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Wild Girl

By: steve25805



I'm a bit of a wild girl. I drink hard and party hard, and hang out with all kinds of shady characters. I am highly promiscuous sexually, and have an "anything goes" attitude to life in general, as well as sex. I take money for performing in amateur porn videos occasionally, and work as a kind of specialist call girl for shady characters amongst the fetish fraternity. There is a lot of money to be made there. Some guys will pay an absolute fortune just to be whipped or pissed on! I have encountered all sorts of porn in my time, including stuff that shocked even me. But if that's how the guys I am with get their rocks off, then as long as it doesn't involve kids, animals, or snuff, I have no problem with it. I've done most things sexually, but one of my favourites is when I get to piss on guys! I also quite enjoy having the sexier ones piss on me too!

I particularly enjoy just peeing anywhere, without bothering to go to the toilet. My introduction to this came when I befriended this guy who was a piss freak. He had paid to be peed on by me once or twice, but he also helped me out with a lot of personal shit and became a genuine friend. So when he needed to find a new place to live and the flat below me was vacant, I put him in touch with the landlord and pretty soon he was living below me. 

Well, we often had a few drinks together and got talking, and he eventually revealed that he was turned on by the thought of just peeing anywhere. He showed me some of his porn collection, which mostly featured pics and vids of girls pissing in all sorts of unorthodox places, often involving hotel rooms being messed up. He also showed me some pics of himself pissing on carpets and on tables! 

Thing is - and believe me I have known some far more extreme fetishists in my time - I was wholly unshocked by any of this, just a little curious and highly intrigued, and a little aroused. Afterwards, I kind of got off on thinking about such things, and found myself fantasising about peeing on his carpet in front of him.

Anyway, after a night out drinking with some friends, I headed home with a very full bladder and decided to see if I could get away with doing it for real. So I came in and knocked on his door, and was invited in. I started talking about my night out for a bit, then got around to the interesting stuff.

I told him that I needed to pee very badly, saying that it would be a long pee because I had been drinking loads and hadn't peed for ages. He said I could use his toilet, but I responded that sitting on the toilet for ages was boring. I then grinned at him as I commented that peeing could be much more fun than that. 

He looked surprised but also highly interested as he responded by suggesting that I could do it anywhere I wanted. So I pointed to the living room floor and asked him, with a wicked grin, if I should just do it there. And of course he was well up for it.

Anyway, I removed all my footwear, then my jeans and panties, and stood naked from the waist down in the middle of his living room, legs apart and hands on hips. And the floodgates opened. And boy was my bladder full. I must have peed for a good minute easily, if not more. A loud hissing sound filled the room, and the sight and sound of it splashing down onto the carpet in front of me was superb. The initial muffled splashing sound soon grew much louder as the carpet got soaked and a growing puddle formed. And doing this was such a huge turn on. This was surely the most enjoyable pee I had ever had up until that point. I got such a kick out of just standing there and pissing all over his carpet right in front of him! By the time that I had finished the puddle was massive. 

After that, he himself stood, took his semi-erect dick out, and enjoyed a piss all over the carpet too, right in front of me. And that sure was good to watch.

Anyway, this first time wasn't the last. We have peed on his carpet on a number of subsequent occasions too - and not just the carpet. He sometimes has me squat on his kitchen table and pee there. Another time we both stood side by side peeing on his bed. And I once followed his example in having a go at peeing against his bedroom wall! In fact, we do kind of pee all over his flat at times, which sure is fun.

Wild Girls In House On The Hill



Back in the late 70s, I had just transferred my sophomore year in college to a new university where I knew practically no one. I was taking a way-too-easy Spanish class and spotted a pretty good-looking girl on the other side of the room. She had a really pretty, Eastern European face, was of medium height, and had long, perfectly straight brown hair down to her bottom. Fleshy would best describe her build, and she had those pendulous kind of breasts that had never seen a bra and hung down to swing alluringly with every move. 

But the thing that first got my attention was the way she dressed like a hippy: earth shoes, frayed jeans, wide leather belt with toolwork, gauze shirt, beads, and a flower or two in her hair. She kind of reminded me of a young Grace Slick, the lead singer of Jefferson Airplane. This girl was a free spirit who smoked something more than Marlboros—just the kind of chick I liked. 

