8 comments/  122497 views/  7 favorites

College Girls I

By: Professor Fink



As a new college professor, I was still getting used to being back on a campus. I had spent a few years after graduating in private industry before deciding to go back for my doctoral studies. During those studies, I knew that my calling lied in teaching and started looking for a university position. I certainly enjoyed the academic portion of my profession, but seeing the beautiful young coeds prance around campus was a big bonus!

I first met Lori at teacher/student interviews after the first week of classes. She was in one of my larger philosophy classes, so I hadn't noticed her sitting in the back. We talked for nearly two hours and got along famously. I was intrigued by her playful yet intelligent demeanor and how engrossed she was in the conversation. Mature beyond her years, Lori talked about everything from school to hobbies to the sorority she had joined last semester, when she was still a freshman. Now that she was an "upperclassman," she was thrilled to have a "little sister" that was pledging the sorority. 

Of course, much of my interest in Lori was based on her looks. A stunning 19-year old sophomore, she reminded me of one of my favorite old-school porn stars, Lexus Locklear. Lori wore extremely short jeans shorts that exposed her long, tan and shapely teen legs. The green Abercrombie & Fitch tank top hugged her well shaped breasts. I could see the straps of a purple bra underneath and was sure that it contained some of the finest tits on campus.

Lori ended up being one of my most enthusiastic and successful students. We talked after class for a few minutes at least once a week, but always about academics. Of course as much as I wanted to get in her pants, I still had to abide by the college's student/teacher relationship clause. I was also sure that she got plenty of attention from the boys on campus and had no interest in a professor 10 years her senior. It wasn't until I ran into Lori and her little sister, Erica, at a bar on Friday night that I even thought about the possibility of sex (ok, I had thought about it numerous times, but not seriously!). Being there with several of my colleagues, though, I knew that I couldn't act on my beer-induced desires. 

Lori saw me from across the bar and came over to introduce me to Erica. Erica was a freshman engineering major, not normally the educational discipline for Tri-Delt sorority girls. She was, of course, the hottest engineering student I had ever laid eyes on. A delicate brunette, she was a shy stunner with pale skin, freckles and a fabulous figure shown off in a flouncy pink miniskirt and a white mid-riff top. I checked out her incredible legs and saw that she was wearing a pair of 4-inch white heels with straps that ran up her calves. A very well-coordinated outfit, it was just a little trampy too. In fact, with her back to me, I almost thought that her skirt was short enough that I caught a glimpse of the cheeks of her ass. 

Despite holding up a conversation, my mind was thinking solely about how hot Lori looked. She too was dressed in sorority-girl uniform: jeans micro-mini skirt, tight black shirt that showed a lot of cleavage and a little bit of mid-riff, and black strappy heels. The heels looked so good on her french-manicured feet…I imagined how they would look on either side of my head!

As I snapped back to reality, Erica was asking about the other classes that I taught. It sounded like she was burned out by the heavy engineering workload and wanted to take an elective course next semester. Halfway through the conversation, a new song started up on the dance floor and Lori pulled Erica behind her to dance. They looked extremely hot dancing together, occasionally touching one another on the arm or holding hands. I knew that they were there to pick up frat boys or football players, so I reluctantly turned back to the conversation with my less-interesting colleagues. 

After another hour or so, we'd had about enough and decided to leave. As we said farewell to one another in the parking lot, I realized that I'd left my credit card with the bartender. I went back inside to retrieve it and was met by Lori coming off the dance floor.

"I saw you leave and thought you weren't going to say goodbye," she said with a fake pout. 

"I'm sorry, I thought you were off dancing with your friends," I replied. "I enjoyed talking with you tonight. Will I see you in class on Monday?"

"What, you can't leave, yet!" she shouted over the music. "The party hasn't even started!" She had a gleam in her eye that more than intrigued me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the dance floor and the thumping music.

I looked around, feeling guilty about the student/teacher fraternization issue, but realized there wasn't any other faculty there and most of the college-age students there had no idea I was Lori's professor. She spun around and started dancing and I was amazed at how hot her body was. I truly saw the image of a naked Lexus Locklear standing in front of me and was jealous of the frat boys who had had a chance to explore her firm young body. 

After only one or two songs, Lori was moving closer and closer to me, at several times grinding against my obviously rock hard dick. I finally got the courage (perhaps it was the beer) to slide my hands to her hips and pull her into me. She grinded hard backwards and I even let my right hand slip over her flat, smooth tummy, sliding one finger into the waistband of her hip-hugging miniskirt. She started thrusting back with the beat of the music and it felt like we were almost having sex right there on the dance floor. After having spent my twenties in relationships with well-developed women, Lori felt unbelievably slender and petite. I put both hands on her hips and wondered what it would feel like to have her naked in that position and fuck her doggy style.

I spotted Erica across the room, dancing with a frat boy. He looked to be about her age, an 18-year old pledge from Alpha Chi, the Tri-Delt's brother fraternity. They were locked together in embrace, dancing hard to the music. I watched as the guy slipped his hand underneath her skirt and cupped one ass cheek, pulling her against him even harder. I was sure that Erica would end up going home with this lucky young man. Meanwhile, I was contemplating my chances of bedding Lori and wondering if I should even risk my job over such a hottie. My brain was undecided but my dick was definitely in favor of taking her back to my house. 

She turned around, kissed me, and said," let's get out of here." I wasn't going to argue.

As we gathered our things, Erica rushed over from a gathering of their sorority sisters. "No luck tonight," she told Lori. "Can I get a ride back to the house with you?"

"We're actually headed over to Mark's house," she said, smiling devilishly at me. "You should come with us rather than going back to the house alone."

Initially, I was bummed that this freshman might break the trance that Lori and I were sharing. My worries disappeared, though, when the two drunk girls leaned in and kissed each other, tongues visibly wrestling. My heart nearly skipped a beat at the sight, especially noticing that Erica had a blue and white metal tongue stud. Many young girls these days have their tongues pierced, theoretically as a fashion statement. Most girls probably knew that they brought intense pleasure when giving head, either to a male or female partner. One of my dreams had always been to cum on a pierced tongue and I was going to make sure that that dream came true tonight!

The girls both hopped in the front seat of my pickup truck and we were all smashed in pretty tight. Neither of their short skirts did anything to hide their shapely long legs. That didn't seem to bother them since their hands started to roam over each others legs and under one another's skirt. I couldn't believe my luck and drove quickly to the house, enjoying the show along the way.

We hurried into the house and barely got the door closed before both teens were on their knees in front of me, fishing out my prick and sucking it down. They took their time sucking and licking, kissing each other around my cock. The sight of Erica's tongue stud under my dick nearly made me come, but I forced myself to hold on and wait until I got to fuck at least one of them. 

I looked down at the girls, both sets of eyes locked onto mine while they sucked away. They both had beautifully manicured fingernails and Lori had one hand pumping the base of my dick while Erica sucked away at the head. I noticed that they both had a hand jammed inside their panties, feverishly frigging their pussies. It's of course satisfying to know that the girl sucking you off enjoys it so much that she wants to masturbate herself at the same time. The thought of two girls doing this to me simultaneously almost made me come again.

To avoid ending the party too soon, I pulled them off my dick and finished undressing myself, eagerly looking forward to finding out what was under their cute little skirts. I told Lori to get up onto the couch and spread her legs open for me. She didn't resist in the least and plopped down on the couch. She held her long legs up straight up in the air, ankles crossed just below the slutty black heels she wore, and then spread them straight out to the side. She must have been a cheerleader or gymnast in high school because of the flexibility and grace of the move. Her jeans mini-skirt migrated up to her waist, exposing a tiny, but ornate, pair of black lace panties. They were extremely low-cut to match the hip hugging skirt. It was readily apparent through the flimsy material that her pussy was fully shaved. 

