Deci, una peste alta, sunt pe post de victimă a unui pariu... Nu prea sunt încântat de o astfel de situație, însă nici nu am motive să mă lamentez... Că s-a brodit, e clar! S-a brodit! De unde să știe fetele că vor găsi un tip capabil să le vorbească limba?... = Vin cu voi, no problem, dar mergem pe undeva, prin apropiere, la o terasă -- sunteți invitatele mele. Găsim terasa, mese libere, așa că ne așezăm. Lydia, că așa o cheamă pe frumusețea roșcată care o însoțește pe Carla, comandă un fresh de portocale, iar Carla și cu mine, oameni serioși, comandăm câte o bere. În fine, bem, facem conversație, mai comandăm și câte o cafea, apoi ne despărțim. Mai în glumă, mai în serios, Carla-mi propune ca a doua zi, la aceeași oră, să ne revedem în parc, pe aceeași băncuță, dacă se poate... Nici nu confirm, însă nici nu declin invitația -- am, totuși, piticii de pe creier care-mi spun că fetele sunt mult prea tinere pentru unul ca mine, nu sunt nici curve, în sensul că ar fi prostituate, iar eu, pe lângă că am tot felul de treburi, mai am și o soție... Recunosc, însă, în sinea mea, că mă simt bine văzând ce mult pot să aprecieze gagicile diversele informații pe care li le furnizez, referitoare la viața românilor, mai ales la cea referitoare la perioada anterioară anului o mie nouă sute optzeci și nouă... Chiar mă revoltă, pe bune, modul atât de deformat în care li se prezintă tot soiul de aspecte, economice, politice, sociale... Una peste alta, cu subiect și predicat, fac eu ce fac și a doua zi, la aceeași oră, mă îndrept spre aceeași bancă din parc. Surprise! Carla este acolo, butonând la telefon. În clipa când o văd, îmi dau seama că nici măcar nu am făcut schimb de numere de telefon și nici nu le-am dat vreo carte de vizită. Ne știm doar pe numele mic, așa că, practic, suntem doar niște picături într-un mare ocean... Mă apropii de ea, zâmbind, facem ceea ce în engleză se cheamă „shake hands", apoi mă așez lângă ea. O întreb despre Lydia. N-a putut să vină, întrucât a plecat cu un tip de la cursuri, pe care a cam pus ochii, lăsând-o pe Carla să se plictisească de una singură... Deh, se pare că, totuși, decât să se plictisească de una singură, a ales să se plictisească în compania mea... Oi fi fiind eu boșorog față de ea, însă, ca precauție, am avut grijă ca, pe drum, să achiziționez trei prezervative, pe care le-am pus în buzunarul de la piept al sacoului. O invit la aceeași terasă, însă, de data asta, îi propun să și mâncăm ceva -- am ratat, de dimineață, micul dejun, așa că simt nevoia să mănânc ceva... În fine, eu, escalop de porc cu ciuperci, ea... o salată, că... ține la siluetă... Tipii au un cabernet sauvignon de Sâmburești, așa că-i propun Carlei să guste, chiar dacă, din punctul meu de vedere, salata și vinul nu prea au legătură. Nu mă refuză. Mi se confesează că, pe lângă activitatea ei curentă, colaborează și cu o publicație britanică de știri și tot soiul de alte chestii, așa că, din punctul ei de vedere, discuția cu mine poate fi considerată și ca... documentare... O fi vreun tabloid? Habar n-am și nici nu insist să aflu amănunte. Mie-mi place compania tinerei femei -- păr șaten închis, față bine proporționată, buze senzuale, corp bine întreținut, cu toate la locul lor, chiar o plăcere, doar s-o admiri... Provine dintr-o familie destul de numeroasă -- mai are trei frați și două surori, iar ea, fiind cea mai mică, mereu a fost alintată, atât de părinți, cât și de frați... Practic, este singura care nu s-a măritat încă. Este, deja, mătușa mai multor progenituri... Îmi mărturisește și care este „meteahna" ei -- are obiceiul să facă sex cu bărbați aproape necunoscuți -- sex protejat, normal!... Îi povestesc și eu că, înainte de căsătorie, nu am fost... tocmai ușă de biserică, dând, la greu, în dreapta și-n stânga... Nu știu cât de oportun este, însă-i povestesc și eu despre „meteahna" mea de a nu da limbi în pizdele altor femei, decât strict la nevastă -- și nici acolo prea mult!... Răspunsul este de-a dreptul năucitor, râde: = OK! M-ai avertizat! N-o să-ți cer să-mi faci așa ceva!... Din fraza asta, oricât de tâmpit aș putea să fiu, nu pot înțelege decât că... fetei i s-a pus pata pe mine!... Nu știu cât de clar se vede surpriza de pe fața mea, însă Carla are grijă să nu mă lase în dubiu: = Hai să achităm nota și să mergem la mine. Mi-e clar că nu mă invită să merg să-mi ia un interviu!... În taxi, cu naturalețe, își bagă vârful degetelor în buzunarul de la piept al sacoului meu -- scoate doar un colțișor al unuia dintre prezervative. Îl împinge la loc, apoi îmi spune: = Văd că ai fost prevăzător, însă, cu mine, nu vei avea nevoie să folosești așa ceva. Cu toți ceilalți o fac cu prezervativ, însă tu ești om însurat, serios, așa că ne putem simți bine si fără! Nu-mi prea place ce-mi spune, însă încerc o variantă diplomatică: = Bine și... cu graviditatea, cum o rezolvăm? Răspunsul vine subit: = Hai, darling, doar știi prea bine, sunt sigură, câte alternative există!... Practic, sare pe mine, mă sărută, de mă face să mă simt jenat față de șoferul de taxi... Acasă la ea, adică apartament de trei camere, două dormitoare și o sufragerie, mă duce în dormitorul ei, încuie ușa, apoi, la foc automat, se dezbracă... Fata, se pare, nu are stresuri... O imit. Oi fi eu bătrân, însă la așa femeie, tânără, frumoasă, se pare că nu am probleme de erecție. Mă împinge pe pat, apoi mă încalecă... O simt cum, psihologic, se îndepărtează -- este într-o lume a ei... Se zvârcolește de fiecare dată când are orgasm. O las, vreo oră, mirându-mă cât de erect pot să fiu... În sfârșit, o întorc cu planetarele-n sus și... prestez... Mă apropii de finish, așa că o scot, însă femeia, cu ochii mari, îmi spune: = Put it back and finish there! (Bag-o la loc și termină acolo!). Mă conformez. Terminăm împreună. Explozie, trăiri, simțiri, chestii... Se ridică din pat, merge la un sertar, scoate un flacon, apoi se duce undeva, probabil la bucătărie, după apă... Se întoarce în cameră, vădit bucuroasă: = În sfârșit! Ajunsesem să cred că o să țin acest flacon sealed forever!... Îmi povestește, politicos, dar ferm, că n-ar vrea ca să-și facă Lydia apariția, însă că-și dorește ca să ajungem să consumăm acest flacon, împreună, integral. Are o sută de pastile! Ne-au mai rămas nouăzeci și nouă!... Facem schimb de numere de telefon, însă fata-mi promite că nu mă va suna decât în caz de extremă urgență -- respectă instituția căsătoriei!... Mă îmbrac, ne sărutăm și plec. Carla "Yes" I said, "they smell like honey!" "Well then, get here and taste the source, my husband seems to think I'm sick, not pregnant, no-one has been down on me for months!" Kiki lay back on the bed and spread her legs giving me my first view of her hot pussy. Unlike Carla she had a short, light, downy hair growing over her mound, the edges trimmed neatly. I could see that her lips were swollen and her arousal was obvious from the juices that were oozing out between her lips. I knelt between her legs and breathed in the source of the wonderful aroma I had just experienced. I let my tongue slip into the small indentation at the top of her lips and let the back of my tongue run down her crack. I could feel her very hard clit peeping out from between her lips. "Yes" she moaned "eat my pussy like you have been eating my sisters!" I felt warm air over my cock and looked down to see that Carla and slipped down under my raised cock and was getting ready to slip my hard cock between her lips. This got me going and my mouth immediately took Kiki's hard clit and started to gently suck on it, I could feel her start to gyrate her hips, pushing her hot pussy against my mouth, while at the same time my cock was getting sucked by Carla. Carla was caressing my cheeks and I could feel her fingers start to slide down until they rested gently on my bud. Her finger slowly started to slip into my arse. The feeling was not new, my best friend and I had been experimenting with each other for years and we had just recently taken the big step of anal sex. The feeling of Carla's hot mouth on my cock and her finger up my arse was driving me wild and I started to eat Kiki's pussy with wild abandon. Kiki was starting to become very vocal and her wild cries of "eat my pussy" were making it very difficult to stop cumming. As I tried to hold back I felt Kiki's start to clench her thighs until her pussy was driving hard against my face. "Yes" she cried "I'm cumming!" As I felt her juices start to flood from her pussy I could take no more and started to thrust my cock deep into Carla's hot mouth, while her finger probed deep inside me. My balls started to burn as I felt my seed start to flood into her waiting mouth. Carla sucked every last drop from me as I started a clean up on Kiki. Kiki wiggled herself up the bed as I rolled away from Carla and lay their totally spent. "Come her big sister" Kiki said, "your pussy needs some attention. I lay in awe as I saw Carla straddle Kiki's face while Kiki stated to lap away at her very swollen, bald pussy. Kiki slipped her fingers deep into Carla's hot pussy as her lips sucked her clit. Carla had her head thrown back in ecstasy while her fingers rubbed her hard nipples. Her cries were a great turn on for me. My exhausted cock was slowly starting to find some life. I looked down and saw that Kiki's discarded panties were lying next to the bed. I reached down and picked up the damp scrap of satin and lace and brought it to my nose. The scent of her pussy had me quickly hard and I started to slowly rub my cock while my other hand cupped my hard balls. I looked down and saw Kiki's beautiful swollen pussy, her folds glistening with her pussy juice. I couldn't resist, after having eaten her pussy I just had to fuck this beautiful woman. I gently raised her hips and slowly let my cock slid into her. The warmth of her pussy seemed to envelope my head, the second time in one day! Carla was now on her hands and knees and grinding her pussy into Kiki's face, her cries becoming louder and more frantic. I started to piston my cock in and out of her pussy, my hands under her cheeks. I could feel my balls slapping against her tight arse. I could hear that Carla was close now and with one final cry her body started to shudder to orgasm. Carla lifted her pussy slowly from Kiki's mouth and rolled over on to the side of the bed. "Fuck Me," cried Kiki as she started to thrust back. The feeling of her hot pussy enveloping my cock was too much and I soon started to squirt my hot cum deep into her pussy. I could feel her hard, pregnant tummy pressing firmly against me. My cock started to soften quickly until it slowly slip out of her pussy, my white cum oozing out and down between her lips. I rolled over and lay on the other side, I felt as if I had spent the last 2 days in the gym, my whole body was coated with a fine layer of sweat. I opened my eyes as the bed moved, I saw Carla crawl down the bed and slowly start to clean my cum from her sisters red and swollen pussy. I was so tired and drifted off into a deep contented sleep. Carla Ilana checked the card again as she stood by the hotel's bank of elevators. "Room 325. Come dressed casually." She pushed the button for the third floor and rode up silently with some other hotel guests, making a grocery list in her mind. Ilana smoothed her hands over her t-shirt and jeans. Casual. Afterwards, she could go shopping for dinner. Ilana paused in front of room 325 and knocked lightly. The door opened immediately and a petite woman with a pretty smile and bright eyes beamed at her. "Hi!" "Hello," Ilana smiled, coming in as the woman closed the door behind her. She was someone famous. Who, Ilana couldn't place at the moment. "Please, make yourself comfortable," the woman said. "My name is Carla." That wasn't her name, Ilana thought. But she took a seat on the beige love seat. "Well, Carla," Ilana said. "The service will be 400 dollars an hour. I'm sure Eileen ran over the ground rules with you when you called." Carla nodded, "Yes." Ilana looked around, "So how many people will there be?" "Just me," Carla whispered. Ilana stood up, "Okay. Let's begin. What would you want me to do?" Carla stood up as well, straightening her expensive suit. "Ilana, I was told by Eileen that the service was very discreet …" She nodded, "Absolutely. No one will know of this." Carla smiled, tremulously. Ilana could tell that she was nervous. "I'd like to start by bathing you." "You'd like to shower together?" Ilana asked. " …Yes." "Great!" Ilana said, heading for the bathroom. She shed her clothes along the way and was naked in the middle of the white marble gold-plated bathroom. She saw the enormous tub to the side of the room. Carla joined her in a t-shirt and shorts and jumped at seeing the naked woman in her bathroom, but smiled, shutting the door. She edged past Ilana and turned the hot water on in the tub. As the water thundered down, the room started to fill with steam. "Please," Carla gestured towards the tub. Ilana stepped in and sat down in the water which was just right. "If you sit on that ledge?" Ilana hoisted herself up onto the ledge halfway up the wall of the tub. Her body was wet and shone from the bottoms of her breasts to her toes. She noticed that Carla's hand shook as she picked up the loofah sponge and squeezed some body soap into it. She wiped Ilana's shoulder gingerly and then boldy dragged the loofah across her collarbone to the other shoulder. It was quite nice. Ilana put her head back and closed her eyes. She felt Carla step into the tub and crouch low. The loofah touched her calf next and massaged her clean to the thigh. The other leg was next. Then the loofah touched her between the legs and Ilana felt herself become moist. She opened her eyes and stared at the pretty woman. Carla's eyes bore into the sudsy loofah at the junction of Ilana's thighs. Her hair had become wet and plastered to her cheek, the t-shirt now revealed her small breasts, perky with nipples erect through the white t-shirt. The water now came up to her hips in the crouching position, soaking her orange shorts. Carla put her hand on Ilana's thigh and pushed it open more as she scrubbed the loofah into her parted legs, watching as the suds multiplied. Her breath was incredibly shallow, coming fast. The loofah next traveled up Ilana's stomach to her breasts and each was cleaned and massaged thoroughly. "Have you ever done this before?" Ilana asked. Carla giggled nervously, "Taken a shower?" Ilana smiled back, "Been with a woman." Carla shook her head and continued to soap her up. She set the loofah down and Ilana watched her put both hands on her calves and run them up to her thighs. Carla now stared straight into her eyes. Ilana could feel her juices flowing freely, her nipples perking and her lips swelling in the steam. Soon, those small hands were gripping her breasts, squeezing them as they slid soapily through her fingers. Ilana released a small moan as Carla's palms passed over her nipples. She was turned on. They both were. Ilana hadn't experienced this on the job in a long time. Carla's hand now ran down her stomach and slipped between Ilana's legs. Her fingers probed the folds of the warm, swollen lips. Ilana was sure she could feel the gush of juices, so different from the feeling of soap. Carla massaged her erect clitoris. She stopped suddenly, pulling back and removing her soaked tshirt, shorts and underwear. Carla had medium sized, sloping breast and a thick bush between her thighs. Ilana wanted to do the same thing to her, but remained still. Carla grabbed the soap and quickly soaped herself up and turned on the overhead shower. A warm spray soaked them and Carla stood up, extending a hand to Ilana. She stood as well and they both rinsed off. Carla jumped when Ilana put her arms around her and pulled her closer. Their breasts squashed together, erect nipples rubbing past each other. Ilana pulled her even closer and felt their soapy mounds touch. Her juices ran down her thigh. She ran her hands over Carla's body, helping her rinse off the soap and Carla did the same for her. Redfaced, Carla shut off the water and climbed out, offering a fluffy towel to Ilana who followed her. They toweled off and Carla took her hand and led them back to the room where the bed had been turned down. "Please sit," Carla said. Ilana sat. Carla leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Ilana smiled, "I think I would like that." Ilana opened her thighs and Carla kneeled down between, pushing her wet hair back from her face. "You like?" Ilana asked her, breathing heavily. Watching this pretty woman about to pleasure her was the most erotic thing that had happened to her in a long time. Carla stuck out her tongue and licked, causing Ilana to throw her head back and bite her lip. She licked each pink, swollen lip and then tongued the clitoris in slow, langorous circles, letting her rough tongue massage the bud. Soon, she brought her tongue low and pushed it into the slick hole. Juices coated the entire area, covered Ilana's thighs, pooled below her. "Do that again," Ilana gasped. Carla eagerly did as she was told and then covered the entire area with her mouth and worked it furiously. "Touch yourself," Ilana ordered. Carla let a hand drop between her legs and soon she was moaning too, the vibrations enhancing the feeling. Ilana could feel the orgasm tightening her thighs and buttocks. "I'm so close," she gasped. "Me, too," Carla said, muffled. "Come here." Carla stopped and hopped up on the bed. Ilana lay back and spread her legs. Carla maneuvered into a scissor position and pressed herself into to Ilana. There was a wet sound of suction. Carla pistoned her hips and the wet, swollen lips slid past each other, rubbing their erect clitorises. "This is so good," she whispered, throwing back her head. "Rub faster," Ilana gritted. Ilana felt her orgasm explode as Carla also erupted in a mewling orgasm. They gently rubbed together as the orgasms subsided and then sat back and smiled at each other. "Let me go get my checkbook," Carla said. Ilana stopped her, "I think I'm going to say I never found the place." She got out of bed and dressed. At the door, she looked back at Carla, who still lay in bed. "Maybe I can call you sometime," she said, winked and left. Carla Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage without explicit permission from the author. All characters in the story are at least 18 years old. * * * * * It was a dreary May morn when Alice first suspected her daughter Amy was a lesbian. Amy had dated a few boys in high school but it seemed as soon as they got really interested Amy would drop them. She seemed to spend more time with her girlfriends than the guys who hung around in their band group. Amy played a flute in the school band and had made the all-county band squad. That morning Alice had discovered Amy's flute and sheet music on the kitchen counter long after her daughter had left for school. She knew Amy needed the flute so she hurried to get dressed and jump in her car to take it to her before the school bus left for the overnight trip to the band performance. As Alice walked out the door she accidentally dropped the folder containing the sheet music which caused the sheets of paper to scatter about her kitchen floor. She grabbed the music sheets and other pieces of paper and stopped when she found a handwritten letter. She knew she should not read it but a mother's curiosity overpowered her. "Amy, I've notice how you look at me during band practice and I know you feel the same way about me as I do you. I think about you night and day and have trouble concentrating when I'm in class especially if you are in the same room. I've felt this way about you since the 10th grade but have been afraid to say anything. Now that we are about to graduate high school and head to college I felt it was time to say it. "I LOVE YOU!" If I wrong about this please tear this letter up and that will be it. But, if I'm right wear your red blouse tomorrow for our trip to the band performance. I'll be waiting impatiently hoping to see you in red." Alice smiled thinking some boy had sent the letter. That was until she saw the signature at the bottom. "Love and kisses, Carla." CARLA! Alice panicked seeing the girl's name. Carla was one of Amy's best friends and had spent many a sleepover at her house. Surely, she did not think her Amy was interested in girls. She tried to place the letter in the middle of the stack of paper so Amy would not know she had read the letter. Why didn't Amy tear up the letter? She grabbed her car keys and looked at the clock. 