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Rivalry

By: Leslie



At night, the bar looked dark and gloomy, but Fran was not a woman to be intimidated easily. As she walked in, the guy working the door looked her over lustfully. At 5'11", and 160 lbs, and long curly blonde hair, she attracted most men within seconds. Her tight tank top exposed the ring running through the nipple of her left breast, and her strained jeans accentuated her long legs. Her feet were graced with tiger print 5" high-heels. She paid her cover charge and strutted into the bar. Fran instantly recognized Mary sitting at the bar, and pulled up a stool next to her. 

"Well, well, you little bitch. Why the big meeting? Or are you just trying to waste my time?" Fran rambled, and then ordered a beer. 

"Fuck you Fran," Mary countered. "I have just about had it with you seducing Michael. He is about to break, and you and I both know it. I have caught him jacking off to all of the nude photos you keep sending him, and while I know there is nothing I can do about that, I asked you here to see if you would like to place a little wager." Mary was wearing a tube-top, with a short mini-skirt and black high heels. The eyes of every guy in the bar were focused on them. 

Fran took a huge swig from her beer, and then looked at Mary. "Oh really? What did you have in mind, kid?"

"We wrestle, catfight, whatever you want to call it, for the rights to Michael. If I win, you will lay off him. If you win, you can fuck him anytime you please. Plus, the winner takes control of the loser's sex life."

Fran laughed loudly. "Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?" she asked. 

"Just what it means, you dumb broad. The winner controls the loser, until the next match."

"The next match? How often do you propose we fight?" Fran asked. 

"Once per month, until one of us calls it quits."

"You are on!" Fran exclaimed, and the two women forcefully shook hands. 

"Are you ready to go to the house, then?" Mary wondered. 

"Tonight? You want to start tonight?"

"Yes, right now."

Mary sped up the road, with Fran following in hot pursuit. 

Michael was downstairs as he heard the front door open and close. He knew it was Mary, but would Fran be with her? He had agreed to this little plot of Mary's, and he figured it would be worth it either way. Although Fran and Mary were rivals, and he had fucked Fran in the past, he knew that each woman wanted to teach the other a lesson. No matter who won, he would be fucking both women.

Michael had just finished setting up the mats, and as Fran and Mary bounded down the stairs Michael's cock hardened instantly at seeing both women together. He wore only a leather thong, sent to him by his dominant Mistress Leslie.

"Hi Fran, hi Mary. I see you two have agreed on the match," Michael said. 

"Yes Michael," Mary responded. 

"You bet, Michael. Let's go ahead and get if over with. I want you to be fucking me by eight o'clock," Fran beamed,

"Not so fast, Fran," Michael interrupted. "There are some ground rules that I need to tell you about."

Fran happened to look over at Mary and saw that her opponent had already removed her tube-top, and was unzipping her mini-skirt. It too fell from Mary's body, and Fran just stood dumbfounded as Mary began to do a series of stretches to loosen up. Mary's 34C titties protruded wickedly from her body, and each nipple was pierced with a ring. Fran seemed to be in some sort of trance as she watched the nearly naked Mary move back and forth. Dark pussy hair protruded from her black thong, which barely covered her pussy. 

"Fran... Fran... are you listening?" Michael asked. 

"Yeah... yes... I am. Go ahead." 

"First rule: This is a pantie and high heel match, so if you would... " Michael instructed, his cock pounding in his pouch. 

"Sure baby, anything you say," Fran replied. She quickly peeled of her tank top, kicked off her heels, removed her jeans, and placed the heels back on her feet. Now Fran was dressed in only a pair of full animal-print panties and matching heels. Mary continued to stretch, preparing for the fight. She dropped down and did a series of push-ups, continuing until she broke a sweat. 

"Very good, Fran. Now, there will be no pulling of the nipple rings, scratching, clawing, choking, spitting, head butts, or eye gouging. No punches to the face, and no open-handed slaps to the face either. Sleeper holds are allowed if you get that far. If either contestant goes nude, the match continues. The winner is by submission only, no time limit. You both know the prize for the winner, and the consequences for the loser. Understand?"

Fran gulped so hard it was almost audible. "Yyes... I do," she answered. 

"Mary?" Michael asked. 

"Of course," she replied. 

"Oh yes, one more thing. This mat is heel proof, so don't worry about that. If one of you goes off the mat, the match stops until you are both back on. As you can see, it's quite large, 40'x 40', so there shouldn't be that much of a problem." By now it was all Michael could do to keep from grabbing his erection. 

Michael noted how Fran seemed a little worried now. Mary looked confident and ready, and they each positioned themselves in an opposite corner of the square shaped ring. 

"Both ready?" Michael asked. 

"YES," resounded from both of the contestants. 

"Wrestle!" Michael yelped..

And the match began. 

Mary had formulated a strategy, where as Fran was just out to grab Mary and beat her to a pulp. Mary knew that although Fran was a good athelete, she was also slower than she was and knew no wrestling holds at all. She also knew that Fran had a sexual appetite like no other woman she knew. 

Fran ignored the butterflies in her stomach, and she willed herself to think of nothing but destroying Mary. Fran had been in only a few catfights; most women would not even think of challenging her, but she had never wrestled another woman nearly nude. She felt her nipples harden, and her pussy moisten as the women circled each other. 

Fran ran at Mary, wanting to grab her and toss her across the ring, but Mary simply sidestepped her, pushing her right leg out. Fran tripped over Mary's leg, and went tumbling to the mat. Mary was on her in an instant, and she sat on Fran's back as she pulled her right arm around behind her, causing a groan from Fran. She had both of her hands tightly locked onto Fran's wrist, bending her arm in an L shape. Mary worked that arm; she would slowly move it up and down, causing Fran's shoulder to ache. Fran moaned a short "ughh" every time Mary increased the pressure. Gradually though, Fran pushed herself up onto her knees, supporting herself with her left arm. Mary knew what was happening, so she pushed as far up as she could with Fran's arm. 

"EEEEEIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH," Fran screamed, and with that, she tossed Mary from her back; she then paused to massage her aching right shoulder. She immediately knew that Mary would be no easy pushover. 

Michael was in awe; the sight of his wife and former lover fighting was already driving him wild with lust. 

Mary was quickly on her feet, and was ready to pounce again on Fran, but Fran had already gotten to her feet; Mary decided to use caution. 

The women began to circle each other. Fran repeatedly attempted to grab on of Mary's wrists, but Mary kept slapping her hands away, frustrating her. Although Fran was the better all-around athlete, Mary seemed to be in better shape. She had already broken a sweat, and wasn't even breathing hard. Fran, on the other hand, was breathing deep already; perhaps too much of the party life was getting to her. She had quickly broken a sweat, and her curly blonde hair started hanging in her face, making it difficult for her to see. Mary's short black hair prevented this problem. Mary kicked off her heels and began to dart and dash around her, at one point succeeding in slapping Fran on the ass. Her plan was to infuriate Fran, and cause her to make mistakes. But it was Mary who made the mistake.

Mary darted to close to Fran, and Fran was able to grab Mary's left wrist. She pulled Mary to her roughly, and as she did she drove her right knee into Mary's stomach. Mary groaned loudly and fell to the mat, her arms spreading wide above her head. Fran saw an opportunity, and dropped her entire body down on Mary's exposed abdomen, totally knocking the wind out of her. She then stood again, and circled her downed opponent. 

"Like that, you little bitch?" Fran howled. 

Mary couldn't reply; she could barely breath as she struggled to retrieve her wind. She was able to roll over on her stomach, finally getting to all fours. Fran was reveling in the fact that she had taken the upper hand, giving Mary time to regain her air. But Fran soon grabbed Mary by the wrists, and pulled her to her feet. In a swift move she had Mary in a headlock, leading her around the mat, calling her a bitch the entire time. 

But Mary stayed cool, riding the headlock, not resisting at all, knowing that Fran wouldn't increase the pressure if she didn't fight back. A full ten minutes passed with Fran enjoying her position. 

But then, Mary got a break. Fran, still in her heels, tripped over her own feet in the center of the mat. As she still had Mary in her clutches, she could not break her fall, and landed squarely on her face, her lock on Mary's head failing as she landed. Mary, fully recovered, pounced on Fran's back and locked her fingers together around Fran's chin, initiating a camel-clutch. Fran's arms were trapped between Mary's elbows and thighs, and they flailed wildly as Mary began to work the hold. 

Michael could hold out no longer. He stripped off his g-string, and began to stroke his cock. It seemed as if it had never been so hard. He was sweating also from the sheer sexual nature of the situation. 

Fran was whining at the pain in her neck and back from the clutch. Mary alternately applied and released the pressure to cause the maximum amount of wear and tear. But it was soon apparent to her that this hold, although excruciatingly painful for many women, was doing little to Fran. She released Fran's chin, and watched as her head plopped down to the mat. Mary stood and spun, grabbing Fran's ankles, and locking them under her arms, pulling up hard. Mary then leaned back, and the Boston crab was completed. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck! What the hell are you doing? Oh fuck! That hurts!" Fran screamed. 

Mary ignored her, just working the hold. Fran's body was bending back in a lying down "U" shape, stretching her abdominals and thigh muscles. Fran was screaming at the top of her lungs from the pain. Her failure to loosen up before the match was costing her now. She was pounding the mat in agony. 

Mary worked the hold for what seemed like forever to Fran. She was now sitting on Fran's ass, and although still working the hold, the feeling of Fran's ass against her own was erotic. 

Soon Fran's muscles finally stretched, and the effects of the hold were wearing thin. Mary pulled one last time with all her might, upon which Fran bellowed in pain. Mary then released her legs, and in one swift motion, Mary ripped Fran's panties from her body, revealing an incredibly hairy, wet pussy. 

Mary then rolled Fran over with her right foot, and began a series of kicks to Fran's mid-section. Fran's soaking wet hair was all in her face, and it blinded her again. Mary then stood over her, and dropped the entire weight of her body onto Fran's stomach. 

"OOOOOOOOOOF," Fran roared. Again and again Mary stood and straddled Fran's mid-section, hitting her ass-first with all 130 pounds of her body. Fran's big titties jiggled madly as Mary landed on her. Then Mary fell to her side, sliding her left leg underneath Fran, grabbing Fran's right arm and ankle, pulling her closer, and then locked her left ankle to her right, completing the leg-scissors. 

Fran used every last ounce of her strength to break the hold, but to no avail. Fran was now the fly, Mary the spider, and Fran was caught in her web. Mary began a series of squeezing and releasing movements with her powerful legs, breaking down Fran's weakening abdominals. Fran groaned loudly each time Mary tightened, her eyes glassy, her body now drenched in sweat. Mary knew she had to go for the kill. 

Sex was Fran's ultimate weakness, and Mary knew it. Fran was tossing her head back and forth as Mary squeezed ever harder, and Mary propped herself up on her left elbow. Her right hand swept down and cupped Fran's hirsute pussy; the pad of her hand landing right on Mary's clitoris. Fran's head shot up, her eyes rolling back in her head. 

"You like that, don't you, you slut?" Mary taunted. 

Fran's eyes glared at Mary. Her legs spread wide, and her legs began to shake, finally flicking the heels off her feet. 

"Fuck yes... I hate you, but I want to cum soooooooooo bad!" Fran retorted. 

Mary again applied full pressure to Fran's stomach. Fran's head flew back, spanking the mat. Minutes went by as Fran groaned in pain and moaned in pleasure. 

Meanwhile, Michael was on his knees before the two women, stroking his cock with his right hand, massaging his balls with his left. He was drooling at the spectacle before him. 

Once more Mary addressed Fran; "Do you want to cum, you bitch?"

Fran was now totally spent. She did not have any further strength to resist. 

"Yes, oh gosh yes. I need it so bad," she panted. Mary began to work Fran's clit between her thumb and forefinger, and she knew now that Fran was quickly climbing the ladder to an orgasm. Fran was frantically pinching her own nipples in search of added stimulation. 

"Oh yes, gosh yes. Getting close... please Mary," Fran begged. 

"Michael, if you cum, I will be really pissed," Mary told him. So Michael slowed his stroking to hold off. 

Fran arched her back, ready to explode. 

"Oh no, not yet you whore," Mary exclaimed. With that, she withdrew her hand from Fran's pussy. 

Fran head shot up, her eyes wide, and her mouth agape. She frantically began searching for her pussy with her own hands, her clit needing only a further touch to launch her powerful orgasm. But Mary quickly grabbed both her wrists, preventing her from finding her pussy. 

Fran now looked at Mary with pleading eyes through her locks of blonde hair. She was rocking her hips up and down, searching for stimulation for her enflamed pussy. 

"Do you submit?" Mary asked. 

Fran nodded her head weakly. 

"Say it!" Mary screamed. 

"I... submit!" Fran cried. 

Michael slammed the mat with his right hand. The bout was officially over, and Mary was victorious. She unlocked her ankles, and pushed Fran away from her. Standing, Mary peeled off her own sweat-soaked panties, tossing them at Michael. She then quickly ran to a nearby cabinet, and pulled out a digital camera. 

Fran was lying on her stomach, both hands plastered to her pussy. Her right cheek was on the mat, her hair covering her face. Her mouth was held tight as she moaned in the heat of masturbation. Mary handed the camera to Michael, and she sat on Fran's ass. 

"Think you can keep your hands off of your cock long enough to take some pictures?" she asked Michael. 

Just then, Fran's orgasm ripped her in two. She shrieked in a delicious agony, her mouth open wide. "Ahhhhhhhh... ohhhhhhh... Gaaaaaawwwwwwwddddddddddd... OOOOOOOOOOOO... FUCK!!"

Michael began clicking off the photos, his cock bobbing in the air as he moved about Mary and Fran. Fran's firm ass was rising up and down as she orgasmed. On and on Fran climaxed. Mary took advantage of Fran's healthy ass, and she rode Fran's right ass-cheek with her own sopping pussy, stimulating her clit wildly. She came in seconds, spraying Fran's ass with her orgasm. She recovered quickly though, and motioned Michael over to her. 

Fran lay in a heap, not moving, trying to recover from her two-minute orgasm. Mary then took Michael's cock in her mouth, which sent him into dreamworld. As she felt Michael's erect cock in her mouth, she reached down and grabbed two handfuls of Fran's hair, pulling her head back and upright. She also pulled her lips off Michael's cock. 

"Ready to cum, baby?" she asked him. 

Michael could only nod. 

"Kneel in front of this slut," she told him. 

Michael knelt where his cock was right in Fran's face. She vainly tried to take him in her mouth, only to have Mary pull her head back at the last moment. 

"You want his cum, don't you Fran?" Mary clamored.

"Yes, please, anything you want, let me suck him," Fran begged again. 

"Ohhhhhh... poor baby. Not this time. It's all mine!"

Mary fell forward onto Fran, and held her head close as she once again took Michael in her mouth. She worked her enclosed lips up and down his shaft, wiggling her tongue ferociously. 

"Plllleeeeeeeaasssssse Mary, let me have some. I am begging," Fran said quietly. 

Mary shook her head, still sucking on Michael's cock. Michael began to whine louder and louder as his orgasm swelled in his balls. With one last tight suck, he came. 

"AAAaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhh" he bellowed. 

A river of cum flowed down Mary's throat as his cock throbbed in her mouth. Fran could only watch enviously as Mary drank all of his cum. His cock finally popped out of her mouth, and Michael fell back, exhausted. 

Mary stood, and licked her lips. 

"Fran, on your feet. You belong to me now," Mary told her. Fran stood on rickety legs, and raised her head to Mary. Fran was in a sexual dream-state, and she couldn't resist her commands. 

"Now, follow me upstairs. You are going to give me a bath," Mary proclaimed. 

Michael watched as the two women climbed the stairs. His cock was already semi-hard again. 

"It's going to be a fun month," he mused.

Rivalry



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Hi, my name is Don and this is a story based on events that happened last summer. It took me nearly a year to be able to write about it, but I had to share it with someone, so thanks for reading this. The events that happened that summer afternoon were based on events that had been building up for several years. My wife Jill has an odd friendship with a woman named Lisa. Their "friendship" started in high school and it seemed that no matter what they were involved in, they took it as an opportunity to try to "one up" the other.