I got down on my knees next to the couch, pulled aside the front of her panties with one finger, and began to feast on the sexiest pussy I had ever laid eyes on. I was surprised when Erica kneeled next to me and ran her hands up and down Lori's smooth legs, holding them back for me while I continued to eat her out. Lori was on another planet from all of the pleasure, but Erica began whispering dirty suggestions into my ear, far too naughty for an 18-year old college freshman. Without a doubt, Erica had been the high school slut who'd had no inhibitions. Whether or not she'd ever double-teamed a guy before remained to be seen, but she gave a double blow job like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Lori brought her legs together and Erica leaned in and grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them off to reveal a tiny g-string. Erica leaned back in and began to tongue the bald cunt in front of her. As I saw her tongue stud graze against Lori's beautiful pink pussy, my dick got harder than it had ever been. It felt like it must have doubled in size from the erotic sight before me. Ready to try out one of these young pussies, I positioned myself behind Erica and flopped her flouncy pink skirt up over her back to reveal a matching pink Victoria's Secret V-string. I pulled the lace panties down to her knees and she lifted each one for me to remove the lingerie. I put my fingers on the straps of her shoes to remove them when Lori cautioned me against it.

"She didn't wear those fuck-me heels tonight just to have you take them off right before you fuck her. Now open up her little pussy and stick that beautiful cock in her tight little hole."

Her filthy language spurred me on. I lined up behind Erica again and grabbed her slender little ass cheeks. I spread them apart to reveal another shaved, freckled pussy. Because of her light complexion, it looked so innocent, yet so dirty. I gave her pussy a couple of licks and then her bare ass-hole and then slid my prick straight into her. I pounded her into Erica's snatch, eliciting moans from both girls. The sight before me was incredible. No matter how great it felt to fuck this little red-head, the object of my desire for weeks lay straight ahead of me with her legs spread and miniskirt around her waist. She had taken off her shirt and bra, exposing her oversized, but firm, tits. She was staring straight at me and intensified the feeling of being in her little sister's pussy. 

I was definitely ready to fuck Lori. Erica pulled off my dick and then finished taking her clothes off, leaving on her sexy heels. She laid against the corner of the couch and slid Lori over to between her legs. The thought of those two, wet and shaved pussies being so close together gave me goose bumps. Erica grabbed Lori's legs and spread them back apart for me, inviting me to fuck her friend. First I dangled my prink in front of Lori's mouth and she inhaled it, vigorously cleaning off Erica's juices. As I entered Lori, I thought about the fact that we weren't using condoms, but I figured such talented and experienced sorority girls were probably on the pill. Plus, I didn't have any intention of coming in their pussies. I was saving that for Erica's tongue. 

Lori's legs were still in a 'v' while I fucked her. Erica's french-manicured fingers roamed all across her tan body. She cupped Lori's breasts and caressed across her incredibly flat stomach. They worked their way down to Lori's pussy, frigging her friend off while I plunged in and out of the tight channel. It proved to be too much for Lori as she screamed out in orgasm. 

I'd had more than enough stimulation, too. Despite wanting to prolong the pleasure forever, the sexy outfits, the almost non-existent lingerie, the 'fuck-me' heels, the hard bodies, the perfectly-shaved pussies, the double blow job, and fucking both girls tight holes pushed me over the edge. The girls were in the perfect position for a facial, but I was unsure how these young girls would react. The lure of Erica's tongue stud was too much to resist, though, so I pulled out and leaned in toward their faces. Both girls instinctively stuck out their tongues as I stroked my cock and exploded over their upturned faces. After giving each girl a couple of pulses on their face, I aimed directly for Erica's pierced tongue. The sight of me stroking myself into the mouth of an 18-year old with a tongue stud was incredible, and I actually started to come again, leaving plenty of ropes for Lori's porn star-perfect tits. I finally came down from the best orgasm of my life and sank to my knees in exhaustion. 

The girls decided to spend the night and we woke up in the morning for another round of amazing sex in my bedroom. I wasn't sure what would become of Lori and I, but I was certain that I wanted to see her again, the risk to my job be damned!

College Girls Learning To Love



I am a freshman in college and my dorm roommate is also. I am named April and she is named May. There, I got that over with. We didn't plan to room together, didn't even know each other, it fact the roster from which we were selected by our dorm leader was made up of last names – mine was Stengle and hers was Swanson – so it was actually last names starting with ‘S' that threw us together.

That didn't stop the jokes of course. I thought I had heard all the April jokes there were, but we were now a pun on months, so people would refer to us all too often as the month sisters. May actually found this funny, which made me want to strangle her.

Whereas the two months are pretty similar in proximity as well as weather-wise, May and I are pretty different. She is from a strict religious background and so am I, but there the similarities pretty much stop. She is blond, athletic, muscular and outgoing, and I am quiet, introverted and well, whatever the opposite of athletic is – lazy maybe? Also I have dark brown hair that I wear very short because I despise hair care, and I have a pretty, but slender build.

May finally shamed me into exercising, so I would jog with her in the mornings at the track. At first it was tedious, painful and somewhat humiliating since May could run circles around me, but I eventually started getting in shape. Finally one day, she complimented me on how well my legs had developed; I was actually getting some calf and thigh muscles like her. Well, getting better anyway, her calf muscles were pretty spectacular, and her thighs looked like she could crack walnuts between them.

I masturbate several times a week. It's how I manage to stay a virgin because when boys started kissing and running their hands over me, I would become greatly excited. The only way I could stop them was to promise myself to ‘do it' later after lights out and May had gone to sleep. While stirring my pot, I would imagine I was on one of these dates and was letting the boy have his way with me, and sooner or later, usually sooner, I would come, feel all relaxed, and go to sleep.

May and I studied; we got along. We both dated and sometimes discussed our dates, but with both of us being Christian virgins in a Christian college, these discussions were not as exciting as one would hope. Then one Friday night after about six months of living together in a tiny room, something happened that started to change us both. I saw May masturbating.

It was a warm spring night and we had left the window open to catch a breeze instead of using the air conditioner. We had both had dates that night and had arrived back at the dorm at about the same time. We chatted a bit and went to bed around eleven. Her bed is across from mine. I don't like it dark in the room because I don't want to stub a toe or something if I go to the bathroom during the night. Okay, I am also a little afraid of the dark. So, we always left the bathroom light on and the bathroom door open.

I was lying there beneath my sheet and thinking of putting my hand in my panties. I couldn't sleep because my date had aroused me quite a bit and I was very horny. But I couldn't do anything yet because I had to be sure May was asleep. I guess she decided I was asleep at last and tossed aside her covers and sat up, looking at me. I could see her quite clearly but mine was the darker corner and I looked back at her through slitted eyes.

Apparently satisfied that I was asleep, she lay back on top of her sheets and began touching her breasts. I was horrified. I hadn't meant to peek on her, I just wanted her to relax and go to sleep so I could beat off and get rid of my sexual tension. Now here I was watching her rub her breasts over her tee-shirt. She was wearing a tee shirt and panties, so it wasn't like I could actually see her entire body, but then she slid her hands under her shirt and started rubbing them some more.

I could have rolled over, and I should have, but instead I just watched, feeling like I was a monster or a pervert or both. I could have just shut my eyes, but I didn't. I watched. She wasn't making much noise at all, but I could hear her breathing changing as she became more aroused. After playing with her breasts awhile, she finally slid one hand down her belly and into her panties.

I was already horny from my date, like I said, but watching her leg muscles tense when she began to touch herself down there… It affected me, and realized I was getting even more aroused by watching her. Slowly and silently I eased my hand down to my own crotch and sure enough, my panties were a little damp, but maybe they already were from earlier. But I was definitely finding it very sexy to watch May rubbing herself. I felt very funny about that, but just couldn't stop myself.

Then she cocked her knees and spread her legs wider, moving her other hand down into her panties as well. Now I could hear a faint slurping noise. Obviously, May was using one hand to insert her fingers while the other played with the clitoris at the top of the pussy. I had never really thought of doing that, I just played with my clitoris, but evidently May knew what she was doing, and it was obvious from her faster breathing that she was close to climax.

