1 comments/ 19079 views/ 0 favorites Jo's Story By: carieta Jo sighed and standing with her hands on her hips, slowly looked around the bedroom. She stood at an average height with shoulder length blonde hair and the desired steely blue eyes. Her lips were full and red, slightly parted with the beginnings of anger. Her husband, Mike, always said she looked more beautiful when she was roused, either in temperament or excitement. It's just typical; she thought to herself, Mike, disappears and leaves her to finish off the packing. She knew it would be a stressful time moving house. He did promise that he would be around to help her get the remaining boxes packed and sealed ready for the removal van early afternoon. But for some reason he had let her down. Luckily there wasn't an awful lot left to do but Jo had other things she could be doing. Like sending off all the letters to notify friends and family of the new address. She sighed again and decided to empty out her side of the wardrobe first. She laid a suitcase and a box open on the bed ready for clothes and any other knick knacks that may appear. As she worked she kept an ear open for the sound of Mike's car in the driveway. He said before he left that he was taking a trip down to the new house 5 miles away to make sure that it was open for the first load of furniture. Jo didn't think that he needed to do that as he could have asked one of the neighbours to do it for them but he insisted that it was necessary. She secretly believed he would make a quick trip to the local pub whilst he was at it. Neatly folding all her dresses and shirts in the suitcase, she couldn't believe just how much clothes she had accumulated over the years. She was sure that she could get rid of some of them to the local charity and made a resolution to do that one day in the near future. Maybe when they were settled into their new home. She smiled. She was so looking forward to arranging the furniture and decorating. She closed the suitcase after placing the final dress that had been hanging on the clothes rail inside. She knelt on the floor and reached to the back of the wardrobe. She grabbed the first bag that she could reach and pulled it out. At first she didn't recognise the carrier bag with the faded logo of the local supermarket plastered on the front. Perhaps Mike had bought her something and had hidden it in the back of the wardrobe and forgotten about it. It didn't seem likely. Another thought crossed her mind and this was not as pleasant as the last one. Was Mike trying to hide something from her? What was the matter with her? Why on earth would Mike do that? It didn't make sense. Then it dawned on her what was in the bag. Of course! She felt so stupid. A couple of years ago she had attended her school reunion and had had the idea of wearing her old school uniform. Eventually she had decided against it and had stuffed it in the wardrobe. She had never told Mike about it and had wished that she had never bothered to ask her mum if she could dig it out of the loft for her. Jo blushed at the thought. Her mother had been so shocked and clearly couldn't understand why Jo had wanted the skirt and blouse but she had been too polite to ask her daughter about it. Now here it was again and this time Jo had the urge to try the outfit on. She glanced at her watch. She had plenty of time before the first van would be arriving. As for Mike, well she guessed he would be at least another hour or so. She was certain she had more than enough time to try the uniform on and finish off the rest of the packing. She stood in front of the mirror amazed at how well she had kept her figure in trim. Although there had been a few years since she had worn her sixth form uniform she was convinced that she could fit into it reasonably well. Even if she couldn't she thought, she would at least have fun trying. Slowly she peeled off her clothes. She had dressed simply that morning because she was aware that she was likely to get hot and bothered before the day was out. Her old denim dungarees were the first to go, followed by the small white tee shirt. She had purposely left her bra off to enjoy the feel of her erect nipples against the hard seams of the dungarees. Soon she was standing in just her white briefs. She ran her hands over her large breasts and playfully tweaked her nipples until they stood hard and proud. She enjoyed seeing how far she could twist the rosy buds before it brought tears to her eyes with the pain. It didn't feel the same though with her doing it to herself. She longed to get Mike to do things like that to her but had never plucked up the courage to ask him. She stepped out of her white briefs taking note of the damp patch in the gusset from playing with herself. *** One by one she removed the items from the carrier bag and laid them out on the bed. A pair of frilly white briefs, a red plaid, pleated skirt, white blouse and a red tie. Jo could remember that the skirt had come down to mid thigh when she had worn it those years ago. She placed it against her body and was surprised to see that it now came to the top of her thighs. She knew that as soon as she put the briefs on too that the skirt would barely cover them. She was certainly glad now that she had never worn the uniform at the school reunion. She grabbed hold of the briefs and gently slipped them on. They felt tight and the material stretched provocatively across the cheeks of her arse. Her fingers slid over the sheer smooth fabric at the front before moving round to explore the back. Bending forward slowly her fingers found a slight rip which had been barely noticeable to the naked eye. How did that get there? For as long as she could remember the uniform had been stuffed away in bags and had never been worn since