Both women are now in their early 30's, but act as competitive as they did as teenagers. Lisa and Jill have retained their "friendship" in spite of their intense competitive relationship that they have. Any outsider observing their behavior towards one another would think that they were life long enemies, instead of friends. Jill lives to top Lisa and this drive has influenced most of the decisions that Jill has ever made, including marrying me.

I work as a chemical engineer at a global pharmaceutical firm that has a research facility in our town. Jill found me her freshman year, while I was a senior and we dated and got married when Jill graduated with her teaching degree. Jill knew early on that she wanted to marry a guy that would give her the lifestyle that she had grown accustomed to, since her dad was a successful small businessman that enjoyed spoiling his daughter. Since Jill was so involved in cheerleading and studying in high school to compete against Lisa, she rarely dated and she had remained a virgin until our wedding night.

Lisa played the field in high school and in college and Jill would tease her for her "looseness", but Lisa wanted to make sure she sampled all of life's pleasures before settling down. Lisa was not stupid and managed to graduate with a 3.5, a few notches below Jill. However, both women ended up teaching at the same high school. Jill taught mathematics, while Lisa taught English. Jill would often make remarks on how Math was so much more important than English and how she should be paid more. Jill's opinions became even more vocal when Lisa married John, the new P.E. instructor.

Because of Jill's desire to one up Lisa, she constantly pushed me into taking on new projects and to climb the corporate ladder, so that I could provide her with more of the "finer things" in life. I loved Jill and wanted to please her, so in being so passive I created a spoiled brat. I never felt that I was in control of the relationship. In fact, I was always surprised when I saw a guy do what he wanted and how it did not matter to his wife, since she would do whatever he said. I just figured some guys had found women that were more "wired" to please their man. Lisa and John's relationship was like this. Lisa would do anything to please him, like he was her drug dealer and she was a crack addict. While I on the other hand would work like a dog at work and around the house and rarely got an "I appreciate you" sex session from my wife.

In spite of my wife's opinions of him, John and I had always gotten along pretty well together. In fact, last spring when John heard that we were going to put in an in ground pool, John offered to teach me to swim, since I had never learned how. I work a lot of hours, but John said that he often works out before school and that I could come over to the school gym and get my lesson before work. Jill insisted that we get a pool, since she hated the idea of being seen by her students in her bathing suit at the local beach. A side benefit of the pool was that it allowed Jill to rub it into Lisa that she had a pool and that Lisa would never be able to afford one on her and John's salary.

When I arrived for my first lesson, John pointed to the locker room and told me where to change and that he would be in the pool, where a couple of the freshman swim team guys were doing laps. This was the first time that I saw John without his shirt on and I was impressed with his chiseled physique. Since I work so many hours I have become a bit soft and I was hoping that with the pool I could at least start to swim a few laps and firm up a bit. Turned out that John was pretty patient with me and the initial lesson went well. I agreed to come each morning for the next month, and we discussed my training program as we headed into the locker room. As I was soaping up I saw John walk in with the freshman boys and my jaw nearly hit the floor. Besides being so buffed, John happened to have one of the largest cocks that I have ever seen. When soft, mine barely hangs 2" and is just shy of 5" when fully erect. Shoot, the boys that walked in easily had more hanging than I did. Easily, I had the smallest pecker in the locker room that day. John easily hung down over 6" and was quite thick. I felt a bit intimidated standing there with my "wee willy" next to a man that could easily be a porn star. John must have noticed my staring as he smiled, but he never said anything to add to my embarrassment.

That night in bed, Jill asked how the lesson went and she was pleased that I was going to stick to the program since she has always loved the water and it eased her guilt in making me buy her the pool in our backyard. Jill was surprised to hear that I showered at the school, but I told her that with my project I did not have time to drive home.

Jill asked if the guys showers were separate stalls, like the women's shower rooms and I told her how it was just a big room with several nozzles sticking out of the wall. Jill mentioned how she would have hated the lack of privacy, but I told her that every gym that I was ever in was designed the same way. What happened next really surprised me. Jill reached over to me and said, "So how did "little Don" fair today? " "Little Don" is what Jill calls my cock when she is feeling playful. Jill calls it Little Don, not cause she thinks it is small, but that she thinks it has a mind and personality all of its own. Until our honeymoon, Jill had never seen another man naked. Jill is quite petite and with her small 5'2 inch frame she is nice and snug for me, so she has always assumed that I must be "quite endowed".

Besides having very limited dating experiences, Jill lives a very sheltered and conservative lifestyle. We have never seen an adult movie or purchased sex toys or anything else on that level. So, as Jill was prying on how I was next to John I knew it would kill her to know that she would be getting something less than her rival Lisa. So, I did what any other normal guy would do that wanted to keep his wife happy, I lied to her. I did not just lie, I told Jill a "whopper" telling her how John was even smaller than the freshman boys that were in there with his little "button" between his legs. I told Jill that I was easily twice John's size and Jill squealed with delight as she jumped on top of me. As she was riding me, she said, "No matter Lisa can be so bitchy sometimes, probably the lack of meat in her diet." Jill was riding me so hard, that I slipped out a couple of times before she had orgasmed. I think when it slips out it teases her clit even more causing her to climax so quickly. Afterwards, Jill told me on how she was so glad that she did not have to settle with a guy like John.

As Jill smiled and giggled to herself thinking how she had another thing that Lisa didn't I lay there thinking about what I had just done? As I thought about it I realized that there was no way that Jill would ever become the wiser about my lying to her. Jill and I would never discuss sexual things with another couple or friend, but Jill just liked knowing that she had something over Lisa. As I thought about this I realized that I had nothing to fear about Jill finding out, so I went to sleep feeling happy that I was able to once again provide my wife with another victory over her nemesis.

The weekend before July 4th, Georgia was sweltering and I was glad that we had the pool to cool off in. Jill wanted to show off our new kitchen and her latest love, her new Lexus GX 470, which cost me most of my bonus. I have often felt that if she had to choose between me and the new Lexus, that it would be the Lexus.

Jill could not wait to rub in our new toys with Lisa. Jill called Lisa and invited her and John over for a pool party. Lisa asked Jill if they could invite Beth and Tom over, since Beth was new to the area and taught History at their school. Beth and Lisa socialized a lot after school, but Jill hardly knew her. However, Jill thought the idea of rubbing it in Lisa's face with an audience was great and readily agreed. Jill told Lisa that we would pick them up at 2:00 PM, so that she could show Lisa how nice her new car rode. Jill added, "I doubt that you and John would ever get a chance to ride in something so nice, again." Jill giggled as she hung up and let me know that we would be picking the other couples up next weekend in her new car.

When we woke up Saturday, I reached over to Jill hoping for a little "play time" before the party, but Jill jumped out of bed and told me that we did not have time. I had been working a ton of hours that month and it had been weeks since Jill had made love to me. Being the type that does not like confrontation I got up and helped Jill prepare for our afternoon pool party.

Jill and I drove up to Lisa and John's modest home and I cringed as Jill commented to Lisa on how she would probably feel pretty frustrated with her car after being in the Lexus. Jill added, "Once you have experienced a ride like this, all other cars will just frustrate you." Lisa, just nodded politely, but did not comment, but smiled as she rubbed John's leg. As I looked in the mirror, Lisa seemed very cool, like she had something up her sleeve.

We picked up Beth and Tom at their apartment. You could tell that they were newlyweds as they giggled and kissed in the back of the car. I thought they were a nice couple and I was looking forward to getting to know them better.

Jill had quite the spread laid out and I blushed several times as Jill rubbed into Lisa's face on the things that we had done in our home. Jill spared no expense and even stocked our new bar, so that our guest would be so impressed. This was uncharacteristic of Jill, since she rarely drank. Jill showed the couples where to change and told them to meet us on the patio when they had their suits on.

As Jill and I were changing, I kept looking over at her admiring how she looked. Her blonde hair and nice tan seemed to go so well together. I felt it was a shame that she kept her figure hidden behind such a modest bathing suit. Jill wore a navy one piece that was modestly cut. Since Jill had always felt so self conscious of her small bust, she picked the suits with a built in padded bra that made her look bigger and prevented her nipples to poke through when she was cold. I often told Jill that if she was an AA or a DD cup, I would lover her just the same, but she told me that she would never wear a bikini around people that she worked with. Jill said, "Perhaps, when you get that next promotion I will let you buy me a bikini for me to wear for you around the house." I smiled at the thought of seeing her 34A bust enhanced by one of those Wonder bra bathing suits that I have seen at Victoria's Secret.

As Jill and I were getting things ready, our guest walked outside and my eyes must have looked like they were coming out of my head. I have always thought that Lisa was a pretty woman, since I had a thing for brunettes. Lisa has long brown hair and looks like an Amazon next to Jill, towering her by at least 6". What was most shocking was the swimsuit that Lisa chose for today, a thong bikini that made her bust look like they could have provided shade for a small boy. I thought that they would easily be a D-cup or larger. Her bottoms were so snug; I could have sworn I could see her "camel toe" which seemed so prominent and sassy.

I quickly excused myself, worrying that my erection would be seen and made up an excuse to go in the house to get something. While inside, my curiosity got the best of me and I went into the bedroom that Lisa and John used to change and I reached into her changing bag to pull out her bra. I nearly came in my pants as I read the 36DD tag and was going to jerk off in our bathroom when I heard Jill yelling for me. The fear of Jill or someone else catching me quickly made my erection go away. I knew I could not let "little Don" get carried away today, since out of all of life's forbidden fruit, the rival of your wife' is the most forbidden of all.

When I went to the grill, I was happy to see Beth come outside in her bikini, too. Beth is an attractive blonde, but her bikini was no where near as provocative as Lisa's. Also, Beth appeared quite a bit bustier than I would have guessed. I had never noticed this before since I had always seen her in "teacher's clothes before. Beth's breast looked so firm and full, but she was easily a cup smaller than Lisa. However, with the scare I got earlier I was not going to verify it like I did Lisa's since it would be a disaster if I got caught. I never realized how much Beth and Jill resembled each other, until I saw them both together. Beth looked a little blonder, a little younger, and a lot bustier than Jill, but their smile and facial expressions seemed identical to me. I thought to myself as I looked over my patio, a man can have worse days than staring at 3 pretty women half naked in his backyard.

Fortunately for me, all the guys wore loose fitting trunks, so it was not obvious if a guy was packing 4" or 14". Jill pulled me aside a few times complaining about how Lisa and Beth were dressed. I had to act like I was just as offended, while deep inside I wanted to see both their tops ripped off, so that I could see even more of them exposed.

As the afternoon wore on and as more drinks got consumed the atmosphere became more relaxed. As our guests finished a game of water volleyball, each woman climbed on her husband's shoulders getting ready for a game of "chicken fights". If you have never heard this game, basically you have your girl on your shoulders trying to pull the other girl off and become the winner. The guy tries to maneuver the two of them to give his girl more of an advantage over the other players.

Lisa yelled over to Jill, "Hey Jill quit working on the house and grab that husband of yours and climb on top of his shoulders, so that we can play a game of chicken fights. Unless, of course, you are too afraid to lose?"

Jill responded, "Lose? To who, you and John? Just because you're taller does not mean you have any advantage over me. In fact, your height and your choice of swimwear will work against you!"

Lisa yelled back, "Well, bring it on bitch!" and everyone laughed at her challenge.

So, Jill threw off her wrap and took my hand and led me to the pool. Jill then climbed on my shoulders and adjusted herself to make sure she was on good. Lisa announced that the last couple left standing with his wife on his shoulders is the winner. The women then yelled, "Go!" and we all tried to get in position to knock off another couple. Knowing how Jill would want to save Lisa for last I went for Beth and Tom, but both couples must have made some plans in advance, since they both surrounded Jill. Soon, Beth and Lisa grabbed a shoulder strap of Jill's and did a quick yank almost causing one of Jill's pink nipples to be exposed in front of Tom. Jill was so busy trying to conceal herself that she lost track of Lisa as she grabbed her from behind and pulled her off of my shoulders. In my attempt to stand up, I bumped into Tom's legs, causing Beth to lose her balance, so that only Lisa and John were upright.

Lisa screamed, "We won, we won!" Jill angrily got up to the surface, trying to get her hair out of her eyes. Jill then said, "You cheated, no one said that another couple could do such a dirty trick as to pull down one's swimsuit! We were setup!" Lisa just laughed and told Jill, "All is fair in love, war, and chicken fights!", and everyone but Jill and I laughed at Lisa's remark. Jill was angry and was about to let her temper get the best of her. I tried to calm her down when Lisa said, "Do not worry, the guys did not see anything they have not seen before, except only smaller, a lot smaller!" Lisa and John were laughing as Lisa added, "Do you think John and Tom are going to be all flustered after seeing your mosquito bites exposed, when they can see ours anytime they want?" I assured Jill that I doubt if they saw anything, but just the thought of it made Jill stew. Especially, seeing John grin and enjoy Jill's predicament, someone that she saw at work on a regular basis.

Jill just replied, "Any more than a mouthful is wasted, fortunately for me I have more of everything else that you could possibly want!"

Lisa said, "What do you mean by that? Care to make a wager? Second thought, no sense betting with you, you would just back out anyhow!"

This made Jill even angrier. Jill said, "I will put my new Lexus up as collateral, if I welch any bet that I lose with you! What do you say to that?"

Lisa just said, "Bring it on! You have always been all talk and no action! To show that I mean business, I will hand Beth my Jeep keys to give to you if I welch!"

I wanted to try and calm Jill down, but before I could do anything Jill marched inside the house because she was formulating a plan and she needed the other couples inside to get things rolling. Jill had her cover-up on and yelled for everyone to come inside for a glass of wine. As everyone was sitting at the table, Jill showed them her Lexus key chain. Jill then tossed her Lexus keys to Beth saying, "If I lose and welch out on my bet with Lisa, you have my permission to give her my car! Since the value is not equal, my only request is that I get to choose what we bet on!"

John said, "Man, I would love to have that car without paying a dime!" Lisa told John that Jill has rarely beat her at anything, so be prepared to drive it home tonight. Jill interrupted her, "Even if I did lose, I can only lose my car if I refuse to pay up, so do not be counting on anything yet, John! Besides, I have beaten Lisa many times in the past. If you do not believe me, just look around this house to see who the real winner in life is!"

Beth asked Jill if she could get in on the action, too, since she has always been a bit competitive herself. Out of pride, Jill readily agreed as Beth tossed the keys to her Camry on the pile. The addition of Beth was an unexpected wrinkle to Jill's plans, however she knew most of all that she would be able to beat Lisa, so that was all she was focused on for now.

Jill stated, if you lose to just one couple, you just have to do one task that the winning couple gets to choose. If you are the one couple that loses to both couples, then you have to do three tasks that the winning couple chooses. Jill could not wait to have Beth and Lisa wash her car and clean her house while their husbands mow their lawn. Jill could not wait for this to start.

Jill pulled out her tape recorder from her pocket and says, to make sure no one backs out I want to hear everyone agree to the terms and to agree to do the tasks that the winner says or they will forfeit their vehicle. Jill added the caveat that since she has the most expensive car to risk, she gets to decide what is being betted on. Lisa added that it can not be some weird math problem or something mental, and Jill smiled and quickly agreed. Jill said, "If the losing couple makes any attempt to not to readily participate in the tasks, then they automatically lose their car!" Jill could hardly contain herself thinking about humiliating Lisa and John.

Beth added, "The task has to be something that can be done in an hour or less. I do not want to be someone's personal slave for the day." Jill agreed and said that when she asks them to clean her house or cook her meal that an hour will be fine. Lisa said, "What makes you so sure you are not going to clean my house, huh?" Jill just smiled, and said, "Are you in or not?"




Rivalry



When everyone agreed to the terms I wondered what Jill had in mind to make such a bold bet. Did she think she was going to out run or arm wrestle Lisa for the title?

Lisa then looked at Jill and said, "So, what is it? What is the bet? We are all in and let's get this thing started!" Jill got up from the table and walked to the head of the table where we were all looking at her. Jill pulled out a tape measure from her cover-up pocket and announced, "I bet that my husband has the largest penis of the three husbands!" Both Lisa and Beth gasped at such a wild statement made from their prissy friend. This was totally uncharacteristic of Jill. Being the bolder of the two Lisa said, "Penis? What is this, high school biology? It is called a cock, Jill." Jill added, "Is a cock what you call something that is 3" long? I am going to enjoy seeing you and John lowered a notch tonight!" Beth looked at Jill like how would she know John's cock size? However, with the amount of wine that everyone had and the threat of losing one's car, no one objected to the bet since they all had agreed to participate.