I found myself squeezing my own pussy very tightly as I watched her. Her hips were moving a little now, and her calves were tensing and loosening as she gripped at the sheets with her toes. Her legs seemed very pretty and sexy to me just then, her muscles shifting in her calves when her toes flexed. And I found myself aching for an even better view. She was panting quietly and rapidly now, her body squirming a bit in the bed. I could see her face screwed up as if she was in pain, and I knew she was having a powerful and fairly long climax.

The slurping sound of her fingers in her pussy was a little louder during the climax but that quieted gradually along with her breathing as her body relaxed. My mouth was dry and my panties were now quite wet. I wanted to come so badly that I felt a little frantic, my heart beating rapidly like a drum. May quieted and eventually rolled over and went to sleep, at least that is what I thought.

Finally, I rolled on my back, my right hand still clutching my groin in a death grip. I couldn't wait any longer and slipped my hand into my panties. My pussy was so wet it was like stirring a soup. I started to rub little circles around my clit and within seconds was starting the pooling of pleasure in the nerve center in my abdomen that meant I was building up to a climax.

Suddenly I froze as I heard May whisper, "I know what you are doing, and I know that you watched me."

I froze instantly and sat up as horrified as I have ever been, no, more horrified than I had ever been. Caught! Caught being a pervert! I didn't know how to respond, but I heard myself whisper, "Yes." Damn the years of ‘honesty is the best policy' propaganda!

I gulped and said in a soft but normal voice, "I didn't mean to! I was just waiting for you to go to sleep so I could do it. I can't help it that I'm horny. It was my date, see…" I stopped babbling.

There was nightstand between our beds, just a small one with a single lamp on it. She snapped it on, sat up and swung her legs to the floor. "I know. Sometimes at night I hear you and it makes me horny. So after you finish and go to sleep I do it too."

"Really?" I gasped. I sat up and perched on the edge of my bed facing her. Horror upon horrors, not only had I been caught watching another girl jack off, but also she had been aware of me jacking off at night all along. "I'm so sorry!" I blurted out. Then it sunk in; she had been masturbating after me because it made her horny. Incredulously I said, "So you got excited by me doing it?"

"Didn't you, just then? Watching me?" She asked coolly.

"Yeah, well, yeah," I stammered, "but I'm not gay." She had the prettiest blue eyes and she just looked at me calmly.

Then she shrugged, "Maybe it's just like getting hungry after watching someone else eat a cookie." Then she looked down at her toes and blushed a little, "I knew you were watching because I heard you gasp and hold your breath while I was coming, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. I think it even lasted longer because I knew you were watching. But I'm not gay either."

She was being so calm and reasonable, but then she usually was calm and reasonable. My head was spinning from what she was saying but damned if I wasn't still horny. I gulped again and tried to interject a little humor, "Maybe if we just did it at the same time, we'd get more sleep around here."

She looked back up at me and cocked her eyebrows, "That's actually a good idea. But in any case, I turned the light on because I want to watch you do it."

"What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was getting so… well, so nasty!

"Well you watched me, and it obviously turned you on to watch me." She smiled, "C'mon, April. I just want to watch you do it because it's sexy, and I'll do it too, so you can watch me again."

"Well…"

"Hey, it's only fair!" she added.

I had heard jokes about young boys doing this – called a circle jerk or something. And I did want to come and so very badly. "Ok," I said nervously, "let's do it." I have to admit that what sold me was getting to watch her masturbate again. The very idea of watching her in the light of the lamp was really very exciting to me. But there we sat, so close that our knees were less than a foot apart, but neither of us knew how to start.

"You have very pretty legs," May said shyly, scooting to the edge of her bed, coming even closer. But I knew why she did it; it would be easier to reach into her panties, so I scooted closer too with my butt on the edge of the bed. Now our knees were inches apart. I felt her toes touch mine and she quickly pulled her feet back.

Like I said, May was wearing a tee-shirt and panties, and no bra. I usually dressed in pajamas, but it was such a warm night, I was dressed the same as her, and no one would wear a bra in bed. May slipped her hands under her shirt and began massaging her breasts again while looking at my legs. Her breasts are a little smaller than mine but much perkier – they stood out a little more, and it was plain already that she had larger nipples – they were straining against her shirt.

Of course, living so closely, we had seen each other naked before, but it was different now in a sexual context, even if we weren't naked. I found myself intensely interested in her body. "You are the one with the beautiful legs, May," I sighed. I spread my legs a little and slipped my hand into my panties. They were soaking wet by now, and I could clearly see that hers were too when she spread her legs a bit to insert her hand down there.

I glanced down and saw my nipples were as aroused as hers were, and then I looked again at her legs and between her legs. Her hand was busy, and she was breathing through slightly parted lips. She was just suddenly so beautiful – like some primal Sex-Goddess. 

I felt as if I were going to come soon. I scooted a tiny bit further to give my hand more freedom, and so did she, and suddenly our knees and our toes were touching, just barely but touching, and the feeling was electrical between us. I could feel every vibration of her hand on her pussy through the knee and toe contact. I knew she could feel me too the same way.

I began to come and as the first spasm roiled in my hips, I leaned forward. May let out a little cry and leaned forward too. Now our faces were less than a foot apart and we were panting into each other's faces as we came. I swear that part of my orgasm reached my knees and my toes where I was touching her. For just a moment as we came together, I felt so intimate, so sexually involved with her. It was too thrilling not to enjoy. 

The orgasm lasted a long time – absolutely the best I have ever had, and several times longer than the orgasms I was used to having. By the time the spasms were settling down to nervous twinges, I felt as wrung out as a dishrag. Judging from May's slack-jawed expression, she felt the same way. Her knees and toes felt very warm against mine.

"Wow," breathed May, looking into my eyes. "That was fantastic!"

I giggled, "It sure smells like pussy in here." I couldn't believe I said that, or that I hadn't noticed the smell sooner. But, it was a warm, friendly smell.

May just grinned, "I think I like the smell. And you have the warmest brown eyes you know."

We both eased back into our beds, exchanged good nights and went to sleep. The next morning when we went out to run on the track, neither of us said anything about it, and I'm sure she was as embarrassed about last night as I was. Yet, we still seemed comfortable together and it was a nice beginning to a Saturday.

We took turns showering and walked over to the Quad for some breakfast at the cafeteria. We saw a few friends and said hello and had a good breakfast. Walking back to the dorm together, May asked me, "Got a date planned for tonight?"

I shrugged, "I did, but Johnny broke it on Thursday – said he was going out of town. I really think he's just tired of me not putting out. I'm not sure I blame him."

May gave me a look like I'd lost my mind, "I may be questioning some of my background values too, April. But it's crazy to do something that could make you end up pregnant or with aids, for God's sake!"

I stopped, put my hands on my hips and stared at her, "I know that, but don't you think we are getting a little crazy? I mean last night was fun, but we're not those sorts of girls, and I blame dating and constantly fighting off the urge for sex. Even masturbating," I lowered my voice to a whisper to say that word out in the open, "Why, it's just perverse by itself if you think about it?"

May just shrugged and grinned, "Lighten up, April. You're preaching! Are you trying to draw a crowd?"

I immediately blushed and resumed walking with her, but I whispered fiercely, "We could get on the pill and make them use rubbers."

"Yeah right," May said airily, "So then when something doesn't work right, how do you explain to your dad that you're preggers?"

I just frowned at her, because we both knew that pills and rubbers were really no guarantee of anything. Finally I answered, "He would stop paying for my college for one thing. Baptists don't have convents, do they?" May just laughed.

Back in the dorm room, I asked her, "So do you have a date tonight?"

"Yeah," May sighed, "Dale's taking me to the basketball game tonight, but I am toying with the idea of calling him to cancel."