I met Eileen on the way out of class and got acquainted with her on the long walk back to her house, which she said she shared with five other girls. Our classes done for the day, I asked her if she wanted to party, as I had some "party materiel" on me. She invited me in and we partook. She was very direct yet sympathetic, and said that sometimes when men give a girl something they expect something in return, and that she would not want to hurt my feelings by going to bed with me and then another man tomorrow, since I seemed like a person seeking a steady girlfriend and was ready to fall in love. Man, Eileen had read me like a book! Even though I thought she was very sexually attractive, I had already determined that we would probably just be friends, which is just what I needed, and a good friend she became, as you will see later in this true story. 

Well, one by one, her five roommates returned to the house from class, and they were all attractive and wild. Bobbie, lithe as a panther in her black cat suit, with short, curly black hair, was fiery and outspoken. We'd hardly said "hello" when she mentioned, parenthetical to her main story, about how good inhaling nitrous oxide (laughing gas) was during sex with her two transsexual cousins while riding the world's tallest Ferris wheel in a blizzard when she was only twelve! OK, so she's not exactly the inhibited type. The next three roommates to arrive—all good-looking--were equally outrageous, each in their own unique way. The final housemate to return was Lauri, and let me tell you, the best had been saved for last. 

Lauri was a senior nursing student who came through the front door in her white uniform. I got only a glimpse of her before she went upstairs, but I could perceive in an instant her intelligence, playfulness, and sensuality. When I heard someone descending the creaky stairs a few minutes later, I turned to see that the barefoot Laurie had changed into some well-worn faded Levis and a cropped, midriff-baring yellow tee-shirt, obviously bra-less. 

With each step she took down, her 36D breasts bounced the bounce that only bouncy young breasts can bounce. Looking up the stairs, I could just barely see the bottom of their smooth roundness peek out at the downward-most point of the bounce before their firm elasticity pulled them back from view. Little did I suspect then what I would witness shortly. 

But this beauty was not just about boobs. She had the best and most of what any red-blooded man, or perhaps woman, could want. Her thick, wavy "dishwater blonde" hair, simply styled, hung to just below her shoulders, and framed a face that can only be described as timelessly attractive, like Grace Kelly or a countenance sculpted by Michaelangelo. 

As she stood in the bright sunlight in front of the glass storm door not eight feet from where I sat with Eileen, I studied the curve of her back, the sensuous small waist and "outie" naval above the low-slung jeans, and how the fade lines revealed every contour of her perfect buttocks, mons, and slender legs. Her hazel eyes telegraphed "there's a remote possibility I'd let you rub hot oil all over my nude body." Cute, dramatically arched feet together as she pivoted to face us, the Sun's rays shot through the heart-shaped gap just below her crotch. My penis, already pulsing in a partial erection, would fit nicely there, I thought. 

Lauri mumbled something about "old men" and turned back to gaze out the storm door again. "Why don't you give them a little stimulation?" suggested Eileen. 

I looked through the window to see across the street four elderly men sitting in rocking and wheel chairs looking our, well, Lauri's way. I looked back at Lauri just in time to see her pull up the front of her tee-shirt and tuck it behind her head, fully exposing her magnificent breasts in all their glory! (Her tendency to follow Eileen's suggestions would become relevant later on.) Was this the new geriatric care plan being taught in nursing schools? 

First, she wiggled her shoulders back and forth, which caused her boobs to jiggle left to right and emphasized their pliable firmness. Then, she squeezed them from below with her dainty hands and tweaked the bright pink tips, permanently rigid, between thumb and forefinger until the nipples became extra pointy. 

Next, she pressed her breasts together from the sides with her upper arms, accentuating her already considerable cleavage. Then Lauri arched her back in a faux orgasmic gesture, jutting her mammaries up and out until the crease beneath them nearly disappeared. Looking up, straight at the old men, she leaned forward to give them a frontal hanging boob view. 

As a finale, she took a step forward to the storm door and pressed them hard against the cool glass as she simultaneously kissed it with open lips, leaving an interesting two-boobs-and-mouth imprint. 

Eyes riveted on Lauri until now, I looked back out the window to see that the eyes of all four octogenarians were popping out. The one in the wheel chair had actually stood up and taken a few steps toward us, or, rather Lauri, and it appeared another, slack-jawed, was taking some kind of medication!! The other two were rocking so big in their chairs they were about to tip over, grinning ear to ear. As I turned back, Eileen's eyes darted up from my obviously bulging crotch and said, "So, do you like my friends?" "Yes," I replied, "I would like to spend some more time here, for sure." I could only imagine what sort of time I would be making here a few months hence. 