9:00AM. the bus was supposed to leave in 30 minutes. She sped out the door and sped in her car to the high school Alice pulled into the large parking lot and saw the bus and a few kids standing around it. She grabbed the flute case and the folder and ran up to the bus just as the driver was closing the door. She knocked on it until he opened it. "I need to give this to my daughter." The driver waved her inside and she moved quickly up the steps and back through the bus. She saw the surprised look on her daughter's face. "Mom," Amy expelled. Alice handed her the flute and folder. "You forgot these." "Oh God, thanks for bringing them" Amy said. Her mind had been blank since receiving the letter from Carla. She was lucky she still remembered her own name. "Well. Have a good trip," Alice said as she leaned over to kiss her daughter on her cheek. As she pulled back she noticed the girl sitting next to Amy. "Hello Mrs. Garrett," Carla said smiling. "Carla," Alice said surprised. She then turned quickly and saw the red blouse Amy was wearing. Her face turned white and she didn't know what to say. Finally she said, "Amy I don't think you should go on this trip." "What?" Amy asked not believing she would say such a thing. At dinner last night the whole family including her younger sister Ellen were all excited about the trip. Even her dad Bill who hardly ever said much about her band involvement was happy. "Don't go," the frightened mom whispered. "Mom, you have to get off the bus," Amy said embarrassed that her mother would be saying such a thing. "I'm sorry Ma'am but we are leaving now," the band leader said to the woman standing in the aisle. "What?" Alice said turning around. The band director took her arm and gently pulled her down and off the bus. "Don't worry she will be OK," he laughed. Alice stood back as the doors closed and the bus pulled away. Maybe she was over reacting? Girls sometimes say these things to each other. She shivered when she remembered her first experience with a female many years ago. It was her first year at college when she tried out for the swim team. She was a pretty good swimmer in high school but was not sure she could compete on the College level. The final cuts were going to be made the next day and she knew she had to do well at this practice. She was not dating anyone at the time and did not pick up on how their young swim coach Erika smiled at her as she came out of the water, "Alice would you see me before you leave today?" Alice froze thinking she was going to give her the bad news today. "Sure coach," she said with a frightened look. For the rest of the practice Alice gave her all and even won a few of the heats. She glanced upward out of the water and saw the coach smiling more and more at her. Good. Maybe I've done so well she will tell me I made the team. Alice thought. She was still in her tight one piece bathing suit when she knocked on the coach's office door. The coach yelled to come in and Alice nervously walked inside. The coach got up from her desk and closed and locked the door. Alice stood shivering with her hands clasped together as the coach came and stood next to her. "I just wanted to say how much you have improved since our first day of practice," Ericka said. "However, you are still a little overweight and losing a few pounds would improve your speed and endurance." "Overweight?" Alice repeated. She was slightly overweight but not that much. She knew a lot of her weight resulted from her larger breasts. "I'm not really overweight." "Yes. I can point out areas that are probably slowing you down if you take off your suit," Ericka said with her heart beating rapidly. "Take off my suit? Here....now," Alice said feeling her face getting hotter and hotter. "Sure. We are both females and the door is locked." Alice wanted to make the team so bad and now she was hesitant about removing her swim suit in front of her coach. Her parents had been really strict with her growing up and had preached to her about saving herself for her wedding night. The only things she knew about sex was what she overheard from other girls. "Can't you just point out parts of my body with my suit on?" Alice asked. For some reason she could feel the heat and dampness between her thighs. A feeling she had so well contained in the past. Ericka laughed. "Don't be silly now let me help you." Before Alice could respond the coach pulled her swim suit straps over her shoulders and down her arms. Alice looked in horror at her long pointy pink nipples now bare to her coach's eyes. She would know that she was excited. Ericka tried not to stare at the girls marvelous breasts as her damp suit pulled away and moved swiftly down her stomach. The girl's full dark bush of pubic hair made its world premier as did her swollen glistening virgin lips. "Now step out of them," Ericka said. She had watched this girl for the past three weeks and knew she was the most inexperienced one of the bunch. Ericka had found out years ago it was much more exciting seducing a virgin that one who had been around the block with men. As Ericka turned to place the suit on the chair Alice quickly covered her pubic mound and breasts with her hands and arms. The coach turned around and smiled. "No use being shy," Ericka said as she pulled the girls hands away from covering her breasts. "First of all let me say you are very beautiful. Your body is very nice and feminine. Your breasts have very little sag." Ericka's hands moved up to gently cup under the girls orbs without touching her nipples. "What bra size are you?" Alice could hardly speak while feeling another person's fingers on her private areas for the first time. She kept telling herself it was just the coach trying to help her out. But, her fingers were so soft and felt so good. "38 C," she managed to say. "They look very nice but are also very bad because you now have to overcome the friction as you move through the water." She slowly moved her fingers up over the girl's hard nips. "When the water moves over them like this." She moved her fingers gently down over the tips again and down to her stomach. "It slows you down." Her fingers remained resting on her stomach between her breasts and her untouched pussy. "But, I can't do anything about my breasts," Alice whispered. Her breasts and nipples were on fire. She wished the coach would touch them again. "Here look at mine." Ericka said as she stood back and pulled her own bathing suit over her small but very firm mounds. Her tiny rosy pink nipples rested directly in the center of each breast. Ericka placed her own hands on her own shoulders and slowly moved them down with the girl's eyes following her fingers. When she got to her nipples she stopped for a second to gently caress them. Then her fingers moved down to her own stomach and stopped. "There is very little obstruction for the water to go by." "Put your hands on your shoulders and move them down over your breasts," the coach ordered. Alice froze. "Go ahead," Ericka laughed. Alice moved her shaking finger up to her shoulders and gently downward until her fingers pushed against her nipples. "Oh," she moaned softly and quickly moved her hands lower. She was breathing heavy as she looked at her coach. "Now do mine," Ericka said firmly. She wanted to let the girl know she was in charge. "Yours!" Alice repeated. She was not ready to touch another girl's naked body. "I shouldn't." "Sure you should," Ericka grabbed her wrists and guided her hands up until they rested on her shoulders. She released her wrists. "OK now move them downward very slowly." Alice fingers were trembling as she moved them slowly downward across the coach's delicate skin and soft mounds of breasts. She stopped when she got to her nipples and tried to go around them but Ericka stopped her hands by grabbing her wrists again. She didn't say a word as the girl's fingers pushed against her rigid tips. Alice was breathing heavily when the coach dropped her hands. "Turn around," Ericka commanded. Alice did as she said. Ericka smiled as she stared at the girls lovely buttocks. They had a little bit of baby fat but over all looked fantastic. Her fingers again started at the girl's shoulders and moved caressingly downward until she was cupping the cute round ass cheeks in her fingers. "Not too bad," she said while giving them gentle squeezes. "But, definitely something that would slow you down in the water." The coach's fingers caressed for almost a minute until they slithered down the girl's tender thighs which were squeezed tightly together. "Now do mine," Ericka announced. She turned from the girl and slowly pushed her bathing suit over her slim hips. She did not know if the girl was watching until she heard her gasp as she leaned forward to take the suit from her feet. She knew the girl could see up under her ass at her shaved pussy lips. She stood naked in the center of her office waiting to see if the girl would go for it. After about a minute she felt the girl's hand rest on her shoulders and veer southward over her thin but muscular back. Alice was torn between grabbing her suit and running from the office or just letting whatever happens happen. She had always admired the coach's body as she demonstrated various swimming techniques in the pool. She had told herself the attraction was her admiration for the woman's swimming skills but know knew she desired the passions of another woman. She was braver this time because she didn't hesitate to move over the woman's buttocks and to cup them in her hands. They felt so nice. Ericka smiled as she felt the girl's fingers explore her backside. Her fingers were now moving because she wanted to touch her body and not because the coach was making her do it. It was the first step of her seduction. She moved down her thighs, to her calves and slowly back up. Ericka spread her legs to see if she would move up the center but as soon as she got to the top her fingers moved up to again caress her ass. "It may be better if we faced each other and do it," Ericka suggested. She turned slowly to show the girl her tight abs and shaved pussy mound. Alice's eyes moved quickly down to see the woman's bald pussy. She jerked her head back upward. Ericka moved slowly towards the girl's front until their breasts slowly crushed together. "Reach around and do my back while I do yours," the coach said. This time Alice didn't hesitate at all. Her body begged for more pleasure and to feel the woman's naked front against her own made her lose her composure. Neither female wasted little time as their hands moved down to cup and caress the other one's ass. Their faces were less than an inch from each other as they looked into their eyes with a heated passion. Ericka slipped her thigh to the side until it pressed against the girl's hairy mound. Alice tried to hold back her moan but it felt too good. The coach's thigh pushed and rubbed against her pussy. "OH!" She opened her leg wider to allow the coach's leg in tighter against her damp pussy. Ericka felt the dampness on her thigh and knew the girl was now hers to do with as she pleased. She looked at Alice's eyes and saw the need for satisfaction. The girl did not flinch as Ericka moved her soft lips to her own. Her mouth opened to allow her invading tongue inside. After a two minute French kiss Ericka moved her lips away and slid her fingers down the girl's damp stomach and into her love nest. As soon as she touched her standing clitoris the girl came. "Ahhhh!" she moaned as her lips again searched for the coach's mouth. Ericka tried her best to dampen the moans of satisfaction from the girl's lips. She was afraid someone outside the door could hear her cries of pleasure. Finally the girl's body stopped moving. She opened her eyes and smiled. "Come over to the sofa and let's do it the right way," Ericka said without much pulling effort on the girl's hand. Alice fell onto her back and looked up as the coach moved her lips and body down to hers. Their lips stayed locked as their hands and fingers explored each others body. Ericka moved her lips down to suck in the long nipple. She used her years of experience to lick, kiss and suck the hard digit until the girl was moaned loudly again. She laughed as she pulled her lips away and moved her own chest upward until Alice tasted her first nip. Ericka pulled her nipple away and again kissed her lips down the girl's plentiful mounds until her tongue licked and slid into the large mound of curly hair. She could not see the girl's pink slit but the top of her clit was standing up waiting for her tongue. As she curled her tongue around the small mound of joy Alice's hips shot upward and her hands pulled the coach's head closer. "Oh Yes!" Alice cried as she achieved orgasm for the second time. Ericka moved her body up on top of the girl's and lay in the youngster's arms. Her lips moved to gently kiss and suck on her pierced earlobe. "I never knew it would be so wonderful." Alice whispered as her hand moved down between the coaches legs. She explored the woman's bald pussy lips and slid her middle finger deep inside her hot oven. Ericka moved her lips to the girl's mouth as the girl's fingers quickly brought her to completion. "Are you sure you never did this before?" The coach asked with a smile. "Yes," Alice giggled. She moved closer to the woman and they just held each other for almost an hour before Alice spoke. "Does this make me a lesbian?" Ericka moved her lips over and gently kissed the girl's closed eyes, nose lips and chin. "It makes you who you already are." Alice made the team the next day but the coach pulled her aside and told her that they could not see each other again. She said she cared a lot for Alice but their relationship would only mean trouble for each of them. A month later Alice met Bill and tried to forget how good she felt in Ericka's arms. She knew her family would not allow her to have a lesbian relationship so she did what was expected of her to do. She married Bill. Up until today she had put those feelings for Ericka away in storage. She started crying as she watched the bus pull out of the school parking lot. "What was that all about?" Carla whispered to Amy as the bus sped down the highway. Amy glanced into her sheet music folder and saw the letter in a place where she knew she did not leave it. "You," Amy said smiling. They were going on a trip for three days and two nights and would be sharing a room. Amy folded her jacket over her arm and hand as she reached for Carla's. She had felt the same about her best friend but was too afraid to say anything. They caressed each others fingers and hands as the bus made its five hour drive up the interstate. At the first rest stop everyone ran from the bus to try to escape the rain. The girl's all gathered in the restroom to dry and fix their hair to look good for the boys who were already gobbling down the food. Ten girls noisily moved out into the fast food joint and left two behind. Carla smiled at Amy and pulled her into one of the toilet stalls. "Carla!" Amy laughed. "What are you doing?" "Something I've wanted to do for three years." Amy's eyes opened wide as she watched her best friend's mouth move closer and closer to her own. Both of their eyes closed as their soft lips gently brushed and nibbled. Amy was surprised when Carla's tongue pushed against her closed lips. As she opened her mouth someone came into the restroom. "Are you two coming?" A girl's voice asked. "Yes," Amy giggled as she quickly gave Carla a peck on her lips and moved out of the stall. It was not uncommon for two girls to share a stall so their secret was safe. The last three hours of the trip drove both girls crazy. They sat thinking about their upcoming nights alone together. Neither really knew what to do or how to pleasure the other one. They guessed they would just have to learn as they went. Finally at dusk the bus pulled into the Holiday Inn parking lot and everyone unloaded their musical instruments and luggage. Carla had already made sure that she would be sharing a room with Amy so when the coach read off the room assignments both girls smiled at each other. "Rule number one," the band director said. "No boys in the girl's room and vice versa." "Everyone got that?" "Yes," Carla and Amy said at same time. "Dinner is at 7:00PM so you have four hours to relax. Do not leave the hotel areas and always travel in pairs," he said smiling. He knew most all the all-state band were 18 year old seniors whose hormone levels were peaking. He would do his best to keep them separated but it was very likely a few of them would get together. Two of them, Amy and Carla, quickly opened the door to their room and threw their bags inside. When the door closed they both stood and just looked at each other. "Why did you wait so long to tell me?" Amy asked feeling her heart pounding in her chest. "I was afraid you didn't feel the same way and would hate me." Carla said feeling her body tingling in anticipation of what was to come. Amy's body was shaking from nervousness and excitement. She pulled her luggage over to the small desk and sat down on the side of one of the single beds. "I feel the same way. I've tried not to feel that way about you but it just won't go away." She put her face into her hands. Carla Carla walked over and sat on the bed next to Amy. She put her arm around her and took her hands away from her face. Amy's big blue eyes looked up at Carla and didn't blink as Carla's fingers pushed her blonde bangs to the side of her face. "I've tried the same but it's in here." Carla pointed to the middle of her chest. "I want to hold you, she said as she pulled Amy down next to her on the bed. Their heads shared the same pillow as their eyes locked together. Their heads moved closer and closer until their soft young lips pressed together. Carla tilted her head to the side to enable her to open her mouth and taste the other girl's lips. Amy marveled at the softness of her lips and the tenderness of her tongue as it moved over her lips and into her mouth. The two tongues met and twisted together until their mouths were one. Their hands moved down the other ones back until they touched the rise of their buttocks. Amy opened her thighs to allow Carla's leg to press up against her virgin mound. Carla's hand moved down under the back of Amy's jeans until she felt the top of the girl's panties. She slithered her narrow fingers under the silky undies and slowly downward until she touched the top of her ass crack. Instead of diving down into her buttocks she gently caressed the area at the entrance. It was driving Amy mad. Amy broke her mouth from Carla's and gasped for air. "Oh God, it feels so hot," she moaned feeling the girls leg rubbing against her pussy. "I don't know what to do," Amy whispered in the girl's ear as the fingers slid down into her buttocks. "My panties are so wet." "Mine too," Carla giggled. Her hand was now cupping the other girl's bare ass cheek. So far Carla was the aggressor. "Turn over on your back." Carla directed. Amy felt Carla's hand slide from out of the back of her jeans as she did as the other girl said. She took a deep breath of air when Carla's fingers moved to the bare skin of her stomach under her blouse and quickly released the snap of the jeans. The noise of her zipper going down was deafening as was the beating of both of their hearts. Amy turned her head and looked into Carla's eyes as the fingers moved down under her panties until they touched the top of her pubic mound. "Yes?" Carla asked. Amy nodded her head and bit her lip as another person's fingers touched and explored her virgin slit for the first time. "Yes," Amy repeated feeling her clit being caressed. "OH YES!" She cried as the finger moved down her damp channel and back up to her pleasure button. She raced for a climax when the telephone exploded on the small table between the beds. "SHIT!" she said as she reached over to pick up the phone. It was her mom. Carla still kept her finger gently caressing Amy's pussy as the girl talked. "Yes, we got here safely. What?" Amy asked upset. "No, Carla is not my roommate." Amy lied looking over at her girlfriend to see if she would be upset. Carla just smiled and rubbed the girl's clit a little harder. Amy grabbed her wrist and moved her lips to tell her to stop. "I'll talk to you about the letter when I get home. I've got to go now. I love you," Amy said hanging up the phone. Amy closed her eyes and felt guilty she had lied to her mom. She pulled Carla's hand from her panties and stood up by the bed. "God, why can't people just accept us for what we are?" Amy said almost in tears. Carla stopped when she heard what Amy said. "I don't care what people think," she said as she stood up by Amy. "My mother found your letter and that was why she didn't want me to come on this trip. She probably noticed I was wearing my red blouse," Amy said looking down at her full mounds pushing out the silky material. Her nipples were evident as they tented upward for Carla's attention. "It is my favorite." Carla whispered as she moved her tiny hand forward to touch the bottom hem. Her fingers moved slowly across the material until they came to the front opening where they moved northward until she held the bottom button. She looked into Amy's eyes as she slowly pushed the white button through the small hole. It released and her fingers moved up to the next button. Amy bit her lower lip as she watched her girl friend unbutton her blouse. She remembered the time when her past boyfriend had tried to do the same but she quickly stopped him. There was no stopping now as Carla's fingers released three buttons. "Two more to go," she thought. Carla's fingers were trembling when she felt Amy's soft flesh under the material. She had seen Amy's breasts naked twice before during sleepovers and dreamed about seeing them close up. Her dream was coming true as she pushed the last button through and the blouse opened up showing Amy's white lacy bra underneath. Amy moved her hands up to pull off her blouse but Carla stopped her. "Please let me do it." Amy smiled and stood back to give the girl room to slip her silky covering over her shoulders and down off her arms. "They are so beautiful," Carla whispered as her hands moved up to Amy's shoulders. She pinched the bra straps and gently pulled them down the blonde girl's arms. The bra turned inside out and pulled away and downward as the straps moved to Amy's elbows. A small tug and her hard pink nipples would be exposed. "Please don't tease," Amy moaned feeling the bra pulling down on her hard nips. Carla smiled and gave the bra one more pull which freed the girl's tips. Carla reached her arm around Amy to unsnap the tight bra which caused her own small but firm covered breasts to push again Amy's naked ones. Carla pulled away from Amy and sat down on the bed with her face at Amy waist. Her jeans were still unsnapped and opened enough for Carla to see the top of her white lace bikini panties. Her hands grabbed a hold of the waistband of the tight jeans and pulled down until the denim moved over Amy's hips and down her thighs. They fell at Amy's feet and remained around her ankles until Carla pulled them away. Her hands started at the almost naked girl's ankles and moved slowly upward caressing her delicate skin until she was inches from her damp silky panties. She could see the soft shadow of her blonde mound through the pearly white underwear. Her fingers moved up the sides of Amy's hips to pinch the elastic of the panties and to pull them slowly down the girl's white pelvic area until the blonde mat of corn silk hair appeared. Amy opened her thighs and felt the damp panties pull out of her dripping slit and down her