"What for? Isn't he the guy you were out with last night?" I sat on the edge of my bed and she sat on hers facing me – our usual gossiping position. With a sudden twinge of embarassment, I realized it was also our new masturbating position.

"Yes and that's the problem," she sighed again, "I let him go too far last night, and I'm afraid he's going to want more. That's why I came home so horny that I had to make a pass at my roommate." She gave me a grin of chagrin.

I balked at the idea of what we did as her making a pass at me and hurried on, "Well, what did you let him do?"

She shrugged and looked down, "I let him feel my tits under my shirt and let him squeeze my crotch a few times."

"Under your dress?" I gasped as she nodded, my mind boggling at the idea – the sort of idea that usually caused me to masturbate. I felt so sorry for her. She was only weaker than me because she dated more than I did, and I knew it. I sighed too, "If you must know, I have practically accepted it as a given that I have to let boys touch my breasts while we're making out – just on the outside of my clothes of course. And it's making me nuts."

May smiled sincerely at me, "Glad I'm not alone, but what's the answer? Giving up on dating? I think I would still get horny, I mean, we're animals in heat, April! And the boys are worse. They're like in a rutting frenzy or something."

I had to giggle at that, but still objected, "Not sure I care to be called an animal in heat!"

May snorted, "So you're a vegetable or a mineral?"

I giggled again, a little more nervously now and admitted she was right, "Ok, we're animals in heat. Animals that don't want to have puppies right now."

"I'm calling Dale," May slapped her knees and went to the phone where I heard her break her basketball date. She lied and said she had to catch up on her history studying. I knew she was making straight A's in history and she almost never studied.

That night when we were getting ready for bed, I noticed that we had both dressed the same again, and May had opened the window. It was warm again outside. Suddenly the circumstances were similar enough to last night to make me a little nervous. In a way I wondered why. I had enjoyed our mutual masturbation very, very much, maybe too much. Maybe I was really a lesbian? That didn't seem possible considering that I had never thought or done anything like that before.

"May?" I began tentatively, "Can we talk some more about last night?" I felt crazy bringing this up because I sort of wished last night had never happened.

She answered, "Sure! In fact, I want to talk about it, too. I was just afraid you didn't want to discuss it after you blew up at me on the Quad."

"I'm so sorry, May, you know I don't blame you at all. I really don't. In fact, I don't think anyone is to blame, really. But I just worry, see…"

May's shoulder length blond hair nodded thoughtfully as she sat down across from me on her bed. "You're worried about feeling gay because you liked it so much, and because you liked our knees touching, and because you think I'm very attractive, and because you want to do it again, right?"

I gasped, opened and closed my mouth a few times, then admitted, "Yes," in a small voice. Then after a moment I asked, "How did you know? Am I that obvious?"

She smiled sadly, "No, sweetie, you're just being April, and no, I'm not a mind reader, either. It's just that those are all the things I've been worrying about."

"Really?" I was breathless, "You really find me attractive in that way?" She nodded, watching me closely, probably fearing rejection, so I hastened to reassure her, "That makes me feel a little better, May, because last night I thought you were so very sexy… I even wanted a better look at your legs."

We were both quiet a few moments. I was still turning over the phrase ‘do it again' in my mind, but yes, I knew I did want to do it again. I looked at May but her blue eyes were looking at my chest, and that made me look at hers. Sure enough, her nipples were plainly visible again through her tee-shirt. I glanced down at mine. Yep – she could see them all right. "Maybe you were right, May, maybe we're not gay, just animals in heat, um, seeking the safest outlet, right?"

May's eyes fell to my legs as she whispered, "After we came last night, I wanted to kiss you so bad I nearly just went and did it."

I was a little jolted by that because I hadn't ever thought of kissing May. I was thinking of it now though, and the thought was turning me on even more than I was already. Then I said something that was so out of character for me, I couldn't believe it – I guess I was just searching for something comforting to say, "Well even if we are gay, it's easier to hide than pregnancy."

May stopped staring at my legs for that and looked me in the eyes, "Oh we couldn't be gay, April; at least, I don't think so. I would still love to fuck a boy someday. Wouldn't you?"

I thought about that briefly. That's all it took. "Okay, we definitely aren't gay. Maybe it's like the women's magazines say – bisexuality in women is normal, because I might not mind if you kissed me. Anyway, I think we need to start doing it pretty soon; I'm really getting horny. Thinking of a boy fucking me just about put me over…" I was babbling. I was trying to stop.




College Girls Learning To Love



May pulled her tee-shirt over her head, baring her breasts. That stopped my babbling cold. May just shrugged, "Hey it is warm in here, and I thought it might be more fun with our shirts off."

For a moment, I just stared at her breasts. They were a little smaller than mine, like I said earlier, but the truth was we neither of us had big breasts. Mine were a ‘c' cup, and I think May wore a ‘b,' I wasn't sure. But they were beautiful, perfect cone shaped breasts, proud and jutting as they say, with pink areolas and large pink nipples.

After the long moment where May's breasts were the only objects in the room, I stood and pulled my tee-shirt over my head. To my surprise, when my tee-shirt cleared my eyes, May was standing right in front of me. She kissed me. It wasn't a long kiss or a french kiss, but it was a very sweet, gentle and warm kiss. And for just a moment, our breasts touched. That made me almost dizzy with lust. So I sat back down on my bed, now sans tee-shirt.

May sat down too, mostly looking at my breasts, which are nice and round with plump light-brown nipples even though my breasts themselves aren't very large. "I hope you didn't mind me kissing you," whispered May slipping a hand into her panties as she glanced up to my eyes.

"No," I panted, reaching into my own panties, "It was nice. Kiss me anytime you want." We were both breathing heavily and mostly looking at each other's breasts while we rubbed at our clits. I loved watching her breasts tremble to the motions her hand was making under her panties. May stretched her slightly longer and more muscular legs out to touch mine, so our calves were touching. Wow, that really felt good, and I rubbed my calves against hers.

"May," I gasped, "Maybe we should take off our panties, too." I mainly said this because it would be so much more comfortable than fighting my underwear for the possession of my pussy, but there was a big part of me that wanted to watch what her hand was doing to her pussy too. She didn't even answer; she just stood hurriedly, stripped off her panties, sat back down and resumed. So I did too.

This was much better for my hand, and now I couldn't look away from between May's legs. She had light brown hair between her legs, a very light brown with golden highlights, and I could see her nether lips so well as they stretched and moved to accommodate her busy fingers. I had never thought of women's genitals as being attractive before, but suddenly I thought May's pussy was the most beautiful thing in the world.

I heard May moan and I looked up at her blue eyes, which were locked on my own groin. Her stare gave me an even warmer feeling there and I knew I would come soon. My pubic hair is a dark brown and soft and fluffy, and usually it pretty much hid my lower lips, but not now while my fingers were spreading them and running little circles around my clit.

There was just something about May's staring at my groin that made me so excited I did something wild – well plenty wild for me, anyway. I was starting to come, so I leaned back and spread my legs wide, giving her a really good look at my pussy while I came, my hips bucking in the air with my enthusiasm for my orgasm – which swept me completely away so that I didn't think about anything – just riding the wave of ecstasy. 

And, this whole time our calves were still rubbing, our heels locked behind each other's heels, allowing us to grip each other's legs. It gave us, or at least me, the sense of being connected to her, like we were one or something. Then too, I could feel her movements through my legs and knew she could feel mine. I knew that this was real sex, and I just didn't care if it was lesbian sex or not, at least I didn't care at that moment.

As I began to recover, my first thought was surprise that I was an exhibitionist and spread open like a whore, and then I raised up on my elbows to look at May while my fingers still lazily rubbed and stroked my pussy. May was bent over, her face between my knees still giving my pussy an open mouthed stare, and she was still coming, and coming. She grunted explosively several times, her bottom bouncing on her bed, still staring at my pussy as I used my fingers to spread my lips wide for her, letting her look inside me – welcoming her gaze inside me.