Well, I did spend more time there at the wild gal house on the hill that academic quarter and got to be good friends with Eileen and more than casually acquainted with the other girls. Their "coolness quotient" was way beyond mine, but, even so, they seemed to like me, and I partied with them, helped them move furniture and plant shrubs, and, being an ace student, assisted with their homework. 

But Lauri was the smart one who never needed any help with school, and it was clearly she who figured most prominently in my fantasies. She had a boyfriend in her hometown a couple hundred miles away, and I met him once when he came to visit her. This dude was at least 14 times cooler than me, and, at least when he was around, captured Lauri's complete attention. I could just tell, however, that Lauri was not his only girl. I discussed the situation and my interest with Eileen. She said she'd try to lay some groundwork for me, but that Lauri was crazy for Mr. Cool Dude, although she would on occasion bring another man home. Maybe I would be lucky enough to be one of them some day. 

In the mean time, I began semi-dating a kooky theater student I'd met through another crowd. Having short, curly brown hair and eyes, Marty was high-strung and as unpredictable as she was horny. Stick-thin and somewhat bird-like with tiny ta-tas and very puffy, dark red nipples, her fleshy mons and genitalia protruded incongruously from her crotch all the time, but especially so when she became aroused. It was as though her genitals were on steroids while the rest of her was half-starved. I've never seen anything like this, and she therefore looked OK clothed but great naked. Even my studly roommate, who had at first asked me why I was seeing this girl and later saw her sleeping face-up nude on my bed, came directly to the bathroom where I was showering to tell me he now completely understood the attraction. 

Moreover, she was as flexible as Gumby. Lying on her back, she could easily tuck both legs behind her head to expose a wide-open, dark red vagina for me to finger, lick, and poke. And this being her favorite position, she loved to be fingered, licked, and poked. When my 7 inches was fully inside her, I could actually feel the head of my penis entering her cervix! You'd think this would be uncomfortable for her, but her screams and moans of pleasure indicated otherwise, and for me, it was great--a veritable vagina within a vagina! 

But we were not serious and never would be. My thoughts often dwelled on the goddess Lauri, and I finally screwed up the courage to ask her out, right to her face over at her house. Here's how she answered: She stood very close, placed her index finger on my chest, and said, "You're funny and cute and considerate, but I'm trying to be good." Then the phone rang, and it was, yep, you guessed it, Mr. Cool Dude. Oh, well, at least she didn't say "no."

At the end of the Fall quarter, the wild gals in the house on the hill threw a big party after exams, and, of course, I was there, even though I had not packed and was riding with someone back to my home town for the month-long Christmas break early the next morning. It was a cold December night, and not having a car, I bundled up in heavy clothes and hiking boots and walked the three miles there. 

As I approached the house, I could hear the party noise and see the many revelers in the front yard and on the porch. People, some of whom I recognized but many I did not, were drinking and smoking and laughing and dancing and kissing. As usual, this looked to be a good party. I chatted briefly with a few folks on the way in and spotted Eileen and her boyfriend, who she had been seeing for about a month, on the couch and joined them. 

Jack was an excellent guy I had already come to know, and the three of us struck up a lively conversation. Sitting by the stereo, he and Eileen were unofficially in charge of the evening's music. However, the "stumble biscuits" they had eaten was making it increasingly difficult to manipulate the turntable and vinyl records (this was 1978, folks), so I assumed the music-master role myself. 

All the other wild gals of the house were there, and they were having a very large time. Typically, Lauri was surrounded by a phalanx of would-be suitors, and she was wearing a pair of her trademark faded Levis, along with a thick turtleneck fisherman's sweater, which did nothing but accentuate her drop-dead figure. She was her usual gorgeous self, and I, as usual, wanted her badly. 

Eileen looked real good, too. She had braided strands of hair on each side and pulled them to the back of her head where they were fastened with a wood-and-leather clasp, and she was wearing clogs, wide-wale cords, and a loose flannel shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing the tops of her large boobs, between which a silver locket on a chain nestled. 