I could not believe my ears, how could my Jill do this? Jill was now going to see at the worst time how I had lied to her earlier this year. My only hope was that Tom's dick was smaller than mine. That way, I would not have the total humiliation of being the least endowed of Jill's friends.

Jill wanted to cause Lisa to squirm and announced that we would go first, followed by Beth and Tom, with Lisa and John going last. All the couples left the table and went into our living room. Jill smiled and grabbed me by the hand, so that I was in the center of our U-shaped couch while the other couples were gathered around. It was kind of surreal seeing Jill kneel down to me with her tape measure in her hands. I was so nervous that when she lowered my trunks, I was shriveled to just an inch. I could sense that Beth and Lisa wanted to point and laugh, but to their credit, they kept up their "poker faces" and watched Jill try to stroke me. I was humiliated as she started off with her thumb and index finger stroking my soft cock. Jill's back was to them and she did not see that Lisa lowered her bikini top a little giving me a glimpse of her pink nipples causing my cock to grow to maximum hardness. Jill yelled, "I know one woman who is getting a real surprise right now, knowing that she has lost to at least one couple." No one said a word, they just watched Jill now use her one hand to stroke me and she proudly put the tape next to my dick and said, "5 inches, beat that, girls!" While she was still stroking me, Lisa pulled aside her swimsuit bottom revealing her strip of dark pussy hair that ran up from her bare slit. Seeing this and not having sex in so long, I came immediately in Jill's hand. Beth laughed and said, "You should have bet who can cum the quickest. You have been married for how long and he comes that quickly?" Jill was now a little less confident that she was going to sweep the event since she thought Beth's remarks were so bold. Jill "knew" she had Lisa beat, so that is all that mattered to her. I never let on to Jill what Lisa did to me or she would have been real mad at me for getting off from Lisa's exposed body. Instead, Jill beamed with pride thinking she had a well hung stud for a husband and that her sexual techniques were so good that she could make a grown man cum so quickly.

I cleaned up and sat next to Jill as Beth and Tom got up next. I knew this was the make or break couple for us and was never so anxious to see another man nude. I felt sick to my stomach when Beth lowered Tom's trunks to reveal a 4" soft cock. Being naïve, Jill wrongly assumed that it would not grow any bigger and she was mentally preparing her tasks for Beth and Lisa. Beth then surprised everyone there when she took Tom's soft cock and started to lick it as she caressed his balls gently in her hands. Beth did not approach oral sex in the "If I have to do it" mindset, no, she approached it like a starving man would a steak dinner, she eagerly started to devour it. I have never seen a woman approach oral sex with so much enthusiasm and energy. Tom proudly told us, "Fellas, you are about to see why I always walk around with a big grin on my face, I am married to the best cock sucker in the world!" With that, Beth slowly let Tom's now hard cock slowly release from her mouth. Jill nearly gasped as she quickly realized that Tom was easily bigger than me. Beth placed the tape next to his hard cock and showed everyone that it measured a proud 7 ½ inches. Beth said, "A whole inch and a half over average, and I appreciate every bit of that, too!" With that, Beth went back down on Tom and made him cum violently into her mouth. Being the good wife, she caught every drop and cleaned him up nicely. Jill just whispered in my ear, "Did you ever hear that the average penis is 6 inches?" I shook my head no like it was the oddest thing I had ever heard. Jill never knew how many times I would stroke "little Don" as a teen hoping I could reach that milestone of 6 inches. Women do not know how that number haunts us guys that are below 6 inches. I was thankful that Lisa did not make a big deal about authenticating Jill's measurement of me, since truth be known, I am exactly 4 ¾ inches. Being the mathematician that Jill is, the 6 inch rule would drive her nutty with the fact that the majority of the women out there were getting 25% more in bed than she was.

Jill has now mentally accepted that fact that she may have to do a task for Beth, but she is anxious to see John and Lisa humiliated. Jill is surprised that they are not more anxious about this as they calmly walk into the center of the room. Jill can not let things lie and says, "Now we are about to see why Lisa is such a bitch and so frustrated in life!" Jill is surprised that she is the only one laughing. Lisa asks Beth for the tape and drops to her knees, like the other women did. Slowly, Lisa would start to lower John's trunks, like she thought she had the losing hand. Jill was on the edge of her seat, waiting for John's three inches being exposed. She could not wait to see this jock lowered a notch cause of how he laughed at the thought of Jill's breast being exposed earlier.

When Jill saw his pubic hair she started to lean closer to get a better view. Lisa lowered slowly and his shaft was now beginning to get exposed. Jill was surprised that for being so short that his penis appeared so thick. Jill was expecting John's head to be exposed as Lisa lowered the trunks even further. Instead of seeing the head of his cock pop out, we just kept seeing more and more of his shaft. For the first time it became real to Jill that she may be the big loser today. Jill gave me a look that could kill as she now realized that I had lied to her. I just hanged my head, knowing that I had failed my wife. Before long, the trunks were pulled to the floor and John's soft cock was now exposed. Lisa said, "I will now measure it soft, 6 ½ inches." Lisa looked at Jill and said, "Even soft he is far bigger than what you have to settle with." Jill wanted to hang her head in defeat, but her curiosity got the best of her as she stared at John's cock. Instead of giving John oral sex or a hand job, she stood up, and slowly untied her top, letting it fall to the ground. With her breast now exposed to everyone, Jill turned her head aside in shame, knowing that Lisa's areola alone would more than fill her small bra. Jill then looked over to John and almost gasped out loud as she saw John's erect cock pointing towards the ceiling. Lisa placed the measuring tape over it and showed everyone how it measured to 10 inches. Lisa pointed out that her man was nearly twice the size as Jill's husband.

As Jill sat dumbfounded she was surprised that Lisa did not bring her husband to climax like the rest of the wives. Instead, Lisa said, "I was just going to let you sit there in your humiliation and come up with some things for you to do around my house. However, with the way you taunted and showed off when you thought you had me, it got me a bit ticked, so now I am going to make this a bit nastier. Perhaps, teaching you a bit of a lesson."

Lisa then pointed to the pile of car keys and said, "Will Beth and Jill please stand in the center, so that they can receive their first task?" Tom teased at Beth, "You better get on up there if you do not want to have to walk to work this next year or so." Beth teasingly punched her husband in the arm and started to walk towards the middle of the room. I told Jill, "You got us in this mess, unless you want to lose your Lexus, you better get up there, too. I will be damned if I am going to buy you another car like that!" Jill replied, "No, you got us in this mess, if you did not lie to me earlier about John's penis size we would not have been in this position!" The other couples laughed and I hung my head in shame knowing that she was right. However, Jill was not going to lose her car and add insult to injury and resigned to the fact that she had to do each of Lisa's tasks, so she did not have her car to rub it in each day.

Lisa then stated, "John and I have had a disagreement for the last few months that the two of you are going to help us finally settle. John and I just agreed that which ever one of us is right, gets to have the third task as that person sees fit without any consequences from the other spouse. John and I have agreed on the first two tasks, since the first one will settle our debate."

John said, "I have always thought that Jill was not a true blonde, but that Beth was definitely one. Lisa always stated that she has known Jill since she was a kid and knew her to always be a blonde and had no doubt that Beth was a true blonde, too. However, when guys state the words 'true blonde', they mean, do the curtains and carpets match. We do not mean do they use a hair dye"

Tom started laughing and said, "A scientific task, how noble of you John. I never knew you were such a man of science." John and Tom continued laughing while Jill just stared like she did not understand.

Lisa could see Jill's confusion and blatantly told Jill, "John does not have any doubts that the hair on your head is blonde, but he doubts that your pussy is blonde!" Jill blushed at her comments and intuitively dropped her hands in front of her crotch as if John had x- ray vision or something.

Lisa said, "So, ladies we are going to answer this great mystery by letting me undress you in front of everyone. Of course, you can back out now, but it will cost you your car." With that, Lisa nodded to the pile of car keys.

Lisa walked up to Beth and said, "Ready and willing?" Knowing that the tape player was still running and would be used as proof, if anyone balked.

Beth said, "Strip away, my busty friend!" Beth giggled as Lisa started to unhook the back of her bikini top and whipped it away, revealing her light brown nipples. I could not stop staring at them. Beth's tits may have been smaller than Lisa's, but they were so sexy and firm. Lisa's were a little rounder and fuller, but Beth's seemed to defy gravity as they stood up proud and firm. Both sets were definitely keepers, but I liked the contrast to the pink nipples that I was used to.

Next, Lisa asked Tom and John to begin the drum role as she got to her knees and placed her thumbs under the waist band of Beth's bikini bottoms. As the guys began drumming, Lisa slowly started to lower Beth's panties, when all of a sudden the first hint of hair started to show and it was indeed, blonde! Lisa lowered them to the floor revealing to all of us her pretty blonde V. Beth's bush was not white blonde, but a nice soft gold color. As Beth stood with her legs slightly separated, I could see that she shaved her slit area keeping the V shape on top of the slit. Unlike Lisa whose bush was in a one inch landing strip that extended further than Beth's and Jill's pussies did. I was getting hard seeing Beth totally naked. Beth was quite comfortable naked, bowing to the clapping of Tom and John. Beth then walked next to Tom and snuggled up close and said, "Did I make you proud?" Tom said, "Yes, I have always been proud of that pussy of yours!" Beth squealed and kissed Tom and told me and John to enjoy the show since after this hour was up, she doubted if we would ever get a chance to see her naked again and laughed as she sat back to see what Jill would do.

Jill said, "You know I have no choice bitch, so let's get this over with!" 

Lisa said, "First, remove your cover up and slip your arms from your shoulder straps. Your hour does not start until you are accessible to me." Jill removed her cover up and slipped her arms from her straps and stared at the clock in the living room. Jill could not make eye contact with anyone as she stood in the center of the living room waiting to be stripped.

Lisa said, "Gentleman, if I can trouble you with another drum role?" Tom and John started to drum and Beth joined in making her breast flop with each slap on her thighs. Lisa said, "First, let's see what Jill has been hiding up here!" Lisa tapped over her breast to show that her swimsuit was padded with a thick covering. Lisa said, "Here is what you should have seen in the pool!" Lisa slowly lowered the top until each of Jill's small breast popped into view. Jill's whole body blushed crimson as the cool air conditioned air caused her small, bright pink nipples swell outside of her control. Tom said, "Looks like a small girl trying to hide two eggs under her chest!" All four of them laughed and as I studied my wife's small breast I had to admit that his analogy was right. Jill's breast looked so miniature compared to Lisa and Beth's. Jill's breast barely protruded from her body with not enough weight to cause them to drop down. Lisa commented that Jill could use two nickels at the tanning booth to shield her areola since they were so small. What was worse is that Jill knew she could not stop them unless she wanted to give up her car. Jill just stood as Lisa commented on Jill's small breast. Finally, Lisa yelled to John, "Care to bet that my areola is bigger than Jill's whole tit?" John said, "No thank you, I know a sucker bet when I hear it. Shoot, hon, your nipples alone would more than fill her small bra. What do you think she is, a double A?" 

I tried to defend my wife and without thinking I yelled, "Try 34A, John."

Jill looked at me, like how could I divulge such personal information and looked at me as I betrayed her. Lisa laughed and said, "No wonder you hid them so well in gym class, I have not seen an A-cup since 6th grade." John added, "That is the cockiest you have been all night, Don." After stating that, he held his fingers 2" apart and the four of them laughed at his comparison.

Lisa said, "Now to settle this argument I have had with my husband. Jill, you better not let me down, or I will make the next task more humiliating for you!" Jill was motionless, she knew this was going to be a long hour; she could not wait to get her clothes back on! 

Lisa nodded to the others, "Drum role, please." Lisa started to slowly unroll Jill's one piece bathing suit. Soon her stomach was revealed and Lisa continued to lower her swimsuit without mercy. As they went down further, Tom blurted, "Shouldn't we see some pussy hair by now? John, do you think Jill shaves it all off?" Lisa giggled and told them to be patient and that got the three of them chanting, "bush, bush, bush, bush" over and over again, building in volume with each tug of Jill's bathing suit.

Finally, about a 1 1/2" from the top of her slit the first of her pussy hair was now seen by the room. Lisa yelled, "Shit, it is as black as coal! No wonder you never spread those legs for anyone, you knew that after seeing your small boobies they were sure to be disappointed to not see any blonde pussy fur."

With that Lisa yanked the bottoms off revealing Jill's small dark unshaved bush. Jill's bush was in a natural V shape that covered her slit and went up an inch and a half. Unlike Lisa's that seemed to be twice as prominent as Jill's. Beth stood up next to Jill and said to Tom, "Are you thankful to be married to a real blonde?" Tom yelled, "Hell yes, that is one sparse, dark pussy. The only place it is thick is along the slit. Shoot, you can barely make out where her slit is with how thick it is there. I have never seen a pussy like that, especially on a blonde." John nodded in agreement as Jill continued to stare at the clock in total humiliation.

Lisa announced, "I think that I have had a change in plans for my 2nd task. Jill has always been a little spoiled brat and her bush looks so odd contrasting the rest of her that I have decided that the 2nd task is to have Jill submit to Tom's razor!" I choose Tom because he has the most experience with blondes and he did beat Don in the contest tonight. I think each day that Jill looks down at her bare pussy it will remind her on what a little brat she is. If she wants to act like a kid that is OK cause now she will look like one with her small boobies and bare pussy!"

Jill's eyes widened. Jill looked at me and I looked over at her car keys and shrugged my shoulders. I wanted to tell her I was sorry, but before anything could be said, Lisa picked up the tape recorder and asked Jill, "Can Tom shave your pussy right now?"

Jill swallowed, looked at her car keys and quietly said yes. Lisa told her to speak up, and Jill said, "Yes, Tom can shave me, Lisa."

Lisa and John were surprised that Jill was going to go this far. Lisa looked at the clock and told Tom to hurry and go find a razor because you have 20 minutes to shave her, so that John can have Jill totally naked for a half hour for her last task."

Tom and Beth got up and ran to our bathroom to look for the supplies. Lisa giggled and yelled up stairs, "If you can not find a razor, just grab a pair of tweezers, because there just is not that much to remove."

Before long Beth and Tom were heading downstairs. Tom had the shaving cream and a new razor. Beth went through Jill's stuff and found one of her 34 nearly A cupped bras and had it stretched over her large titties. Lisa laughed and said, "You can not cover up until your hour is up Beth."

Tom said, "Don lied again, the back of this tag says nearly A, so she is not far from needing a trainer." John pointed to Beth's brown areola spilling out from the cups of Jill's small bra and said, "Good thing I did not make that bet with you, Lisa. Beth's nips are easily smaller than yours and look how they more than fill Jill's small bra!"

Beth laughed, "Are you sure mine are smaller? Care to make a bet?" Beth laughed again, and said, "You know that I am kidding, right? I know that Lisa's are bigger than mine!"

Lisa thanked Beth and said jokingly, "I was about your size after high school, so cheer up you may surpass me someday." Lisa then playfully swatted Beth's bare bottom as she went next to her husband.

Beth helped Tom lay a sheet over our leather chair and asked for Jill to sit there, so that each leg is over an arm on the chair. With Jill in this position it would allow them a good angle to do a good job. Jill complied and very slowly separated her legs. Jill intuitively had her hand over her slit and Lisa came by with the Lexus keys and shook them making Jill lifting her hand exposing her pussy to the room.

Beth said, "I bet someday, you will thank us for this beauty treatment." Beth began to apply the shaving cream over her entire pussy. Tom then started at the top and with one stroke he had all the hair above her slit removed. Tom rinsed the razor and started to shave the left side of her slit, revealing her lips for the first time since she entered puberty. When Tom shaved the right side, he asked Beth to hold the lips a bit taught, so that he could get the last tuft of dark hairs over the top of her slit covering her clit.