legs. She again picked up her feet to allow Carla to remove her last article of clothing. She stood rigid as the girl's eyes moved up over her soft thighs, moist mound, trembling stomach and hard nipples. "You are so beautiful." Carla said moving her lips forward to kiss the tender area of skin directly under Amy's navel. Amy giggled. "That tickles." Carla had read about oral sex on the internet and from her experiences and exploration on her own body knew what she had to do next. Her mouth planted tiny little kisses on Amy's lower stomach until her chin pressed against the yellow bush. Amy didn't believe Carla would go this fast this soon. She felt the girl's hands moving up her thighs to cup her buttocks and her soft lips and hot tongue moving down towards her vagina. She had also read about female to female sex and knew oral sex was a very important part. She had lay awake in bed at night masturbating while imagining Carla's mouth doing what it was about to do. Her legs were so weak she fell back onto the bed and opened her legs. Her honey pot was Carla's to take. Carla's eyes focused on the golden target in front of her lips. As Amy's legs opened so did her pink rosy folds and her small but very hard clitoris. "OH CARLA!" Amy moaned when the tongue first flicked upward across her pleasure mound. At first Carla's lips and tongue fumbled without much control or pattern but the tongue learned from Amy's cries of pleasure and soon had the girl pulling her head and mouth closer to her womanhood. "I'm...........I'm................Oh..........YES!" Amy screamed as she came. Fire and electricity shot up her spine until her head rocked side to side. Carla held her mouth tight against the dripping mound until Amy's body slowed until it was still. Her breathing also calmed down. Carla stood and pulled her tee shirt up over her light blue bra which quickly joined the tee shirt on the floor. She looked down at the smiling naked girl watching her strip. She pushed down her jeans and her panties at the same time and moved up next to the flute player waiting for her. Amy's eyes photographed Carla's firm breasts and tight stomach. She was surprised to see Carla's pubic hair almost gone. Only a slim strip rested about the girl's shaved pussy lips. "My turn," Amy giggled as her lips captured one of Carla's rock hard nipples. Her fingers explored down the girl's stomach, over her strip of curly hair and into her moist lips. Carla realized quickly that being a flute player had its advantage. Amy's lips played music down the girl's body until she sucked in her uncovered clit. The lips and tongue vibrated until Carla's screams could be heard by the rooms on both sides of their room. Their secret was not a secret anymore as the two band girls listened with their ears against the wall in the next room. Amy and Carla spend the next two hours kissing and touching every inch of each others naked bodies. They were almost asleep in each others arms when someone knocked at their door. Carla jumped from the bed and moved over to pull the chain away and open the door. She peeked out to see one of the girls in the band. "I was wondering if I could borrow a hair brush." Colleen asked trying to keep a straight face. Another girl was standing behind the door also trying not to laugh out loud. "Er....I guess so. Wait here," she said pushing the door close. But, the door did not click because of Colleen's foot. As Carla walked back to open her bag the door slowly opened and two girls stood with their hands over their mouths watching Carla's naked ass walking across the room. Colleen walked slowly into the room until she could see Amy's bare legs on the bed. She quickly moved around the corner to see Amy's startled face as she snapped the shutter on the digital camera. Carla was bending over opening her bag when she saw the flash of light. She turned to see Colleen's back as she raced from the room. "They took our picture." Amy said in fear. She was lying on her back with one leg bent at her knee. Her whole naked front was exposed. "Those bitches," Carla said with steam coming out of her ears. "They got us both naked," Amy said as they both raced to get dressed. "Do you think they will show others?" "Not if I can stop it," Carla said. The band director had given each of them a list of names and room assignments. Colleen was in the room next to theirs. She threw down the list, walked out into the hallway and pounded on Colleen's door. "Yes?" Colleen said peeking out her door with the chain still attached. "Let me in or I'll tear off the chain," Carla whispered. She was not a big girl but she was in great shape. "I don't have the camera," Colleen whispered back. "Where is it?" Carla asked trying to remain calm. "If you stay calm I'll tell you where it is." Carla took a deep breath. "OK." She saw the door close and heard the chain being removed. The door opened about a foot. Carla pushed it open and saw Colleen walking quickly into the room. Carla quickly moved inside and closed the door. "Where is it?" Carla asked again seeing Colleen and her roommate Becky sitting at the small table. "We know what you and Amy were doing over there," Becky giggled. "That's our business," Carla said trying to prevent her arms from grabbing the girl's hair and pulling her out the door. "Now it's ours too," Colleen said smiling. "If you want us to erase the picture you and Amy will have to do something for us." "And, what might that be?" Carla asked looking around the room to see if she could spot the camera. "After dinner come to our room. We will tell you then," Becky replied. "I'll talk to Amy," Carla said as she stood and walked out the door. Amy was waiting impatiently inside the room and panicked when Carla came back. "Where is the camera?" "They have it but won't tell me where it is. They want us to do something for them." Carla replied. "But, the picture only shows us naked. It does not prove we were......you know." "Yes. But, if that picture gets around it will only take one comment about us being gay for everyone to believe it." Carla said. "Well. I don't want my naked photo floating around the school and probably the web." Amy said thinking out loud. "Me neither. Let's play their little game but I'll take my camera tonight in case we might need it." Carla chuckled. She had a feeling they wanted her and Amy to do something nasty. At dinner the band director gave out the next day schedule. Practice was in the morning at a nearby university auditorium with the first live performance that afternoon. A second performance was scheduled for later that night. Colleen and Becky kept smiling at Carla and Amy but they ignored them and enjoyed their meal. After dinner most of the band hung out in the lobby area. Some decided to go to a movie nearby and some to a mall. Four girls moved into the elevator to head up to Colleen's room. None of them said a word until Colleen closed and locked the door. The girl turned and blurted out. "First of all I want you two to kiss each other." Becky giggled as she sat at the small table watching Amy and Carla sitting on one of the beds. "Is that it?" Carla laughed. She leaned over and kissed Amy lightly on her lips. "I meant a KISS," Colleen said as she moved over to sit next to Becky. Carla took a minute to look at Colleen's and Becky's bodies. Both were short and a little pudgy. Becky's breasts were huge but Colleen's were small in comparison to all of them. It suddenly hit Carla what these two girls were looking for. She leaned over again and kissed Amy's lips with her lips held tightly together. She stopped and looked at Colleen who was getting frustrated. "No, with open mouths." "Maybe you and Becky can demonstrate what you mean." Carla suggested. Amy looked at her like she was crazy. Was she trying to piss off the girls that had their nude photo? Colleen laughed and pulled Becky up next to her. Their lips pressed together and their mouths open. They turned their heads so Carla and Amy could see their tongues moving in and out of each others mouths. Colleen broke her mouth away and smiled. "That's how you are supposed to kiss," she laughed. "You two are.........," Amy started to say and stopped. "Yes, lovers," Colleen said as she again kissed the quiet girl. "What do you want from us?" Carla asked when their two mouths separated. "We want to watch you while you watch us," Colleen frankly said. "You want to watch us making love?" Amy asked with a shocked look on her face. "Yes. We made mad sex while we listened to you two moaning this afternoon. We thought it would be better if we watched you and you watched us," Becky said. "You promise all you want to do is just watch." Amy said looking at Carla to see if she was willing to do what they wanted. "Can we talk about it in the bathroom?" Carla asked. "Sure," Colleen giggled. Carla took Amy's hand and led her into the small bathroom and closed the door. She turned on the fan to drown out their voices. "Do you want to do it?" Carla asked. "Do you?" Amy sent back the question. "I just want to hold and touch you and be with you. If this gets our photo back I'm willing to do it. Who knows maybe we will learn something?" She laughed. Amy leaned over and gently kissed Carla's lips, "OK let's do it." Colleen and Becky were into a deep soul kiss when the bathroom door opened and the two girls walked back in. "Watching only," Carla said restating the ground rules. "You want to go first?" Carla asked nervously. Colleen looked at Becky who smiled. They had been lovers for almost five months and had almost perfected their lovemaking techniques. Both girls were heavy but were not fat. Colleen was the first to stand to slowly start removing her clothing. Carla and Amy sat down on the bed across from the table and watched as both girls stripped off their clothes. At first they figured they would do what they had to do to get back the photo but now their bodies came alive as they watched the two lovers pull their bras off. Amy was holding Carla's hand when Becky's bra fell from her huge breasts. She squeezed it tightly when she saw the giant mounds had little sag and had two large pink nipples in the center. Colleen blushed when she pulled her own bra off her small pancake-like boobs. Both girls were wearing thongs which the back strap was hidden down into their beefy ass cheeks. The thongs moved down their muscular round thighs and down to their feet. Both kicked the panties to the side and stood up slowly. Amy gasped when she saw the two shaven pussy mounds. Colleen laughed when she saw Amy's reaction, "Oral sex is much better this way. OK now it's your turn." Amy and Carla both stood across from the bed from the two naked band members. "Pretend they are not here," Carla whispered in Amy's ear. Amy turned her body until her body was facing away from the leeching eyes behind her. Her fingers trembled as she slowly stripped off her red blouse and jeans. She quickly adjusted her bikini panties which were wedged between her ass cheeks. She heard them giggle behind her. It was funny because she would soon be pushing her panties off her hips. She released her bra and noticed how hard her nipples were. Until today she had not experienced any sex with another person and now she had climaxed from her loves mouth and was now preparing to do it in from of two other girls. She bent forward to push her panties down without opening her legs but they could still see her moist pussy lips under her ass. "Nice." She heard one of them say. Amy stood to see Carla's bra fall to the floor and her panties moving down her tanned thighs. They held hands as they turned to show their bodies. "Wow," Becky exclaimed. Amy and Carla both blushed at their stares moving up and down their nakedness. Colleen walked over to the small clock radio and turned on some music. She adjusted the tuner until a slow number came on. "Before we get started we would like to dance with you." "Us?" Carla said sharply. "That was not the deal." "It's just a dance. You want the photo back right," Colleen smiled. Her pussy was dripping as she stared at Amy's blonde bush. "Are you two lovers?" Amy asked. "Lovers? Hell no," Colleen laughed. "It's just sex baby." Becky smiled in agreement. "Just a dance right?" Carla asked again. Even though she was afraid for Amy she was excited thinking these girls could show them how to make female love. "Yes," Colleen answered quickly as she came around the bed and held her hand out for Amy to take. Amy moved back behind Carla. "I don't want to dance with her like this." "Go ahead. I'm here," Carla whispered. Becky had also walked over and stood smiling at Clara. Carla's eyes never left Becky's full orbs as she moved her naked body into the heavy girl's arms. Becky right away took the female dance position and Carla the man position. The opposite was true for Colleen and Amy as Colleen's body pressed hard against Amy's firm breasts. They all felt hard nipples pressing back into their soft chests. "This is not so bad is it?" Colleen whispered in Amy's ear. Her lips gently caressed Amy's earlobe. Amy shivered. "I guess not," she said as she closed her eyes and pretended it was Carla's body pressing against her own. Carla Carla felt Becky's lips nibbling on her neck and the woman's hands gently caressing her back. Her soft massive breasts were so soft against her own. She wanted to experiment with Becky but was afraid Amy would go off. She turned her body slightly until Becky's body was between her and Amy. She glanced over to make sure Amy was facing the other way when she moved her head and lined up her mouth with Becky's. Becky's eyes opened in joy when Carla's lips pressed against her own. The larger woman's tongue quickly invaded Carla's mouth. Colleen smiled when she saw Becky and Carla kissing. She moved her own lips to Amy's but Amy pulled away. "They are kissing so why can we?" she whispered. Amy quickly turned to see Carla's eyes closed as their mouths smashed together and their hands quickly moved over each others backs. Becky's hands moved down to cup and caress Carla's smaller buttocks. Amy pushed Colleen back. "I can't do this!" Amy cried as she grabbed her clothes and ran to the door. She searched in her jeans for her room key and ran out into the hallway stark naked. "AMY!" Carla cried out trying to get out of Becky's grasp but the big girl was too strong. "Let her go." Colleen said as she moved her body up against Carla's back. Becky was still pressing up against the front. "But...." Carla started to say. "No buts," Colleen laughed. "Relax and enjoy what Becky and I are going to do to you." Her lips gently bit on Carla's neck as her large fingers moved up under Carla's ass to discover her dripping pussy. Amy sobbed as she waited for Carla to return. She was so afraid for her love but was afraid to do anything about it. Things had gone so wrong. Things were so wonderful that afternoon when she held Carla in her arms. Now her love was probably being raped in the other room but the large girls. She fell asleep crying. Carla tried to resist as the two girls used their experienced fingers and lips all over her tingling naked body. They were touching and kissing everywhere. Her body was tossed and turned on the bed while the girls explored her lips, breasts, ass and pussy. Her pussy was never left alone. When fingers moved from areas of flesh lips took their place. They nibbled, licked and sucked until she pulled the pillow over her mouth and screamed. She did not want Amy to know she received any pleasure. They showed her how to kiss and use her tongue on their shaved pussies. She was a fast learner and quickly brought both girls off. She laughed when she stood by the bottom of the bed seeing their mounds of naked flesh twisted together completely satisfied. She searched through their bags until she found the digital camera. She turned it on and took their picture. Now it was she who held the trump card. Amy was asleep when Carla slipped back into the room. She quickly showered to get the sweaty smells of the two girls off her body and slipped under the sheet naked next to Amy. About 2:00 Carla awoke to feel the backside of Amy pressing up against her. She curled her arm around her waist and pulled her back into her softness. Amy slowly awoke thinking she was still dreaming. She imagined so vividly Carla's tongue dancing on her pussy. The dream seemed so real but the room was so dark. The tongue moved in ways not imagined by the sleepy girl. When she screamed she knew she was not dreaming. "Carla," she whispered feeling her damp lips with her fingers. Carla's body moved up onto her own and gently kissed her lips. She tasted her own pleasure juices on Carla's lips. "I waited up for you. What happened? Are you alright?" Amy asked as she held the other girl close to her. "Yes. After you left Colleen and Becky had sex and I watched," Carla lied. "You watched them have sex?" "Yes. I didn't want to but I wanted to get the photo," she lied again. "Not only did I get the photo and camera but I took one of them twisted together." "Can I see it?" Amy giggled. "No. Right now I just want to hold you in my arms," Carla whispered as her fingertips explored until they found Amy's nipple. "What you did to me before was unbelievable," Amy whispered. "Did you learn that from them?" "Yes," Carla replied telling the truth this time. "I learned a lot and can't wait to show you." "Will you show me now?" Amy begged. Carla glanced over at the clock. It read 3:27AM. She kissed Amy on her ear. "Later. We have another night you know." They fell asleep in each others arms. At 7:30 AM they pulled on their sweats and got ready to go to breakfast. Carla turned on the camera and adjusted it to Becky's and Colleen's photo. "Look," she said holding it up for Amy to see. "What are they doing?" Amy laughed as she turned her head many ways to figure out what body part belonged to whom. "I was amazed two girls so big could be so agile," Carla laughed. She pushed the button to the last photo and saw Amy's nude body lying on the bed while her ass was bent over. "Hey they can see your face but not mine." Carla laughed. Amy grabbed the camera and looked. "Yes. But I'll tell everyone that it is your ass." She lightly pinched Carla's butt. Carla moved back to the previous photos and laughed. "Look at this," she said again showing the camera to Amy. Amy's eye's got real big and her hand covered her mouth as she looked at Becky whose legs were spread wide on the bed. Her pussy was wide open as her fingers pushed a small dildo inside her large lips. "Is that a...........dildo?" Amy asked as she looked closer at the photo. "I think so. They did not use it when I was there," Carla said. Carla and Amy were sitting eating breakfast when Becky and Colleen walked in to the dining room and over to their table. "Care if we join you?" Colleen asked. "Yes." Amy replied. "Too bad," Colleen said as she pulled out a chair and sat down. Carla motioned with her finger on her lips to be quiet. Colleen smiled. "We know you have the camera and we want it back." Colleen whispered in Carla's ear. "Ah, the shoe is on the other foot," Carla laughed. "Maybe tonight we will have some things for you to do to get your photos back. And, I mean all your photos." She said smiling at Becky. Becky blushed and looked away. "Carla," Amy said visibly upset. She did not want to be involved with these two girls anymore. "Erase our picture and give them back the camera." "No. That's OK. Keep the camera and we will see you later." Colleen said as she stood to walk to another table. Becky followed. "I don't want to be with them again." Amy whispered. "I want to be alone with you tonight." "They will do whatever we want them to do," Carla whispered. She was already planning on seeing Becky with the dildo. "Let's talk about it later." After breakfast the girls moved quickly back to their room to shower. To save time and energy they moved into the warm water together. "I think we should shave our pubes." Carla said as they stood on the small mat drying their bodies. "You don't like my pussy cat?" Amy purred as she moved the damp towel over her bush causing the light hairs to stand upward. "Yes but I think my lips will like it much better without this," she curled her fingers into the soft downy muff. Someone knocked on the door, "THE BUS LEAVES IN FIFTEEN MINUTES!" Carla and Amy quickly dried their hair and dressed. Everyone clapped with they jumped up the steps onto the bus. The practice went well and so did the afternoon session. On the bus trip home Colleen whispered in Carla's ear, "What time?" "After dinner bring Becky's friend," Carla whispered back. Colleen looked at her confused. Then she remembered. "I'll make sure he has new batteries," she whispered back with a laugh. Dinner went pretty fast and again the kids all took off to the malls and the movies. The four girls again went into the elevator together. "Do you know of a game we can play?" Carla asked as they walked towards their rooms. "How about guess who?" Becky asked. "How do you play?" Amy asked suspiciously. Becky opened the door to her room. "Come in and I'll explain it." Amy was the last one thru the door. "This is an easy game. Someone is blindfolded and they have to guess who they are touching or kissing." Becky giggled. Amy looked at Carla who was smiling. She figured she had to go along with it. She watched as Becky took out a long dark scarf and held it up. "Who's first?" No one volunteered so Becky said she would go first and handed the scarf to Colleen to tie around her eyes. "Someone has to kiss her." Colleen whispered. Becky took Carla's arm and pushed her over to Becky. Carla looked at Amy and moved over to the blindfolded girl. She leaned over and placed her mouth on Becky's. Amy didn't like seeing Carla kiss another girl and really got upset when she saw their mouths open. She didn't look at her love when she broke the kiss and walked back to the bed. Carla reached to hold Amy's hand but the girl pushed her away. "OK, take off the blindfold." Colleen said to Becky. The girl untied it and looked at the other three. "Carla," she said smiling. I could tell