Being the music-master, I had moved to the chair next to the stereo, facing her and Jack on the couch, and each time she leaned forward to tap the ashes from her cigarette into the tray on the coffee table between us, the weight of the smooth heavy locket would slide down from between her buttery soft cleavage and hang on the third shirt button, pulling the flannel down to expose both pendulous breasts swaying gently. For the first time I could see that her areolas were a good three inches in diameter and the nipples within them were located not in the center, but rather up a bit toward the top. They looked fantastic! Since Eileen smoked a lot, I got to look a lot. Jack caught me staring and simply raised his eyebrows and shrugged, as if to say, "Enjoy, my friend." 

Well, the party crowd first swelled and then slowly diminished over the next few hours as I pretty much stayed in one place changing records and talking to most, as everyone seemed to have a request and I was usually able to oblige from the vast record collection. Of the twenty or so people left, they all seemed to be paired up making out, and although I talked to Lauri a few times earlier, I had not seen her in quite some time, presuming that she had either crashed or taken one of those "occasionals" with some lucky guy. 

One stumble biscuit too many, Jack was laid out on the couch and had not moved in over an hour. I had not seen Eileen in a while either. Hell, I was leaving for over a month tomorrow, and I was horny as the devil, so, seeing no prospects here, I decided to go back to my apartment and call Marty. Surely she would want to make love before I left. Without saying good-bye, I put on Dylan's Blood On The Tracks, and, still wearing those heavy-duty hiking boots, RAN THE THREE MILES back to my apartment. Horniness will make you do such things, you know. 

The elevators were down, so I ran up the stairs to my 8th-floor apartment and, soaking with sweat, called Marty at about 1:00 AM. It sounded like I woke her up, but I was glad she answered the phone instead of her parents at that hour. "I'm acting in an early matinee tomorrow, you're an hour away, and Dad is taking the car in to be serviced first thing tomorrow morning. There's nothing I'd like more than to spend the night with you, but it's just not going to happen unless you can find a ride up here to me." CRAP! I told her I understood, and that I'd see her in January. 

As I hung up, my roommate came in with the gorgeous dark-skinned beauty I had introduced him to a few weeks earlier. They were wasted, and as they ricocheted down the dark hall to his bedroom, I heard a giggle and out flew a bra that landed on my shoulder. It was still warm and redolent of powdery femininity. Bally 36D…. Lauri, I thought. I'm going back. 

So, still in those clunky boots, I ran down the 16 flights of stairs and all the way back to the wild gal house on the hill. Actually, I walked the last ¼ mile so I could catch my breath and cool off in the below-freezing air. Entering, there Jack was still catatonic on the couch, a guy beside him I didn't know puffing on a hand-rolled, and, to my pleasant surprise, Eileen and Lauri standing by the warm radiator. There was no sign of anyone else. Curiously, the Dylan record was still playing (Had I run the six-mile round-trip that fast?), so I walked over to the turntable and put on Yes Songs. "Oooh, good choice," said Lauri from the opposite side of the big room. There, on the back of the music-master chair, was the unique down parka I had forgotten in my haste, so apparently no one had noticed that I had ever left. Hmmm, perhaps I had subconsciously known that I would return. 

I noticed Eileen and Lauri were whispering to each other as they rubbed their back sides against the tall radiator like house cats. They were swaying a bit, which I suspected was related to Jack's pocketful of "stumble biscuits." They glanced furtively at me and the other guy, pointed and giggled at the passed-out Jack, then switched off the porch light, closed the big wooden front door and locked it. What were those two up to? 

"Anybody interested in an orgy?" I thought I heard one of the girls say as I exhaled a lung-full of funny-smelling smoke and noticed Other Guy looking back at me in utter disbelief. Figuring I was hallucinating, I lowered the stereo volume just in time to hear them say much louder, in unison, "We said, is anybody interested in an orgy?!" 

As if awakened from death, Jack immediately popped to his feet. The three of us men replied in a strong chorus of "Yes!!!" as Eileen and Lauri began to undress each other. Every lamp and the ceiling light was on in that white-walled living room, and I wouldn't think of compromising the view, so I left them all on but quickly lowered the blinds. After all, this could prove fatal to the old men across the street, if they were still up. 

Standing behind her, Lauri unfastened the remaining buttons on Eileen's shirt and slipped it from her shoulders to expose her bell-clapper boobs with mega-nipples. My, did they look good! Lauri kissed Eileen's neck as she squeezed her boobs as though they were her own. Then, still behind her, Lauri deftly slipped Eileen's cords and panties, all together, down to her ankles, where she stepped out of them and her clogs. So, that's what her bush looks like? I like it. I like it. All three of us men moved forward. 