her time at school. So the only time it could have happened was when she was wearing them at school...She giggled out loud. The memory of that particular instance was extremely clear in her mind. She'd wondered for some time if she would be able to re-enact it. It had been her first experience being spanked and she had never looked back since. The only hindrance was that she had never been able to find anyone else that could instil the same sort of feelings in her as that teacher had done. She had been with her small group of friends and had decided to have a little fun as it had been the end of the school year. Long summer holidays followed and everyone had been in high spirits. Perhaps too high spirits. It had been a simple prank, one that many other pupils had thought of long before they had, but it had been too hot to endure staying inside a stuffy classroom any longer. So they had set off the fire alarm. Unfortunately the teacher's pet had spotted Jo breaking the glass on the alarm and had reported her. After everyone had traipsed back into the school building, Jo had been called into the principal's office. She had refused to say anything about any of her other friends that had been involved and had accepted the punishment that had been dealt out. What she didn't realise was that the principal had no intention of making a report of the prank or the punishment given and had made arrangements for Jo to see him after school hours. Jo had felt nervous but could see no reason to disobey the order and had returned after school to receive her punishment. The principal had ordered her to bend over his knee whilst he had spanked her. She had kept her knickers on and she had been relieved to see that he had used a wooden ruler rather than his bare hand. At first Jo had been nervous but after the first few smacks she had started to enjoy the anticipation of each smack, the short burst of pain, followed by the tingling sensation. She was disappointed that there had been only a few smacks but, her face flushed, she had been glad to finally leave out of sheer embarrassment. She had never seen the principal again after that for any more punishments and she often wondered what had happened to him after she left school. Of course if she had been a little bit younger at the time she would have reported him but she felt that it had just been harmless fun in the end. "Oh wow," she breathed. Her panties had grown wet at the sweet memory and her clit had begun to throb. She rubbed her arse cheeks where she remembered the ruler had landed those few years ago. It made her smile to think of it again. She picked up the white blouse and had a quick look over the front and back, checking to see if there were any rips in the material but she could see none. Carefully she squeezed herself into it and did up the buttons one by one. Although the rest of it fitted very well she found the blouse was a little tight and it stretched taut over her breasts. She squeezed them from either side trying to get more comfortable. She decided that she would have to be careful not to breathe in too deep other wise she would pop a few of the buttons. She longed to reach down between her legs and rub herself into an orgasm but wanted to wait until she had completely dressed in the whole outfit. She pulled the skirt over her bare thighs and fastened the buttons at the back. She had been right. It fitted okay but was slightly shorter. Turning herself round she could see the bottom of her white briefs in the mirror. She bent down and reached between her thighs and ran her fingers over the damp crotch of her knickers. She moaned. She couldn't believe how much pleasure she was getting through just dressing up in her old school uniform. No wonder her mother had been shocked! Finally she tied the tie loosely round her neck. She didn't want it to look too perfect. Something was missing she thought to herself. She had bare legs. She had no stockings on. She rooted round in her drawer for a few minutes and came across a pair of white hold up stockings. Perfect! Jo looked at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were hard and straining against the material of the shirt. She brushed them gently with the palm of her hand. She gasped with pleasure. Then slowly she ran both hands down the front and sides of her body, enjoying the sensation in her body, her skin tingling with the naughtiness of her actions. "Mmm, this is what I've been missing," she whispered out loud. *** "Well, someone has been naughty." With a start Jo jumped. Standing in the doorway to their bedroom was Mike. Christ, she thought, how long has he been standing there? "Hi, darling," she stammered. "I didn't see you there." "Obviously not." Jo couldn't tell from his expression whether he was annoyed or not. She decided to play along and see how far it would go. "I just thought I'd try on my old school uniform again. It brought back some good memories." Mike was silent and he moved closer behind Jo, looking over her shoulder in the mirror. "What kind of memories would they be then?" Jo shrugged. "What about the rest of the packing? The removal van's going to be here shortly and we haven't even finished." "I know. I'm sorry. I got carried away. I didn't realise the time." Mike moved away and with his back to her, said, "I'll just have to punish you then, won't I?" A shiver of excitement and nervousness travelled up Jo's spine. Could this be what she was wishing for? Did Mike really like these sort of games after all? She thought back to all the years she had missed out on by not talking to Mike earlier. She could kick herself. When she turned away from the mirror, she noticed that Mike had left the room. She wondered where he had gone. She became frustrated as the time passed and still