from the kisses we had last night." "Last night," Amy repeated while looking a Carla. "It was just kissing," Carla whispered. "Next?" Becky said holding up the scarf. Carla quickly moved forward and allowed Becky to tie it around her head. She sat waiting for someone to do something. "You go," Colleen whispered in Amy's ear. Amy smiled and walked over to the chair. She surprised even herself when she pulled Carla's blouse out enough to slip her fingers down under it. Her fingers moved under the girl's skimpy bra and slowly down over her bare breast. She smiled as she toyed with her hard nipple. After a few seconds her hand moved out of one cup and into the other. She heard a small moan from Carla's throat as her fingers found the other hard digit. She pulled her fingers out and moved back to the bed. Carla removed the scarf and looked at Amy. "It was Amy." "Next." Carla said as she held up the blindfold. Colleen moved over to the chair and Carla tied the scarf tightly around her head. Amy hoped Becky would go but the larger girl pointed to her. She was trying not to show excitement as she moved over to the unsuspecting blindfolded girl. The comment about Carla kissing Becky last night had gotten her a little angry so she decided to do the same to Colleen. She moved her lips down to gently brush the lips waiting and found the mouth open for her to push her inexperienced tongue into. Amy gave her the best she could and realized her own body was on fire. Finally she pulled her lips away while Colleen's tongue moved from her lips. Colleen waited a few seconds and pulled off the blindfold. "Carla," she said. "Nope, it was Amy," Becky laughed. "It was?" Colleen asked with a grin. Amy quickly looked away. It was Amy's turn as Colleen tied the blindfold around the nervous girl's head. She moved over to Carla and whispered. Carla smiled. Amy waited for one of them to touch or kiss her. She jerked when she felt the fingers on the snap of her jeans. "Not my jeans," she said trying to hold them together. But the girl was too fast and pulled them under her hips and down her legs. She sat back trembling in her panties, bra and tee shirt. The fingers returned and walked up Amy's bare thighs until they touched over the silky and now damp crotch of the trembling girl. Amy thought she would just touch her through her panties and slowly opened her thighs to help. She felt the fingers moving over her soft pubic mound and then up to the waistband. She gasped when the fingers pinched the elastic and pulled downward. She thought about objecting again but since Carla was not saying anything then it must be Carla who was pulling off her panties. She smiled and lifted her hips feeling the cooler air on her dripping slit. "Oh," Amy moaned when she felt the fingertips parting the blonde mane and then the outer lips. It had to be Carla who was moving her face up between her shaking thighs until she felt her tongue lick across her small but very hard clitoris. "Don't stop," Amy moaned. Her legs were now spread as wide as she could make them so the mouth could engulf her newly discovered treasures. Doing it in front of the two other girls was so exciting that she was close to climaxing. She smiled when she felt the bomb about to go off. "NOW!" she screamed as she grabbed Carla's head.........she tried to stop cuming but couldn't because it wasn't Carla's head between her legs. She pulled off the scare and looked down at Colleen's tongue flicking on her pink knob. "I'M COMING!" she screamed. As soon as she got her breath back she angrily looked at Carla who had her hand on Becky's large breast. The two naked girls sat on the bed smiling at her. Amy tried to pick up her panties to put back on but Colleen grabbed them. "Why don't you and I undress and go to the other bed?" Amy glanced over at Carla and watched as she kissed Becky and pushed the heavy girl onto her back. She wasted no time sliding her face up between her thunder thighs to push her lips and tongue into Becky's sweet pussy. She looked at Colleen. "You can do me but I'm not doing you." "Sure," Colleen laughed. She had wanted to ravish Amy's body ever since the first day of Band three years ago. There was no doubt in her mind that she would have the girl begging to suck her own pussy. She quickly stripped and watched as Amy removed her shirt and bra. Carla was so involved with eating Becky's pussy she did not realize Colleen was doing the same thing to Amy until she heard Amy's moans. She pulled her dripping lips from Becky's thighs and peeked over to see Colleen's face again between Amy's. She smiled seeing Amy's fingers grasping at the sheet. "Please don't stop," Amy begged when Colleen moved her lips up over her puff of blonde hair. "Please." Colleen grinned knowing Amy was ready. She twisted her body on the bed until her own bald pussy rested only inches from the girl's face. She opened her thighs and again dove headfirst between Amy's legs. "OH GOD!" Amy cried out as Colleen licked across her whole slit. She suddenly felt the girl's body come across hers until she was lying directly on top of her. She looked up to see the bald pussy waiting for her tongue. Colleen froze her mouth waiting for Amy's lips. She flicked her tongue across her clit and then felt Amy's tongue do the same across hers. Her lips sucked in Amy's clit and felt Amy's do the same to hers. Then it was off to the races. The moans and groans of all four girls could be heard in the hallway as well as the squeaking and thumbing of the beds. Amy climaxed first with Becky close behind. Colleen savored the feeling and held out as long as she could but finally succumbed to the pleasure. Becky was about to pass out until finally Carla climaxed. The four lay spent on the bed. "Let's switch," Becky said grinning at Amy. Amy stood up, dressed and walked from the room without saying a word. "You might as well stay here with us," Colleen said to Carla who quickly dressed as well. "I think I need to do some damage control," Carla said as she walked from the room. "I'll erase the photo and give you the camera back tomorrow morning." ***** Amy was in the shower feeling like crying and smiling. The sex was a lot more than she had expected however to have Carla trick her like she did hurt. She heard Carla trying to get into the locked bathroom. "Amy let me in." Amy quickly dried and pulled her robe on, "it's all yours." "Why are you mad at me?" Carla asked as the girl walked by. "You know," Amy said almost crying. Carla jumped into the shower and by the time she made it to the bedroom Amy was asleep. Or so she was pretending. During the night Amy felt Carla climb into her bed and press up against her back. Carla planted tiny kisses on her neck and whispered she was sorry. "I only want you," Carla whispered. Amy turned and kissed Carla firmly on the mouth. "It took you long enough to get over here." For the next hour they reviewed all that they had learned in the other bedroom. They feel asleep into each other's arms and got two hours sleep before the alarm went off. "I wish we were staying another day," Carla whispered to Amy as they stood ready to board the bus to return home. "Me too," Amy whispered back as she brushed her fingers against Carla's down by their sides. On the long ride home Amy fell asleep with her head on Carla's shoulder. ***** Alice stood in the freezing rain for almost an hour as she waited for the bus to arrive. The past two days had been hell because she imagined her daughter in the arms of another girl. The large rented bus came down the street and turned into the school parking lot. "Amy over here," Alice yelled when her daughter walked down from the bus. Amy saw her, waved and smiled. She jumped down and ran over to her. "Hi Mom," Amy said giving her a hug. "I'm so happy to see you," Alice said. She saw Carla walked down from the bus and wave at her as well but Alice didn't acknowledge her. "We need to get you home. It's freezing out here." "OK let me get my bags," Amy said as she ran over to the bus driver who was tossing the bags onto the sidewalk. Carla walked up next to her. "I guess I'm not invited to your house anymore," she said. "I'll talk to my mother and make her understand," Amy said as she grabbed her bag and ran back to her mother. ***** Amy took a hot shower and was in her robe combing her hair when Alice knocked on her bedroom door. "Come in." "Do you have some time to talk?" Alice asked nervously. "Yes," Amy replied. She had been thinking about what she should say. "You know I read the letter from Carla and I know you probably think you are in love with her," Alice started. "But you are not gay." "Mom, you don't want me to be gay," Amy said as she dropped the hairbrush on the bed. "But I am." "All girls go through this. It happened to me too." Amy stopped. Her mother had a gay relationship. "It's not the same. Carla and I made love on the trip." "So did I," Alice confessed. She had not told anyone about her fling with him swim coach until now. "You made love with another woman?" Amy asked totally shocked. Her mother was about as conservative and straight laced as they come. "Yes," Alice said looking down like it was shameful. "She seduced me." "You said no right?" "I...a........no, I didn't say no. I got caught up in the sex," she blushed. "This is not easy for me to talk about." "How did you feel?" Amy asked being blown away. "It doesn't matter how I felt," Alice said. "It was unnatural." "Mom, I don't want to talk about it being unnatural and not religious. I only know how I feel. Does daddy know about it?" "No, it would kill him if he knew," she said sharply. "I don't want you to see her again." "You can't stop me from seeing who I want," Amy said. "Who was the woman you made love to? "My college swim coach. It was a one time only thing. I never loved her." "Are you sure?" "Of course," Alice said as she stood to walk from the room. Now that the conversation was coming back to her again she had to leave. "At least I don't think I loved her," she thought as she moved into her bedroom. ***** It was Sunday after church when Amy moved into the den to find her mother's college year books. She found her mother's photo on the swim team and noticed the cute woman coach standing next to her mother. "ERICKA STANLEY," she read aloud. Her mother kept starring at her in church and she starred back. She was not going to be intimidated. She looked in the phone book for an Ericka Stanley but did not see any listings. She picked up the photo again and saw a familiar face. It was her mother's best friend and maid of honor Betty Davis. Maybe she would know where Ericka went to. She found her phone number and address in the phone book and called. Carla ***** Betty had just finished her gardening when she saw Amy walking up to her house. "Over here," she yelled from the roses. "Hi Aunt Betty," Amy said as she moved over to hug her. She called her aunt even though she was not really her aunt. "What brings you over to this side of town?" Betty asked. "I need to ask you some questions about my mother and the College swim coach." Amy was not going to beat around the rose bush. Betty froze and tried not to show her nervousness. "What did your mother tell you?" She wasn't going to break her word of silence. "She told me the whole story," Amy said. "Well almost all." "You tell me what you know and maybe I can help. Does she know you are talking to me about it now?" "No," Amy said. "But I really need to know." "Let's go inside and you can tell me everything." While sitting at the table drinking diet cokes Amy told Betty what her mother had said. "Well yes, that's what I remember. What else do you want to know?" "I want to know if there was something more than just sex." "What did Alice say?" "She said it was just sex and being curious," Amy said flustered. "I think it was more than that." Betty knew she could get into trouble with Alice but she was tired of her friend lying. "It was more than sex. I knew something was bothering her from the first day of practice. All she would talk about was the coach. I couldn't shut her up. We could see it in the coach's eyes as well when they were together. When they finally acted on it Alice was floating on cloud nine. I had never seen her so happy. " "And then the coach broke away from her after the sex," Amy said. "At first but before Alice married your father the coach came by to talk to her. I left the room but knew what she wanted." "She still loved my mother," Amy said with a shocked face. "And...your mother still loved her," Betty continued. "She was going to call off the marriage until your grandmother talked her out of it. " "God, she's doing the same thing to me," Amy blurted out. "You?" Betty said sitting up. "That's the reason for all of these questions." "Yes," Amy said smiling. "I met someone I really care for." "Another female." "Yes." "Your father is a good man but Alice never really loved him," Betty said. "There are different types of love." "I know," Amy said quickly. "Do you know what happened to the coach?" "There were rumors about the coach and Alice so she resigned to stop any embarrassment for your mom. The last I heard she now is the coach over in Youngstown." "Thanks Aunt Betty. I don't know how to repay you." "There is one way," Betty said. "Follow your heart." "I will," Amy said as she hugged her. ***** Ericka was behind her desk writing letters to high school sophomores when she heard someone knock on her door frame. She looked up to see a cute blonde girl who looked somewhat familiar. "Hi." "Coach Stanley?" Amy asked. "Yes, can I help you?" "My name is Amy Garrett. You knew my mother." "Alice," Ericka said as she dropped the pen she was holding. "Please come in and close the door." Amy did as the woman said and sat on the chair next to her desk. "You're as lovely as your mother," Ericka said. "How is she doing?" "OK I guess," Amy replied. "I know what happened between her and you." Ericka took a deep breath. "It was a long time ago. Why are you here?" "I'm a lesbian," Amy blurted out. It was the first time she had said it aloud. "Wow," Ericka said as she sat back in her chair. "That's fantastic." "Not really," Amy said smiling. "My mother is giving me a hard time about it." "I'm not surprised," Ericka said. "She could never accept it herself." "You loved her," Amy announced. "Yes," Ericka said. "More than I could ever put in words." "Did she love you?" Ericka laughed. "I thought so right up to the time she said I DO to your father." "I think she still does," Amy said. "Well that really doesn't matter anymore does it?" Ericka said. "Is there anything I can do for you?" "Yes, talk to my mother." Amy said with tears forming in her eyes. Ericka almost said no but could see the hurt in Amy's eyes. The same hurt she experienced years before. "Ok." ***** Alice thought about telling her husband but knew he would go completely nuts. She thought that she could relate her own experiences and it would be enough to convince her daughter it was just a phase in her young life. The aroma of the chocolate cake in the oven was overpowering her senses. The oven buzzer went off just as the doorbell rang. "Hello Alice," Ericka said when the startled woman answered the door. "Ms. Stanley," Alice blurted out. Ericka laughed. "I think you can call me Ericka now. I'm only four years older than you." "What are you doing here?" "That's not much of a welcome," Ericka smiled. Alice starred into the still gorgeous woman's blue eyes, "I'm sorry, would you like to come in?" "I'd like that very much," she replied. She followed the nervous woman into her home. "Umm, something smells great," Ericka said as she walked into the kitchen. "I have to take the cake out of the oven," she said. Ericka sat at the table and checked out Alice's body. Her breasts were still quite large and her hips a little wider but overall looked real nice. "I hear you are still coaching," Alice smiled as she sat the cake on the stove's burners to cool off. "Yes, it's my love. Actually it's my only love right now." Alice gulped. "I'm happily married to Bob." "Happily?" "Of course, he's been a great husband." Ericka stood and walked closer to Alice who backed up slightly. "I made a big mistake years ago." Alice took a breath and held it as Ericka's fingers moved up to pull the bangs to the side of her face. The fingers traced downward over her cheeks and inward to her mouth. She didn't pull back as the fingers gently brushed over the trembling lips. "You seduced me," Alice whispered. "Did I?" Ericka whispered, while her fingers moved down over the chin to Alice's neck. "Don't please," Alice said softly as Ericka's touches moved down to the top of her chest. Her heart was thumping under her ribs and her panties were now soaked. "Shhh," Ericka whispered. She touched the top button of her blouse and released it. Alice's eyes closed when she felt the second and third button opened. The cool air now blew against her hot flesh over her packed bra. "Take off your blouse," Ericka said. "I can't," the panting woman said. "Yes, you want to." Alice thought back and remembered the soft touches and kissed on her body that day. Her mind was so confused but her body was not. It ached for her to touch her. Ericka smiled when she saw Alice's fingers pop the bottom button and then the next two. When the last button released Ericka pulled open the silky green blouse and looked at the white lacy bra. "Turn around," she commanded. Alice's body obeyed as she turned and looked out the kitchen window. She felt her blouse being pulled off of her shoulders and then her bra clasp release. As Ericka pulled the bra straps off her shoulders the coach gently kissed the tender neck before her. "Ohhh," she moaned when Ericka's fingers moved around and up to cup her naked breasts as the bra fell from them. ***** Amy met Carla after the last class and before band practice. "Go home with me," she said to Carla. "Won't your mother be home?" "Yes, that's why I want you to go with me," Amy grinned. She knew Ericka would be there already and if things went as she thought it would they would catch them together. "Ok, but she will just kick me out of the house." "I don't think so," Amy grinned. ***** Ericka had removed everything except for the white bikini panties. "Let's go to your bedroom." Alice was in a trance as she led her ex-coach up the stairs to the master bedroom. It was the same bed she had lied to herself all of those years. She pushed down her panties and pulled back the bedspread. As she moved under the sheet Ericka stopped her. "No, I want to see you." Alice pushed the top sheet down to her feet and moved to her back with her legs held tightly together. Her eyes never left Ericka's body as it was exposed to her eyes. It was just as she remembered it. Ericka grinned as she pushed down her black panties showing Alice her shaved pussy mound. She looked behind her to make sure the door was slightly cracked before she moved to the bed. "I love you Alice. I've always loved you." She saw a tear in the woman's eyes just as their lips met. Alice lost control of her body for the first time since college. Her legs opened to allow Ericka's thigh to press against her moist mound. Her won fingers roamed over Ericka's back and down to cup her firm buttocks. "You love me don't you?" Ericka asked as she nibbled on her earlobe. "No, I can't love you," Alice moaned. "You're a woman. Oh GOD!" she cried as Ericka's fingers pushed down into her love nest. "Then why is your pussy so wet?" Ericka asked. "And your nipples so hard?" she continued as her mouth captured the long hard brown digit. "Tell me you love me," Ericka said. Her fingers pushed and toyed with the hard clitoris. "Oh Coach Stanley," she moaned. Her own fingers pushed down between their bodies to find Ericka's bald dripping lips. Alice was lost in pleasure when she heard a noise downstairs. "What was that?" she asked as she pushed Ericka's mouth from her nipple. "Nothing," Ericka replied. Her mouth moved down Alice's stomach and into the hot slit. Her lips sucked in the hard knob of pleasure as her tongue flicked across it. "ERICKA!" she screamed. ***** "What was that?" Carla asked Amy as they stood at the base of the stairway looking up. "Shhh, be quiet and follow me," Amy grinned. Carla did as Amy said until she stopped at one of the bedroom doors that was almost closed. "Look in," Amy grinned as she peeked in first and then pulled back. Carla's mouth opened wide when she saw Amy's mother lying naked on the bed with another woman's head between her thighs. "Your mom is gay?" She whispered. "Yes," Amy replied. "Let's watch." She moved in front of Carla who pushed up against her back. Two minutes later they both giggled when Alice climaxed. "OH GOD IT FEELS SO....DON'T STOP!" "That was unbelievable," Alice smiled as Ericka's mouth moved up to kiss her own. Their tongue mingled again until they broke apart and Alice's lips moved slowly under her chin to her breasts. She sucked in a hard nip and smiled when she heard Ericka's moan. Quick, get undressed," Amy whispered to Carla. She pulled off her shirt and pushed down her jeans. "Undressed?" Carla asked. "Now?" "Yes, hurry," Amy said as she pulled off her bra and panties. "Let me help." She grabbed Carla's tee shirt and pulled upward. "OK," Carla said worried that they would get into big trouble. Carla pressed her naked breasts into Amy's back as they again peeked inside. Her fingers explored under Amy's hips until they found the girl's hot dripping slit. Alice's tongue licked over the shaven outer folds and then down into the dripping valley below. Ericka's hands were now pressing her mouth hard against her clit. "Right there Alice," she moaned. "Suck me." Neither woman heard the door open or the footsteps of Amy and Carla as they walked naked up to the bed. Finally Ericka opened her eyes and smiled when she saw Amy and her lover standing there. It was enough to push her over the edge. "I'M COMING ALICE!" she screamed. Both Carla and Amy looked at the two mature female bodies on the bed. They looked so perfect and hot together. "HI MOM," Amy said loudly to make sure her mother