Just then, Eileen parted her pubes with the fingers of one hand to reveal her genitalia. We stepped even closer for a better look. Then she inserted a finger from her other hand into her vagina and said, "this is where I want your penises to go." Pulling her labia and hood back further to expose the clitoris, she instructed, "but not before you work this little button real good," stroking it herself to show us just how. 

Smiling, Lauri pulled off her turtleneck to reveal a black satin bra and then her jeans to reveal little matching panties. Dang, I thought, I'd rather see Lauri in her underwear than any other woman totally nude! "I hope we're not boring you guys," teased Lauri. At this point, I actually pinched myself to make sure this was indeed happening. 

Eileen came around in front of Lauri and removed her bra, it being the type with the closure in front, and messaged Lauri's breasts to restore their full circulation. Kneeling, Eileen slowly slid Lauri's black panties down to the floor to partially obscure the sexiest feet to ever walk the planet. But my eyes quickly trained back on Lauri's COMPLETELY SHAVED CROTCH, something you just hardly ever saw back in those days. Even with her legs together, as I mentioned before, she had that rare gap between them below the crotch that, against the bright white wall, displayed the bright pink labia and clitoral hood that matched her scrumptious nipples. 

Then the two girls turned to face each other and embraced in a deep French kiss as their breasts gently brushed together and they squeezed each other's behinds. They finally broke the kiss and looked back at us men, extending their hands toward us with Lauri saying, "It's time for you boys to undress and join us in here." The next room, right there by the radiator, was Eileen's, and she proceeded to open the French door so that the five of us could enter. 

Well, as I said before, my coolness quotient is not as high as some other's, so Jack and Other Guy were naked and having sex with two of the world's sexiest women before I could even get my jeans off. I first had to get those hiking boots unlaced—no small task in itself—and then try to peel off some new blue jeans I'd just got and washed in hot water to start the fading process. Their tightness (exacerbated by a raging erection), coupled with the moist stickiness of my perpiration caused by a six-mile round trip run to my apartment and back, considerably slowed my stripping. 

As I did so, I watched the girls climb into the bed and each assume the "doggie-style" position, directly facing and kissing each other across the width of the bed so that their bottoms were at its sides. Now it looked to me that they would first want their vaginas licked, but, instead, Jack, standing on the floor on my side of the bed, parted his girlfriend's buns and easily slid into her. Meanwhile, on the opposite side, Other Guy, who had a regular-size penis but with a purple plus-size head, rammed himself into Lauri without hesitation, and I could tell from her expression that this seemed to be somewhat painful. Struggling to free myself from the seemingly infinite buttons on my red union suit, I observed both men rapidly pumping the women and thought I'd never last long going that fast this early. 




Wild Girls In House On The Hill



Like an NBA guard to his small forward, Jack shouted "switch" to Other Guy, and they withdrew their peni, climbed into the bed, and plunged their mighty swords into the opposite girl's mouths. Over the sounds of Yes' "Long Distance Runaround," I heard the loud sucking and estimated from their deeply concaved cheeks the strong suction. Alternately looking at one another and at the man she was servicing, I could see that they were intentionally doing the exact same thing to their respective suckees. 

Cupping the testicles with one hand, choking the base of the shaft with the other, each would in unison lick the peni undersides up and down three times, go up and down the same area with their pursed lips three times, put them inside their mouths and bob up and down three times, then with a loud "pop," release the suction from the tip, each girl in perfect harmony swirling her tongue around the head, again three times. Then up and down the wet shafts with the hand alone three times. Wow, these gals were only undergrads, but they definitely had earned advanced degrees from the same great school of fellatio. 

After a trio of scrotal lick-suckings, they then settled into an ever-quickening suck from base to tip with firmly gripped hand following their lips up and down. Listening again to the tune that was about to end, I wondered, at this rate, just how long the distance these fellas could go. In fact, just as my penis sprung free from the sweaty jockey shorts I was rolling down my legs, Other Guy came in Eileen's mouth and Jack The Biscuit-Eater moaned as Lauri pulled his schlong from her mouth and grasped it hard at the base in an effort to prolong the inevitable, but it was too late. He squirted onto her magnificent breasts as she obligingly hand-milked every drop of semen from him with firm up and down motions. Two men down, one man up, and that man was me. 