Rivalry



Tom took a warm wash cloth and washed the cream off and said, "I have more time left, I think I will oil her up, so it will not be irritating later on." When he removed the wet wash cloth from her bare slit, everyone whistled and said, "Nice work, Tom, not a hair in site! Now, when she walks down a nude beach, no one will know that she is not a true blonde anymore!" Lisa added, "Problem is, people will wonder if she is either a sexually active 12 year old girl or an underdeveloped 30 year old!" I had to admit that Jill's slit looked so fragile and tiny void of hair. Even with her legs spread wide, there was no way to see inside since her lips did not gap open. Tom had Beth sit next to Jill with her legs spread and pointed out to John and I how small Jill's slit is compared to her. 

John studied it and said, "No wonder she never knew how small Don was with a pussy that tight. When you oil her up, let me know how snug she really feels, OK?"

Tom, said, "You must be reading my mind!"

With that, Tom started to massage the oil over Jill's bare slit. I could tell that his warm hands were having an effect on my wife since now, instead of staring at the clock, she was biting her lip and watching as Tom was teasing her freshly bared pussy. Tom used three fingers and started to go up and down her pussy hoping to get his middle finger to sink into Jill's slit.

The last thing that Jill wanted to happen to her happened. Beth yelled, "Look, I think I see her clitty swelling up!" Jill tried in vain to not respond, but with her slit void of hair and the warm oil being massaged all over her she could not help but to respond. On the rare occasions that Jill allowed me to kiss her pussy I always noticed how her clit swelled when she was real aroused.

I could tell that Jill's mind was a storm of thoughts: betrayal, humiliation, jealousy, greed, and now arousal. Nothing that happened to Jill today was planned. Tom looked at the clock and saw that he still had 10 minutes. He went over to Beth and whispered in her ear and she blushed and told him, "You better enjoy this, because I doubt that this will ever be repeated, but because I love you I will do this for you." With that, Beth oiled up her hands and started to manipulate Jill's small pink nips. I thought Jill would scream or bite her lower lip off as she was fighting in vain with her body. Beth just said, "Relax Jill, I just want to give you and Tom some pleasure." With Lisa and John watching, the last thing Jill wanted to happen was for her to orgasm in such a humiliating setting. Jill kept trying to keep her body from responding, but was failing miserably.

Beth continued, "I recently read in Cosmo that all women's breast had the same amount of nerve endings. The article mentioned that smaller breasted women are much more likely to experience an orgasm from just nipple stimulation than larger breasted women like Lisa and I. Further into the article it stated that the smaller the male penis is, the more sensitive it is, too. The article noted that the man with a smaller penis has a harder time with controlling his ability to not cum prematurely and that they rarely can last more than 5 minutes of penetration. How sad for the poor women that marry men with small cocks, huh? Besides being unable to penetrate as deeply as their endowed counterparts can, they cum much faster, too. Have you found this to be true Jill? We already saw today that Don came within just a few strokes where Tom took a lot more foreplay. Now, as I tease your little nipples I can see your slit moisten and you are at the brink of orgasm.

Jill just laid there and watched Beth playing with her small pink buds some more making them more erect that I had ever seen them. Jill tried to fight moving her ass, but everyone could tell that she was being played by a master and wanted to release herself from fighting this, but she was determined to not give Lisa the satisfaction.

Beth surprised all of us next as her oily hands continued to tease Jill's nipples, she knelt between Jill's open knees and started to use her tongue on her pussy. Jill's eyes widened even more as she was not sure if she should be shocked or turned on. Beth's tongue found Jill's exposed clit and teased and sucked on it bringing her close. Lisa told her to just bring her close, but not all the way, so Beth continued her playfulness. I saw the sweat falling from Jill's forehead as she lay there panting like a horse that just completed the Kentucky derby.

Lisa smiled over to John and said, "I know what your task is going to be, go get it Tiger! Show her how a ride with you will make all other cocks frustrate her, especially ones as small as Don's."

Lisa use of Jill's line to her about her car came back to haunt her. Jill was now shaken back a bit into reality as she now realized that John's final task was to enter her pussy. Jill looked scared and for the first time this evening I think Jill gave the thought of losing her car some serious thought. If I knew what I do now, I would have easily made the trade of her car for her pussy being left untouched by John's large cock.

Jill looked over at me and said, "I just have to last 30 more minutes and this nightmare will be over, you make good money, but not enough to throw away 55 grand. Ok, Lisa, you won this battle, let your husband stick his dick in me."

John was now standing next to Jill with his cock rubbing on Jill's oiled up nipples, so that it was getting nice and slick. Jill's eyes kept getting bigger and bigger as she stared at his monster between his legs.

John said, "I am really looking forward to this, being the first man to find your 'button'. Up to now, you have experienced a clitoral orgasm or two, but tonight you will experience an orgasm like none other you have felt before. When I am done, you will not be satisfied by a small cock again. You will be frustrated every time you see Lisa because you know she is getting this pleasure any time she wants. Sure, you have your car, but Lisa has true riding pleasure every day."

Jill tried to turn her head from him, but she wanted to try to stay in control, so she watched as he kissed her nipples and sucked on them making her squirm once again. His mouth would alternate between each nipple as his finger would trace her slit. John told her to open her mouth and accept his cock and Jill had no choice but to comply. Jill could not open up enough, but seeing this high and mighty math teacher trying to get his head in her mouth was worth it all. He knew she could not get the rest in her mouth and did not want to waste any time because with her tight pussy it was going to take some work to ease it all the way in.

John worked his way up her body giving her pussy one final kiss. His mouth easily covered her whole slit and she screamed out loud trying to fight his touch. She hated her clit for responding since John just look at her and smiled as his tongue flicked her exposed clit knowing she was his for the taking.

John kneeled between Jill's legs and lifted her legs over his shoulders, so that her pussy was in front of his cock. John took his cock and rubbed it up and down slowly on her slit making her squirm. John then told Jill to grab his cock and rub herself with it. Jill's hands trembled as she tried to control the monster from over taking her.

John took her hands into his and raised them over her head, so that her breast appeared non existent. He smiled as he looked down her body with the head of his cock at her opening. Jill knew what was about to happen next, she still had 15 minutes left. John was a gentleman and eased the head into her opening. Being oiled up he was able to get that first inch or two, but he yelled, "Man, Don, you have left me with the tightest pussy I have felt in years, thank you!" He went in a little further and Jill grimaced a bit, but it was not as bad as she had feared. In fact, with him being so thick it was feeling very good, even though she wished it didn't. With each move her slit was tightly stretched around his cock and when he pulled out you could hear a suction sound followed by a pop. Very similar to the sound of your foot stuck in mud as you pull out.

Jill looked down and could see that her juices had only reached a third of his cock and that he would not be happy until it was all the way in. Problem was her clit wanted it more and more. With John being so thick, each stroke he made caused his shaft to rub on her clit, something she had never experienced before.

John then started to suck on her stretched titties as he went inside again, this time going 5" with the first push, He stopped sucking to tell Jill, "You are about to experience your first real cock, remember this feeling well, for you probably will not feel it again." With that John eased more of his cock breaking her 5" barrier. Jill has never had penetration last so long; if this was Don he would have came 2 strokes ago. John pushed in a few more inches and Jill let out the loudest deepest sounding moan I had ever heard her utter.

Lisa looked at me and said, "Jill just felt her 'button' get pushed for the first time in her life. Hard to say how this will change her Don. After John did this to me, I knew I was captive to him for life because I knew I had never had it found by any other man. I will do anything for John as long as he will fuck me with that large cock of his.

I then realized that perhaps the reason that some men seemed to have more control of their women was because they were able to be the first to discover this button on their woman. 

John asked Jill, "Want to feel it all in, baby? Want to feel what it feels like to come with 10 inches of hard meat inside of you?" Jill did not way a word at first, but wrapped her legs around his back and said, "Fuck me hard, you big stud, show me what I have been missing my whole life."

John backed up a bit until only a couple of inches were left inside, then he pushed all 10 inside as Jill started panting and crying with her first vaginal orgasm of her life. John was getting close, but he wanted to drive her harder and grabbed her ass as he drove violently into her. John yelled out, "I am cumming!" Jill just yelled, "Ah, ah , ah, ah over and over again until she yelled a final scream as she said she could feel his cock squirting so deep and hard inside her and she nearly passed out before John could pull his cock out of her.

When John finally pulled out we all gasped as we saw her small slit gape open for the first time. Being overcome with lust I went down on her and pumped my small cock inside amazed how her once snug pussy hardly had any contact on my small cock. Seeing her nipples so hard I came within three strokes.

Being the smart ass, Beth announced, "See, Cosmo never lies. Even after orgasming nearly an hour ago he still prematurely ejaculates." Our friends laugh at Beth's comments as my shrinking cock easily slips out of my wife.

Perhaps, if I get enough response to this story, I may divulge on how this event changed our lives forever.

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Rivalry in Indian Dorm Life



My name is Babbita. I am not the subject of observation. However, I have become part of it. I have gone native so to speak. So you must know me. My inclination has first manifested itself at age seven.

I was hiding under a corner bench of a banquet. The grown ups minded their own wedding celebration business and did not pay attention to us kids, especially, because we were beneath the furniture. Nine feet ahead of me were Yamir and Yamika sitting on their behinds with the legs slung sideways. A Western table served as a roof to the childhood play house. The tablecloths were the curtains. Yamika's hot little hands were holding tender Yamir's hands: "Will you marry me, when you grow up?" Bug eyed kiddie eyes looked back on her. After careful consideration of the novel idea, he agreed to marry her. Yamika placed a peck on Yamir's check and slung off. The next boy whom she propositioned was Waman.

I carefully updated my notes on the back of the wedding invitation with a crayon. Then, I drew another line on what I know now as a network diagram. Yamika was a serial bride. Yamir was her seventh groom this afternoon already. Yamika was the first kid to have gotten the idea of asking for marriage promises. From there, other kids copied her. Yamir was growing wiser by the moment, as he turned around to face me. He crawled under the chair between us on his belly. With his big head resting on his arms, he looked at me:

"Will you marry me, when we grow up?"

An ivory tower collapsed then. My enthusiasm for tallying the wedding game collided with the need to muster an action. The action failed me. Yet, Yamir made up for it all by himself. He turned his lips upside down and firmly placed the bundle of wet on my lips. The heroine, yours truly, was further daunted by such impulse and affection. So, I ran crying for my mother's skirt. Thus my first anthropological study ended. The lesson was to better camouflage myself for further studies.

My parents should have realized my anthropological talent, when I pushed my older brother out of the closet as an 18 year old teenager. The darkness of night was outside the windows. The incandescent lamp lighted up the dinner table. Piles of rice were smothered in Dal. I liked my rice like a pyramid with the right side covered in Dal. My older 19 year old brother liked his rice like a volcano with the Dal in the center as lava. My father liked to berate my mother about her duties in the household. He listed out all the things that he wanted her to buy at the grocery store. My mother was waving her index finger in the air higher and higher like a sailplane soaring in a thermal. When my father mentioned rice for the second time, because he hadn't paid attention to his own list, her hand came smashing down on his chest with a shrill 'Kutha.'

After 300 seconds of respectful silence, I announced that I had a presentation. Mother looked at me sternly: "Is this for school or your nonsense?" I assured her that it was a relevant family matter. Her feet walking to the kitchen to fix dessert suggested her disbelief in my words. I started by asserting that a twink described a young-looking, clean-looking, and slender man like my brother, as honorably as he was sitting at the dinner table. My brother helped me to an extra spoonful of rice. Unfortunately, he missed my plate and hit my sari. A bear described heavy-set and bearded male, who appears to be very cuddly. Observing the eye movement in the streets of my brother, he clearly preferred to check out bears. Last week counted 23 glances of more than 3 seconds at a bear. My brother must have gotten very excited, because he accidentally kicked my shins under the table.

Evidently, the fascination for boys had started five months ago, when the cousin from Bombay stayed with us for a weekend. He had shared the room with my brother and me. I had started making fake snoring noises immediately with lights out. It did not take long for the young lads to start a whispered conversation. The cousin was very proud of his male genitalia. They brought their penises out at moonlight to compare. The cousin's seemed long, yet thin. My brother's was more of a stout nature.

They could not trust each other in the weak moonlight. As they did not dare turning on the light and wake me, they took measures on each other with their own hands. There was a discussion about measuring flaccid or stiff, from the back or from the front. They kept taking each others measurements until the cousin said, 'feels good, doesn't it?' A silence had fallen. My brother invited the cousin into his bed to hold each other. Nothing happened that night. I carefully analyzed the bed sheets and the trash can. Father did not seem comforted by this, as he flung two plates off the dinner table, when his fist pounded on it.

However, my brother bought a magazine the next day with his new credit card for his 18th birthday gift. My unimaginative brother hid the magazine under his mattress. I regularly check the typical hiding spots in the house. My brother's first centerfold was Ettore Tosi, an Italian porn stud. The centerfold showed him slouching in a turquoise ottoman. His head hair was short and curly. Warm blue eyes and a soft smile looked straight at the viewer. The chest hair was curly all the way out to the male nipples. The six pack abs were covered in fluffy hair with a thick line of hair running up the middle. His hands were holding down his khakis with an open fly. The penis hung out of the V of the pant fly like the lord's candle. My brother left two cum dribs on the lower right corner. This was his first gay wanking session. Mother was waving the rice pot high in the air. She was completely oblivious that it had contained rice, which was now spilled over her hair, clothes, and the floor.

Obviously, I secretly followed my brother everywhere that week. By Friday, he had set up a date. If I may add, it took quite a bit of skill on my part to follow him for an hour through the busy streets. I was hiding behind the last antiquated red British telephone booth. He sat in a bistro chair made from skinny wood. He was all dapper and even wearing an elegant white hat with a black band. The other young man was rather bear-like. His chest was big. The suit was smooth. My dear father unduly interrupted me by pulling me into the air with both of his hands. I reached for the picture frame behind me. I waved the highlight of my presentation prematurely in the air. It was my brother's wet and first used condom ever framed and preserved to show his children.

My father said that it was for my own protection, when he explained why he locked me in the closet. Obviously, the reaction to my presentation was rather surprising. I had diligently collected all the evidence to paint a rather engaging portrait of my brother's sexual development. At the time, I used the night in the closet to take notes on my brother's coming out night. Later, I noticed the pun of being locked in the closet, when my brother figuratively came out of the closet. I learned about de-closeting being a delicate emotional process. My academic arrogance had cheated me out of observing my brother's coming out.

At the time, my class mates and family simply considered me nosy. I considered myself destined as a prodigy of anthropology. Unfortunately, my high school offered neither anthropology nor journalism. However, the school had Ekanga, our school's handyman. He was a jolly man, who took much joy in watching the teenagers at lunch brake. He'd break up fights and give heart broken girls flowers from the school garden. We'd watch the teenagers scatter around and chatter with each other.

My favorite pastime with Ekanga was making profiles. We'd pick a kid like pocket grabber boy. We nicknamed him that. He had a habit of walking up to a girl and asking her to look over his homework. As the girl would lean over his papers, he would slide clothes pretending to get a better look. Then, he'd put his right hand in his pant pocket and start shifting around the change. When the girl would suspect some kind of oddness in the air and shifted a bit away, he would tell her that he was really scared of the particular teacher. They'd usually keep helping him. The smart ones told him that they'd bring his homework corrected back at the end of break and walked away.

Ekanga and I were curious to find the origin of the boy's behavior. He'd soon graduate with the other eighteen year old boys. So, we made a bet. If I won, he promised to get me into an anthropology college. If he should win, I had to bring him a naked photo of my mother. He was a pervert in some ways and reminded me that college were a much bigger deal than a photo.

The last pocket boy's last girl was a buxom blonde Indian of fair skin. She wore a black net over her hair. Her eye lids were colored blue. Pearls were her ear rings on either side. She wore a tight blue sari. I was nervous to approach her. She gave me a quick hug. A hug is an utter warm feeling that distracts from one's purpose. The girl had not paid much mind to pocket boy. However, when his habit was revealed to her, she squirmed. A plan was laid to find the first girl. They would acquire pocket boy's notebooks. With the help of other girls, they would find the handwriting of the first girl ever to write in his notebooks to help him with homework.