heard her. "AMY! She cried out as she moved her dripping mouth from Ericka's pussy. "CARLA! OH GOD!" she screamed as she pushed back and tried to cover her enormous breasts and puffy but wet bush. "It's too late mom," Amy grinned. "Hi Ericka." "Hi Amy," Ericka said as she looked at Amy's young treasures. "Amy, it's not what you think," Alice said as she jumped from the bed and dried to dress quickly. "Mom stop!" Amy said as she grabbed her arm. "Be truthful for once in your life." "Oh God, I...." Alice said. She turned and looked at Ericka's wonderful body. "The truth," Amy said again. "I.......a......." she said Ericka smile. "I don't........" She took a deep breath. "I....a.......yes....I do love you," she said smiling at Ericka. "I know," Ericka responded. "Good, now do you mind if Carla spends the afternoon in bed with me?" Amy asked. Alice looked at Carla's firm breasts. "No dear I don't mind. Now please close the door on your way out of my room." Amy took Carla's hand and they turned to walk out the door. They heard Alice giggle as she fell back onto the bed. "You sat that up," Carla said as they moved their bodies together on the small bed. "Yes, it was the only way," Amy whispered. Her fingers moved between Carla's thighs. "I love you." "Me too," Carla moaned. ***** Note from Slickman: A good ending you might say. I hope you enjoyed the story. Don't forget to vote and send me an email if you liked it or not. Carla "Look, Carla, you have to come with me. Steve can't go and leave his cousin at home alone, since he invited the guy to come for a visit, and I can't go if I'm alone with them. You don't have to like him, just go. Please. Do it for me? I knew Carla would not say no to me. She never said no to me, no matter what I asked of her. But there was a reason for it. She wouldn't say no because she couldn't stand the thought of me being with someone else. The relationship we had was that way. The two of us had both turned 18 six months before. Carla was exactly seven days older than me, and always liked to remind me that she'd be the first one to reach legal drinking age, as if that made a difference for Carla. As young as we were, I don't think we really understood the dynamics of our relationship and what it meant for us then, or in our futures. We just knew that there was something short of actual electricity between us just by occupying the same room. This was a time in our lives where labels didn't really exist. We were both small town girls trying to exist in a world that didn't quite seem right, and yet we really didn't know what it was that was wrong. It wasn't the two of us, we knew that. It was that the rest of the world was out of sync with us. Everyone who knew us knew we were practically inseparable, but no one knew the true extent of how close we were. "Goddamnit, T. you know I can't say no when you ask like that. Besides, if I leave you alone, there's no telling what kind of trouble you'll get into." Giggling like the school girl I was, I thanked her, told her I loved her and to be at the house at 6:00 so that we could dress together. She was prompt as always and already dressed to kill in a white pant suit that only served to accent her lush curves and flaming curls. As usual. She was bra-less, and her very dark pink nipples were not-so-subtle shadows beneath the white blouse she wore. I always envied the color of her nipples, how they teased through her blouses, daring you to stare at them. She went straight to my closet, looking through it for just the "right" outfit, and I knew before she completed her search that it would be a dress or a skirt, and I was right. Black knit sweater material, skirt, matching sweater with three bright pink stripes across my breasts, nude stockings, black garter belt, dark pink panties and bra, black fuck-me pumps, earrings... Carla always liked that particular outfit. She said it made me look like a delicacy all wrapped up, waiting to be opened and slowly enjoyed. Even today, she has an effect on the clothes I choose, things that I know she would have chosen for me, not so much because I loved dressing up for her, but because she was always so good at choosing the most flattering things. The guys were right on time. Steve introduced Henry to me and Carla and then we were on our merry way. Steve and I were in the front seat, Carla and Henry in the back, but I sat so that I could see her face and let her know I had not forgotten her. She was not happy about being in the company of this young man, but for me, she turned on the charm and within minutes this guy was like everyone else who ever met her, simply lost in her words, her actions, wanting to please her in hopes he'd get to see those nipples outside of that blouse before the night was over. That look of hunger was all over his face. She and I just exchanged knowing glances with each other without saying a word. Carla was not the least bit interested in men. She dated from time to time, but always on a double date with me and whatever guy had captured my attention at the time. It was a double life that I led, not her. And she went down every path with me, dark or light, waiting for me to figure it all out. She certainly wasn't making things easy on me, but then it was never her intent to do so. The plans for this evening were simple; dinner and a movie. We were all under the legal drinking age, so the choices were slim as to what we could do. Dinner at a local favorite restaurant was good. The conversation was nice, everything flowed wonderfully and as we left the restaurant, no one could seem to decide on a movie. Nothing was playing that any of us were overly excited about, and someone made the suggestion of simply going back to Steve's place and watching movies there or playing cards; something that wouldn't require two hours of sitting in a dark theater. Everyone agreed, so we piled into the car and made the drive to Steve's place. Steve's parents had money. Lots of money, and Steve had his own apartment above the garage at his parents' house, so we were pretty much alone, the four of us, in this fairly nice sized apartment. Steve was like every other guy I ever dated, a passing fancy. This is what we were supposed to do, date boys. It was what was expected, and I, the good little girl I was supposed to be, did what was expected. He was a nice guy, but Carla knew he didn't have a snowball's chance in hell. Well, at least not with her around. The layout of the apartment was such that the entire front half was living room and kitchen. A small hallway down the side nearest the living room took you to a large bedroom and a decent sized bathroom. The bathroom was between the bedroom and living room. We made ourselves at home as Steve and Henry took care of drinks and tried to decide which movie to watch, or what we would do. Carla and I were seated together on the couch. She was leaning back, her legs crossed like a man, and me, as always, leaning forward, never able to just relax. Her fingers were toying with the ends of my long hair, which was always worn down, hanging nearly to my waist, because she insisted that it be that way. No words were spoken, just the electricity of her touch against my back sending the most wicked thoughts to my brain. I knew what she was thinking because of the way she touched me. Carla whispered something about trying to liven the party and I immediately shivered, not having a clue to what she was up to, but knowing her enough to know that I was going to be the one in trouble despite her earlier protest to accompany me to keep me out of trouble. I stood and excused myself and headed for the bathroom to get away from her and give myself a chance to play a combat strategy, but that wasn't to be. I guess I should not have been surprised that Carla followed. As we entered the bathroom she shut the door behind us and locked it. I started to speak, but almost at once her mouth was on mine, her fingers tangled in my hair as she kissed me. I raised my hands to push her back, to protest, but I knew that would not work with her. It never did. It only made her more determined. She groaned against my mouth as her hand slipped beneath my sweater, cupping my breast and toying with my nipple, and then the sweater was off, the bra unclasped and her mouth upon first one nipple, then the other, biting, licking and sucking. I could do nothing more than grasp her thick red hair and hold on, knowing where she was headed and wanting her to stop and not stop all at the same time. Her leg was between my thighs, her hips grinding against mine, pressing her thigh against my sex. Over and over I groaned, "No, Carla", but my protests fell on deaf ears as her hands slid down and grasped my skirt, pulling it down around my feet. Her hand slid between my thighs, inside my panties and those slender, always cool fingertips grazed my clit. I knew we could probably be heard outside the bathroom. I knew they were wondering what was going on. I tried to remain quiet, to not make any noise, and as if she could read my mind, she sank her teeth into my nipple, forcing me to yelp in surprise. She laughed as her mouth moved to the other nipple and my legs parted farther when her fingers began sliding downward between already wet lips. I knew these moments well. I knew her goal was for them to hear us. I whispered, "no no no I won't" even as her fingers slid inside me and she whispered "yes yes yes" against my nipple. "Please, Carla, don't do this." "Please, Carla, don't do this." She mimicked back at me as she bit at my stomach in tiny little bites, making a trail all the way down my stomach and around my panties. My fingers were tangled in her hair, and the harder I tried to pull her head away the more she bit at me, making me squeal in frustration and anger, and yes, in need. She stood straight, slid my panties down and pushed me back against the sink cabinet until my hips were resting on the edge. It was over. I was hers to do with as she pleased, but she knew that already, she always knew that. My thighs parted wide. She went to her knees in front of me, two of her fingers once more inside me doing those nimble little finger wiggles that always drove me nuts, touching hot little places that left me trembling and weak. That first contact of mouth to clit was almost more than I could bear. I was sucking my lower lip to keep from moaning, from making noises as two of her long, slender fingers probed, teased, sliding in and out of me while her mouth and tongue concentrated on my clit. I was writhing; my own pressure on my lower lip intense as I remained determined not to let them hear me. But that wasn't what she wanted. She loved to hear me, and hear me she would. Her fingers now numbering three began to fuck in and out as hard as she could. Her teeth scraped over my clit, daring me not to cry out, and I barely whimpered. She sank her teeth into my clit, holding that tiny, sensitive nub between them, rolling it between them and I could stand it no more, screaming, "Please NO." That being the effect she was looking for she released her hold and once more began that slow, nerve wracking tongue flick that she had down to perfection. I could not have pushed her away had I wanted to. They could have ripped the door off the bathroom and I would not have moved. My entire being was focused on that mouth – HER mouth, and her hand. It didn't matter anymore that they might hear me as her fingers turned, her hand changed directions and now her thumb was probing at my ass while the rest of her fingers of that hand were inside me. She began to alternate fucking me, her finger in, thumb out, thumb in, fingers out, until I was writhing, pushing against her, not caring about anything but what she was doing to me. I heard voices in the hallway, whispers "what are they doing"... "shhhh just listen!" My attempts to quiet my whimpers only made her sucking more intense, her fingers probe deeper, her intent more determined and I knew I was riding the edge. She did too, as my hips suddenly grew still and my fingers tightened their grip in her long mane, now pulling her closer instead of trying to force her away. As wave after wave rushed through my body to my clit, to my cunt, soaking the hand that was trying to force its entire way inside my body I cursed her with every breath, every moan and she simply growled back at me in response as her mouth moved from clit to petals, determined to collect every drop of cum that had soaked he hand, my body, the cabinet beneath me. When she was satisfied with my release, when she had taken me where she wanted me to go, she finally eased her torture, rising to stand between my still parted thighs. Her hand cupped my sex, softly caressing as her mouth sought mine, kissing me for the longest time, and then finally, helping me redress. When we had "straightened" ourselves and I finally regained some control of my legs and knees, she took me by the hand and led me out of the bathroom and back into the living room where our dates waited. They were sitting there, trying to pretend they were watching TV. As we walked into the room, Steve looked up, red-faced and said, "What was taking so long." I was standing behind Carla, and he could not see my face, thankfully, as she responded with, "Do you have any popcorn?" Carla I'd been working on a training draft proposal for a few hours and thought I was finally getting somewhere. The PC was just becoming available in government offices, and those that were handy were normally found at the department level. I had asked for, and gotten permission to use the department secretary's computer, which was located across the hall from the department's customer service desk. The only time I was allowed to use it was after normal work hours, and was forced to adjust my day to working the night shift. Carla didn't really work for anyone; she was one of those individuals that couldn't quite cut it in her primary job, and the powers that be didn't want to just get rid of her (and then lose her on the roster with no replacement). So, she was assigned the customer service desk job and came split her month by working during the day every other week, alternating to the evening shift the following week. It was a solution that just about everybody liked; the crews didn't have to take a qualified body and put them on 'the desk', and Carla no longer had to face training and poor performance reports. I will say this much for her, though; Carla worked whatever job she was assigned to the best of her abilities, and did an outstanding job on 'the desk'. At almost six feet tall, with a great set of legs and an ass that just begs to be watched, Carla sported short strawberry blonde hair to make it easier in keeping with regulations. While she wasn't pretty, she exuded sensuality, even when wearing coveralls, talking in a soft, smoky voice, using a minimum of makeup to accentuate her looks. I'd say her breasts were about the size of large apples, and she work bras that gave her a bit of cleavage. Today she was wearing an off white button down blouse and dark skirt that came just above her knees. Whenever she needed to go back to the service desk, I'd be watching her ass, trying to guess what type of undergarments she had on. I knew she had two kids, but one would be hard pressed to believe it; she had a trim figure and a magnificent ass. I couldn't see a panty line, so I was guessing she was wearing pantyhose with built in panties, or she had a thong on. Things were slow this night and Carla kept wandering over to the office I was in to chat. She kept breaking my train of thought whenever she came by, and I was starting to get frustrated with her. Even with pointed comments that I was busy, Carla seemed to not take the hint and leave me alone; I wanted to get this thing finished, or at least the draft. When she came to the door, I ignored her and continued my work, grunting an acknowledgement to whatever she was saying. With what happened next, all I can think is Carla doesn't like to be ignored... I was focused, as much as I could, on writing the next section of the draft. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Carla step away from the doorframe and come into the office, walking behind me to plop her butt on the left side of the desk. I was a bit surprised by this, but kept working, trying to figure out what she was up to. She skootched back, sliding her ass until the backs of her legs touched the side of the desk. She made no attempt to adjust her skirt. At this point I gave up, pushed back from the computer and turned slightly to face her, looking up at her smiling eyes. 'You know, it's not very polite to ignore someone talking to you.' The smile moved down to her coral pink lips, which curled up a bit. 'I'm bored to tears over there and I really don't want to talk to the security guy any more. He makes me uncomfortable.' 'How does he do that, Carla?" I'd just finished brushing something from my shirt and, as my eyes moved up to see her face, I noticed her legs were slightly separated. From the angle I was sitting, I couldn't see much past her lower thigh, but I did notice the pattern of the pantyhose she was wearing. My gaze lingered a bit as I was trying to figure a way to discretely move over a bit to see further up her skirt. 'He does things like that...what you just did, look at my legs. You know I can see your reflection in the glass over by the desk? I saw you watching my ass every time I went back over there." Her smile got a little bigger, and she leaned back on her hands, causing her blouse to tighten over her chest. I couldn't help but see the design and pattern of her bra. "He'd do that, too. Look at my tits." "...er." I figured I just might be in a bit of trouble over this. We'd already had a couple of guys counseled or fired for sexual harassment. I was trying to remember if she had anything to do with either of those cases. 'I apologize, Carla. If you stay over on your side of the hallway, I'll just get back to what I'm working on.' 'I don't mind. Really. But he gave me a creepy feeling when I spent more than a few minutes over there. I don't know what it is about him, but I'd rather talk with you...if you don't mind.' '...uhhh...' What was going on here? With the pressure on guys to watch what they do and/or say when it comes to women, I stopped trying to interpret, or read between the lines. 'I'm at a loss here, Carla. What exactly are you saying? You come over here, sit on this desk, and act provocatively. I can't help but notice your legs, or your breasts, when you put yourself in that pose.' She leaned forward, which caused a gap to appear in her blouse. Being a guy, my eyes were immediately drawn to the sudden appearance of once hidden flesh. I do love peek-a-boo flashes some women inadvertently give. 'I think what is it about the security guy is his...blatantness? Is that a word? Anyway, he thinks just because I was talking to him we could maybe go off someplace and, you know, do something.' 'Well, that puts me on my toes, to say the least! You're sending me some sort of signal here, Carla, and I'm kind of confused. Did you go sit on his desk, like that, when he brought this up? If he did, then you led him on.' 'Are you leading me on? Or just being a tease?' 'I don't tease, or, I should say I don't mean to tease.' She leaned back again like before, and I saw her legs shift apart a bit more. 'I guess I do tease, but only when it's being appreciated.' That brought me back to paying attention to her face, trying to read what she was getting at. 'When I tease, though, it's usually to a pay off of some kind. That's only fair, don't you think?' 'I agree with that. But, don't you think everyone involved should know the rules to play the game? Or even if there is a game on?' I still didn't know where this was going, but I was done working for the night. If she was just being a prick tease, then I was going to just leave and take my growing woody with me. I'd figure out other work arrangements to keep some distance between us after this. 'Okay. Here goes; do you want to play games with me?' Right after she said this, Carla made it a point for me to see her shift her butt a bit, spreading her thighs a bit more. I'd say her knees were a good three or four inches apart by now...and I still didn't have a clear shot. But, damn, I was seeing well up her skirt at her thigh. Mr. Happy was really starting to wake up, only to discover he was sort of bent up and needing to be shifted around to be really Happy. 'That's pretty straight forward, don't you think?' she leaned forward again. 'But, I want you to know I'm really a private person. What I do or say is for me, and those I chose to play with.' 'I'm a very private person, too, and very cautious. The last thing I want, or need is problems at home, or work.' I was trying to adjust myself without seeming to, hoping she didn't notice what I was doing. 'You like this, don't you? I can tell you can't see very far up my skirt, but that hasn't stopped you from looking. And just being able to see a part of me no one else normally sees, except my husband, turns you on, doesn't it?' I took a big mental step, and looked in her eyes, 'Carla, I deliberately avoid hints. I ignore them when I think I hear them. I've never been any good at interpreting them, and have had to get my foot removed from one orifice or another because I read the hint wrong. So, what exactly are you looking for here, right now?' She shifted toward me a bit. I just knew I could look down and right up her thighs to her pantyhose covered crotch, if I looked that is. I kept my eyes on her face though. 'You can look, Bob, it'll give you something to do while we talk about the game.' That was all I needed, the green light to ogle at this woman who was pretty much flaunting herself at me. It turns out she's not wearing pantyhose! At first I couldn't figure out what she was wearing, but my eyes had an unobstructed view of her trimmed pussy hair (she was a natural!). 