"Oh!" She cried a high birdlike sound, her face very red, then she sort of collapsed backward flopping on her back on her bed with her arms spread wide – her lovely breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I sat up curiously although I was still as weak as a kitten. Her legs were still spread wide and her hand wasn't in the way. Our legs were still clenched in a death-grip. "Thanks so much for that," she gasped still fighting for breath.

I knew she was talking about the way I had deliberately spread myself for her, but I was still staring at her pussy. So lovely, with the brown gold hair framing her slightly spread lips. She was pink inside where I was kind of a light red. She raised her head long enough to see me staring at her pussy and let her head flop back. Then she used her fingers to spread herself to give me a better look. A much better look.

Now I could see all her pink-glistening inner flesh, even the mouth of her vagina – which looked more jagged around the edges than I had noticed while feeling of myself. Then she let go of her lower lips and used her hands to prop herself up as she sat up, her breathing nearly back to normal.

"That was so great, so much better than last night…" she mumbled, then added in a clearer voice, "If that is what it is supposed to feel like, I can certainly understand why people do it all the time. And what you did… Wow!" Her legs finally relaxed and unwound from mine.

I felt my face getting a little warm, "Well, I just thought you might like it if I did that. And thanks for showing me yours too. I've never had a good look at a girl, um, down there."

May stood and came over and sat beside me on my bed with her arm around me. I looked at her and we kissed again, only this time it was a long slow kiss. We must have decided to open our lips at the same time, because suddenly our tongues were touching, lightly flicking at each other. It was heavenly sweet and gentle – much more intimate and sensuous than any kiss I'd ever gotten from a boy. Then we kissed a few more light kisses, said goodnight to each other and May went back to her own bed.

The next night we just slept. We kissed a few light kisses over the next week, and after our dates Friday night, we decided to do it again – beat off while watching each other naked. We took off our clothes and sat on our beds, greedily admiring each other's nudity. As usual actually starting anything seemed to be a problem and I jokingly pointed this out.

May looked at me seriously and said, "That's easy enough to understand, we go about this pretty cold-bloodedly compared to the way we fool around with our dates."

That made sense to me, "Oh, because we don't kiss and do this by stages, you mean?" She nodded, and I shrugged. Defining the problem didn't solve it. So I said, "We do alright even if it is a little awkward, besides we aren't having sex together, just at the same time."

May looked down like she does when she is going to say something that embarrassed her, "Don't we have sex? I feel like we do. Especially when we touch each other during it like with our legs last week. I felt like you were fucking me." She shrugged and was quiet a moment then added, "And when you spread your legs, I felt like I was fucking you. And I liked it – I liked it a lot."

I was very uncomfortable with her statements because, while true, it was pretty direct. Heck I had loved it, but I guess I just didn't want to think of us as having sex with each other. But we were, and I guess I had known it all along. I asked her, "Did you make a date for tomorrow night?" She looked at me with her wide blue eyes sparkling and shook her head, so I continued, "Neither did I. I was hoping to spend the time with you."

May said, "I didn't really want to go out tonight, I just sort of thought I should."

"Me too." I said, regretting that we weren't doing something sexier, I just didn't feel ready for all this confrontation stuff. "Could we just, you know, get started? I'm feeling really horny." Then to get things moving I spread my legs a little and began to stroke my pussy with my hand.

May grinned, following my hand's movements carefully, "You have the prettiest pussy, April." She spread herself and her hand dropped to her own golden brown mound, "Would you like to sit together tonight?"

I was having enough trouble getting past her saying I had the prettiest pussy – so that it took another moment to realize what she was asking. Then I felt a little torn. Part of me leaped at the idea of further intimacy, as much as I feared it, but the other part of me was reluctant to give up my excellent view of her pussy, which I thought was the loveliest pussy in the world.

But I did it simply because May suggested it, and my feelings for May were getting pretty warm these days. I think I even loved her in our unique kind of way. I stood up and walked the single pace to her bed and sat down close beside her, so close that our hips were touching and my left thigh was pressed against her right thigh. She put her right arm around my shoulder and I put my left arm around her waist.

Now the edge of my left breast was touching the edge of her right breast, and I don't think anyone could have slipped a piece of paper between us. I couldn't see much more than the fringe of her pubic hair and her hand doing something beneath, but I had a spectacular view of her breasts, and the whole side of our bodies touching was wonderfully exciting and intimate. We rested our bowed heads against each other's as we looked at each other's bodies and diddled with our clits.

We were quickly panting and thrillingly close to climax, when May twisted her face to nuzzle my hair. So I turned my face to hers and we were suddenly kissing while we felt ourselves up. This was like stepping up my ramp to climax to roller-coaster speed, and in seconds we were kissing passionately, our tongues dancing together and gasping for air in each other's mouths all at the same time. There was nothing sweet and girlish about this kiss, it was raw animal lust with tongues cavorting and rubbing at each other.

I started to come and could feel that she was too. It became kind of hard to describe then – I could feel us coming, and it was kind of confusing as to who was who, but it was definitely sex. Wow, was it ever definitely sex! I was aware of my left breast firmly pressed against her right breast, but mostly my thigh burned where it touched hers, like my climax was undulating between my groin and my left thigh. The only reason I could even feel that so clearly was that it lasted so long.

Even when we kind of ramped down from the orgasm, we were still kissing and panting and it was like it was still going on or something. I'm not sure if she pulled or I pushed – I think it was both – but we ended up with me on top of her, our bodies pressed together and still kissing. I can't describe how wonderful every inch of her felt against me, and how aware I was of every inch. I even rubbed my hips against hers a little and she pushed hers up at me. I could feel our pubic hair mingling and our mounds of Venus pressing tightly together.

Finally we stopped kissing and just rested cheek to cheek for a few moments, and then I rolled off of her and just lay there beside her, catching my breath. After a few moments, May giggled. I asked her why, and she said, "Because it smells like some kind of pussy fest in here."

"Yeah," I said, feeling kind of dreamy about it, "I'm starting to love that smell."

She giggled again and said; "Then here," and she touched my cheek with her left hand – the hand she had been using to massage her pussy. I turned my face toward her hand and kissed it. She silently and thoughtfully took her hand back. That hand had smelled heavenly to me. If she had left her hand longer on my face, I might have licked her fingers. That thought jerked me out of my dreaminess.

I sat up and said, "We should get some sleep." She sat up too and we exchanged a couple more tender kisses before retiring to our separate beds. I lay awake a while wondering if I was becoming a lesbian. I was certainly less concerned about it than I had been, but the curiosity about the more dangerous sex with boys was still there too. I finally realized that I was definitely bisexual, but I would never really know if I was a lesbian until I had some experience with men. Little did I know that May was thinking along the same lines.

The next morning was much like the previous Saturday morning in that we ran track and ate breakfast together without really referring to the previous evening, only there was something between us now. I hesitate to use this word, but the fact is, we felt really comfortable. I know she felt it too. We weren't being touchy-feely or anything; it was just a comfortable feeling between us. I know part of it was I was no longer worrying about being gay – whether I was or not. Maybe May felt the same way.

After breakfast I told May that I needed to go to the library to study up a little for a lab project I had coming up in chemistry. She said that was fine because she needed to go see someone about something. That sounded mysterious to me, but we agreed to meet after lunch back at the room.

I was back at the dorm room around 12:30, so I wrote out an essay for my English class. May didn't show up until nearly 2 o'clock, and when she did, she seemed to be bouncing with energy. She was also carrying a paper bag. "Where have you been?" I asked standing up to give her a hug.

"First things first," said May brightly, "We have to arrange some furniture then we have to dress appropriately. Then I'll tell you everything – I promise." Then even more mysteriously, she turned and locked the door to our room, something we usually only did at night, and then she sat the bag and its contents on the desk where I had been working.