After school, they approached pocket boy. They asked him for a little company until the bus would arrive. It only takes two girls and a boy will do anything. They led him behind the school building to the athletic track. With school out, the area was completely abandoned. They sat down on the grass under a tree. The girl brought out an empty milk bottle from lunch and announced a game of truth or dare. Pocket boy was so excited, that he wiped his palms up and down his thighs. Do boys realize when they drool?

The girl's first spin landed on me. She dared me to kiss her on the lips. That said, she leaned over before I realized, I tasted pink lipstick for the first time. Anthropological side note, lip stick colors cannot be tasted. Her hand reaching for one of my boobs startled me just as much. Her tongue slithered between my lips for a moment. Anthropological side note, this was my first French kiss. She smiled at me with a sparkle.

My next spin landed me the boy. Of course, I dared him to give me his notebooks until the next morning. He was all too eager to push me his book bag in exchange for making the next spin. I was the lucky one again. He dared me to show my boobs. The problem was that I was wearing a dress. Lifting up my white knee long dress would mean raising the hemline from my knees up to show my thighs, my panties, my belly, and finally my bra. So, I quickly jumped up, raising and lowering the same second to only exhibit a flash.

The bus honked to spare me further misery. I limped with his book bag hitting against my thigh. In the bus, the girl and I had our own booth. The seat in front of us gave us cover, so that only the bored and gray haired lady on the opposite side of the aisle could make out, what we were doing. Pocket boy's hand writing was a horrible squiggle. All the letters were four levels high and as wide as a pigeon's toe. Yet, every entry was diligently dated. The first girl's corrections were made to an entry about five months ago. The girl was an observing Hindu girl, now sitting at the back of the bus in a chaste sari and sandals. She wore the correct bindi dot on her forehead for her caste, gender, and marital status. The only little personal flair on her was a bear pin marking that she was part of the eighteen year old club. She was occupied reading Bhagavad Gita. We interrupted her middle in the discussion between Arjuna and Krishna, if it were better to forgo action or to act. The hindu girl was consciously upset about the interruption of her religious duty and subconsciously glad to be freed of reading the same well known chapter again.

Hindu girl quickly started telling about her encounter with pocket boy. It was during a class excursion right after her eighteen's birthday. To celebrate the last student in class turning eighteen, the English language teacher had taken them to the first R rated movie: Sin Nombre. Funny enough, the movie was in Spanish with English subtitles. The boys in class thought that the teacher was too stupid. The girls in class thought that the teacher wanted to be hip and had taken them to a movie that showed young love and a bit of skin. Pocket boy had found his way onto the red seat with orange style lines next to Hindu girl.

At first, he had whispered her friendly things in her ear. After a few distractions from the movie, his lips had accidentally touched her ear. She had moved over to the other end of her chair. It was dark. Everyone was quiet to listen to the movie. She did not dare talking. However, when his arm fell over the arm rest onto her side, she told him firmly to keep his arms away from him. Faces started turning toward her. She froze into her seat trying karma yoga tricks to become invisible. Pocket boy's hand came back a few movie scenes later. She told him to put his hands in his pocket and if she saw the brown skin of his hands outside her pocket, she would go to the teacher. Seemingly, it had worked. However, the breathing and body position in his chair suggested something laborsome going on. Only, the next day, when he asked her for help with his homework, had she realized what kind of pocket habit she had taught him.

Hindu girl and blondie decided to teach pocket boy a lesson in reverse eve teasing. They walked to the rear exit, where pocket boy was standing holding onto a pole in the bus. I stayed back to remain the objective observer. Blondie brushed against pocket boy's salwar butt. He was wearing traditional pajama like salwar pants with a draw string. Pocket boy jumped a little up. His head cocked a little back, before it jumped forward, when he comprehended that someone had just touched his behind. Blondie left her hand hanging in the vicinity waiting for the next street corner. As the bus turned, everyone swayed a little to the opposite side, except for blondie's hand, which reached between pocket boy's legs to tweeze his balls briefly. Pocket boy moved forward to hug the bus pole. His gaze turned around to meet Blondie and Hindu girl. Blondie excused her 'accident.'

Hindu girl wagered her move with the next pothole that had everyone jostling. Her fingers went on a sniping mission, pulling the drawstring of his pants. The loose salwar quickly slid down on both sides, exposing the white drawers. Pocket boy was holding his pants center. His shoulders seemed to duck a little, as he hastily secured his prudent dress. The Hindu girl got bold and flicked his nipple through the t-shirt.

The scene is still vivid in front of my eyes. The old ram shackled bus with the chips on the handles, the bright Bangalore sun, and the colorful throng of people outside in the streets. Pocket boy was making his way back in the bus away from the girls. A college girl stood with black 'Blank Noise Project' and jeans. All she wanted to know in the affirmative was, if it was justified and if frog boy was over eighteen. Then, she pushed pocket boy onto a bus bench, sat down next to him, and blocked him from getting out. Blondie and Hindu girl were kneeling on the bench in front of them. Blondie reached over the back rest to pinch his nose closed. As he started breathing through the mouth, Blondie taunted him, 'oh, you are so turned on, you are panting already.' 

"Do you want to touch my breast?" "No, no, no!" "Are you saying that my breasts are saggy, old, and ugly?" "No, no, no, they are wonderful!" The Blank Noise girl grabbed his hand and put it on her boob. With the other hand, she felt for his crotch. "Are you getting hard?" Pocket boy jumped back in the seat. It seemed that he tried to disappear in the fold between the seat upholstery and the backrest. "Oh, that's not doing it for you, how about this?" Blank Noise put his hand from her boob inside of her jeans to feel her front. Blondie still leaning over the backrest raised her top to shower her yellow bra into pocket boy's face. "Oh, you love those, don't you?"

Hindu girl kicked of a sandal. She pulled her sari up, so that she could reach the leg across the backrest. She pushed the balls of her foot over his eye. "Kiss my feet, kiss my feet" Blank Noise girl let go of his hand on her boob to run her finger nails on his throat as a thread. He started kissing the balls of her foot. The Hindu girl giggled with enjoyment. "We got a hard one, pull his salwar off," called the Blank Noise girl. The Hindu girl came around the seat. She squatted down and bent over Blank Noise girl's sneakers to reach the ankle of pocket boy's salwar. She pulled them down. His drawers stuck to the tightly tied drawstrings. She grabbed them and his sandals. She followed the instructions on the window to push in case of emergency. The window flapped open. The drawers, salwar, and sandals flew out into the street among the chaos of two stroke mopeds. With this, the older women at the back of the bus started shooing away the sole two men.

Pocket boy was sitting there in his t-shirt, naked underneath, with his penis hard in Blank Noise girl's hand. He was sitting there with lust in his penis and panic in his head. The girls commanded him to dance. He was unmoved until Hindu girl's hand slapped down on his face and left a red mark: "We want entertainment, too." He stood up. He started moving his hips in circles. "Spank your ass, make us wet." He spanked himself. "Show us your ass. Pull your cheeks to the side." He did as ordered and revealed the pink of his anus. The girls started poking around in it. He was fire red in the face. He started struggling against them.

Blank Noise girl asked the Hindu girl for her Sari. A Sari is a long piece of fabric that is wrapped around the body a few times. She wore a modest bra and panties that covered half her thigh underneath. She had never been that naked in public. Yet, she merely looked like a Western tourist. She unwrapped the Sari from her body. Blank Noise girl tied pocket boy's wrist behind his back and his ankles together. Then, she tied the ankles behind his back to his shoulders in a hog tie. He was lying on his stomach across both seats of the bus bench. She scooted towards the aisle, lowered her jeans and ordered him 'eat!' Her arms reached behind her to rest on the seat opposite the aisle. Her feet wrapped around his body. Her pelvis pushed into his face. Blondie spanked his naked butt over the backrest and cheered 'eat her well.'

A mere minute later, the Blank Noise girl pushed him off. She partly untied him to take off his t-shirt and throw it out into the streets. Now completely naked, her lips went down on his rod until he was firm again. She straddled him with space in between, so that she could stroke his cock. She pushed one of her breast free of clothes into his mouth. He quickly came and soiled himself on his belly. So, he was sitting naked and drenched in his own cum in a public bus, completely exposed and denigrated.

The girls tied pocket boy naked in the aisle. His butt was facing forward. His hip was tied to one pole. His arms were tied to two poles further behind, so that he was bending forward. They painted with pink lip stick on his thigh and ass: "Eve teasing is bad. Please, teach me just how bad." The girls ran of at the next stop, leaving him exposed and at the mercy of anyone. I stayed on the bus to observe.

The first person to approach him was an old man with gray hair and a neat shirt and pleated pants. He was walking with a wooden cane. It was one of those canes made of wood of the same diameter with a 180 degree curve on top. He reached the curved part of the cane between pocket boy's legs. Then, he looped it over his penis and pulled back gently to probe the standing power of the still erect member. Satisfied, he pulled the wooden walking stick back. He tried to insert the handle of the stick into pocket boy's ass. Yet, pocket boy was an anal virgin. So, he let go. He cupped pocket boys balls with his hands to say good bye.




Rivalry in Indian Dorm Life



The second person was a holy woman. She looked like she had been living in the streets of donations for months. Her hair was kinky, twisted, and unkempt. Her hands were dirty with street dust. She must have crawled through the filthiest streets as a form of karma yoga to wash clear of her sins. Her sole dress was a black torn sarong that was thrown over sloppily. It exposed skin here and there in between the folds of fabric. White and red paint covered most of her face. She approached pocket boy cautiously pushing the right leg forward and dragging the left behind. As she stood next to his naked butt, she called out to Lord Shiva and slapped his butt hard.

A uniformed police officer entered the bus. The driver had summoned for help earlier. However, the holy woman gave the whole thing the appearance of a religious act. The officer stood there curiously in the distance out of respect to this obviously ascetic initiation act. The woman started tickling the helplessly tied up pocket boy. While he writhed around giggling, she chanted to cow spirits. She reached under her sari to her crotch. Her hand came out. She painted mystic symbols on his back with juices of her unwashed twat. She sat on the ground under him and performed fellatio. As he came shuddering into the dirty wicked woman, she had her satisfaction. She hadn't received any donations in days and was hungry. The cum was her food. She walked off the bus at the next stop.

The police officer called after her: "You forgot your disciple." She was gone. The police officer scratched his head. Once backup arrived at the next bus stop, they untied him and walked him off the bus. They made a tight circle around him.

I remained sitting in the same seat. There were only people left in the front half of the bus. The streets outside had gotten empty, as we approached my residential neighborhood. I had a notepad on pen on my lap to record the events and the story of pocket boy. I glanced at people outside. I looked at their boobs, behind, and feet, the mundane body parts that had been so alive a few minutes ago. A woman walked with a sari that I now knew could be used to tie someone down. A sandal foot stepped into a water puddle with foam. I knew such a foot to be in pocket boy's face a little earlier. Pocket boy, the boy who had learned to grab his penis through his pocket, while talking to girls.

At home, everything was quiet. My brother was probably out chasing pants. My dad was still at work. My mother was quietly doing house work. My room had an unmade bed and a pile of clothes. The computer was in the corner. The canopy of the tree outside my window shielded most of the sun light. The window was wide open. I could feel the outside air and hear the sounds of our quiet residential street. My computer crackled the hard drive as it started up. My brown hands were resting on the keyboard waiting for the slow box to come alive. The notebook with the fresh notes was open next to the keyboard. I looked at the snow globe on the drawer. It was a souvenir from visiting my uncle near the Himalayas. He had a beautiful farm with its own lake and baby chickens under a heat lamp.

My fingers started typing the anthropology article for the Bangalore Society of Living Anthropology: "Hidden Auto Erotic Behavior in Adolescents". The time blurred as I was typing. By the time that I was done, I had to check around me, as darkness had fallen and my ma had already thrown her second slipper against the wall to make me come down for dinner: Yellow dal with rice and chapatti again. The good news was Mangos for dessert.

The next morning at school, Ekanga already waited outside on me. He stood there leaning against the school building with his hands in his farmer John pants with the two shoulder straps. His white sneakers were slightly worn. The stream of school children ignored him as they passed through the double glass door building. Ekanga looked straight at me, as I walked up to him. I was wearing a green skirt today to celebrate my successful research of yesterday. The green skirt was my most prized possession. It was from a boutique of imported clothing. It was knee high and made of soft, fluffy material.

After I finished telling pocket boy's story on the way to my classroom, he said that he'd honor his bet. He would get me into a college to study anthropology. He'd drive me to admission interviews, write me a recommendation letter, tutor me, or whatever needed to be done. He said that he was bound by his word. He also suggested that the Blank Noise Project girl may have point to an interesting anthropology research project. The Blank Noise Project is an anti-eve teasing organization. They sometimes walk around with banners or video tape young man harassing young girls. Their slogan is 'I never asked for it.' I had been curious myself.

On the bus ride home, the Blank Noise girl was there again. She sat by herself. Today, she was wearing a tight snow camouflage pant that showed her butt clearly. She was wearing black slippers and a blank t-shirt with a deep v-cut. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun. The black hair at her sides was smooth and shimmering in the daylight. Her lips were painted red and she had mascara on her eyes. She said, 'hey girl,' as I sat down next to her. She explained to me that she was part of the military wing of the Blank Noise project, just as the IRA had a political and a military wing. The political wing works the public perception and negotiations. The military wing achieves real results on the ground. She invited me to follow her. Her name was Fila.

Fila stood up. She placed herself next to a group of standing bus riders near the rear exit. A middle aged woman was facing the front. Her right hand held onto a vertical bus pole. In the crook of her elbow was a large black handbag hanging. It was one of those large handbags that may as well be able to have carried a shotgun. Next to her facing outside the window was college boy. He had his black hair slicked and styled. He was wearing a damper pant and shirt. The top button of his shirt was undone to add a casual note to his elegant appearance. He had an elegant leather watch on his arm. His face looked like he was a bit too eager to look like a business man.

At the first rustling in the bus for a pot hole, everyone swayed a bit, except for Fila. Fila swiftly pushed the black handbag into the college boy's groin. The middle aged woman assumed that her handbag was swinging, because of the pothole. The college boy's eyes popped open and his butt popped back. Fila whispered to me: "It does not hurt them. It simply startles them a lot to get touched there. He is learning that the recipient side of eve teasing is not much fun."

The cute college boy had the habit of changing his weight from one foot to the other about every minute. Every time, he did that, his body shifted a couple inches to either side. Fila perfectly timed the next shift towards her with her moving her full, beautiful, and round boobs forward. The college boys arm softly bumped into her boob. He stopped. He shirked back. His face turned red and he shuffled a step away mumbling 'sorry.' Fila quickly took up the space and waited for him to relax and shift his bodyweight again. When he turned at her in surprise again, she gave him a look like he was seriously out of line. He walked a few steps off to the center of the bus. There was a space without chairs to provide more standing room. Fila giggled to me: "This is the bus waltz."

A minute later, Fila motioned me to follow her to where the college boy stood. There was a map over head. She placed herself in front of college boy to point her finger up at the map. She told me about a few stops that we could take for different clothing stores. I almost thought that she wanted me to go shopping with her, until she let her arm drop down with a little too much a swing. Her hand swung a bit behind her and got college boy in the crotch. He jumped a little bit with both feet. His posture and movement suggested discomfort and confusion. Fila said to him with a sexy voice: "Oh, you are standing awfully close to me." College boy turned around to face away from us and cut us out of his world. She whispered to me: "Oh, now he is learning to give us girls some space."

Fila slowly and carefully reached her hand towards his butt. His pants were dressy. The fabric was a pattern of grey, white, and black dots, mostly grey. His butt looked well formed. There was a sharp line running down his pants from ironing. At first, college boy did not even seem to notice the hand. With a little more pressure, his butt twitched like a fly had landed there. Fila started drawing circles on his butt cheek. College boy seemed to be confused. He made a step forward. Yet, Fila's hand kept following him. She switched to his other butt cheek. A little boy from across the aisle was turned around back to watch the scene.

The crowd from the front of the bus shuffled deeper to the back to make place for newcomers. College boy had to make a step back to make space. Of course, Fila was standing right behind him. So, his body pushed against hers. Her boobs were rubbing in his back. His hand hanging down touched her pants. He turned around to apologize. Fila slapped his face faster. There were tears at the edge of his eyes. His face was deep red. He said that he was sorry. There was space behind Fila. Yet, she did not budge at all. The college boy was wedged between her and a large, overweight market merchant. The market merchant had large flabby t-shirt with sweat stains running down the bag.