'Surprised? I took off my thong a little while ago when I decided to talk to you about this game. I had to make a couple more trips to the ladies room just to wipe up some of the juices that kept building up while I got my nerve up to approach you, Bob. Can you see me there? Let me open up a little more.' With that she shifted again, dropping one foot on the corner of my chair, causing her skirt to ride up just past midthigh. 'Here are the rules, or at least the ones I need to be comfortable with this. One, no one must ever know.' 'Agreed. I have too much at stake, so do you. I don't know how far this goes, but I don't think I want to screw this up. Damn, Carla, you have big lips, with just enough hair to make it very edible.' 'I can smell me. I used to think guys would find it offensive, but the older I get the more I realize guys like the smell of a hot cunt. And some girls, too.' I quickly looked up, seeing her eyes glint and her smile broaden at my reaction. Come on, what guy doesn't fantasize about two women together? 'Two, I can only play at work, or at work related functions. My husband keeps tight control over me...or at least he things he does. I have to be home within a few minutes of leaving work, so, whatever happens or goes on, does so here, or the other building.' Carla was playing with the buttons on her blouse. The top one was now undone, and she was playing with the second, having her fingers slip under the material ever once in a while to stroke her breast. Our department has another facility about a mile down the road, so I knew what building she was talking about. It's where my office and the other division offices are located. 'That could be a problem, but I can work with it. I'll think of where we can get together and let you know. Don't think I'm being forward right now, but I've just got to adjust myself here.' Carla smiled at that and watched as I moved my ever stiffening hard on to a more comfortable position. 'I love watching a man touch himself. That's one of the rules of the game, Bob; you have to play with yourself sometimes.' She moved to stand up, 'I need to take a trip to the ladies room. I'll be back in a minute.' She started walking around the desk and toward the door. I started to mention her unbuttoned top, but saw she wasn't going through the door, just standing there, looking around. She came back to me and leaned on the arm of my chair. My gaze went from her face to the opening of her blouse. I had a clear view of both her bra encased breasts; her bra covering most of her, but pushing them up and in to give her tits great shape. 'I wanted you to see my tits before I left. You've been sitting there staring at my pussy during our conversation, and my girls wanted some attention, too. I know they're small, but my nipples are very sensitive, Bob. Do you like sucking and biting tits?' With that she stood up again and turned partially facing the doorway. 'Rule Three, I get to tease all I want when I want. I love making a man hard, knowing I'm the one who is making the tent in his pants. Don't worry, Bob, I'll get you off, as many times as I can get away with here at work. Put your hand up my skirt, Bob, no one's near the desk or in the hall right now. Feel how hot my cunt is.' I was on cloud nine! What a change in what I expected at work tonight. Here's a woman who has no inhibitions to fucking around at work. I placed my hand on her right calf, cupping the back of her leg, feeling the stocking covering her flesh. She moved her left leg as far as her skirt allowed, giving me room to move up her leg. 'Your hands are soft, Bob. Be prepared to drop your hand if I start to move away. If I do, it'll be because someone is coming...not to be confused with one of US cumming.' As I slowly moved my hand up, feeling the firmness of her thigh, Carla continued with the rules. 'Number Four, we tell each other our experiences. I want to hear how you learned about sex, what you've done, and where. Stop avoiding my pussy, Bob.' I'd moved my hand up past her thigh and onto her ass. It was a delightful mix of firm and soft. Running my middle finger along her center division, I slowly came into contact with her wet pussy. Carla moaned softly...her breathing was becoming shallow, almost a soft pant. 'Number Five, I have to let you finger me whenever you want – anywhere you want. You don't have to ask, just tell me your desires and I'll find a way to be available to you.' Hearing that I quickly started pushing my finger between her cunt lips. She had a large clit that I bumped a couple of times adjusting my hand. 'Oh, you like that idea. I just saw your dick jump in you pants. Don't take it out, but stroke it for me. I can see a wet spot on you pants.' I did, rubbing the top of my pants until I reached my balls, I cupped then gently squeezing them before moving my hand back up the shaft. 'Put another finger inside me, Bob. One of these days I want you to put all your fingers in me. I've tried to get my whole hand inside my cunt, but haven't succeeded yet. I read about fisting and want to try it. Your hands look like they would fit.' I don't know how, but Carla is hitting all the right buttons for me. My second wife loved to be fisted, sometimes cumming so hard she'd pass out. It was great for her, and I got extremely turned on by it as well. I really wanted to pull my dick out and jerk off, or something, just to get some relief! Just then she moved back and away from my hand. I understood and shifted and swiveled my chair. In a loud voice Carla said "I'll see if I can find that tech manual and be right back', and was out the door. I hadn't heard any footsteps, nor saw anyone, but whatever she saw or heard was enough for her to go out. I sat there wishing my stiffy would go down, so I could get up. My head was still spinning over what had just transpired. This whole thing was unreal, but I wasn't about to pinch myself and wake up! A few minutes later I heard the click of heels coming down the hall. I wheeled the chair over enough to look, and saw Carla walking toward me, some manual in hand. I stayed in that position, watching how she walked, seeing her smile get bigger. She looked causally around and reached up to her blouse, and began unbuttoning it. The hall is a good 100 feet long with several office doors on either side. Most were unused this time of day, but one or two had to have someone working in them. As I watched the material separate more with each loose button, I prayed no one walked out to see what I was see....or was it more a prayer someone would step out as she walked by? Just as she reached the doorway, her blouse undone to the waist, Carla moved the latch between the bra cups, opening it. She leaned onto the arm of my chair and I got an unobstructed view of her tits hanging loosely in her blouse. Her nipples were about a half inch long, puckered and very hard. 'Put your hand up to my pussy again, Bob. I have a surprise for you. Do you like the looks of my nipples? I went into the bathroom and pulled and pinched them until they got this size. I had to wipe the cunt juices running down my thigh before I could come back out. The tops of my stockings are soaked! Can you feel that? Put your finger inside.....that's my thong; pull it out...slowly....ooooooh, god yeah that feels good.' 'I want you to go into the bathroom and jerk off on them.' (Continued) Carla This is a grown up story for grown up people. If you're under 18 please don't read this. If you don't like to read stories about transsexual people, please don't read on. I have spent some time writing this story so please do not reproduce this in part or whole without my permission. I am happy to give permission if asked nicely. Please let me know what you think of it, as all comments are welcome. I lay on the bed naked. My cock was hard and my hand was down at my ass and my fingers were teasing with my asshole. "I want you in here" I purred And I slid my first finger into my lubricated ass. I gasped and savored the sensation as it slid all the way into me smoothly. My cock twitched and with a sigh I pulled my finger out and re-entered with two. I was hot and horny. I had been waiting all day for my lover to return and now she was standing in the doorway of our room and I wanted her - I had enough of stroking my cock and fantasizing about her fucking me. I spread my legs so she could see me finger fucking myself and went for it, imaging it was her cock instead. My moaning reached her and she bit her lower lip very slowly and I saw her stroke her crotch. She reached under her skirt and adjusted her panties so her cock was freed of its constraints, but still I could see, before her skirt fell down to be ridiculously tented, caged within her black lace panties. She was always best when caught like this - faced by a heaving mass of sexual need needing some hard passionate fucking she always met my need with equal ferocity and lust. I had lived with Carla for a year now, and met her 6 months before. We lived on the same floor in a block of flats in London, and she had caught my eye, and I had evidently caught hers. She was short and very cute - perfect short black bobbed hair that framed her classically beautiful face with large round bambi eyes and full lips. Her body was curvaceous, and promised much. It was only after two dates that I ended up at her flat and she gave me the first of many blowjobs - after much foreplay. She had set the now understandable ground rules that she led the pace and I, young and Impressionable, had honored that. I left elated and could barely wait to see her again The next date her attention began to include my ass, initially subtle touches and licks that could just be mistakes, but I was excited and intrigued and if I had found someone who had no issues with my ass I wasn't going to stop them - and so I moved my body and moaned when she touched down there and soon I was getting fully rimmed and then as she sucked me off she was finger fucking me. She was good, and I was obviously wired for it, because I disappeared off this planet and became someone else, someone whose only goal was to have their ass filled with her fingers. I orgasmed like I never had before - a full body orgasm - a little death and by that time I didn't care that she wasn't sucking my cock any more - I came without it. As I lay shuddering on the bed she came alongside me and held me, stroking my head. Eventually when I had returned to earth I looked imploring at her and begged "this doesn't make me weird does it" She laughed and said "not at all. I can see we are going to have a lot of fun together my sweet. I am going to make you very happy" Emboldened by what she said I offered to give her pleasure and she demurred and said next time baby whilst she slid her hand down to my ass and gently toyed with it The following night we met for a date. I was buzzing with the promise of another blowjob - well really anal orgasm - and to get to do things to her. We met in a bar and she looked radiant. She was wearing a short summer dress, modest heels and a loose t-shirt that plunged at the neck exposing the top of her breasts. Her lips were deep red and her hair glossy and smooth. All the men?s eyes followed her. We only had one drink - our sexual chemistry lured us back to her home quickly with no pretext. We got back, touching each other, my hand running up her skirt and being pushed down and we drank a deep kiss at her door. She was an aggressive kisser and her tongue pushed deep into my mouth as if she wanted to consume me. I was not used to this - normally I would lead - but hey it turned me on. I wanted this women and I wanted her to control me. Inside we tore off each other?s t-shirts and her breasts fell free. Wow I thought, I've going to get all access. I began stroking and kissing her breasts and her hands stroked my back occasionally caressing my buttocks - gently but firmly reminding me of where they had been the night before. I pushed back against her hand indicating I wanted that. Our mouths connect and we kissed deeply and moved to the couch. She pushed me down, and lay next to me and we continued kissing her tongue pushing deep into me. I was hard and pressing against my jeans as her hand found my bulge and squeezed it tightly. I began to smooth my hands over her legs, moving higher towards my target. She paused, and then leant back and spread her legs. My hand glided upwards and I stroked her inner thighs, gently circling until I reached her panties - a delicious satin feeling. She was moaning with anticipation and then I pushed up. It was strange and I hesitated. She stopped, looked me in the eyes and said, "yes it is. try it. I think you will like it" I began to trace her cock through her panties. I was horny caught up and I got a thrill from this. I couldn't tell how hard it was at first - but it felt good, some powerful creature contained in satin. It seemed to be growing and she reached down and lifted her skirt and reaching for her panties said - do you want to see? I nodded my assent. She stood up and dropped her skirt. Her black satin panties were tented by her semi erect cock and one of her balls hung outside. she looked magnificent. She turned around, showing me her smooth rounded arse, with her g-string dividing it cutely. She wiggled her ass and her hand was clearly stroking her cock in front, then after a minute or so of this she turned around with her cock swinging, panties hooked to one side and her balls hanging low. It was an awesome sight - her cock was large and proud and her balls thick and creamy. I gasped. She smiled - you like what you see? she said, and then she approached me and sat down on the side of the couch. She took one of my hands and guided it to her cock, and wrapping my fingers around it, she began to stroke herself, pulling my hand up and down with it. She really got into it, leaning back and letting her hips thrust with the strokes. Then she gradually loosened her grip and I, momentarily lost, tighten my grip and carried on the stroking. It was a lovely feeling as my hand slid up and down her hard cock. I was captivated, and even stopped stroking her to feel her balls. It was lovely to feel them - so big and heavy in my hands. Breaking the rhythm caused her to recollect herself and she leaned forward and gave me a deep passionate kiss, whilst reattaching my hand to her cock. As her kiss continued, I found myself more keen to please her and increased my speed on her cock. She leant away from me and smiled. Hello she said as her hand caressed my face and head. Then she stood up and moved me so she could take off my jeans - thank god my cock was as hard as its ever been and it needed the room. She stroked it a couple of times then got me to lie down and lay next to me. Quickly she had both our cocks in her hand rubbing against each other. Our pre-cum mixed and we pushed our hard cocks together. Looking me in the eye she began to slide her hand up and down. It was incredible - although a bit disconcerting to realize her cock was wider and longer than mine. I leaned in hungry for her, and we began to kiss, her free arm encircling my head and neck, pulling me into her embrace. We kissed and rubbed like this for ages, her soft sighs mixing with my moans of enjoyment. After a while, I noticed her hand leave our cocks - it didn?t matter we were sandwiched between each other - and she began to explore my ass. "Trust me" she whispered in my ear, and then grasped my leg and pulled it over her body, exposing my ass more. Her hand quickly shifted back and began to lightly brush my hole. I picked up my thrusting against her cock in my anticipation and I think I heard her chuckle kindly. Her finger pressed against me and I pushed back and felt the pressure increase on my hole. This continued for a while, her fingers pressure ebbing and flowing, pushing in different directions, all divine and then on one push back she pushed her finger out straight and she entered me. Kissing me still, she took control and stopped me moving and her finger explored me, curling inside me and then moving up and down. I was almost rigid with the intensity of the experience, and was only shaken back into organic life as her finger left then two entered. This was too much, and with her tongue deep inside me passionately dominating my mouth, her fingers pushing into my ass and my cock rubbing against her hard cock, I exploded in one juddering climax, calling out a guttural sound. My body relaxed and she kissed me softly on the lips, slowing her fingers to a gentle throb inside me. God you are hot she said, and kissed me again. I moaned and gently rotated me ass, doubling the sensations. I think I dozed off for a while following such an intense orgasm, and came too lying on the sofa, covered in a blanket, and I could hear the shower running. I felt dislocated, aroused and disappointed that she wasn't there. My ass was buzzing, I could feel it had been used and it still felt good, if wrong. All I could do was lie there, enjoying the feeling - slightly otherworldly- of what I had just experienced, and listen to the water coursing from the shower change as her body shifted under its strong flow. I imagined her full breasts sparkling as the water droplets slid along her smooth tanned skin and her hands caressing them, shifting the weight around as she smoothed soap over them, playing with her nipples as they did, and then my mind moved to her hard proud cock and smooth bulbous balls and I shuddered with raw desire. Trapped in this world of possibilities time barely moved as I dreamt of what she was and I was only interrupted from my absent minded lusts when the shower abruptly cut off, and I heard her drying her self. I started to try and rise and was struggling to a sitting position, the blanket covering my hard cock as she walked in and brightly announced herself "hello lover' and bent over to kiss my lips. I was horny and hungrily opened my mouth to receive her kiss. She giggled a beautiful girlish sound, and put her finger over my lips. Pressing it onto me she told me to be patient. She stepped back and said, 'you've had your run, now it?s my turn, and I want you to suck my cock'. Her towel was draped over her waist loosely, her breasts hanging free. I murmured my assent and she thrust her hips forward so the material from the towel was rubbing against my face. I could feel her hard cock beneath it, and tried to engulf it my mouth through the material, which was hard. She ground it against my face and then let go of the towel, which swung down so it was just held by her cock. My hand hesitantly lifted and began to draw it away until her cock, freed, bounced up in all its magnificence and lay level with my mouth. I leant forward and kissed it. Then licked it, whilst my hand now reached and grasped the heavy sacks between her legs, stroking them as the weight in my hand ebbed and flowed. She moaned, and it compelled me to open my mouth and take her glistening head into my mouth. Time stood still as my mouth accommodated her and I tentatively sucked it. Her cock was warm in my mouth and tasted clean and fleshy. I tentatively slid it further in, and found my mouth stretching slightly to accommodate her. her hand rested gently on my head, stroking my hair slowly and kindly guiding me further onto her cock. I raised my hand from her heavy balls and grasped the base of her cock, protecting me from its full length and began to rock my head back and forth on the first 3-4 inches. My mouth began to produce saliva and I closed my eyes to concentrate "oh no my lover. you need to look into my eyes" and she reached under my chin and tilted my head upwards. I had to drop off the couch onto my knees so I could comfortably do this, and I began to suck again gazing into her face and eyes. Her eyes implored me to suck her deeper into my mouth, to give her pleasure and gave me instant feedback on how well I was doing. It was intense and I felt so keen to serve her, give her pleasure and I began to moan as her cock slid in and out of my mouth. She licked her lips and bent down, her cock pulling away from my mouth, and as I lent forward to keep it close, she grasped my head and tilted it up so she could kiss me. her lips opened up my mouth and her tongue delved deep inside it and I gave it up to her and let her enter me deeply, my body stretching up to let her reach deeper inside. I was hers. The kiss carried on for a long while, and then she drew back, kissed me firmly on the lips and with a girlish giggle, pulled my head into position and with a smooth thrust straightened up and her cock pushed back into my mouth, but alarmingly deep. She stopped just as I went rigid with fear, and pulled out. Then back in again. I was out of control, and her cock thrust back and forth, right to the point where my throat began to spasm, and over a few minutes I realized I was making a strangled gulping sound each time she was inside me. It was right on the edge of what I could bear, and she took it further by halting at her deepest thrust and then releasing her grip on my head just enough that I could move back and forth on her cock. I wanted her cock, that much I knew, but I wanted it easier than the face fucking, so I tried so hard to give her great head - I didn't want it out of my mouth After a while she pulled her cock back from me, and I think I pouted in disappointment. She laughed " you aren't finished yet baby, but you need a lot of practice - I love being deep-throated, and I think we are going to spend a lot of time together for you to perfect that' With that she sat on the couch, lifting one foot so it was on the couch next to her, tilting her hard cock over the opposite hip. Leaning back into the couch she beckoned to me, and I lay on the couch next to her and whilst I grasped her thick cock and stroked it I leant in and kissed her. she kissed me with the passion I could feel pulsing through her hard pole and then, as my hunger for her cock grew, fed by her passionate kissing, I moved my head on her belly so her cock slid comfortably into my mouth. her hand rested on the side of my face, holding my head in position and then as I began to move my head back and forth sucking on her hard thick cock, she began to gently rock her