I now had sole responsibility for taking care of these two sexual Ph.Ds. I hoped I could pass my oral exams. Har-har. As Eileen reminded me, "Remember, this doesn't make me or Lauri your girlfriend, even though I did set this all up for you," I wasted no time in stacking Lauri on all fours atop the face-up Eileen, so that I could enter Eileen and make love to her as I licked Lauri's genitals. This placed Lauri's come-soaked boobs hanging right over Eileen's face, and she lapped up the warm semen and sucked and squeezed them but good as I pounded her vagina with slow, deep motions. Fortunately, Eileen had a large vaginal opening, and I didn't have to worry about ejaculating too soon, even though licking and sucking Lauri's clitoris alone was practically enough to make me come. 

Occasionally, I would back my face away and manually work her, just so I could look at her gorgeous booty and genitalia better. Sucking her clitoris hard and fast, Laurie finally orgasmed for what seemed like a minute, flooding my already-soaked face with more juices. Smashing her hips down against Eileen's, I rolled them over simultaneously, pulled up Eileen to her knees and plunged my tongue into her big gaping hole as I sank my penis into Lauri below, she quivering with delight as was I. 

We all laughed as the watching Jack said to Other Guy, "He's been studying the manual." He was pretty close to right. I'd fantasized so much about doing these two together, it seemed this was the performance after many rehearsals. Even lying flat on her back, Lauri's big, firm boobs stood up, up for me to see and up for Eileen's pendulous breasts, which hung so attractively down in this all-fours position, to bounce against. Eileen, I had now discovered, liked to have something pretty big in her vagina as her clitoris was being licked or rubbed, so I inserted the index and middle fingers from both hands inside her as I lick-sucked her clitoris. 

As a variation, I would do the same thing with my fingers, but use my free thumbs to work her clitoris. This gave me the opportunity to get some air and also watch my penis go in and out of Lauri's vagina just below. She was super-tight around my thick member, and her labia would completely disappear inside her as I plunged in and then, as I withdrew, first her labia would reappear but then her vagina would hug my penis so tightly that it was actually turning inside out! With no pubic hair at all to obscure the view, I must say that this looked and felt great, but I had to concentrate so hard on not coming that it was work. And I've never been afraid of good, hard work. 

Well, Eileen came a great big old orgasm with the fingers-and-two-thumbs technique, and I was so happy because she was such a sweetie and had been a true friend. Knowing that one person's coming can serve as a catalyst for another one to come, I angled my penis slightly downward into Lauri so that the top of it would rub against her clitoris as it went in. It seemed to be working, as her moans became louder and quickened. 

Eileen, still not altogether over her orgasm, turned 180 degrees around to face me, planted both feet beside Lauri's ears, and squatted right onto her face. What a fabulous sight this was! Lauri's pink tongue was lapping away at Eileen's clitoris and flapping labia, and there was Lauri's pretty little box with me in it, and there were her two big firm breasts with hard bright pink nipples and Eileen's two water balloons with huge dark red nipples. Not to mention all the other beautiful complex curves on these young nymphs. 

Meanwhile, Jack and Other Guy found some lotion, and had stroked themselves up to partial erections again. Still, I wanted them to enjoy, too, so I invited them to work themselves in. In his southern drawl, Other Guy said, "Naw, man, we're thoroughly enjoying ourselves beatin' off while watchin' y'all. Now pay attention to whatcha doin' before you lose your place." 

We all laughed a hearty chuckle, and I reached up to simultaneously fondle Eileen's left boob with my right hand and Lauri's right boob with my left hand as I increased the pace of my plunging at the revised angle into Lauri. It sounded like she was about to come. She stopped eating Eileen, pushed her back behind her head, grabbed both of her own breasts, and looked me straight in the eyes. "Lover, I'm gonna come now." And did she ever. She bucked and shivered and quivered and screamed and moaned and cussed as I choked myself back to make it last for her as long as possible. If her vagina was wet before, then it was positively drenched now, and that's probably the only thing that kept me from spurting inside her myself. 

Jack and Other Guy were now standing on either side of the bed masturbating, and Eileen squirted a generous helping of lotion on her hands before grabbing them by their respective peni, one in one hand, one in the other, and guiding them into the bed so that they were each on their knees facing one another over her and the still-coming Lauri. Eileen with her dextrous hands was working their rods even better than they could their own, bringing them to 90% erections despite the stumble-biscuits. Pumping them vigorously, she pointed their peni at her breasts and first Other Guy, followed closely by Jack, ejaculated right onto them with loads of sperm running down her cleavage and across the broad expanse of her nipples, which she then swabbed with the underside tips of each man's stiff member to prolong his pleasure. I guess you could say she jacked off Jack to get Jack off. 