College boy was now helplessly trapped. Fila's hand started tapping his butt. She quickly and easily tapped on his butt in the middle and lower part. She gave him thin pinches with her thumb and index finger. When college boy reached back to push her hand away, she'd be quicker and make sure that his hand would reach her t-shirt or pant fabric. Then, she would loudly and shrill for everyone to hear tell him to let go of her clothes. He gave up resisting. Fila played with his butt, however she wanted.

The bus filled up even more until they were all stuck in a mass of people like a tire is stuck in deep mud. Fila pressed her body against college boys back side. Her thighs touched his hamstrings. Her boobs pressed against the middle of his back. Her lips were resting on the side of his neck leaving red lip prints. Her hand reached around his waste and slipped into the front of his pants. Her hand slipped under his drawers. Her hand slipped onto the hardened mast. Her hand explored the mast going down. Her hand found great depth until she reached the base of the mast. The hand gripped firmly and pulled the skin up over the head. With a little more pressure the hand pulled the skin down over the penis again. The hand explored the balls that were hanging much lower. The ball sack was relaxed, open, and large due to the heat in the bus.

College boy steadied his stance and got a firmer grip on the handrail. Fila enjoyed feeling the soft skin on the hard organ. She pumped it well. The penis started convulsing a bit. Fluid came out of it. The fluid slowly seeped into the drawers. Fila's hand wiped herself off on the college boy's clothes. A minute later, the fluid had seeped through the thin dress pant fabric and started marking a dark circle. Fila's hand tapped the market merchant in front of college boy: "Hi, I think that this man has been rubbing himself on you."

The market merchant turned around to seize up college boy. When the market merchant saw the dark wet spot at the crotch of the pants, he started bawling. Two large brawns came down on college boy's shoulders. College boy came down to the floor with them. Bystanders were falling sideways. Others shuffled to the side. The market merchant was sitting on college boy's belly. Ironically the wet spot was right up against his ass. I did not see more, because Fila was pulling me by the hand through the crowd. Fila found narrow spaces between people to squeeze in.

We were at the market. Multi-colored clothed people were pressing their way ahead, while pushing large bags and carts with their purchases in front of them. Fila pulled stickers out of her back pocket. She'd peel off the back side and press the sticky side onto crotches of men that she pushed her way through. An old man with grey hair and a shifty gait from age was holding his woman by the side. Fila's hand made a mouth out of her middle finger and thumb. She pinched the old man's underside with her index fingers on the balls and her thumb on his asshole. The man slowly turned around and looked at her to avoid startling his wife.

"The young man on the bus did not do anything. Yet, you punished him."

"Yes, he did not do anything. Remember, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure."

"I think that maybe you liked the handsome guy."

"Yes, that too. What is your interest in this anyway?"

"I want to study anthropology in college. To get credentials on my college application, I am publishing papers at a local anthropology paper. My friend proposed that your organization would be a good topic."

"I tell you, what a good topic is. It is the best topic ever. Research rites, codes, and life of secret societies at college! There is a college here in Bangalore, which has the most evolved secret student life of all schools in India. There are many reports and claims of bits and pieces. Yet, nobody has been able to write anything substantial about that college."

"(continued) Three anthropologists have tried to go to the college undercover. The first already failed admissions. Apparently, one has to bring a man. The man has to completely undress and present an erect penis. Her husband, who had volunteered, apparently could not get hard under the pressure of the situation. The second was found on the first day naked in the trunk of a cab. She had three cucumbers stuck in her body: her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. The third lasted all four years in college. However, she was turned by the secret societies in school and never published a word."

We kept walking through the market and taking different buses. Fila's games with the men continued. I took notes. She even let me interview some of the men after her counter harassment, if she had only done simple things to them. That evening, I wrote another successful article for the Bangalore Society of Living Anthrophology. Ekanga had agreed in the end to come to the admissions interview, if he could wear a black towel across his face with holes for his eyes cut out.

The college building was a large rusty red square with white stones at the corner. There was a low brick wall around the building. The little patches of grass between the entrance gate and the building suggested that the designer had intended the brown patch to be a lush green lawn. A singular tree guarded a hard patch of soil. The hallway behind the entrance door was linoleum and functional white walls. A couple photos of principals hung on the wall. A glass cabinet showed a few trophies and certificates for various student activities. A wall carpet had the school banner woven in. An open door into an administrative room lit up the hallway a bit. There were only spaced out singular sounds suggesting that college was not in session at the moment due to an early summer break.

All the doors had square signs next to them. I stopped at the one labeled 'principal's office.' Ekanga stood behind me. His nervousness made him seem extra wobbly. He was wearing a shirt with lines running across the white. His shoes were extra shined for the occasion. He carefully pulled the edges of his black towel over his face. He feared that he could be recognized by his ears and wanted to know, if they were showing. Supposedly, ears are as unique as a finger print. I was holding a portable stereo in one hand and my application papers in the other. I was struggling to knock at the door and open it later with my elbow. Ekanga was busy bending his elbows as a gymnast would to prepare for a series of summersaults.

The esteemed principal's office had wide glass windows that gave an expansive few on the local low rooftops. Plaques and framed certificates gave the principal his power. The principal had a large leather chair with a high backrest. The two chairs in front of his wide and deep desk were simply metal frame chairs with a plain fabric and thin cushion. The armrests were simply metal bars holding the backrest in place. A wide open daily Bangalore newspaper hid the entire principal. Only a glowing cigar appeared to rest on a glass ashtray on the table and tell us: "Capture my attention." It was an old application interview trick from Oxford to make the applicant work hard.

"Okay, my turn. Run the music!" said Ekanga. I pressed play on the portable stereo. The Bollywood movie music Dum Mast Mast started blaring. The stereo was quite chap. So, the blaring was stronger than the music. Ekanga jumped out of his chair. He raised his arms in front of him and started shaking his shoulders. His whole body flabbed around. Then, he jumped across the room scissoring his straight arms in front of him. Next, he rested his chin on the top edge of the principal's newspaper. He had to lean far over the desk to get there. He started at the top button to undo his shirt. His butt was shaking next to my knees in the air with the music.

The shirt went flying through the air behind him. I had to get up to collect it. Now, Ekanga was half squatting down. He pulled his arm back and pulled himself forward by the power of pantomime. After a few pulls, his feet started swinging high to throw off his shoes. One shoe hit the window with a bang. The other shoe hit the lamp. I rummaged through the principal's window plants to find the shoe. Ekanga stood now next to the principal vibrating his whole body to make his pants slide down. He stepped out of them and started running around the office to stop frequently and look around like a spy trying to spot a hidden enemy. Ekanga's fat flapped on his middle aged body. He had a few hairs on his chest and rosy small nipple buds. His back was a bit hunkering round from fat with a bit muscle. Around this time, the principal covered his entire head in the newspaper. The principals head looked like Papier-mâché.

Ekanga started really getting into it as his hands and feet were on the ground with his butt happily in the air dancing to the music, while facing the sunlight and the principal. The son had ended. In stark silence, Ekanga rushed to get his drawers pulled down and flung over his feet. There was a little stomach fold over his pubic hair. His balls hang lower than his penis. Ekanga reached for the penis and talked to him: "Get hard! Get hard!" The silence brought the full awkwardness to the situation. It was awkward in both directions. Ekanga was naked, very immodest. Ekanga was soft, not good enough for admission. In desperation, Ekanga started smacking his penis on the leather of the desk with loud thuds. The principal's head appeared from under the newspaper to find out, what was going on.

"Babbita, I would never think of you in that way. You got to hold my penis with your hand." Ekanga turned to me. I reached with my hand for his penis. I felt the soft flesh. It felt like jell-o, only the skin held it together to keep it from running between my fingers. Worried about failing admission, I leaned forward, puckered my lips, and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of the penis right were the opening was. Ekanga looked out of the window: "I am not even looking."

I was looking at the brownness and pinkness of it. I looked at the straight shaft and the round curve, where the head attached to the shaft. I gave it another neat kiss through puckered lips. This time, I pointed my tongue, moved my tongue out of my mouth and tasted the handyman's penis. The skin was dry. I formed a large cave with my mouth. Without touching his penis, I slowly blew hot and moist air on it.




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Ekanga's penis started growing. I moved my head back to look at it. The head barely noticeably slow moved forward away from my hand. The shaft grew longer between my hand and the penis head. The penis grew rounder. Ekanga presented him right next to the principal with his hard on: "See, I did it all naked and erect!" "Yes, you did it. You may go now into the side room." I gave Ekanga the pile of his clothes as he left through the side room. The principal reviewed my academic records and made me correct a few things on the application form.

The rest of my observations at the college are part of my dissertation. So, I cannot write about them. However, there was a time, when we went off campus. I can tell you that time. We had won the first dorm soccer tournament. Dorm soccer has little to do with real soccer. It is a vile hazing game with little rules that mainly provide the backdrop for abuse. Our team consisted of my room mates. There is Sheela. She is an innocent rural girl. She seems to have a little crush on our room mother Trishana. There is Rhada. She exudes sexuality and is very knowledgeable. My bunk mate Anisha tends to always get punished. She almost has aura that attracts punishment to her. It is like it is the only way that she knows that she belongs, if she gets punished. There was a highly promised reward for winning the dorm soccer tournament.

One of the dorm rules was absolute nudity from dusk till dawn. The reason for the rule was that our dorm mothers could at all times inspect our perfectly shaved pubic hair. Due to the proximity of living with so many girls it was deemed necessary to be cleanly shaven. The true reason was probably simply to have all the freshmen run around naked, while our dorm mothers, students of the last year, were dressed. My roommates and I were corralled out of our room, down the hallways into the yard in front of the school building. The low brick fence left us naked and exposed to the public. However, as it was night, the street was empty. The exception was the taxi that had stopped. The driver in his drab clothes was leaning against his car smoking and watching us.

The dorm mother's explained to us that our treat and reward was a secret mission. It may seem at first like a punishment. We were to be given to a rival college for a night and day of punishment to their pleasing. However, the treat part was that we were on a secret mission. We were to still the underwear of the rival principal. To successfully steal a pair of his underwear would bestow much glory on us. If we succeeded, all of our freshman class mates would have to serve us however we wanted for an entire week.

We were let out onto the sidewalk with our bare feet on the pavement. There was a blue pickup truck. We were corralled onto of the truck bed. Our bare feet stood on the corrugated metal truck bed. Our naked butts sat on the rim of the metal trunk. We were quickly ushered to stand up. There was a tall metal create on the trunk bed. It was about six feet tall, like an oversized coffin.

Sheela was told to lie down on the rough wood. Rhada was told to squeeze herself next to it. The two were nestled into the bottom of the crate touching each other. I was ordered to lie on top of Rhada facing down. Rhada kissed me on the lips as a warm welcome. Our boobs, stomach, and hips were resting skin to skin against each other. I lowered my head to her side to rest it comfortably.Anisha lay down next to me. The top of the crate was pushed against my butt. The sound of the hammer driving nails into the crate shuddered in my ears. The car started and we were driven off.

When the car would make a swift motion for an abrupt stop or a pothole, eight girl hands were reaching around four naked girl bodies. Rhada got tired of my weight. We tried to shift sideways to both lie on the side. My butt cheeks got pressed against Sheela behind me. Anisha accidentally drooled on my neck. Rhada stole kisses from my face.

The car motion was replaced by humans carrying our crate. The car motions were short jerks. The human motions were large and soft movements. We were placed on the ground. We heard a crowbar pulling nails out of the crate, until the chanting of many college girls drowned out the sound: "Fresh meat! Fresh meat!"

We weren't given much of a chance. We got one glimpse of a large mess hall with clothed tables and college girls in uniform. Then, we would be dragged off by a single leg. The other leg would fall to the side to widely expose our sexes and anus to any onlooker. Thus, our weight resting on our chest, we were dragged. The smooth floor glided under our breasts. Occasionally, the skin squeaked against the floor.

Next we were lifted on little service tables on wheels. The tables were as long as our torso. Our butt was right at the edge of the table. The legs were placed on medical stirrups to raise them out of the way of any access to our bodily orifices below. Our heads rested on a little head rest extending out of the table. The surface of the table was covered with elegant white table clothes. Under the table was another level where certain knick knacks had been placed. We were neatly tied to the table with soft white rope.

A tall girl with a black, checkered skirt, white blouse, and shiny black shoes addressed the crowd: "Dear fellows, today we are learning to cook with humans." The mess hall became quiet. The cook lifted a white asparagus stalk high into the air. "Of course, you expect something phallus shaped." She pushed the white asparagus into my vagina. The feeling was cold and thin, so thin that my muscles or tension could not resist the foreign object.

"While the vaginal emission provides a nice coating, asparagus does not take on much of the pussy flavor. Something soft and porous like these bread cubes acts like a sponge absorbing her liquids. As bread easily crumbs and crumbs are hard to get out, we put the bread cubes into a little bag made from cheese clothes. It is called a sachet garni. It comes with a string attached to pull it out." A finger joined the asparagus and started circling to loosen up my vagina. Then, the little bag with three bread cubes was pushed inside of me. This was all interesting for anthropological reasons. Human cooking is little documented.

"You probably wonder about the ass. There is so much more space. Even the taste may be strong, there is a valid place in human cooking. A little bit ass taste can be delicious, just like salt makes dishes excellent, yet is unbearable to eat by itself. Here is a cherry tomato. We will dip it into her ass only for a second and put it into her pussy for finishing. Covering the cherry tomato in olive oil makes it go in more easily."

A moment later, I felt two fingers pushing around the outside of my anus. Then, with a sudden movement, a cherry tomato plunged into me. I felt repulsed. I tried to call out, yet swallowed any sound in the shock. The cook's voice told me to shit the cherry tomato out into her hand. A second later, her fingers pinched my nipples so hard that I felt it down to my clitoris. The pinch turned harder on my nipple, until I was pushing hard despite my repulsion to shit into a cupped hand of another person. The cherry tomato popped out. The cook held it up to her nose to smell it. With satisfaction, she pushed it into my vagina.

"Now, we don't want to overfill the pussy oven. Even, if there is more space, there may not be enough juices to go around. So, let's turn the oven on." The cook rolled a Hitachi vibrator wand out on a rolling stand. The stand had three wheels and a height adjustable metal stick in between. The Hitachi want was placed against my vagina. The vibrations were intense and shook my body like a Jumping Jack soil compactor to make streets.

The cook lectured over the whirring of the vibrator: "Of course, when you get bored, there is the entertainment feature of a human oven." My headrest was flipped down. I tried holding my neck up. Yet, a hand pushed down on my forehead. The cook lifted her skirt and dumped it over me. She pushed her vulva against my lips and told me to lick. Her vulva was dry. The cook must be nervous about public speaking. I licked her a couple times all the way up and down. Then, she stepped away. She continued her lecture on other recipes with Rhada, Sheela, and Anisha.

My world was intensely colored by the Hitachi at my pussy and my sexual feelings. It is weird getting sexual aroused without being mentally turned on. It is almost like an outer body experience. Apparently, my pussy got wet. Apparently, I felt good. Apparently, I was kind of confused about being in front of so many people naked and thus treated. As I got sweaty from the experience, the cook came back to place rice sushi rolls on my stomach and breasts. She wanted to soak up the essence of my sweat into the rice.

The feeling of pleasure rose and ebbed on my clitoris. At times, I felt my whole trunk dully being shaken by vibrations. Other times, I felt a plum of passion in my loins that made me press down on the Hitachi to feel it more. The first orgasm was the best. The latter ones were mere peaks. My eyes would close and all I'd see were colors. My eyes would fall open. With my head tilted back, I'd see one of the college girls at a dining table. She'd look at the cooking instructor handle Rhada. I'd look at her. I'd look at her pinks lips with that soft lip stick. I'd imagine her lip prints on my naked body. I'd imagine her mascara becoming runny, as she'd move her face across my sweaty body.