Following May's instructions, we moved the little end table with the lamp from between our beds and then pushed our beds together to make one big bed. As for the dressing appropriately, May was wearing a dress, and I was wearing a tee-shirt and bluejeans. She told me to strip to my underwear and get on the bed. Then she took off her dress and shoes and clad only in her bra and panties – the same as me – she grabbed the bag and sat down on the bed with me.

Out of the bag she pulled a large bottle of red wine, a corkscrew, and two plastic glasses. I gasped, "May, I don't drink, and neither do you!"

"Well," she began airily, "We will today because we have to finish the conversation we were having last night. And I'm determined to make it more fun for us so you don't get all squirmy again."

"Squirmy?" I snorted, trying to feel insulted although it was probably an appropriate term for it. But I decided to humor her and to at least try the wine. She was a lot more clumsy opening the wine than people in the movies, but she was finally able to pour us both a glass. "Cheers," I said awkwardly bumping her glass with mine and tasting it. It was awful, but not terrible. After a couple of gagging noises, I gasped, "So how did you get this? You're only nineteen and you have to be 21 to buy wine in this state."

"Oh, I fucked a guy for it," May said casually with a toss of her blond curls while looking suspiciously at her glass of wine. I guess she found the taste pretty foreign too.

"What?" I cried. I took a gulp of the wine this time, but hardly noticed and didn't gag. I guess wine was something I could get used to after all.

May sighed, "There's this guy, a senior actually, who has been bugging me for a date. So I went to him and told him I would fuck him if he would get me a bottle of wine to share with my roommate. So I did, and he got me the wine."

My mind was spinning, and not from the wine. This was so sudden, so, well radical. I felt jealousy for a moment, then loss, and then I drank some more wine. Finally, I just asked softly, "Why?"

May could see my face was red and my eyes starting to look a little wetter than usual, so she leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips. "I did it for you sweetie, and for me too. Just let me explain."

I nodded, realizing I was definitely feeling the wine already and was surprised to notice I had finished a plastic cup full. "So tell me," I said softly.

"Last night, when you kissed my hand," May hesitated, "Well it made me want to kiss your pussy."

As shocking as this should have been, it wasn't because I had been fighting off similar temptations about her pussy. Although it hadn't gone quite that far – kissing it I mean – I just really wanted to touch her there, to feel her, to make her come… These were the thoughts I had been fighting, but now that she had said it, I realized I wouldn't mind kissing her pussy either, not at all. May's pussy was very pretty and after a moment's reflection, very kissable looking. After another moment I responded, "Ok, but how did that lead to…" I couldn't quite say it.

May shrugged, the blond curls of her hair moving prettily, "I think I may even be falling in love with you, April. And I don't know how to deal with the lesbian part of it, but I want to make love to you, and I needed to know myself a little better first."

My over-emoted brain started clicking and it started to make sense. "So you had to be with a guy first." That was no reason to be jealous I realized, it was definitely within scientific boundaries as it were… "So, what did you find out, May?" Did she say she loved me?

May grinned, practically bubbling with joy, "I loved it, April, I loved getting fucked by that guy – he even made me come. And I still love you, and I still want to have real sex with you."

I felt a little bruised by all the emotional bombs, picked up my empty glass and signaled for more wine. I could see why she felt good about the whole thing – she was satisfied she was bisexual, but not a lesbian. "I love you too, May," I began softly, "But I hope you realize we are too immature to know much about love, or about sex for that matter. I thought about this last night. Even if I do enjoy boys and girls, I may eventually decide toward one or the other. Or I may just go on, enjoying both forever."

May giggled, finished her wine and tossed the empty cup on the floor, "I know all that, silly! But today, and I mean right now, I love you, and I am going to make love to you. And you know what, I think you had better get fucked pretty soon too. Just make sure he uses a rubber."

I finished off my second glass of wine, giggling too. "I agree to all your terms, Maam." I definitely felt pretty tipsy, by that I mean light-headed, light-hearted, and kind of sensuous, otherwise I'm sure I would have been intimidated by the idea of being naked in the light of day. 

I tossed my cup on the floor and May started taking off my bra. As soon as she threw my bra on the floor, I sank back with my head on the pillow and watched her to see what she would do next. I not only intended to let her doing anything with me she wanted, I was eager for her to do anything to me. I wondered if she would kiss my pussy, and I found myself hoping she would.

May took off her own bra, releasing her pretty titties. I saw her nipples were already long and hard. Then she stood on the bed and shucked her panties. She looked glorious and goddess-like standing naked on the bed, her legs spread wide for balance. I used my thumbs to begin easing my panties down, but May quickly knelt and brushed my hands away, then began pulling my panties down with her fingers, very slowly. I raised my hips to help and as my panties uncovered my pubic mound, May bent over gave me a gentle kiss in the center of my delta.




College Girls Learning To Love



The kiss was well above my slit but it was warm and I felt it with a terrific thrill. She slipped my panties down over my toes and began kissing my legs, hundreds of little kisses all over my legs from my ankles to the tops of my thighs. I spread my legs shamelessly for her, hoping she would kiss my pussy again, and she did. This time it was a kiss in my slit where I was gooey with lust. The nastiness of May's pretty innocent face kissing me there gave me such a jolt of pleasure that I cried out and bucked my hips at her face.

I was afraid I had hurt her, and I knew that my involuntary spasm of pleasure had at the very least smeared some of my pussy fluids on her face, but she just kept kissing up my tummy. Then she kissed all over my breasts like she had my legs. It felt divine, especially when she sucked gently on my nipples. It gave me such a hot feeling in my groin as well as across my chest. She went from one breast to the other, back and forth several times.

She was still sucking and kissing my nipples when I felt her hand trail up my thigh and cup my pussy. I groaned out loud at that. I could hardly believe how good it felt. It felt great when I touched my own pussy, but having someone else touch it multiplied that pleasure dozens and dozens of times over! I felt her finger enter my slit and explore up and down. Her fingers probed my vagina and then slipped all the way up inside, then slipped out and up to begin circling my clit, just like she had seen me do to myself.

It was so unaccountably wonderful than just touching myself that I was within seconds swept away into an overwhelming climax. There was no ramp, no build up at all; I was just coming and coming so hard that I yelled out, "Yessss!" I clutched her face fiercely to my right breast and held her there tightly while my hips thrashed and I grunted repeatedly against the almost pain-like intensity of the orgasm.

Finally, with my thighs so tight around her hand that I don't think she could have moved it, I pulled up her face and began covering her face with feverish kisses as my orgasm slowly relaxed. I could even smell faint traces of my pussy smell around her mouth and nose as I kissed her mouth long and lovingly. "Oh May!" I finally panted into her mouth, "What we were doing before wasn't sex, not compared to that!"

May giggled, "You need to work on being less noisy, April. I'm surprised no one has come knocking yet. For my part, that was the most fun I ever had, making you come like that. May I do it again?"

I had to giggle too, "Not for a while yet, sweetie. I still have little things going off inside me like little fireworks. Besides, I want to share that with you next. I'm going to make you come like that as soon as I get my breath back. So tell me, how did that guy make you come today?"

She smiled and gave me a kiss before she answered, "He had me bend over on my knees and he fucked me from behind me. I think it's called doggy style."

"Sounds humiliating. Was that what made you come?" I said dubiously.

"Oh no!" May assured me with a toss of her blond curls, "It wasn't humiliating at all. In fact it was quite wonderful, feeling his hips drive against me like a pile driver into my bottom, and his penis just filled me up so nicely! But what made me come was when he reached around my hips with his hand and played with my clit while he fucked me. I really liked the slapping noises my bottom made when his hips would hit me. It was lovely!"

Then she looked a little more serious, "But it wasn't as lovely as making you come, April. That was the most fun I ever had in my whole life! But tell me, did I hurt you or something when I kissed your pussy?"