Mike had not returned. She could feel a trickle of pussy juice running down the inside of her thighs. It soaked through the top of her stocking but she did not wipe it away. Let it stay there so Mike could see just how turned on she really was. She sat down on a chair and waited but she found herself unable to sit still. She fidgeted getting more and more flustered and frustrated as time went on. She contemplated rubbing herself between her thighs just to ease the ache that had built up there. Squeezing her legs together did nothing. It couldn't reach the deep seated need burning inside of her. Slowly her hand made its way to the waist band of the skirt. Then the bedroom door opened and Mike entered. She did not say anything to him as he came to stand in front of her but looked up at him, trying to read what was in his mind. His eyes were blank, showing no emotion whatsoever and for a split second she felt a flash of fear. Had she misread him? Did she really know her husband at all? In his hand he held a wooden ruler. In a soft but firm voice he ordered her to bend over the chair and to lift up her skirt as she did so. She obliged. For a few minutes he spanked her brief covered arse. Gently at first, as if testing her reaction, then gradually the blows got harder with each smack. The material softened the blows slightly but she could still feel the sting of the wood as it rained down on her. She bit her lip, her heart rate increasing and her breasts threatening to burst through the seams of her shirt. She bowed her head and gripped the side of the chair. She continued to bite down on her rosy lips willing herself not to cry out just yet. The smacking suddenly stopped and she could feel Mike's hand removing her briefs. As the material past over her reddened cheeks, she gasped with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her bottom felt sore and she wondered how much more she could stand. She glanced round at her husband. He appeared engrossed in his job and the front of his slacks bore the signs of his own arousal. Catching her off guard, the ruler came down hard on her bare flesh and she jumped with the force of the blow. She parted her legs, easing the discomfort of the increasing heat from her pussy. She was in a high state of excitement and found it hard to keep still. Mike seemed to be aware of this as he grabbed her arm and encouraged her to stand. Without saying a word he loosened her tie further and, slowly freed her heaving breasts from their cloth prison. He ran his hand over her skin, circling each nipple with a thumb. Jo sighed and thrust them harder into his hands. He bent forward and took each red nub in his mouth, twirling his tongue round the areole and then drawing the nipple further into his mouth where he sucked firmly. The pulsating insistence of her nipples gradually decreased and she felt the need pass through her belly to her pussy below. She moaned. She moved her hand to grab hold of the bulge in his pants but he moved further away from her. He showed control in his own desire enjoying the effect that he was having on Jo. He gave a small smile. "Not yet." He spoke quietly but firmly. He sat down on the chair and indicated that she should lie over his lap. A feeling of deja vous past over Jo. A picture of her school principal flashed through her brain. The sensation of fear that she had felt at that time though had been replaced with anticipation and elation. Her breasts pressed uncomfortably into Mike's broad thighs and her pussy leaked juices onto his lap. He didn't appear to notice however. His hand lifted up her skirt even more placing her pink arse on display. The pain had abated leaving a warm sweet soreness in its place. The gaps between each spanking session gave Jo time to recover and built up the expectancy of each new blow. He fondled her exposed pussy lips and covered his fingers with her juices. He then rubbed them over the sore patches on Jo's skin. She was amazed to find that her own fluid had helped to soothe her tender rump. Very soon, though, Mike resumed his scolding and her arse began to sing out once more. Jo clenched her buttocks tighter trying to protect her complaining flesh from too much damage. She could feel his erection pressing into her belly and every time he smacked her, his hard-on responded in kind. Things were getting too much for Jo and she longed to have the desires within her pussy satisfied. She didn't think that she could take much more spanking and she felt that she had paid the price of her laxity in full. Mike seemed to agree as he pushed her gently to the floor and quickly removed his trousers and boxer shorts. His erection stood proud and a small droplet of pre-cum glistened at the tip. Jo licked her lips. She could almost taste his cock on her lips but this time she needed more. Without warning she took control of the situation. She jumped up and pushed back down hard on the chair. He winced as his bare flesh made contact with the unprotected seat. With one hand on his shoulder, Jo straddled over the head of his penis. She lowered herself down so that his penis just sat at the entrance to her pussy. He thrust his pelvis up trying to plunge himself deep into her but she smiled and said, "Not yet." In her own time, she rotated her hips rubbing her own juices over the head of his manhood, wanting it to be slick when she finally allowed him to enter her. Finally she lowered herself even further down and felt his entire cock penetrate her inch by inch. Simultaneously, they both voiced their satisfaction, and relaxed for a few minutes, each one not wanting to spoil the closeness. Gradually they began to move as one, their lovemaking reaching new heights of intimacy with each stroke Mike made. Jo knew that from now they had a new world