The cooking instructor deemed the food in me as done. Her index finger glided over my forehead to pick up sweat. She tasted my sweat in her mouth. She rated my sweat between dull and salty. She pulled away the Hitachi. She pressed her hand on my wet pussy, before she unplugged the food one by one out of my pussy. Her gingerly fingers went in. She'd swirl them around in a hook inside of me to get the last piece out. She placed all the food on a serving plate. It was white and had some soft blue ornaments. With a delicate knife and for, she cut all the pieces into tiny sample sizes and placed tooth picks on the plate as well. I was untied and told to squat on the floor.

I was squatting on the floor with my naked butt at my heel. My boobs rested against my knees. I had my arms wrapped around the shins for balance. The room was elegantly decorated. That made me the zoo animal on exhibition. The room was quiet as the college girls obeyed the ceremony. A plumb girl with fat curls around her face randomly stood out to me.

The cooking instructor gave me the presentation plate. I was sent off to walk in a squat to never raise my boy high, like one of the privileged people. I was to server as many girls as possible. I was to be quiet and only get their attention only by kissing their feet. So, I waddled on in my squat. The tooth picks tended to roll around. I had to be careful to keep them rolling only on the plate. The first table was a few steps away.

Four girls were sitting around the table. The table top with the white table clothes was at my eye level. They were above the table pretending to ignore me. My eyes were focused on the shiny black patent leather shoes of the first girl. The shiny black buckle went over the arch of her foot with the sinews showing as five lines crossing beneath it. Her brown skin was dry. Her thigh swung open. Her school uniform skirt went straight from the top of one thigh to the other like a roof. A pair of tidy white panties looked straight at me.

Her hand wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me forward into the triangle of her brown thighs. As my head reached the center of her thighs with my chest pressed against the cold edge of the chair, she wrapped them tight around my head. The voluptuous flesh of her thigh cradled my ears and pressed them against my skull. My cheeks were pushed forward. A heavy bulge of her thigh flesh pressed against my eyes making it hard to see. A hand took the plate from mine: "You don't need to hold that."

Her thighs turned sideways and torqued my whole body to shuffle under the table. The white table clothes brushed over my back. Her hand pushed against my black lush hair. I fell backward under the table. The table underside was like a room. The white table clothes fell halfway down to the floor in formal elegance. Eight knees, eight shins, and eight feet were extending into my room. The legs neatly kicked of the patent leather shoes and shoved them into a nice parallel pair next to each chair. The first foot had neat purple toe polish with white and black dashes extending from a center like a stylist flower. The foot landed squarely on one of my boobs. The foot pushed my nipples down. It pressed my breast tissue down in the center, so that it bulged up around the ball of her foot.

A more muscular and darker foot followed on my face and nose. It had rancid cheese-like smell: "Oh, I played extra hard Lacrosse for you and did not shower just for you." The foot tapped my lips and cheeks like a game. Many feet followed on my legs and body. I could not individually count them. Eight naked girl feet were dancing on my body. I clearly noted that the feet started pushing in synchronicity to pull my legs apart. Following their success a foot started grinding on my pubic bone. In some kind of odd reflex to the confusing feeling of pleasure, I reached for a foot and started sucking on the big toe in some infantile regressive behavior.

"We need her for dessert," said a firm voice. The happy dancing feet expulsed me out of my table tent. Strong arms grabbed my upper arms and pulled me towards a hotel trolley. There was a golden trolley that hotels used to transport baggage from the curb side to the room. It had a solid platform over wheels with a fake and worn carpet. Each corner had a two inch pole extending up to head level. Two poles were connected with an arch on top. The two arches were connected by a fake golden rod. The hotel porter would hang clothing from it. I was put on the carpet.

A soft white rope was wrapped around hip in three rounds. It fit snuggly against my pelvic bone. The rope was tight to the wardrobe rod on top. Another three rounds of a separate rope were wrapped around my upper torso close to my arm pit yet above most of my breast. The rope was also fastened to the wardrobe rod. Hand gently yet insistently pushed me to lean back, until my body was horizontal and resting on the two ropes like an ultra cheap hammock. The rope at my hips was raised a couple inches to make sure that only the balls of my foot touched the worn carpet.

Four more rounds of rope were wrapped around the middle of my trunk. These ensured that I would arch my back elegantly back. My hands were tied to opposite rods. I now looked like a high jumper pushing off the ground with my feet, while my back already arched over the jumping pole and my arms reached way back. My posture was finished by lifting my left thigh. My heel was pushed against my buttocks. Rope was wrapped a luxurious eight times around the tope of my thigh and ankle. The knee was fastened to a corner rod to ensure that my sex was spread open and available. The final touch was to tie my foot that was still in contact with the ground to remain in touch with the ground. Thus, I was strapped into the hotel trolley – immobile and elegant.

The cook from earlier pulled a serving cart close to me. It was covered by elegant white table cloth. On top of it was an alcohol burner with four plates. Each plate had a coffee pot with a long beak on it. The thick blue color with white sprinkles on the coffee pot looked pretty. Next to the coffee burner were little glass bowls with slithered almonds, bright colored sugar balls, and chocolate chips. "Chocolate is so delicious, because it melts in the mouth. This chocolate has been especially formulated to remain hard at body temperature." The cook raised one of the kettles high into the air.

The cooks hand touched my shoulder as to reassure me that nothing bad would happen. She lifted the kettle high above my breast and tilted it forward. Thick brown liquid poured down. The burning pain jolted my senses. The next moment, it turned into a cozy warm caressing sensation. I started looking forward to the pain relieved by heart warming pleasure. The circles that the cook painted on my breast widened out from the nipples to create a bra. As the chocolate cover reached the edge of my boobs, the center at my nipples had turned into a hard chocolate brick. The firmness felt kind of good. There was something snug about body fitted chocolate.

The cook reached for another kettle. White thick liquid poured out of it. She painted little bows and crosses on my chocolate bra. The black kettle drew little fake folds onto my chocolate bra. It accentuated the bottom more as to give my breasts more shadow, depth and volume. She finished it off by using the bright yellow sugar balls to create a highlight on the top of my breasts.

My vagina was a lot more sensitive. The flow of hot chocolate on my clitoris was painful, yet the tingling that it caused was so sensual. The pain and tingling drove me wild. I wanted to have a penis inside of me to unleash the erotic fury that was building. I wanted more heat, yet a layer of chocolate had already set. The second layer only radiated mellow warmth through the set chocolate layer. Now I had a bikini top and bottom.

"Dessert time!" exclaimed the cook. A million chairs shuffling on the ground was followed by the click clock of a herd of patent leather shoes on the ground storming. The first lock of hair hit me in my face as a college girl had missed her mark and bumped into my head. The next was a mouth that eagerly lurched right into the middle of my breast and bit my nipple to break of a piece of chocolate. All the girls were pushing in around my hotel trolley. Some merely managed to hold onto the trolley or me to maintain position. A few others managed to maintain their balance in the pushing and shoving to dart their mouths and tongues onto my body. They were feverish like a herd of piranhas darting to chew their prey clean to the bone. I don't recall the details. It felt wonderful like a million cats licking you with their tongues. There was a mixture of softness of tongues and the sharp prick of teeth biting a bit more than the chocolate. There was the contrast of pin accurate mouths and broad bodies being pushed against mine by the crowd.

As the last straggler found out that I was licked and bitten clean, the crowd gave a bit of space. The girls had gotten the chocolate distributed over their face and smeared on their clean and prim clothes. The cook laughed broadly. My roommates looked at me in a kind of horror.

My roommates and I were finally released from the dinner processions. We were lead upstairs to the dormitory. The rich mahogany railing of the stairs, the marble tiles on the floor, and elaborately framed photos at the wall were beautiful. We were locked into the shower room. Little square white and blue tiles covered the floor, walls, and ceilings. Metal drains were in the middle of the room. A nest of mattresses and blankets was in the corner of the shower. We showered our naked bodies from the dinner leftovers and cuddled in the corner on the makeshift bedding. A plastic pouch of cookies was hidden under a pillow.

After the cookie snack, I started bawling. The echo of my sound startled me and I started sobbing quietly. Rhada came close. Like all the nights, I pushed her away. Her strong body stayed close and moved on top of me. The whole experience of my undercover research into college hazing is so overwhelming. Most of my life has been spent observing and mentally living the wildest things, yet even being talked to by a friend caused anxiety to me. Being so intensely thrust into the world to feel and be treated is so overwhelming. It is not that I want to cry. It is that these waves come over me and all my academic reason leaves me. I want to stop shuddering, yet my body keeps shuddering. I hear my wailing voice. It scares me. It sounds foreign.




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And, then Rhada breaks through my struggle each time. I feel her warm body. I feel her kisses on my lips. I feel being held. I start feeling consoled. I surrender to her. She starts eating my pussy. It makes me ashamed. And, then this good feeling rises up my spine. The pleasure dispels the shame like the sun dispels the night's shadow. The demons are scared into the corners and deep underground. I feel good in pleasure united with Rhada. That's how it also was this time. The clean white high thread count sheets felt luxurious. I started licking Rhada's labia to return the favor. Sleepiness settled in. I'd drift a sleep and jolt awake to remember to lick and suck Rhada. I'd dream and find myself suckling on her clitoris.

The slight morning light tickled my face and roused me to look around. The college girls had snuck into the shower. They had little woven baskets in their hand. A few purple flower petals were falling down on my face. It was not the morning light that had tickled me. They were showering us with flower petals. Rhada, the lucky one, had rich red rose petals falling on her butt. The butt was still near my face. She had moved a little down on my torso. We were to be in a good mood to meet the principle.

The rival college girls formed a circle around us, as we were lead back through the hallways and down the stair case. The door was large and made of dark mahogany. The door plate spelled out the principals name 'Ram Singh.' Above the name was a photo of a jolly laughing man in a suit with a tie. The dark knocking sound hinted at the depth and weight of the door: "Come in, beautifuls."

The principal's office had all the furnishings of a noble office. There was an old fashioned globe from wood, a leather coach, floor to ceiling book shelves with old books. The towering wooden desk was filled with a name plate, business card holder, pen holder, papers, and oddly a cheap plastic radio. Behind the desk sitting on a high back rest leather chair was the principal. He was wearing a suit. His hair was short to hide the receding section. Gray hair crawled over his scalp in between the still black hair. Big glasses were taken from his nose and put on the desk. The jacket of his suit was resting on the backrest.

My roommates and I were by ourselves with the principal. The rival college girls had left quickly. The principal smiled broadly at us. We were standing around a bit unsure. Was the principal in on this? Was our nakedness appropriate? Would he play with us? We had always only been played with by other college girls. Some of the awkwardness left, when the principal took of his pressed pants. Without his pants, the big white boxer shorts showed and the neat black dress socks.

"First, we shall get my dick hard."

He motioned Rhada to kneel under his desk, pull his drawers down, and take in his whole penis. Rhada kneeled in front of him. He slid to the front of the chair reclining. Rhada took his flaccid penis. Because it was soft, she could take it in her mouth completely. Her lips wrapped around his penis at the bottom of the shaft. To show off, she licked his balls with her tongue.

Sheela was asked to stand on his arm rest with her behind toward him. Her hands were resting on the table as she leaned forward. The leaning forward made her sex shine trough behind her legs. The principal took some broad licks with his whole tongue. Then, he pressed his mouth into her sex and started munching deeply. His hands pulled her hips closer.

Within a minute, the principal was standing stiff. He sent Rhada and Sheela to stand in front of the desk with us. He took off his dress shirt and undershirt. His belly was big and flaccid. The chest hairs were a few isolated white curls. The muscles on his arms and chest were sagging like an old man.

"Let's play a little game. Shall we! You all know musical chairs. It is that game, where you have to move from position to position until the music stops. The girl not having a position gets eliminated. This game is a little different. I will play music. You will jump on my lap. You will thrust your vagina on my penis. Then, you thrust your butt on my penis. After those two thrusts, you move on. The next girl gets in position. The girl on top of me, when the music stops, gets to finish me off."

The principal pressed play on the cheap plastic boom box. Marching music sounded. "Let's go ladies!" Rhada was the first to jump on his chair. Her naked feet were standing on his arm rest. She squatted down on his penis. She took his penis in her vagina and moaned as her vagina was still tight this morning. She lifted her hips to position his penis under her ass. He pushed her down. She yelped and fell a little bit back. He held her from falling hard onto the edge of the table. Rhada jumped away.

I jumped after her. I liked the idea of feeling Rhada on his penis. Our morning cuddling had been cut short. Up close, the principal was all breathy. He was heaving with excitement. His face had a double chin and squirrel cheeks. He could have stored quite a few nuts in his mouth with those extra pockets. I took him into my front. He exhaled deeply a smell of sausage and eggs waved across my face. I gave him the pooper for that, stuffing his penis into my behind. Then, I jumped off his lap.

Quickly, the game turned into a rapid chase. One of us would plop her vagina on him with a loud thud of sweaty skin hitting sweaty skin. A quick lift and second drop with another skin on skin thud. Off, we'd be. The next girl would climb him. The former girl would dash half way around the desk to wait in line again.

When I came around for the fourth time, he slapped the boom box to stop. He pulled me close. His red lips covering the gap of his mouth opened with spit spindles hanging thinly from the upper to the lower lip. He swallowed my mouth. His pelvis thrust inside of me rapidly. My legs were still squat style up, so that he penetrated me deeply. When he convulsed in orgasm and his glassy eyes looked into mine two inches away, I heard Rhada rustle his clothes in the background.

As the sated man slumped deeper into his rich leather chair, Rhada opened the window and called on us to follow her: "I got his drawers. Let's get out of here." Outside the window was a lovely vegetable garden with half ripened fruit. The glorious morning was still working on waking up the neighborhood. The thick European grass felt luxurious under my feet. Rhada was already cowering under the low white washed brick wall at the edge of the college. Her mind was action oriented looking for a way back to our school with our exposed nakedness.

She found a pile of news papers under a nearby tree. She instructed us to roll a few pages to make strings out of them. We'd wrap a plain sheet around us to cover our bodies. Then, we'd use a rolled paper sausage to tie the sheet in place. We'd wrap the top of the flat sheet around the rolled paper sausage to hide the paper sausage. In that way, we had one such piece covering our hips and another covering our breast right under the arm pits. We looked a little like Tahitian girls with grass skirts and coconut bikinis.

Back at our school, we presented the rival principal's underwear as our trophy. We had succeeded with our spy mission. The girls quickly walked us to our own principal. He quickly walked us out of our own college. He put us on the back seat of the car. We were pressed together four girls on a narrow seat bench for three. As he walked us back to the principal, we got to sit similarly pressed together on the leather coach. Our principal proudly waved the drawer in front of the rival principal's face. The rival principal gnashed his face: "Okay, you got me this time."

While we were breathless for the negotiation of the return of the drawer to happen, the principals packed out a game of Backgammon. We did not understand their complacency. The tension was clearly in the air. The dice knocked against the game box. Our principal would remind the rival principal to drink with every throw of the dice. The rival principal had already finished one and a half large plastic bottles of water. "Okay, I am ready," said the rival principal. Our principal smiled overly happy and jumped a little bit into air, when he got up with too much eagerness.

We followed the two up the stairs, along the hallway, and into the girl's shower room. Our principal took of his clothes. He waved his fist in the air and did a little Jimmy dancing in a circle. His eyes looked a little bluer. The rival principal chewed air with his teeth to work off a little bit of his unwilling energy: "Okay, old man, here comes your birthday gift."

Our principal kneeled in front of the rival principal. His outstretched arms reached back with his fingers sprayed open. He looked like a little boy running towards the beach for the first time. The rival principal unzipped his pants. He got his old penis out and started peeing at our principal. The strong volume of the one and a half water bottles from earlier unleashed.

Our principal let the mostly white stream of urine fall on his chest. Then, he doused his hair in it. He let it spray on his face. He opened his mouth. His mouth filled and the urine spilled out on the side of his lips. He gargled urine. He swallowed urine. As the last drops came out of the rival penis, his cupped hands caught them. He eagerly licked them up. Then, he rolled onto his back to roll in the puddle of pee on the floor. The rival principal shook his head and looked at us: "We are former lovers. This is what he most fondly remembers of our liaison."



Rivalry Week



When I met my wife we had a lot in common. Same interest in movies, we both liked to compete in athletics, same music, etc. What we didn't have in common was the college football team we cheered for. While we both grew up in the same city, she was a Michigan fan and I always loved Ohio State. Since we both are pretty intense fans, we generally stay away from each other when the game is on.