"Gosh no!" I declared, "It just felt so good, it kind of overwhelmed me a second, that's all. I wouldn't have minded if you had done that some more, actually."

"Good," she sighed with a really pretty smile, "Because I would like to do that some more, maybe a lot more. I have heard of oral sex on women, but I'm not sure how to do it."

"I thought oral sex was just sucking a man's penis?" I asked boggling at the idea of May's kisses bringing me to orgasm. I think she could too, it had really felt terrific.

"Well, that's oral sex too," said May a light frown drawing her pretty brows together, "But I read in this magazine that oral sex with a woman is mostly licking."

"Oh my!" I gasped, just thinking of it. It was a monstrously nasty idea – licking around inside a woman's pussy. I don't think I had ever heard of such a perverted unsanitary idea, but my hips actually squirmed a bit just thinking of May doing that to me, and I instinctively knew it work wonders too. Maybe I could avoid screaming if I clutched a pillow to my face?

I glanced at May and she was blushing so I knew she was thinking about pussy licking too. Then May whispered something so softly that I could barely hear it, "The same article talked about women sometime licking each other's bottom hole, too."

I stopped breathing for several heartbeats. "Really?" I more breathed than whispered back, I don't think I made an actual noise. But she nodded back. I couldn't even imagine what that would feel like. I shivered; trying to imagine being licked all over down there… inside me. I was getting goose pimples all over me. It sounded so nasty, so gross, but then when I thought of how pretty May's pussy was to me, I could somehow understand it.

May asked me softly, "Would you mind if I tried doing that stuff to you? I would really like to. I love your pussy so very much."

Her big blue eyes were so beautiful, her full lips so inviting… I tried to answer, swallowed and tried again, "I'll use my pillow in case I need to scream again. But I'm your girl, May. Whatever you want."

"I love you, April," she said simply and kissed me deeply.

"I love you, May." I whispered as she slid down my body. I sat up a little because I wanted to see this as best as I could, and I grabbed a pillow and bit it as I spread my legs wide for my friend. I could see May's pretty face looking at me between my thighs, her lips slightly parted as she used her fingers to spread me wider for her inspection. I raised my knees and made myself as wide open for her as I could.

May began by french kissing all over inside my slit. My hips jerked a few times involuntarily, but I tried to control it – it wasn't easy – nothing had ever felt better to me than May's kisses and gentle little licks. She became bolder and I felt her tongue extending into me, exploring inside me – oh, this must be what Heaven is like! May avoided my clit for now, mainly going everywhere else.

She looked me in the eyes when I felt her tongue give a slow sensuous lick over my bottom hole. That felt very nice and made me feel warm inside, but it wasn't as erotic as having my pussy licked. Although, with her blue eyes gazing into mine while she licked me there, well – it was a terrifically intimate and personal moment, especially when she slowly pushed her tongue inside. I was chewing the pillow now.

She pushed her tongue in and out of my bottom five long slow strokes, each thrust making me more and more excited. I groaned into the pillow, reveling in the strange warm sensation that seemed to be filling my butt. Then still looking into my eyes, May suddenly swept up the whole length of my slit to my clit. My hips lurched and I cried out into the pillow.

I kind of lost it at that point. I could feel May sucking and licking at my clit, could feel her fingers entering my vagina and easing in and out, but this was all a blur on the edge of the storm cloud rotating like a hurricane inside my lower abdomen. I was coming and coming harder than ever. I couldn't see May's pretty face between my legs anymore, either because God had struck me blind or my eyes were shut tight. I didn't care; I was just swept away and kept on sweeping.

I felt wide open to the universe and floating even as my orgasm was winding down, as I slowly realized I was bouncing, at least my hips were. I finally opened my eyes to see May bravely riding my bucking hips with her mouth as the bucking slowed and settled. I was still yelling hoarsely into the pillow. Then May was gently kissing me all over, rubbing and soothing me with her hands, and finally giving me pussy-soaked kisses all over my face.

"I guess I don't have to ask how that was for you," she giggled softly.

I gasped, "Wasn't for this pillow, everyone in the dorm would have known that." I tried to giggle about it – didn't quite have the energy. May just held me for a few minutes while I recovered. I was already looking forward to giving May the same treatment, but I just had to regain a little more strength to move.

"How about you, May," I finally asked softly, "Did you like doing that?" I was a little worried that I might have grossed her out or something.

"I loved it," said May with a grin, "It was better than getting fucked. I'm thinking about doing that to you every day – maybe several times a day." I didn't have to wonder if she was serious. Despite her grin, there was a fierce conviction in the way she said she loved doing that to me.

Now I could giggle, "I'd burn out like a light bulb, but what a way to go!" We kissed for a minute. "Guess you're pretty horny by now?" I asked, trying to sound innocent while enjoying the savor of my pussy on her sweet, full lips.

"Just touch me," she panted into my mouth, "Touch me anywhere, and right now, I think that will get me off."

"No way," I said, pushing her off of me and sitting up, "I'm curious as a monkey going downtown."

"Okay," answered May with a dimple-creating grin. She raised her knees and spread her legs, just looking at me expectantly.

I positioned myself at her feet and just gloried at looking at May's lovely body. I had wanted so many times to just stroke May's legs and now here was my chance. So that is where I began, running my hands lovingly over her curvaceous legs, squeezing her gently at her narrow ankles, full calves and firm, thick thighs. Then I began to kiss her legs, and I kissed them all over, trying not to neglect even a single inch.

I could smell her pussy before I got too close, that thick, rich, pussy smell that delighted me so much now. But I only paused to give her one kiss there in her light brown fur before moving up to trail kisses up her tummy. I knew how much May loved having her breasts touched because she would always rub them before beating off, and I wanted to pay attention to them before I got lost in the feast I had planned for her pussy.

I didn't expect to get as much pleasure as I did from kissing her breasts and sucking her pink nipples. I took my time and teased her breasts with my lips and tongue until I could hear her panting, her fingers running through my hair as she clutched me to her breasts. I might have spent even longer sucking at her nipples except I knew she was getting pretty frantic to come. So after one long passionate kiss on the mouth, I moved back down her body and lied down between her legs.

Perhaps someday I would tease her more at kissing her pussy, but right now, I was too impatient, and I know she was too. I immediately gave her a very prolonged french kiss right in her slit. I felt that somehow it was May's love mouth and I kissed her as I had just kissed her other mouth, with tongue lashing passion. May gave me a low moan for my efforts, and I was tickled to see her reaching for a pillow to put over her mouth.

After that first long kiss, I proceeded more methodically. I spread her thick outer lips with my fingertips and looked at her glistening pink inside. I took as much of her left outer labia as I could hold in my mouth and suckled on it, hair and all. A few hairs came loose in my mouth, but I didn't care, I just swallowed them. Then I did the same thing to right outer lip. May was squirming with pleasure now, and that added to my own pleasure.

I hadn't forgotten what May did to my bottom either, so after sucking and biting (gently) on her outer lips, I pushed under her thighs until I could see the little pink pucker of her asshole. It looked so cute and clean and already wet with pussy juice that had run down into it. I licked it lightly several times and swirled my tongue around it. Experimentally, I began lightly poking the tip of my tongue inside her tight bottom and was rewarded by hearing a pillow-smothered whoop.

So I eased my tongue in further until I had gone as far up her butt as I could go, then I just continued doing that over and over as hard as I could while my ears thrilled with the music of muffled squeals. Finally, my tongue getting a little tired, I stuck my nose as far as I could into her vagina and wriggled my face around. I felt like I was burrowing into her pussy and entering her with my face, which I found very, very sexy.

I guess May found it sexy too, because her hips moved with me, and her pussy seemed to get wetter and wetter. At last I raised my head further and clamped my lips around her hooded clit, sucking on it and lashing it with my tongue. May went pretty wild, moving her hips a lot, and pressing the pillow to her face to dampen the effects of a scream. I added two fingers from my right hand, sliding them easily up her tight but very slick vagina while I continued to suck and lick her clit.