to explore of pain and pleasure and also of each other. She felt glad that she had newly discovered the delights of her old school uniform. Breaking her thoughts, Mike whispered in her ear, "Well did you enjoy your punishment?" Jo could not speak but she nodded and placed her lips against his. Their tongues met for a brief moment until Mike pulled away. "I'm glad. My father taught me well." Jo's Story Wednesday Jo was horny! She hadn't been laid all week. She hated it when Darren went out of town. But she also enjoyed the sex when he returned. All of her masturbating while he was away just didn't seem to dull her senses when it came to their "I missed you fuck" when he returned. Well, in a couple of days he'd be back home and she was definitely gonna' give him a fucking he wouldn't forget. In the meantime, Jo was horny now, and unable to concentrate on the reading her e-mail. Oh well, she'd just visit her friends online then retire to where she could "double click her mouse" before falling asleep. Of course, once Jo got online, she couldn't help but check on her favorite "Adults Only" forum. She just might find herself inspired by those perverts before going to bed to take care of her business. Once she was on the forum, however, Jo found herself incredibly turned on by one of Shawna's (another forum member) stories about the sex club she goes to. Apparently she met another girl on okcupid.com and they went to the club together. It's not that Shawna went into great detail, but in her already aroused state, Jo's mind just started racing with ideas. She really started to wonder about this okcupid site, and decided to see what it was like. It wasn't like she wanted to cheat on Darren or anything, she was just curious. So Jo cruised onto the okcupid website, signed up, and started browsing people in her area. Who knew you could join one of these sites and say you were interested in finding a casual fling with a guy, a girl, or even a couple? And some of these people were hot! She read up on a few of her favorites, then retired to her bedroom, found her vibrator, and got to business. She thought of one couple in particular as she fantasized about fucking them. She worked her vibrator in and out of her pussy as she massaged her clit with her other hand. In no time at all she came, thinking about enjoying the bodies of that beautiful couple online. Thursday Despite her orgasm the night before, Jo woke up as horny as ever. She jumped in the shower to get ready for work and found herself masturbating thinking about one of the women she saw on okcupid last night. She couldn't believe how hot she felt thinking about that gorgeous blonde's head between her legs. It wasn't as if Jo was a lesbian. Sure she had some bi-curious fantasies, but never felt this hot about it. When she finally came in the shower, Jo had to lean against the wall to keep from falling. But she was still horny! Somehow Jo made it to work on time, though she knew she was going to have a hard time concentrating. If Darren was in town, she might have suggested a nooner with him just to try to find some lasting satisfaction. Unfortunately, she would have to do without his wonderful cock for another day. Shortly before lunch, Jo checked her e-mail. She was surprised to see an e-mail from okcupid. It seemed one of the people she checked out the night before noticed her, too, and sent her a message. It was a beautiful brunette named Pamela. She asked if there was a mutual interest and if so, could they meet for a drink? Jo was so damn horny, but felt a little awkward. She sent a message to Pamela telling her she was just playing on the site and had no interest in finding anyone. But she assured Pamela that she was beautiful. Pamela responded quickly, telling Jo how beautiful her picture was and saying she wasn't looking for anything serious, just a good time. Jo tried to refuse to meet her, but after a few more messages she found herself really liking Pamela. She agreed to meet Pamela that night, but with no strings attached. That night, Pamela and Jo met at a bar near Jo's house. They hit it off right away. Jo told Pamela about Darren and to her surprise, even told Pamela that she was just cruising okcupid because she was horny and looking for fantasy material. Pamela, it turned out, was single, having recently been divorced. Because her divorce was bitter, she thought she'd give women a try. She still liked cock, but found it hard to trust the men attached to them. Besides, she had enjoyed her few experiences with women in the past. Jo assured her she was not gay, but Pamela suspected that Jo was curious. Why else would she be looking at Pamela's profile? "You must have thought about sex with a woman." Pamela said. "We all have some odd fantasies, don't we? Fantasies we'd never act on?" Jo responded. "Why wouldn't you act on them? If they turn you on and are safe and possible, why not look to satisfy your fantasies?" Said Pamela. "I don't know . . . it just doesn't seem right, I guess." Jo said hesitantly. "That is so sad for you, Jo. I mean, after 6 years with a prick of a husband who just seemed to hold me back, I guess I learned that we have to go out and enjoy ourselves and not let anything hold us back. It's especially sad when the only thing holding you back is you!" Pam exclaimed. "But I am engaged to a wonderful man, Pamela. I wouldn't want to betray him." "Seriously, Jo, what guy wouldn't approve of his woman finding another beautiful woman to sleep with? They would all be thinking about where it could lead for them. That is, when they aren't actually jacking off thinking about the two women together." Jo laughed at this. They continued to talk and drink for a little while, until Jo said it was time for her to leave. Pamela paid for both of