The first year we dated was the first year Jim Tressle was the head coach. He had announced earlier in the year how important it was to beat Michigan, and despite a sub-par year I pushed the issue (even though Michigan was ranked at the time). All week long I bothered her about the game and it got a little irritating to her. At one point I said, "If Ohio State beats Michigan, you should have to give me a blow job."

"Fine!" was her answer, as she was tired of dealing with it. 

The big game came and I, of course, sent her a text after the game reminding her of her obligation. She never responded and I just pretty much assumed she was pissed off and was never going to follow through. I was pleasantly surprised that night when she proceeded to initiate sex with me and finished me off with a pretty great blow job. Nothing was ever said about the bet as I was too high from the victory and didn't want to rub it in.

The following season the Buckeyes were undefeated going into the game and I was pretty excited during the season. They won in overtime the week before and she was very good not to egg me on that week. She knew from dating me that I had suffered through a lot of disappointing seasons where the Buckeyes fell short. The Buckeyes won 14 -- 9 that night and I was shocked to find myself getting a great blowjob again that night. "So, is this going to be a regular thing? If so, you had better invest in some OSU kneepads," I said rather cockily. 

In 2003 we were newlyweds and both teams were ranked. As the BIG GAME approached I mentioned something about my blow job. She responded with "That is fine, but if Michigan wins, I get what I want." 

When I inquired what that was, I kept getting a response of "You'll see." 

This had me a tad concerned and unfortunately the Buckeyes lost. Her request was for me to take her to a fancy hotel with a hot-tub, nice robes, etc. and that I would have to "return the favor" when she was relaxed and feeling good. After taking care of her needs, I was unfortunately in the situation of having blue balls and having to take care of myself that evening. I think she got just as much pleasure in that.

Over the next several years we basically had this same running bet and I was on the winning end of it 7 straight years. Neither of us escalated the bet with the exception of 2006 when they were ranked 1 and 2 in the country. At that point, feeling rather confident, I brought up the fact that if I was going to spend money on a great hotel room, the least she could do is buy something nice for my blowjob. When she asked what I wanted, I naturally responded with "An OSU Cheerleader outfit." I will give her credit, that weekend she got an outfit on line and she did it up right. The day the package arrived I came home to her dressed in the outfit with her hair done up right, makeup and everything. She looked like a college cheerleader. To top it off, for the first time in our relationship, she actually did a role play. She pretended to be the cheerleader assigned to take care of the star player after winning the big game. Without a doubt it was the best blowjob of my life, which was something to say considering we had been married for a couple of years and had a kid by then. 

In 2011 she got a little daring and raised the stakes. It started with her saying that I had to wear a Michigan tie to work, but then progressed with me having to be a Michigan player who got to score with the OSU Quarterback's girlfriend. Once again it was role play with her acting like the total slut and badmouthing her "boyfriend." She had never acted like a total slut in bed, until then, so while I didn't get a blowjob for winning, I had a great time.

So, 2014 came around and with the game being on after Thanksgiving, we went out the night before for drinks. We met a friend of hers and her boyfriend. Over the course of the evening the football game came up and eventually, the running bet. 

Probably because they were newly dating and attractive, they got involved in the play and goaded us on to escalate the bet. As drinks were consumed and inhibitions dropped, the topic became a 3-some to the winner. If OSU won, my wife would have to arrange a threesome with another lady, and if UM won, I would have to find another guy for a 3-some. I have to admit, the talks of fooling around while dealing with this other couple turned me on a bit. At some point I must have flirted with her lady friend because she mentioned it when I we were home alone that night. In all honesty, I was attracted to her friend. While my wife has kept in shape, her friend has been single all of these years and would be an honest to god MILF if she ever had any kids. Instead she is one of those single women who enjoy getting guys to buy her free drinks all the time. A sexy strawberry blonde/ almost redhead, she dressed like a sexy business woman with silk blouses and lingerie underneath. As hot as she was, I think her boyfriend was hoping that he would be chosen if Michigan happened to win. He certainly seemed to be cheering for Michigan.

With the game having so much meaning I headed to the local sports bar for the game. Because the Buckeyes had national title hopes on the line I never gave the bet much thought that day -- I was more interested in having a few beers and winning the game. Somehow the Buckeyes squeaked it out and were in position for the Big 10 Championship game. My wife texted me shortly after the game and said, "Congrats" and asked when I would be home. 

When I got home that night I could tell she was upstairs in our bedroom so I headed up. As I was walking in I could see she was in the OSU cheerleader outfit -- she still looked GREAT in that -- and I said, "I am glad you didn't take what we were talking about last night seriously. As horny as the conversation got me, I doubt I could ever do a 3-some with you and another guy and I don't think -- "

At this point she cut me off by putting her finger to my lips and shocking the hell out of me. She says, "I'm Buffy, the head cheerleader and we have a running agreement with the Michigan cheerleaders over the football game. In the spirt of 'The Game,' the star player gets to have his way with the 'HEAD' cheerleader from each squad. It is something that has been passed down from year to year and you are this year's winner, or rather we are." 

What floored me even more was the fact that in from our private bathroom walked her friend from the night before, clad head-to-toe in a Michigan Cheerleader outfit, complete with hot red lipstick and a little M painted on her face. Even more than my wife, she looked like a sexy college age cheerleader. She had the body and was showing it with her midriff exposed in the outfit. She sauntered into the room and announced to my wife, "You are right, Buffy, he IS cute. I just hope that he has the energy to take care of BOTH of us for a while. Otherwise, we may just need to take care of each other." With that she reached over, caressed my wife's cheek and moved in for a soft kiss on her lips. At first I thought it was going to be just a peck, but I could see that they had opened their mouths slowly. 

My wife had mentioned getting a little tipsy once before and kissing another girl, but for the first time I was actually watching my wife doing it. I am not certain if she was enjoying it or not, but if she wasn't, she certainly was putting on a show as if she was.

The kissing and caressing grew into a little heavy petting as my wife moved her hand up along her side before finally cupping her breasts. When the kiss finally broke, my wife said to her, "Candy, this is Mark, our quarterback. He has a long-term girlfriend, but I am quite certain he will follow through if we give him all that he wants -- all that his girlfriend won't do." 

With this, Buffy grabbed a hold of my hand, pulled me towards her and said, "I know you find Candy attractive and if you want to just be with her, I understand.....or you can have BOTH of us." She reached her hand behind my neck and as she went in to kiss me I could instantly tell how she got up the courage for this as I could clearly taste rum on her breath. While I was kissing my wife, Candy came in and starting rubbing my arm and shoulder. She then put her hand on my cheek and directed my lips towards her. I glanced at my wife who then gave me a nod of approval and I soon found myself kissing her friend Candy. 

Being the first time I had kissed another woman in many years, I was quite turned on. I was even more turned on by the fact that my wife was encouraging it as I could feel her caress my arms and hair. The kiss seemed to last for several minutes and I only broke away because I was feeling my wife as she unzipped my pants and slid her hands into my pants. I expected her to say something about me being turned on by another woman, but she stayed in character and said, "Candy, I do believe he has forgotten all about his girlfriend and it seems to me he has just what you are going to need."

With that, my wife dropped to her knees as I went into kiss Candy more deeply. I was in heaven as here I was kissing one woman as my wife slowly removed my cock from the boxer shorts and started to lick the head. My hand slid under Candy's top and I could feel that her perky breasts needed no support to keep them perky like that. Even more enjoyable were the rather large areolas and nipples that Candy had. Candy unzipped the top of her outfit and exposed her breasts that way. I couldn't help but to lower my head down to her breasts and start sucking on them. 

With this she announced "don't us Michigan girls have nicer tits than those Ohio Girls?" 

Though it was clear that they were perkier than my wives (and about a cup size bigger), I wasn't stupid enough to say so. Besides, I couldn't get over the fact that she said "Ohio" and not "Ohio State." I did, however, lean in and start to suck on them some more.

If I wasn't standing up, I could have easily blown my load with what was going on. Instead I was a little bit weak in the knees and curious as to how far they were going to go with this. 

My curiosity didn't last long as Candy confidently said, "well, you may not like my tits better, but I know we are better at this. With that she dropped to her own knees and gently removed my cock from my wife's mouth and stuck it in her own. 

Married for 11 years, it had been a long time since my cock was in any part of a woman other than my wife's. Having someone new on my head and my wife knowing what flips my trigger was a big bonus. As Candy was taking my cock in her mouth, my wife began to lick the base of my shaft and lick my balls. My wife, who I desperately tried to remember to call Buffy, certainly knew how to get me to cum, but it felt really good to feel Candy's mouth on me and look down and watch these two make me feel like a stud.

As Candy made her sucking more sensual and less rhythmic, I got my next thrill. Buffy had worked her tongue from my body to Candy's and was gently sucking and caressing Candy's exposed breasts. I don't know who enjoyed this more as I had been told in the past that Candy was bisexual but this was a first for me. Especially with my wife who, up until this point, had never given the hint of being attracted to girls. 

Candy lost interest in me momentarily as she caressed the back of Buffy's head. I got the sense that this was something that Candy had always wanted to do, be intimate with my wife. The two of them stood up and worked back into a full kiss as I gently rubbed each of them while my penis was a full mass but being ignored. 

I slid my hands behind both of them and rubbed their asses. I was pleased to see that not only were they not wearing the typical cheerleader bottoms underneath, but neither was wearing a thong, either. I slid my fingers down the cracks of each of their asses and directed them towards their pussies. At this point Candy's pussy was clearly wetter and though I would like to think it was because of me, I know that it was because she was getting a crack at her friend after all of these years. 

Upon feeling my wife's cunt, she stuck it out a little towards me and I arranged myself around behind her as she kissed Candy intently. Candy lowered herself onto the bed while continuing to kiss and rub my wife. I lifted up Buffy's skirt, intent on sliding my tongue into her pussy, but instead my wife grabbed the back of her head and directed it towards her ass, announcing "I want to feel Candy's tongue in my pussy, first." 

So while they kissed, I started to slide my tongue into the crack and hole. Candy knew I loved to do this so she didn't rush me to a stop. Simultaneously I started to slide my finger in Buffy's pussy the way she liked it, but every time I would try to slide it up front towards the clit she would squeeze her legs together and stop me. 

While they continued to kiss I started to give small light kisses around the hips and side of Buffy. While I was playing with her behind, Candy had managed to remove Buffy's top so that I was kissing all the way to Buffy's breasts. With that, Buffy slid off the side of Candy and laid on her back while I gently played with her right nipple and worked my way up to kissing her again. Candy slid over on top of Buffy's left side and started sucking her breast and then worked her way down to her stomach. At this point I was kissing Buffy while stroking her cheek so that I could watch what I thought I would never see. 

Buffy rose up her knees slightly and spread her legs and Candy worked herself down to Buffy's bare pussy. My wife shuddered a little as for the first time a woman had slid a tongue into her vagina and with the gentleness only a woman could provide. Candy seemed a natural as she lightly licked her clit. I wish I could have been given lessens because Buffy was making sounds I had never heard before while Candy played down there. 

Buffy's eyes were closed and she was as passionate as I had ever seen her, however, my cock was rock hard and even though she had her hand on it, her focus was far from that. I looked down into Candy's eyes and the smile in them told me I was invited to play with her. 

Either because she was more comfortable like that or because of the shifting on the bed, Candy was half on the bed and half off the bed. I think she was expecting me to get behind her and plow right in and she was pleasantly surprised when I kissed my way from the back of her knees up between her legs. She spread them wide as I slid my fingers in and out trying to play with my fingers and my tongue. She must have picked up the pace with my wife because she seemed to be building to an orgasm. I didn't want to distract anyone while this was going on so I patiently played with her wet box while she did the same with Buffy. Buffy then raised her hips up as she normally does when she cums from oral stimulation as Candy continued light strokes with her tongue on her clit. The orgasm lasted for quite a while and while it wasn't a loud screaming orgasm, it was definitely quite pleasant.

For the first time in quite a while I believe that Buffy opened her eyes as I climbed behind Candy. I stared in my wife's beautiful brown eyes as for the first time in a dozen years my penis was slowly entering the tight hole of another woman. I was slow at first, but enough of a distraction that Candy stopped focusing her attention on Buffy and more on me. Still, she looked Buffy in the eyes while keeping her fingers in Buffy's warm moist box.

Candy's pussy seemed to clench tightly around my cock -- so much that for the second time I almost blew my load. Instead, Candy went over the edge for the first time. Being a little too ignored, Buffy rolled off the bed and stood up next to me and started to kiss my neck and chest as my rhythm was slow and steady. When she reached up to kiss me she asked me straight up, "How does her pussy feel?"

I couldn't believe my wife was looking me in the eyes with such love and compassion as I was fucking another woman. I slowed to a break wondering if Buffy had something else in mind, and boy was I right. She looked at me and said, "I promised my friend that I would lick her pussy tonight and I would like you to fuck me while I do it." 

So Candy slid up the bed and rolled on her back with a big smile as Buffy moved into kiss her and then worked her way down to her waste and beyond. I waited until Buffy was fully engaged before I lifted up her skirt. Though we had always had an active sex life, her pussy never felt better. It was almost as if it were pulsating around my cock. I was slowly going in, holding it while flexing my kegel for a tad and then pulling out right to the point of where it felt I was going to be all the way out. It was something that always seemed to tease my wife and it intensified what she was doing to Candy.

Unlike Buffy, who had her eyes closed while Candy was down on her, Candy was staring into my wife's eyes with love as well as passion. Buffy must have looked at her with a similar amount of love because Candy started to have a long sensual orgasm quite different than what Buffy had earlier. When she started to come down from the high, she desperately wanted to kiss my wife some more and slid down the bed to give her that loving affection. I have never seen a woman glow as much as Candy was right then. Unfortunately, as Buffy sat up a little to kiss her I came out of Buffy and was now myself feeling a little neglected. 

While all of this lovemaking was a turn on, I was ready to cum and I knew I would likely never have an opportunity like this again. With my wife straddling Candy, I separated Candy's legs and slid my cock into her extremely lubricated pussy. I then tried to get them back into character by asking, what my final reward was going to be "for playing such a great game." 

I think this triggered my wife back to the task at hand (and the bet) and she smiled and rolled off of her friend. Dropping out of character my wife said to me, "The deal with Candy was that if I went down on her, you would also get to have a sexual first. I would really like you to fuck her ass since I know you have never done that with anyone else."

When I looked at Candy for confirmation she smiled at me and said, "I can't wait to feel your cock in my butthole." 

About as aggressively as I had been with the two of them, I grabbed Candy by the ankles and flipped her over on her stomach. Like I did with my wife, I went down between her cheeks with my tongue and began to lubricate the area. Candy was a little shocked that I did this, but she also seemed very into it and appreciative. As I worked my cock up to her rear end, my wife grabbed my cock as if to guide me in. She placed the head of my penis against her sphincter and directed me in. Candy gave a little shudder as the head of my penis broke the seal. I held it in place for a bit, allowing the muscle to relax around it. Every ounce of me wanted to drive it into her, but my wife was guiding me slowly while kissing me at the same time. 

The sensation of the tight grip followed by more openness was entirely new, but was driving me crazy. It didn't help that all along my wife was kissing me and Candy was egging her on with comments like "show your wife what I real woman does for you" and "pump your cum in my ass." I would love to say that I lasted 20 minutes, but I know it was really only a few. When I was ready to cum I pumped about as hard as Candy could take it, but she was a trooper egging me on. I gave several rough thrusts before laying on top of Candy and kissing her on the side of the face. 




Rivalry Week



She grimaced a little as I withdrew my cock, but she rolled over quickly and proceeded to kiss me deeply on the lips. I completely forgot that my wife was right there when she looked at me and whispered, "I have only done that with one other guy." When I confirmed that she was ok, I got up to clean off. 

When I returned to the room they were both lying on the bed, not really avoiding each other but not making out, either; more just lying side by side. I must have been grinning ear to ear because my wife finally broke the silence with "you certainly seemed to enjoy yourself."

"OOOHHH YEAH! I hope you had a great time, too?"

"I did," replied my wife, "but I hear that Michigan is looking to hire Jim Harbaugh, and I am really looking forward to winning the bet next year."