hips. This had a different pace to before and was much more consensual and safe, and I began to enjoy her cock properly and took her deeper and could test how far I could take her. As I was focused on this, I felt her hand leave my head and drift down my back to my ass and begin to tease it. her fingers slipped inside me and began to gently fuck me. I rocked back and forth against her finger fucking willingly taking her cock further into my mouth, sucking it harder and more intently. Her cock began to swell, but I hardly noticed that as I thrust back and forth like a crazed animal and then her legs began to stiffen, and her moans became louder and rawer, and then her come erupted out of her cock into my mouth, jetting deep into my throat. I was barely prepared for the assault and became to splutter and swallow the warm juices coating my throat and tongue. Her hips juddered and then calmed, and I got to slowly suck her now sensitive cock and capture the rest of her come. I began to gently suck her cock, in what later I would reflect on as a languid manner, enjoying the size and girth of her cock as it pulled in and out of my mouth. I sucked on the head tightly and felt her stiffen and then instinctively she pulled my head from her cock, scrunching her cock as far back as she could from me "oh stop you little devil. that?s enough" she gasped, and then she stroked my face and head tenderly and pulled me up for a deep kiss. "If only you hadn't swallowed it, we could have shared it" she mused coquettishly and patted my ass. "Now that was sweet my darling - I think you will give me a lot of pleasure. I hope you enjoyed it?" "Aha" I murmured becoming aware that I had come too onto her couch, and I bent down and kissed the head of her cock tenderly. And then like a little slut I looked at her "its so big, your cock, so lovely" and I pouted again. She laughed kindly. "Its not bad is it? I've seen bigger, but I like mine. I'm sure you are wondering, so I'll spare you asking - its 9 inches long, and its thick baby. I will fuck you in the ass with it lots, but you aren't ready yet - I want your first time to be wonderful" I could only look at her mutely as she contemplated this. She scared me not just with the physical implications of her musings, but also with the question that hadn't really troubled me until now - I guess I had been otherwise occupied. What did this mean about my sexuality? She looked at my face intently, and seemed to read my mind. "Don't worry baby. Gender and sexuality is a journey for everyone - I should know. You are finding out a lot about yourself quickly. I promise you, you won't do anything you really don't want to do. You shouldn't worry about your ass and being turned on about that - all men have a prostrate and its wired down there for pleasure - truly! Explore it, and embrace it. I have and you won't regret it - it?s the only way to experience deep orgasms" I murmured something - too afraid to speak really, I didn't know what I would give away about myself. She stroked my head again and kissed me on the lips, more chastely now. "Most things in life are on a spectrum. Straight or gay, top or bottom, dominant or submissive - we all have the capacity to be both, and we all are. You are finding out a bit more about your calibration" I muttered something vague about how I understood what she was trying to say. She kissed me again, more deeply. I felt my fear subside slightly. She leant back, holding my face in both hands "I hope you have enjoyed what we have done, and don't have any regrets. I want to spend lots more time with you. Lots. I can show you things you have never imagined, and we can have lots of fun. But only how and when you want. You can trust me" I paused and she looked searchingly at me. I didn't know what to say, so I leant in and kissed her strongly on the lips. We stayed like this, me in her arms, lying on the couch kissing and stroking each other for another hour, until I had to go to the bathroom. She followed me and spanked me on the ass as I went in. "ill fix us some food lover" We ate a lot in her kitchen. I was hungry. And horny. This wasn't helped by the short silk dressing gown she wore, that kept revealing her breasts or groin, her cock swinging low and heavy. We talked, but less intimately, more about her history than what I wanted. She was frank and open. And seductive, telling me about her sexual awakening and her sexuality. And then when we retired to her longue with some wine, she sat next to me on the couch. She leaned into me and began to talk, whilst stroking my body and my crotch. " As you may have guessed I am more inclined to be dominant, and more so than you, I think. I love fucking and giving pleasure and I like doing it a lot. If you let me have my way with you, I will fuck you alot and you will come to love my cock and it filling your mouth or your ass. I know how to fuck a man, as I have been fucked and know what feels good but I am going to make this gentle on you - it will take a while for your ass to get used to me, and so before I take your virginity, I am going to show you how good it can feel using some toys until you are ready. And I am going to let you fuck me. But here's the deal - once you have fucked me, you can only fuck me again when you can take my cock like I will take yours inside me. And believe me that will be sometime" Carla She had tapped into some submissive core inside me. I was so turned on being talked to - no, told to - like that, and I felt my lips soften and fill, my mouth became moist with saliva and my lower lip jutted out slightly. She smiled and kissed me, gently then harder. She broke off the kiss and drained her wine glass, stood up and took my hand. Her cock was semi erect and pushing out of her dressing gown. "Come on" she said " lets go next door and you can fuck me" Carla I Carla and I had been at the cabin for a full day all by ourselves. We were supposed to meet our friends John and Alice here, but they had been delayed a few days because of weather. So, we had a quiet dinner together, shared a bottle of wine and talked of old times. We have been friends forever, well, actually we were born on the same day, in the same hospital, at nearly the same time. Our mothers had become fast friends and so we practically grew up together. Over the years since childhood we had drifted away, if not apart, from one another. And I had thought about that. Why had her and I never gotten together. I guess I was not attracted to her in that way when we were younger, though I don't know why not. She certainly was not ugly. well, she wasn't pretty either, when you got right down to it. But that was not the issue. We were great friends, we knew each other pretty well, and we had shared much of our lives together in one way or the other - just not in a sexual way. In every other intimate way we were very close - or so I thought. Our birthday was coming up and our plan was to just go to my cabin, do some fishing and boating and hiking and such, have some good conversations and some card games for a couple of weeks - you know just hang out. It had been her idea to invite our friends, Jim and Carol, whom we had known for nearly as long as we had known each other. Jim was my best friend and Carol was Carla's best friend, and it was weird that when they met, it was as if they had known each other forever. They were inseparable from that point on. The way she had put the idea to me seemed a little out of character for her, I thought at the time and then promptly forgot about it. And so we made our plans. I had stopped by her house a few hours away from where I lived and she was waiting for me on her front porch, unlit joint in one hand and her suitcase handle in the other. I laughed, then helped her into the car. She hadn't changed that much from the last time I was her a few years ago. She was a short woman, standing at 5'2". As i said she had never been pretty, and the years had not been kind to her. her skin was wrinkled and sagging, her overweight body covered by loose fitting shirt an jeans, she had never taken care of how she dressed or really what she looked like. She had never been married and had never had children, and really, as far as I knew, she had never had sex. It had never been discussed between us. I had been married - for nearly thirty-five years. We had had two children, though our son died when he was 16 in an auto accident. Anne's health began declining after that and cancer took her a several years later. All that time I watched as her health trickled away, trying to find a way to make her healthy, to bring her back to me. She was my life and I could not go on without her. But I had failed and when she finally passed, I was a mess for some time. But Carla was one of the people who helped me get through and continue with my life. And I do love her for that. I always have loved her, actually. I had been laying in bed for about half an hour, just waking up. Finally I got up and put on my robe and tied it over my waist, covering my superhero boxers and went down stairs to start the coffee. What I saw when I got to the kitchen has changed my life forever, and i am sure I will never forget a single detail of that sight, or what followed for as long as I live. Carla was standing at the open fridge with her back to me and squatting down with her fat legs parted and jiggling, one hand at the juncture of her legs and the other holding an 8" long 3 inch thick cucumber with the tip and what looked like the first inch or so of it in her fat asshole. It was the most amazing, erotic sight I had ever witnessed. Here was my lifelong friend, whom I had always thought of as sexless, completely naked, her fat sagging body quivering with carnal lust as she pushed that cucumber deeper into herself. Her other hand was busy at her cunt, I assume, fingering her clitty as I watched. I kept quiet. I wanted to see what she was planning. Almost unconsciously I reached down and pulled out my cock, which was throbbing at this show. As I watched her, she soon had the cucumber completely in her ass and was beginning to fuck herself with it as her other hand worked at her cunt. She began moaning, making sounds I never thought to hear from her throat. It wasn't long before I watched her body spasm with her orgasm. I watched as her chest heaved to catch her breath. I watched as she pushed the cucumber all the way inside herself and then leaned against the open fridge with both hands, her fat body spasming and jerking from time to time. I watched for a few minutes before finally deciding to move this along myself. I cleared my throat and nearly laughed, as she jumped, startled and turned around to see me holding my hard cock openly. She gasped, nearly chocking and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she saw me, her eyes drawn towards my hard, thick 8.5" cock, then back to my face as I watched her struggle to say something. I have to admit that just watching her like that had really turned me on. I watched as her eyes filled with tears and she struggled to find a way to explain this. She seemed to reach the conclusion that there was nothing to say and looked up at me with sad pleading eyes. I really didn't know what to say at this point either. "So, what? Were you just going to cut that up into a salad later and not tell anybody where the cucumber had been?" I tried to put a humorous note in my voice, to make it a joke, but apparently I was not very successful. Carla immediately lost any control she had and burst into tears, collapsing to the floor in a blubbering fat pitiful heap. "I am so sorry," I heard her say through her sobbing. She buried her head in her ample arms and cried hard for a long while. I let her cry for a little before squatting down next to her and putting a hand on her shoulder, trying to offer some amount of comfort. It took a little while, but finally she calmed down to some degree and just started spilling words through her sobs. It was a long and often broken story she told me, and by the time she was done, I realized how badly my choices had affected her life. I felt confused and sad and angry at myself and so many other emotions, that it took me several moments to come to terms with what she said. Pretty much the gist of it was that for as long as she could remember she had been in love with me, but her own low self-esteem would not allow her to make it known to me in any way. She told me of how she tried to compensate by allowing men to use her in more degrading and disgusting ways as time went on. She had never allowed herself to feel anything towards those many men, only that she had to obey their every whim, no matter what. Of course it took several years for her to get to this point - where she had no regard for her own happiness, only the release of the sexual tension she carried with her as if it were her purse. And what I had just seen was her lack of concern at being caught. I thought maybe she had done this on purpose, just to get caught by me, but she would not admit it at that point. As she finished her long terrible story, she looked up at me with pitiful puppy dog eyes, filled with some kind of hope I could not define. My head was spinning and I really could not think straight. And then she shocked me even further. Without a warning, without a word, she got to her hands and knees and crawled over to where I was standing, bent down and kissed each of my feet, then looked up into my eyes. With only a little hesitation she said, "Make me yours, Sir! Please?!!?" I was dumbfounded, speechless. When I didn't answer for a few moments, she went on, "Dan, I have always wanted you. I have needed you. Now all I have left is my need to be with you in any way you will have me. If you don't take me, I have nothing left to live for!" There it was, right out there in the open. This woman, whom I had known since my birth had reached her bottom, the lowest point of her life, as far as she was concerned. I could hear it in her voice and see it on her face. She was just barely hanging on. If I gave the wrong answer now, it would destroy her. Something inside of me clicked, and I knew right then what I had to do. Smiling softly I walked over to her, cupped her chin with one hand, and offered my free hand to her to help her to her knees. Now, I was not ignorant of the D/s lifestyle. Of course I had read about it and even imagined myself as a Dom. But, other than fantasy, nothing like this had ever come to me before. I was not about to let it slip away, and I loved Carla too much to see her going through the emotional wringer anymore. She had suffered greatly through her life and in a way it had been my fault. She needed me, and that was enough. The other thing I realized was that our relationship could never be normal - that of two long-time lovers retiring together at the end of their lives. No, it would never be that. I knew that, and I knew that Carla did not care about that. I could hear that in her voice as well. So, with that I stood up tall and looked down at her. "Is this what you want, Carla," I asked, already knowing the answer. She looked up at me and I saw a smile that was more real on her face than I had seen in years. Her face actually became attractive as she looked into my eyes, nodding desperately as she said yes over and over. Taking the lead from all the porn i had read, I said firmly to her, "Kiss my feet, slave!" Immediately she bent down to accomplish that command and I could hear her sobbing with happiness. When she had kissed both feet far more thoroughly than the first time, she looked up at me with eyes made beautiful in their happiness. I reached down and caressed her fat unattractive face. "Are you giving yourself to me, slave?" "Yes, Dan. Oh God yes - I am yours forever. If you want me," she said, dropping her head at the last statement. "Look up at me, slave!" I commanded. "I will take you, slave. But do not think your life will be easy under my foot. Do you understand? "Yes, Dan," she said softly. I smiled to myself and thought that this just might be fun for me, as I reached down and slapped her fat face sharply. She squealed and fell back, looking up at me in shock. I made the effort to remove any emotion from my face as I looked down on her. Even though I really do love her, I could not let her know that just yet in our relationship. "You will address me as Master from now on, slave," I said harshly. I watched her eyes carefully to see the effects of my statement. There was no change in her demeanor, other than acceptance. I continued on, with a cruel, careless tone in my voice, "You are my slave, my property. You will have no thoughts of your own from now on, other than how you can best please me. As far as I am concerned, you are nothing more than an animal! Do you understand, slave? She nodded her understanding hurriedly, a smile of happy contentment crossing her fat face. I knew i had made the right choice for her at long last. II Carla was in heaven. At last - finally - and she still could not believe it, but yes, here she was - on her knees at the feet of her long-lost love. Well okay, not long-lost perhaps - she had never been his truly. Only in her heart and mind. Carla thought back over her life as she knelt before him the taste of the skin of his feet still on her lips. The things she had done to try and compensate for not having him! The hurts her heart had suffered as she watched him live his life from afar! Her heart had broken right along with his when first Billy died and then when Anne died, she was at his side, wanting so desperately and so selfishly for him to notice her in that way, to love her the way he had loved Anne. Through the years, while there was no filling the gulf that had been ripped into her heart so early in life, she sought other ways to find fulfillment. She had given up on happiness. She found herself doing things that normal people would never even think about. She had been the slave of an older couple for nearly ten years, soon after Dan had married Anne. When they tired of her, she found herself in a small apartment they had bought for her, but with no job and no prospects that she could see. After that it was a series of more and more humiliating situations with men and women, including selling her body. She was not proud of that. It made her feel cheap and worthless, and even now, when she thought that perhaps she had finally found her place with Dan, she knew she was still worthless. Yet now, if she could possibly believe it, she had found the true happiness she had given up on so many years ago. She had known all through her life she was ugly, that no man would want somebody as unattractive as she was. But she and Dan had been friends from before she could remember. They grew up together, sort of, even though they lived on opposite sides of town. In the back of her mind there was always that hope ... Their mothers had become friends when they had met, giving birth to her babies and remained close over the years. Carla had developed a curiosity about their friendship, though she could not put a finger on the reason why. Then, one day, almost innocently, she had found out just how close her mother was to Eli, Dan's mother. She had gotten home earlier than usual one Saturday afternoon and found her mother with her hands tied behind her back, on her knees, eating Eli's fat pussy. She was so shocked she just stood there and watched as Eli forced her mother's face deep into her fat thighs and hairy mound. Sometime later, she quietly crept away to her room, where she fell onto her bed, just numb. That scene had effected her deeply. It had grown in her mind and made a home for itself there. Her imagination, over the years, had enhanced that vision in many different directions. She never said anything to Dan, or anyone else about what she witnessed, ever. The thought quickly crossed her mind of telling Dan - uh, Master, about it now, then quickly forgot that as he commanded her to kiss his feet, words she had been dreaming of hearing from his lips forever. In her imagination all kinds of kinky things took place after that scene. The more she dwelled on that vision, the darker her thoughts and fantasies became, all of them involving Dan. It was that which had taken her down the road of sexual depravity. If her mother was willing to be that way, then she, who was not nearly the woman her mother was, must be destined for that life. By the time Dan married Jane and had Billy, Carla had lost all her inhibitions about sex. By the time she turned 40, she was a full slut, she thought, having done things she was sure her mother had not even thought of. On her fortieth birthday she gave herself a present - she had gone to a dive in the industrial part of town and got drunk and soon began offering herself to the bartender, a skinny old man of about 70 or so, she thought. She showed no shame as she spoke out loud and brazenly, knowing the patrons were listening with rapt attention. Ben, the old bartender, threw his bar towel at a man at the end of the bar and told him to 'hold the fort.' She went willingly into the small, stinky bathroom with him, where he commanded her to strip and get on her knees. As soon as she had done that he took his cock out and she took it in her mouth. She had learned along ago that old men still got as hard as they ever did and she moaned nastily as she took his six inch long, really thick cock into her mouth. It didn't take long for him to cum and when she had swallowed his load he grabbed her by the hair and led her to the open commode at the side of the small bathroom. He told her to kneel in front of it and lean her head back with her mouth open. As she did that, he took off his jeans and underwear, walked over to her and turned around. He looked back and told her to guide his ass hole to her mouth, which she did, her tongue immediately probing his old wrinkled bud. He moaned nastily and then told her to open her mouth wide for her dinner. At first she was shocked, having never gone this far before. Then it occurred to her that at this point, why should she resist? How could