them, thanking Jo for her company and walking Jo outside. As Jo walked toward her Sentra, Pamela stopped at a huge truck, an F-250 with an extended cab, saying, "This is my truck." "Holy crap!" exclaimed Jo. "You don't seem the type to drive a truck like this." "I wasn't. But I couldn't resist taking it away from my asshole ex-husband when we divorced," Pamela explained. "Now it suits me." Pamela opened the door, and Jo peered in, amazed at the size of the cab. "That's as big as a car's backseat." Pamela opened the back door so Jo could get a better look. Jo felt a little flutter as she felt Pamela's breast brush her arm through her blouse as Pamela reached around her. Maybe Pamela felt it, too. Or maybe she heard Jo's sharp intake of breath. Whatever the reason, Pamela turned to Jo after opening the door, leaned in, and kissed Jo flush on the mouth. Jo started to pull away, but the softness of Pamela's lips, and the weight of her breasts rubbing against Jo's through their tops convinced her to throw caution to the wind. So there in the parking lot, Jo kissed Pamela back, their tongues dancing with each other. The kiss was so soft, so sensual, Jo couldn't believe it. She couldn't help but compare it to the rougher kisses she was accustomed to receiving from the men in her life. This all raced through her mind as she continued to enjoy the long kiss with Pamela out in the Florida night. Next thing she knew, Pamela was gently guiding Jo into the backseat of the truck. Again, Jo hesitated. She broke the kiss, saying, "I don't know . . ." "Just go with it, Gorgeous," Pamela responded. "What's the use of this big cab if I can't get a girl in the backseat, after all?" Jo laughed, and found herself climbing in. Pamela closed the doors behind her, and laid Jo down on the seat. She positioned herself above her, and continued to make out with Jo. As this went on, Jo started to run her hands up and down Pamela's curves. Her hands slid sensually down Pamela's back and onto her skirt. She felt the roundness of Pamela's ass as she cupped her cheeks pleasantly. Again Jo marveled at the softness she felt in Pamela. She could her Pamela moan as Jo's hands stimulated the nerves on her backside. Soon Pamela broke the kiss and started to work her way down Jo's body. She lightly brushed her fingers along Jo's cleavage, making Jo moan. She slowly unbuttoned Jo's blouse, smiling at Jo as the anticipation heightened. After what seemed like an eternity, Jo's blouse was unbuttoned, and Pamela's hands were caressing Jo's stomach, slowly working up to Jo's bra. Impatient, Jo reached behind her own back and unhooked her bra from behind, giving an embarrassed smile to Pamela. "Quite the eager beaver now, aren't we? You sure you don't want to stop?" Jo's face reddened, but she quickly and strongly responded, "No! Keep going!" Pamela removed her own blouse and bra before re-focusing her attention on Jo. Jo couldn't help but admire Pamela's well-rounded breasts when she saw them. She imagined they must be C or D cups. Regardless, she found herself wanting to play with them. But before Jo could act on that impulse, Pamela leaned in again, kissing Jo more aggressively, passionately. As they kissed, Pamela's hands started to roam over Jo's breasts, lightly brushing the sides, the top, and even hefting them from below. Pamela continued this breastplay for several minutes, all without touching Jo's nipples. It was so damn frustrating and wonderful at the same time. Finally Pamela brushed Jo's left breast, almost as if by accident. Jo wasn't sure it wasn't an accident at first, but as the "accidents" started to occur more frequently, she could tell Pamela was just getting her worked up. Jo was going insane, wishing Pamela would just start rubbing her nipples already. She was writhing and moaning every time Pamela touched her nipple. She could feel Pamela smiling even as she kissed her. Suddenly, Pamela started to work her mouth down to Jo's neck, kissing and sucking it. As she did so, her hand grabbed Jo's nipple, working it between her fingers. Jo almost came right there. In fact, she wasn't sure she didn't. It felt so good! As Pamela continued to play with Jo's left nipple, Pamela's mouth started to suck on Jo's right nipple. The simultaneous attention to both nipples did send Jo over the top. She moaned in ecstasy as Pamela continued to lick and suck on Jo's tits. Jo had never had an orgasm from breastplay before -- she was shocked. Good God, this woman was good! Jo tried to sit up to return the favor. But Pamela had other ideas. She forced Jo back down, continuing her oral attention on Jo's breasts. But now Pamela's hand was snaking down to Jo's crotch, trailing through her auburn curls down to her pussy. Jo let out a small yelp as Pamela's hand went right to Jo's sensitive clit. Pamela looked Jo in the eye from where her face was between Jo's tits and laughed. "A little sensitive, are we?" Pamela didn't wait for an answer as she plunged two fingers into Jo's sopping wet pussy. Jo couldn't believe how wet she was. Darren always had to start with one finger, but Pamela had no problem getting two fingers in right away. Comparisons to Darren left Jo's mind, however, as she felt Pamela's fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy. As she was thrusting with her fingers, Pamela moved her thumb to Jo's clit and massaged it. Jo could already feel another orgasm climbing. Before she came, however, Pamela stopped, looked Jo in the eyes again, and licked her fingers clean. She then pulled Jo's skirt and panties off and positioned her face between Jo's legs. She examined Jo for a second, and then started to slowly kiss her way up Jo's leg. When she made it all the way up Jo's right inner thigh, Pamela pulled away and started on Jo's left