There was so much semen that it was dripping right onto Lauri's firm mounds below, and seeing that her orgasm was complete and fulfilling, I withdrew from her and came around to the other end of the bed, pushed Eileen down against Lauri's breasts and mounted Eileen doggie-style with Lauri's face just below my organs. I could hear the slurping of their sperm-wet breasts slapping each other. Eileen's large, wide vagina felt so comfortable around my thickness but even better when Lauri took the opportunity to suck and lick my testicles, already dripping with Eileen's delicious fluids. 

Lauri would move down to Eileen's clitoris to suck it a bit before tonguing her way back to my scrotum and anus as I continued a steady rhythm in an out of Eileen. Scooting her knees, she inched forward to both improve my angle of penetration and afford her a better view of Lauri's vagina, the petals of which she spread with her long tongue, then just stared at her genitals. Eileen had quickened her tempo now, and I reached around to swirl her slippery right breast in and around Lauri's "outie" naval. Seizing the moment, I said, "Lauri, let's make it happen for Eileen." 

Well, Lauri had obviously been paying attention before and knew Eileen needed both something inside her and love-button stimulation at the same time to climax, so Lauri latched her lips onto Eileen's clitoris like a moray eel as I watched myself pump her as deep and fast as I could go. Shortly, her back began to arch and hips twitch as I steadied her with both hands clenching her soft butt flesh. Eileen then quickly flung her upper torso backward so that her long hair cleared my left shoulder and flowed down my back as she pressed her back and upper bottom firmly against my chest and stomach and turned her head to kiss me. As Eileen did this, in what can be described as nothing short of amazing, Lauri smoothly rotated completely over from her back to her stomach—never breaking the hermetic seal between her lips and Eileen's clitoris!!! 

I pictured Jim McKay announcing at the Sex Olympics, "I've seen this move, which is the very highest degree of difficulty, only once before, when the Soviets attempted it at the Goodsex Games. Olga Orgasma and Tatyana Cunalingavich unfortunately momentarily broke the oral/genital seal, and they had to settle for Bronze. Considering this move is even more difficult in a three-way, their stellar performance so far, and that they just don't need to take the risk at this level of competition, it's incredible that these Americans tried it at all and apparently without a hitch! Here come the judge's scores now: 10.0, 10.0, 10.0, 10.0, 10.0, 10.0, 10.0, 9.9 (the Soviet judge)." Gold!!! 

I realized I'd never kissed Eileen before, and her soft, full lips gently touched mine as our tongues intertwined in what was perhaps the best part of the whole escapade. She reached her arms around and grabbed my buns hard to halt my thrusting and just held me deep within her, and her entire body began to vibrate. Her breasts jiggling like jello, I peered past them into the upturned hazel eyes of Lauri, who had Eileen's clitoris fully exposed between her thumb and index finger and was licking it with lightning-quick flicks of her pink tongue. Eileen was coming, and she teeth-nibbled my lips as she uttered, "Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby," over and over and over. 

Bottom in the air, I could see in the reflection of the dresser mirror that Lauri was fingering herself with her other hand. She, too, appeared to experience another orgasm, then they both rolled onto their backs and stared blankly up at the ceiling as I gazed at their sloppy wet vaginas. At once, the bystanding Jack and Other Guy said, "Unreal, man." To which Eileen replied, "No, it was real." "Really real," said Lauri. 

It was about 5:00 AM, and Lauri, somewhat reluctantly (I guess because I was not her boyfriend), agreed that the two of us could crash together, so I gathered up my clothes and boots and we trudged upstairs to her bedroom. Throughout this entire wild sex, I had concentrated so on not coming that I never did, although I didn't mind, since everyone else did at least twice and the whole deal was unbelievably pleasurable. My intention was to get a few hours of sleep curled in the arms of Lauri, then make love with this most-beautiful-girl-in-the-world in the morning. Arms and legs entwined, we snuggled beneath the covers and fell asleep right away. I awoke abruptly with bright Sun in my eyes alone in the bed. Where was Lauri? 