she resist? She realized right then that she was an animal, a pig, and deserved to be treated as such. With that in mind, she eagerly licked the old wrinkled asshole, encouraging him to give her his gift. As soon as his firm poop hit her tongue she came with an orgasm like she had never felt before, her whole body tingling and quivering as her orgasm took over her being. His nasty shit filled her mouth and he told her to chew it really well and dribble down her chin. When she had done this he moved his ass away and pushed again letting a long thin stream of wet shit fall onto her sagging chest and lap and mound. He commanded her to lick him clean then stood up and turned around, telling her to rub his shit into her like it was soap. She came again as she rubbed is nasty thin waste into her fat body and listened as he laughed long and hard at her. Soon he got dressed and picked up her clothes and threw them in the wast basket, then spitting on them for good measure. He told her to just stay there for the rest of the day and service his patrons as they came in. He went to the door and opened it and kicked down the stopper to keep it open. She heard him clearly as he told the rest of the bar about her predicament in the bathroom and the laughter he received as he told the story. By the time the bar had to be locked up, she had serviced two more bartenders, two waitresses about her age, and all the customers who came in that day. Most of them wanted only to degrade her with piss and shit. One group of five college boys came in and fucked her three holes non-stop for over an hour, then finished with a golden shower. As the last bartender came in to tell her to go home, he picked up her clothes out of the trash and ripped them from seam to seam, "or you can come with me, bitch!" She went with him and for nearly two years was his toilet slave and pain slut. A couple of times he had come close to killing her by strangulation and cutting. It was years before the last of those scars faded into her aging, wrinkling skin. He finally kicked her out when he moved away, and she went back to her small apartment and went back to that same bar. That was her life, up until now. Here, at the feet of the one and only man she had ever loved, that love flooded back into her heart more fully than ever. She bent down to kiss his feet, as soon as he had commanded with that sexy authoritative voice. With those few words, he had her in the palm of her hand, and she was determined to prove that to him in any and every way he desired. And when he told her that last thing, that she was his property, she nearly came on the spot. "Yes Sir. Ohhh! Yes Master. Thank You Master," she heard herself say, and had not one single moment of regret. She looked up into his eyes, eager to hear his next words. Her fat body trembled with happiness as she recalled him calling her an animal. That was just what she was and she knew it. She had come to enjoy thinking of herself in that way. And she knew without doubt that this was right, that he knew exactly what she needed and who she was. "Suck me!" he commanded shortly. Without batting an eye she complied, taking his hard, thick cock into her mouth and throat effortlessly. She bobbed her head on and off his cock as if it were her cunt for a few strokes before backing off enough to actually suck him as he had commanded. She loved the moans this action had solicited and was eager to show her Master how good she was at sucking his cock. Carla Even though she had never seen him naked in real life, she had imagined what he looked like and this reality had not let her down. His body, even at this age was beautiful. They would be turning 58 together three days from now, and his body looked at least 10 years younger. He was slim and well toned, while not really bulging with extra muscles. There did not look to be an ounce of body fat on him from what she had seen. And his cock? Oh my God, she thought to herself. He was bigger than her imagination even. His thick 8.5 inch cock was the biggest she had seen in many years and it was beautiful as it throbbed in her throat. She was determined to make her tongue familiar with every beautiful square inch of his groin. She pulled her throat off his cock and sucked hard at the mushroom head of his tool. Holding it lightly with her teeth her tongue licked and probed at his piss slit. God she so badly wanted to taste all of his juices. She trailed her tongue along the bottom of his thick cock until she reached its base. She reached up and began pulling at the waist of his boxers under the robe. As she revealed his groin she moaned as his scent caught up in her nose. That scent pulled her to his scrotum irresistibly and her lips soon enclosed both of those beautiful jewels. She sucked and licked at them lovingly, worshipping them with her old slut mouth. She felt her cunt juices just running down her fat thighs as she sucked at his ball, drawing moans of pleasure from his throat. "Yes, slut. Suck my balls, bitch. Ohh God yes!" he breathed out lustfully. His hand grabbed harshly at her short hair and pulled her closer to his groin painfully. She loved it and moaned out her pain-filled pleasure. "Suck them good, slave," he went on as his free hand encircled his throbbing cock. She watched him stroke himself as she worshipped his balls. As he stroked faster he began hitting her forehead with the bottom of his fist on the downstroke. She made sure her position did not change as he pleasured himself, letting him hit her freely. She had endured much worse and much more degrading treatment. This was a pleasure for her. As he drew near to cumming, he roughly hauled her mouth away from his balls to his cock and shoved it down her throat unceremoniously. She loved the way it filled her so completely, the way it spread her throat muscles so painfully sweet. With both hands grabbing her hair painfully he held her throat on his cock as he shot jet after jet of cum into her gullet. Even after the last of his seed was coaxed out of him by her throat muscles he held her there. He was still hard and showed no signs of growing soft. His mighty cock was still throbbing in her throat. Her body began to struggle for air and her mind was whirling in a frenzy. Is he going to kill me? she wondered, and did not seem to care. She was seeing stars now, and his cock was filling her world. It was the only thing she knew. The only thing she cared about was giving him pleasure, even if it meant her end. She would die happy. Her body faded away. There was nothing left to feel. The air around her began to turn white, and from that to gray - dark grey - then black ... III My eyes were closed in an ecstasy I had never imagined as I held this woman on my throbbing cock. The feeling of cumming directly into her throat was unlike anything I had ever experienced and I didn't want it to end. I gripped her hair with both hands, not caring if it hurt or not and held her fat expert throat over my throbbing cock. I had never known such complete and utter pleasure, and it was all I could do not to fall to my knees. My head spun and my body was weak with the exertion of the orgasm. And still I held her on my cock. After a few more moments of complete happiness, I noticed that she was not moving. I had read about this too - auto-asphyxiation, though that had not been my intent. I pulled her off my cock and decided to just let her fall to the ground. As her fat nearly shapeless body hit the ground and her head landed roughly on her arm, she regained consciousness. It took her a bit to realize where she was and what had happened, but I saw her smile happily up at me once she recognized me. She was a heap, a mess - fat and not so pretty - but somehow, sexy as hell. My cock jumped again as I watched her. Remembering my original mission to the kitchen, I somehow made a pot of coffee as I watched her recover and began thinking. With coffee finally in hand, I turned around and leaned back against the counter and pondered. She knelt there almost looking pitiful, if it weren't for the bright smile on her face. I looked down at her with what I hoped would pass for disdain. I put my coffee down and then put my still throbbing cock away, closed my robe and tied the sash as I continued watching her. I loved the way she squirmed and her fat old body jiggled nervously in front of me, as no words passed our lips. I decided that I needed her to know my contempt for her, though indeed, that was not what I was feeling. I wanted her to know her place in my life, or at least what I wanted her to think her place was. I wanted her to think that she was only an object as far as I was concerned. It seemed to me at the time that this would be therapy for her. I would take her down to the lowest levels of her self-esteem and break her completely. And then I would build her back up, making her the way I want her to be. With that in mind, I gave her a sneer of superiority and she ate it up and then I leaned down and hissed into her ear, "If you ever betray me, bitch, that is how you will die! - sucking my cock until you no longer breathe! Do you understand me, slave?" I watched as her fat old body struggled to stay on her knees, breathing heavily, her watery eyes smiling up at me with obvious adoration. "Yes Master," she breathed out heavily. Then, I remembered why my original mission was interrupted. "Pull that cucumber out of your fat ass, pig!" I commanded sternly. I loved the way her face changed as she tried to push that toy out of her ass. Her fat sagging and wrinkled body struggled in what many might say was an unattractive way. But for me, it was a dance that she was performing. That fat ugly body dancing to my words. When at last she had it in hand she held it up proudly, with a huge smile on her ugly face. Alright, yes. I had always thought she was ugly. Her face was long and horse like, and flat sporting a thin long nose over nearly paper thin lips. Her eyes were far set and a cloudy dull blue with thin eyebrows framing them. Her hair had always been fine and now she was balding. "Eat it," I commanded. I was amazed at the lack of hesitation she displayed as she put that nasty thing to her mouth and actually took a bite. Damn, I thought. This bitch is nasty. I had always heard of this kind of thing, of people who enjoyed toilet games. I had never considered doing anything like that - it never occurred to me that others had these types of desires, let alone acted upon them. I had always thought of it as a dirty fantasy only for masturbating. But as she knelt there, nearly gobbling the shit-covered cuke, I realized that this indeed was a lifestyle that I might be interested in. How would it feel to piss in her face? I wondered. That made me hard again. I took a sip of coffee. "What are you?" I asked fiercely, after a she finished the food. I saw and appreciated a look of fear crossing her eyes. "I am your slave, Master." Inwardly I grinned. That was the answer I was hoping for, though of course it was the wrong answer. I stood up and walked over to her slowly. Something inside of me had changed over the last few minutes and I was not about to hold it back. My grin moved outward so she could see it as I stood over her, coffee in hand. It was not a friendly grin. I wanted her to know that I knew she was my property in every way. I moved my foot up under her right breast, lifting the sagging meat. I used the toes of my foot to grasp her sagging nipple and pull at it. of course this was not all that painful, but I thought it was humiliating enough for her, as a start. I used my other foot to do the same thing to her other breast, smiling nastily as I thought about my next action. Without warning, I drew my foot back and brought it forward, kicking her square in her fat belly. I stepped back slightly as she gasped and screamed out, bending forward and retching, holding her fat belly as best she could. I smiled evilly as she struggled to breathe around the pain. She struggled to catch her breath and kneel up. Her breathing was ragged and tears of pain ran freely down her fat cheeks, but she managed to look up at me and struggled to say thank you to me. Now I was impressed. And I knew for sure what I had here. I lifted the foot that had kicked her to her face. "Kiss it, pig!" It took her a few moments to gather herself enough to accomplish that, and I waited patiently. I decided to dive into the deep end. "Did you like the taste of your shit, piggy?" "Yes Master. I learned to love that taste a long time ago." I nodded and took a sip of coffee. "And, you like piss as well?" "Yes Master," she replied, looking squarely into my eyes. "What are you?" hoping for another wrong answer. It took her a few moments to come up with an alternative answer. "Your property, Master," she said softly, hopefully. I grinned and then kicked her left tit hard, nearly enough to knock her onto her back. As she struggled to right herself, I yelled out, "Keep your hands behind your back, pig!" making her struggle harder. I loved watching that fat, misshapen body quiver and jiggle around. When she had gained her knees, breathing hard, I kicked her right sack, this time knocking her to the floor, nearly knocking her out as her head thumped on the hard wood. It took her a few moments to gain her senses and I stepped over her massive prone body looking down at her with an expression of complete power over her. "Open your mouth pig," I commanded. As she did so, I poured a long stream of my still hot coffee into her mouth, making her gag and choke and turn away. Her fat body shook and heaved under me, as I continued standing there. As she began to recover I poured more coffee into her mouth and onto her face, shocking her twice with the hot liquid. I knew it wasn't hot enough to injure her, but I enjoyed her reactions. The sight of her struggle had me so turned on right then, my cock nearly ejaculated without even a touch. I stepped to one side of her and shook the rest of the liquid onto her fat body as she struggled to recover. I shed my robe and boxer shorts and stood back over her. I watched her fat old body wiggle ludicrously around and waited until my cock had lost some of its rigidity. With a nasty smile, I relaxed my bladder and let my stream hit her face first and then the rest of her ugly body. I did have a full bladder and it took some time to empty it, so there was enough for her to get her fill as I aimed my stream at last at her mouth. Without prompting she greedily drank my hot piss. I smiled with nasty pleasure as I thought about how lucky I had suddenly gotten. When I had drained myself completely, I purposely turned away from her, grabbed my cup and poured myself another cup of joe. I leaned against the counter and looked at my new possession as several nasty, painful plans ran through my head. Indeed, this was going to be fun. End - Chapter One? Carla & I Hi my name is David, and I would to share with you the most exciting and arousing day of life, the day my stepsister Carla fulfilled my eternal fantasy. I live with my mother Melissa, who raised me by herself after my father walked out on us, I never knew him and I never want to. I was on the Internet one day talking to one of my friends from school when my mother came in with the news that would change my life, "David, I need to speak with you down stairs," she said with a firm voice. "Okay mom, I'll be right there." I shut down my computer and went down stairs. "Honey I have something very important to tell you, and you have to tell me what you think." "Okay," I said, I sat there and listened as my mother told me that she had met someone and that he proposed to her, his name was Ted and he was a journalist, they had met when he was doing a story on the school where my mother worked, and she said they were deeply in love. I gave my mother my blessing even though I though she was making another huge mistake. Ted was coming over for dinner the next night so I could meet my future step father, I was curious because I had never had a male role model growing up and my mother never really got over my father. I was at the top of the stairs of our house when Ted arrived, he was a nice looking guy, about 38 and was nicely dressed but what really caught my eye was what would follow him. I went down stairs where I met Ted, he seemed like a great guy, a firm voice and gentle way about him, he was as nervous as I was which was great, and then she came in. "Oh Carla," Ted said. "I want you to meet David." "wow" my heart skipped a few beats as I looked at the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. "Hi David, nice to meet you," she said. "Yeah, it's nice to meet you too!" I said in a trembly voice. During dinner I learned that Ted's wife had died in a car accident 2 years ago and that he never really recovered until he met my mother, but I wasn't really interested in that, instead my eyes stayed focused on my soon to be stepsister, she was 18, a few months older than me and she worked in a super market. I really hit it off with Ted, but not with Carla, as I have always been nervous around girls, I haven't even had sex yet. Over the next month Ted and my mother had gotten married and we had moved in to Ted's house, Ted was away a lot doing stories which left me to take care of Carla and my mother. Carla and I were now good friends, we hung out a lot and attended the same college but she oblivious to the fact that I had had a huge crush on her since the day I met her. Carla never really had a steady boyfriend, even though they were lining up hoping to be with her and who wouldn't want to, She is a brunette with green eyes, 5 feet 5, very athletic, luscious long legs, the sexiest ass in existence and breasts to die for, I knew because my eyes examined her body every hour of every day. My 18th birthday was days away and I was really excited, I couldn't wait to be old enough to get into strip bars, mind you I was a little upset about being an 18 year old virgin, but there wasn't much I could do about that. I am 6 feet tall, short brown hair, brown eyes and an average built, I am a good-looking guy, I just don't have the confidence to ask girls out. My family and friends had a party for me one day before my birthday as Ted was going away on business and couldn't be here on the day, Ted and my mother had gotten me an electric guitar, something I had wanted for a long time and I was so pleased, Carla knew this so she got me some music books for guitar beginners, which was terrific as well. Later that night Ted had left for his trip my mother had left to go to a concert that her students were doing at her school, neither Carla and I expressed much interest in going. "David, tomorrow for your real present, I am going to take you out and get you drunk," Carla told me. "Great!" I said. I had always wanted to go out for a night on the town especially with Carla. Later that night I told Carla I was going over to my friends house, but he called and said he had last minute plans and he had to go, so I stayed home, something Carla wasn't aware of. I was in my room putting the strings on my new guitar when I heard sound from outside, we had a 2 story house with a big fence and a pool out back, and that where Carla was, she was in the pool having a swim, the sight of her body in the bikini she was wearing brought a bulge to my trousers, I dropped my guitar and watched my stepsister from behind my curtains. I watched her for about 10 minutes when she started touching herself in a real sexy way, the blue hot water in the pool suited her beautiful hair to perfection, she looked more sexy then I had ever seen her. She got out of the pool and was obviously cold and she had her arms around herself, she sat on the side on the pool. What Carla did then brought pre cum to the tip of my penis, her nipples were hard seeing as she was cold and she started poking them, next she started rubbing and fondling her breasts and her breathing grew heavier, then she removed her bikini top, and I almost fainted at the sight of her huge juicy tits, I couldn't bear it any longer and I removed my penis from my pants and began masturbating. Carla was furiously playing and squeezing her big tits and hard nipples when her left hand moved down between her legs and started rubbing her crotch. I was fucking dying up in my room as my cock became bigger and harder than it ever had been before, now out to a full 7 1/2 inches I started wanking harder, Carla then removed her panties and exposed her pink shaved luscious pussy, and furiously started rubbing her clit, I had to stop pulling my dick as I new an orgasm was approaching, and I could tell Carla's was too, she was bucking her hips and fingering herself with such passion that the screamed and moaned, I grabbed a hold of my cock again and started pounding my meat hard, I could hardly breath and I knew I was about my cum, I grabbed hold of a bowl I keep some paperclips in, tipped them out and blew the biggest, thickest, creamiest load I ever had in my life into the bowl. I then just stood there, my knees unable to hold me up any longer and I fell to the floor, Carla had finished too, her breathing had returned to normal and she put her bikini back on and came up stairs. What was I going to do? She didn't know I was home! I put my pants back on and climbed out my window and jumped to the floor, then I pretended to walk through the gate, and then I knocked on the door. Carla still in her bikini answered the door and I started closer at her I could feel another erection coming on, so I decided to go up to my room, but before I did I went up to Carla and said, "Thanks again for the books." "No problem, sweetie," she replied and then I grabbed her left hand and kissed it, I could smell this lovely odour and I knew that it was her pussy juice, and then I let go and ran up stairs before she could notice my stiffy that had returned, what a birthday present, as I walked up the stairs I made up mind that I was going to tell Carla how I felt about her, but I'll make sure its tomorrow when we are both drunk, I can't wait to see how she reacts. To Be Continued...