thigh. "Fuck, NO!!!" Jo screamed, as she grabbed Pamela's head and pulled it to her pussy. "I can't live with any more teasing!" Pamela chuckled as she obliged Jo and started to lick her pussy. As Pamela licked Jo, Jo's hands were caressing her own tits. Once again, she noted the difference between Pamela's soft lips on her pussy and Darren's harder mouth. She was also shocked to realize how much Darren's 5 o'clock shadow normally rubbed her legs while he ate her out. She cleared Darren from her mind and relaxed, enjoying Pamela's mouth on her pussy. Pamela was now licking Jo's clit as she started to pump her fingers in and out of Jo's pussy. Pamela seemed to be curving her fingers upward as she fingered Jo, a sensation Jo was really appreciating. As Pamela continued her fingering, she was exploring the inner walls of Jo's pussy. Jo realized what Pamela was doing just as she felt it. Pamela had found her g-spot! It was all Jo could do to keep from screaming as Pamela massaged her g-spot and licked her clit. In no time Jo had perhaps the most violent orgasm of her life, bucking her hips and writhing in the backseat of the truck. Jo marveled at how Pamela could keep her mouth on Jo's pussy as Jo bucked. After 30 seconds or so, Jo finally came down from her high. "OH. MY. GOD!!! That was FANTASTIC!" Jo exclaimed. "Glad you liked it, Gorgeous," Pamela responded before kissing Jo. Jo could taste her own juices on Pamela's mouth, but it didn't bother her in the least. "Liked it? That was the best orgasm ever!" Jo squealed. "In that case, aren't you glad you didn't hold yourself back tonight?" Pamela asked. "Very. And I won't hold back now either," Jo said as she started to caress Pamela's body. Pamela leaned back and smiled as Jo started to treat Pamela in the same manner Pamela treated Jo. Jo teased her breasts for several minutes before sucking on them and playing with them. Jo then worked Pamela's pussy over, paying special attention to Pamela's clit. Finally, Jo kissed her way down Pamela's body, breathing deeply when she sensed Pamela's musky scent. She hesitated for only a second before she plunged he tongue deep into Pamela's cunt. The taste was similar to Jo's own, but somehow different, a little more sour, but surprisingly pleasant. Jo hardened her tongue, thrusting it in and out of Pamela's pussy like a small cock as her fingers continued to massage Pamela's clit. After a while she switched to licking Pamela's clit as she fingered Pamela's pussy. She was looking for Pamela's g-spot, listening to her moan when she heard Pamela cry out and felt her pussy spasm around her fingers. "I guess I found the g-spot," Jo silently told herself. When Pamela was finished, Jo sat in the seat next to her, kissing her and fondling her tits. "My windows are all fogged up," Pamela said. "Good thing," said Jo, "or the whole world could see what we were up to." "True. This was fun. We should do it again sometime." Pamela suggested. "I would love to, but I don't know when Darren might be out of town again and it still feels like cheating." Pamela disagreed with that idea, stressing that men loved to see women fuck each other. She finally suggested she meet Darren and Jo for dinner tomorrow night and feel Darren out on the matter. Jo agreed, thinking Darren could at least meet her new friend. Friday "You're kidding," Darren said Friday night. "You agreed to meet a new friend for dinner tonight. I figured since I had been out of town all week . . ." "Don't worry," Jo said. "You'll still get some high quality loving, tonight. We're only meeting Pamela for dinner. You have to eat after all." "I can think of something I'd like to eat. And they don't serve it at a restaurant." Darren replied. "All right, then. We can have dinner with her. By the way, is she hot?" He asked with a grin. "Very!" Jo replied with a knowing smile. They met Pamela at a Cuban restaurant that was known for its fish. The three of them drank a couple of bottles of wine during the meal as they got to know each other. The conversation flowed as well as the wine, and there was plenty of sexual innuendo. At one point Pamela complimented Darren on his taste in women, telling him how hot Jo was. Darren's eyebrows rose, and Jo could tell he was starting to fantasize about Jo and Pamela together. Jo reached under the table and felt Darren's cock. He jumped a little and she pulled it away. But her suspicions were confirmed, he was definitely sporting a semi-. Jo wasn't the only one with wondering body parts, though. Pamela had kicked off her shoe and was rubbing her stocking-clad foot up and down Jo's leg. Jo wanted to tell her to stop, afraid of being caught, but she couldn't find a way to do it discreetly. After they finished the main course, they agreed to order some dessert. Before they did so, Jo and Pamela excused themselves to the bathroom. Once there, Pamela turned on Jo and kissed her passionately, not even caring about the other women in the room. "You think he suspects?" Pamela asked. "No, but I think he's fantasizing about it right now. He had a semi- after you told him how hot I looked." "You are hot tonight, Gorgeous." Pamela said, eyeing Jo's cleavage in her tight black low-cut top. "And your ass in those pants . . . Mmmm, I enjoyed walking behind you on the way to the bathroom. You must be wearing a thing to avoid panty-lines in those pants." "I am. You're looking pretty good yourself, Pamela. I love that tight white top; it really accentuates your tits and sets off your hair." "Thanks, sweetie," Pamela said. "Let's fix our makeup and get back to the table." When they returned to the table, Darren asked what took so long. "Just a lesbian makeout session," Jo replied with a wink. "Yeah, right," Jo said incredulously. "And if we were making out? Wouldn't