There she was, on the floor with her legs spread looking at her vagina with a hand-held mirror. "I'm sore like I've never been before," and I could see that her formerly bright pink kitty was now inflamed and red. "I'm sorry," as she looked at my rock-hard penis. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you." "Oh, don't apologize; I enjoyed every second of it!" she said. She walked naked across the bright room to get some salve, and I concluded that there was absolutely no room for improvement in her beauty. The clock said 8:05 AM. CRAP! My ride home for the Christmas break was going to be at my apartment, three-miles from here, at 9:00 AM, and I had not even packed! 

Lauri was sitting on the edge of the bed about to apply the salve, which was in an institutional-size container I suppose she had picked up doing her nursing rounds, so I poured some of it onto my fingers and gently applied it to her swollen vagina. "Thank you. That feels better. You're being so careful. If Bubba (aka Other Guy) had gotten me wet first and not been so rough last night , I probably wouldn't be raw right now." She was just being sweet; while Other Guy may have been partially responsible for her condition, I knew a half-hour of wrong-side-outing her tight vagina later with my two-sizes-too-thick-for-her penis was probably the primary reason. 

I'd poured out about ten times too much salve, so I just smoothed it onto her belly and up and on to her breasts. "That feels sooo good; I like your big, strong hands on my body like that." I poured out some more and rubbed it all over her perfect body—back, bottom, legs, feet, arms, hands—everywhere but her face. She kissed me a long, delicious kiss, and said, "I'm going to take good care of you now." 

She positioned me on the edge of her bed and stood up in front of me in the bright sunlight. She caressed my hair, kissed my ears and neck and chest and tummy as my raging erection thumped between her 36Ds, still slippery from the salve. Squeezing her breasts around my shaft, she slowly rocked her torso up and down it, all the while looking directly into my eyes. She put a finger in my mouth, and I sucked it hard. 

She took one of her hard pink nipples and, starting at the base, pressed it firmly against the underside of my penis and rubbed it up toward the head, lingering at that sensitive spot near the tip to make little circles there. Then she did the same thing with the other nipple. The balance principle, don't you know. 

She poured out a gargantuan quantity of the salve onto her breasts and, grasping them from the sides and below, vigorously slid them up and down and around my rod for several minutes, bringing me to the brink of ejaculation. She then bent my legs all the way back against my shoulders and placed a boob between my open buns so that her hard nipple went right into the center of my anus, which I relaxed, allowing it to slightly slip inside me. Just as this happened, she place her warm mouth over the tip of my penis, grasped its base with one hand, and kept the nipple in me by maneuvering her breast with the other hand. I thought I'd done everything, but this was a first! 

I tightened and relaxed my anus around her nipple as she sucked the tip of my penis and adroitly worked its shaft with her salve-lubricated left hand. Although this felt divine for a few minutes, the position did not allow her to suck me deeply, so she removed the nipple from my bottom and proceeded to start alternately licking it and my testicles and sucking my penis while gazing up at me with those clear, hazel eyes. Although she had a small mouth, she could take my 7-inch-long, 6-inch-around penis all the way into it while simultaneously swirling her tongue on its underside and tickling and massaging my scrotum with her finger tips. 

Pausing just long enough to say, "I do swallow," she put me back in her mouth all the way down with greater suction this time and with her free hand wet with salve, carefully slid a finger right up into my anus! Grasping her breasts, I exploded in one orgasmic contraction after another as she sucked me really hard all the way up and all the way down and swallowed gulp after gulp of my hot semen without ever missing a stroke. She just kept sucking and wiggling that finger inside me until I finally had to pull her off of me, in what was the longest, most intense climax of my life! 

I kissed her engorged lips over and over and squeezed those magnificent boobs and her perfect bottom as I stood her up in the light and smoothed my hands over her every lovely contour before quickly dressing and saying goodbye. She posed nude at the top of the stairs as I glanced at my watch—8:40 AM—and took one last look at the waving Goddess Lauri. DANG! I was starting to feel horny again, and I absolutely had to leave! 

I ran out the door and the 3 miles back to my apartment, where I arrived at 8:58 AM just as my ride drove up. "You ready?" the driver said. "You're a little early, go get Hugh first and I'll be ready by the time you return." "OK, but you better be ready when I get back!" After a night of extreme partying, five-way sex orgy, walking 3 miles and running another 9 in jeans and hiking boots in freezing weather, three hours of sleep, and the best BJ of my life with the ultimate fantasy-girl, I was confident that packing in five minutes was really no big deal. 

THE END

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