that bother you?" Pamela asked. "No. Not at all," Darren answered. "Am I not good enough to get jealous over?" Jo asked. "Of course you are. But it's not like she asked about you kissing a guy. I mean it's different with a guy." "But a girl is ok?" Pamela said. "I don't know. I never gave it much thought. It's not like you guys are doing more than pulling my leg and trying to get me hot and bothered." Jo and Pamela looked at each other. There was an unspoken exchange between them where they seemed to understand what the other wanted. Finally they both nodded and Jo turned to Darren. "What if I told you I wanted to fulfill my threesome fantasy with Pamela tonight? What would you say?" "Are you serious? If this is some test or some kind of joke, it's really uncool." Darren replied, shocked. "I'll take that as a yes, you'd like to go for it." Darren looked at Pamela, eyeing her up and down, and a big smile crept across his face. "Hell yea! I'm a man! What man could say no to two gorgeous women in his bed?" "In that case," Pamela said, "let's skip dessert." Darren paid the check and they left. Back at the house, the three of them sat down to enjoy a bottle of wine Jo had been saving. The nervous sexual tension was palpable. Darren finally asked, "Are you two serious about this?" Instead of answering, Pamela got out of her chair, pulled Jo out of hers, and started kissing her right then and there. Jo looked over at Darren. He was dumbfounded, his mouth slightly open, almost making him look simple. She laughed at him even as she started to caress Pamela's ass through her jeans. "I think you're drooling, dear." Darren closed his mouth with an audible click; wiping it to be sure there was no drool. Jo and Pamela both laughed this time, and returned to kissing and fondling each other. Darren watched in silence, enjoying the show as his hard cock tented the front of his khakis. After making out for a while, with occasional glances at Darren, Jo broke off the kiss, tugging on Pamela's tight shirt. Pamela helped her pull it over her head, revealing Pamela's tits encases in a whit lace bra. The darkness of her nipples was just visible, and they were definitely trying to poke through the fabric. Jo returned to kissing Pamela as she fondled Pamela's tits through her bra. Soon she was trailing kisses down Pamela's neck and into her cleavage. As she moved down Pamela's body, Jo unfastened Pamela's belt and jeans, pulling them to the ground. Pamela stepped out of them and was standing there in her bra and matching white g-string. Jo took a moment to stare at Pamela, appreciating the brunette beauty in front of her. Pamela returned the stare saying, "I think you need to get out of your clothes, too, Jo." Jo did not hesitate, quickly removing her own clothes. In no time she was standing there in her black bra and panties. Jo also wore a garter and some stockings in anticipation of fucking Darren tonight, knowing he enjoyed the way she looked in the lingerie. For his part, Darren sat on the couch, transfixed. He seemed to be involuntarily massaging his cock through his khakis. Jo's Story "Don't get too excited rubbing yourself there, dear," Jo said. "The girls are gonna' play for a little while here, but I still want your hard cock tonight." Darren immediately pulled his hand away and stuck both of his hands underneath him. He sat on them to help him resist the urge to return a hand to his groin. Jo next got on her knees and started to kiss around Pamela's pussy. She took a deep breath, smelling Pamela's scent. She grabbed Pamela's hand and started pulling her toward the floor. Pamela complied, lying down on the carpet in a position that allowed Darren the best profile view of the action. Jo slowly pulled Pamela's g-string off and returned to her pussy. She then started to lick Pamela's labia gently. As she did this, she looked Darren in the eye, a twinkle in her own. She licked Pamela's pussy lips for a while, alternately looking at Darren and Pamela. Pamela was squirming, obviously wishing for some more forceful contact. Jo was happy to oblige, moving her tongue to Pamela's clit as she finger-fucked her pussy. Pamela gasped audibly. "Mmmmmm, lick that pussy, baby." Jo was enjoying the moans she was eliciting from Pamela. She started to alternate between licking her clit while fingering her pussy and fingering her clit while licking her pussy. She was so into it she was surprised when Darren's face appeared next to her own. They smiled at each other, and Jo stopped in order to give Darren a long lingering kiss. "How does she taste?" Jo asked Darren. "Delicious!" He responded. Darren then dove into Pamela's pussy, licking her forcefully as he reached up and played with her Pamela's tit. Jo continued to finger Pamela's clit, but moved her body up Pamela's body so she could remove her bra and suck on her gorgeous tits. Jo could tell Pamela was in heaven, she was moaning continuously now, responding to the attention she was receiving from Jo and Darren. Jo was forced to remove her hand by Darren, who started licking Pamela's clit and fucking her with his finger. This allowed Jo to alternate licking in sucking on Pamela's tits. She'd lick one as she played with the nipple on the other, then reverse sides. This was all too much for Pamela, who finally came with a scream: "FUUUU-UUUUCK!!!" Jo and Darren smiled at each other, proud of bringing this beautiful woman off so forcefully. "I think it's your turn, Jo," Pamela said when she had caught her breath. "Twist my arm," Jo responded. Instead, Pamela reached out and started fondling Jo's breasts. She took of Jo's bra as Darren removed her panties. Jo lay back as Darren joined Pamela at Jo's tits. Pamela started kissing and sucking Jo's left breast as Darren started working her right one over. The sensation was amazing, having both tits sucked at the same time. And the difference between Pamela's soft mouth on one and Darren's rougher treatment of the other was exhilarating. Soon Pamela was working her way down Jo's body to her pussy. Darren, who had found time to undress, was getting on his knees next to Jo's face, smiling at her and holding his cock. Jo grabbed Darren's dick as Pamela started licking Jo's pussy. She groaned even as she took Darren's cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue around his shaft in imitation of the swirling of Pamela's tongue in her pussy. Pamela the started playing with Jo's clit, as Jo started to lick the tip of Darren's manhood, tickling the underside of the cockhead. She could taste Darren's pre-cum on her tongue as she again took him deep inside her mouth. Jo then relaxed, letting Darren fuck her mouth like a pussy. At the same time, Jo could feel Pamela thrusting her fingers inside her as she continued to lick Jo's clit. "Ungh!" Jo moaned as she was simultaneously fucked by Pamela's fingers in her pussy and Darren's cock in her mouth. Darren moaned a little and then pulled out of Jo's mouth. Jo wanted to tell him to put it back in her mouth, but she was too busy moaning to notice. Pamela's dancing tongue was doing its work on her. Jo watched Darren move toward Pamela, kiss her on the mouth, and say how good Jo tasted. He then moved further away and positioned himself behind Pamela's upturned ass. Jo smiled at Darren to let him know it was okay to fuck Pamela, and Darren smiled back. Jo could tell exactly when Darren started to stick his cock into Pamela's pussy -- Pamela stopped licking Jo and let out a small moan as it happened. Pamela recovered quickly, however, and continued to lick Jo's pussy. Soon Darren was thrusting deep inside Pamela, fucking her hard. As he did, Jo could feel every thrust as Pamela's tongue drove deeper inside Jo's pussy. It was almost as if every thrust by Darren was fucking Pamela and Jo. This thought, coupled with Pamela's thrusting tongue and fingers on her clit all Combined to send Jo over the top. Jo squealed with delight as she came all over Pamela's face. Jo was just coming to her sense in time to see Darren give on final hard thrust into Pamela's wet cunt and pull out, to come all over her back. Pamela also collapsed with an orgasm of her own, falling across Jo's sweaty body. Darren just sat there on his heels, gazing at the two beautiful women, obviously amazed at his luck. After a few minutes of just lying there, Pamela looked at Darren's dick, then at Jo and said, "I don't think this guy will be ready for round two for a little while. What say we go get cleaned up in the shower?" Jo looked at Darren questioningly, received a smile, and then smiled at Pamela, "Let's go." Pamela grabbed her purse and followed Jo to the bathroom. In the shower, Pamela and Jo took turns lathering each other up, paying special attention to their tits and pussies. Soon Pamela was reaching out of the shower to grab something from her purse. Jo saw that it was a strap-on dildo when Pamela's hand returned and grinned. "Were you hoping for something like this tonight?" "Weren't you?" Pamela asked. Instead of answering, Jo turned around and bent over. Pamela put the dildo on, which had a tickler for her clit, and gently inserted it into Jo's cunt. She started slowly, sensually grinding in and out of Jo's pussy. Jo was moaning, enjoying Pamela fucking her as the warm water ran over her body. Pamela reached around and started fondling Jo's tits as the shower door opened and Darren looked in. His cock was hard again, but he was just standing there enjoying the show, knowing he couldn't fit in the shower with the two ladies. Quicker than she imagined possible, Jo was coming again, and actually fell to her knees as a result of her spasming. The others helped her to her feet and the ladies finished their shower. Once dry, Pamela lay down on Jo's bed in her bedroom, and Jo had the strap-on now. Just as Pamela had done, Jo eased into Pamela slowly, gradually building up speed. As she fucked Pamela, Jo occasionally sucked on one of her tits. For his part, Darren was now fucking Pamela's mouth just as he fucked Jo's earlier. The site of Darren's cock in this beautiful woman's mouth was oddly intriguing to Jo. She was getting more and more turned on. It didn't hurt that the dildo was stimulating her clit, either. Darren pulled out of Pamela's mouth with an audible "Pop!" He went to the bedside drawer and retrieved some lubricant. Darren liberally lubricated his dick, and then positioned himself behind Jo. Knowing his intentions, Jo tried to position herself to receive Darren's cock in her ass. She had to stop fucking Pamela to do this, which earned her a pout. Jo didn't care as she felt Darren start to enter her ass. She stood still, feeling him start to gently fuck her ass. As Darren fucked Jo's ass, Pamela started moaning again. Once again, while fucking one woman Darren was causing the other woman to fuck the other. This time his every thrust of his dick in Jo's ass caused her dildo to thrust deeply into Pamela. Between the feel of Darren's cock in her ass and the way the dildo stimulated her own clit, Jo once again found herself coming. At the same time, Pamela also let loose with her own orgasm. The two women screamed together, as Darren continued to fuck Jo's ass. It took Darren just a couple minutes more to achieve his orgasm, this time pulling out and spraying all over Jo's back. Again they all lay on the bed together, sated. Finally, the three of them took turns showering. They said their goodbyes with promises of more nights like this, and Jo and Darren went to bed. Jo couldn't remember ever feeling more sexually satisfied.