May's hips seemed to explode, so violent were the heaves and bucks as her pussy tried to leap up and down. But I rode her with my mouth like a cowboy, moving with her and keeping up the licking and sucking, not to mention the thrusting of my hand in and out of her. May came and came, getting even wetter, her fingers tangled in my hair pulling my face so tight against her pussy that it was hard to breath, but I loved every second of it.

I only released my mouth clamp on her clit when May began to actually push my head away instead of clutching it to her. So I began kissing her thighs and her hips all over, wondering at the power I had just exercised over this lovely woman. There is nothing so empowering as bringing a woman to climax, and I felt more satisfied than I had ever felt before. I felt covered in pussy juice and couldn't have asked for a finer perfume.

Eventually I kissed my way up May's body and kissed her mouth, running my fingers through her blond hair, and murmuring endearments. Her body felt wonderful pressed to mine, and I could feel her hugging me with her legs. I was in heaven!

"I have an idea," whispered May, "Why don't we just keep on doing this all day." And so we did. I loved May so much I would have done anything she asked, and as it turns out she had the imagination to ask for quite a few things!

Ten years later, May and I are still lovers as often as we can manage it, which is tricky now that we are both married and have children. But we do still find the time.

The End 



College Girl's One Night Stand



--------

Author's Note: I wrote this for a blog when I was a freshman in college. It's an awkward blend of fantasy and reality, though in hindsight the more mundane parts got the most creative license. I've spell checked and edited a bit, though it's pretty obvious I didn't do either when I wrote it. Accept my upfront apologies for shifting verb tenses if any have slipped past me. 

As always, reader feedback is much appreciated. Seriously. It'd be fantastic to hear from anyone. Pretty please?

Also if you're under 18 or living in a repressive state, don't read this. 

------------

The well-to-do, out-of-town guys are easy to spot. They wear cufflinks, and expensive shoes with well pressed slacks. They're hyped up, away from home and spending the company's money like drunken sailors. 

They're also obnoxious, I noted as the man with the grey streaked hair and the wedding band ever-so-casually slid his hand up my skirt to paw at my ass. "Tequila shots," he ordered, surprisingly absolutely no one (tequilla shots are standard issue for this sort), "and maybe some sex on the beach?" he giggled as he snapped my thong with his thumb and slapped my butt. His people laughed heartily (in their defense, they were drunk when they came in, and the ass slapper was clearly their boss. I refuse to believe anyone thinks the sex on the beach joke--which I hear 4 times a shift, minimum--is that funny).

The night went on like that. Lots of shots, lots of drinks. Strippers were hanging off the table, two even three at a time, cuddling up to arms and wiggling in laps. They seemed to take particular delight in toying with me...slyly groping beneath my panties or lifting my skirt as I took orders, patting my ass, even snapping my bra and once even honking (yes, honking) my breast.

Now, my tolerance for obnoxiousness is pretty high. I won't begrudge a man a copped feel or a slap on the ass, and I suppose a snapped bra, however annoying and needless it may be, isn't that big a deal. Some guys just don't know when to quit, though, and these were those guys. As time wound down, strippers were actively avoiding the table, and even other customers were ducking away. Glasses were getting broken, drinks were getting spilled and the volume kept going up. 

In the back, my manager was happily stoned (normally, I like him for this exact reason--he really doesn't give half a shit. Dress codes, no touching rules, no drinking on the job rules-- all out the window when he's on). The bouncers were a little on edge, but sort of waiting on a signal that I didn't really think was necessary.

"Can I get you guys a last round?" I asked, not actually saying it was last call (which it wasn't).

"No, thank you," said a quiet man wedged in the back of the booth. He hadn't talked much all night, seemingly embarrassed by the spectacle. I felt bad for him. "We were just getting set to leave," he added.

"Nonsense!" shouted the boss, his fingers already tugging my panties aside and tickling across my labia. "More tequila!" He demanded, as I tried, unsuccessfully to bat his hand away. 

The bartender heard him shout his order, and just shook her head "No" from across the room. 

"Um, we're out of tequila..." I said, trying to spin away from his groping without causing a fuss. He fumbled a bit, then took hold of the crotch of the thong, essentially trapping me in place.

"No tequila?" He asked, shocked with drunken rage as he tugged me ever-so-slightly closer by my panties. 

"We're fine," said the quiet man, "a check is fine." 

I handed the already-printed check back to him to find a credit card in his waiting hand. He didn't even want to look at the bill, which was fine by me as his boss curled a finger into my snatch.

"No way..." he almost drooled, incoherent, "You feel soo hot," he mumbled, "show us your pussy!" The quiet man dove to pull him off as his coworkers laughed. 

With bouncers encircling like vultures, I smiled politely and tried to turn away. Unfortunately the creepy bastard caught hold of my thong, and literally tore the fabric away as I stumbled and flailed backwards on the floor. 

The bouncers took it from there, thankfully.

A bit ticked about my panties, but no real worse for wear, I took a shower, changed back into my street clothes, and punched out for the night. Metro was already closed, so, relegated to a cab home no matter what, I sat down at the bar to have me a drink. It meant staying late, but it also meant drinking free in a bar that didn't care that I was 19. 

I'd gotten just about through my vodka and soda, chit chatting with coworkers, when the Nice Guy from the group approached me, looking quite bashful and sheepish. 

"I just wanted to apologize," he said, "I told the bouncer, my boss, he's really not a bad guy. He, well, I'm very sorry." He pulled out a fifty and tried to hand it to me.

I smiled and refused. He'd already left a 25% tip on his company card (rumor had it that 26% was the point at which American Express' fraud department raised alarms, so 25% was always the goal). "No, it's ok," I said, "You already tipped me. But thank you!" 

"Please," he begged, "It was a company card, I couldn't leave enough."

I just laughed. He was endearing in a lot of ways, if only because he was the first customer to ever come apologize for bad behavior. "It's ok," I said again, smiling in as friendly a way as I could muster to make it clear I wasn't just being polite. "If you want, you can sit and buy me a drink."

There was an awkward pause as he tossed the idea around in his head, and an equally awkward smile as mumbled a quiet, "well, ok, I guess I could." 

The bouncer, who'd no doubt let him back in after much begging, shot me a questioning look, probably confused. I waved him off with a quick thumbs up and the old man and me had our drink. His name was Jim, a 46 year old lawyer in from Chicago on some manner of corporate legal thing. Whatever the legal thing was that they were doing had, he explained, gone well (you can tell I was enthused about the details) and he and the rest of the boys from Chicago were just celebrating. Apparently it had been a hard won victory, which obviously didn't excuse the panty tearing incident, but it put it in context. 

Jim hadn't been home in three weeks, which was ok with him because he'd just been through the final stages of a very messy divorce (wife cheated with a marriage counselor, if you can believe it) and, he said, the long hours and strange bed were kind of comforting. Writing it down, it all sounds like a pick up line, but the way he talked was very genuine--if he was trying to be slick he failed entirely. We talked about his kids (21 year old son, and a 19 year old daughter---"just about your age," he described them, and then blushed a very deep shade of red. It was very cute) He even showed me pictures (they were both nice looking). You could tell he was on the brink of crying in his beer, and was really happy to be able to talk to somebody. I suspect 3 weeks of hanging out with his Neanderthal coworkers hadn't been the best way to cure a broken heart. 

He had a pair of beers, and I finished my vodka (just two total, for those of you who will e-mail me to lecture on my alcohol abuse and bad behavior. For the record, I wasn't more than a little buzzed) as we talked. By two, the chairs were turned over and the lights were up, and my boss threatened to fire me if I didn't leave. 

Jim walked me out (under the careful watch of bouncers, who never let me leave without keeping a keen eye on me, 'cause they're awesome like that).

"It's late," He says, "Can I at least get you a cab?"

I checked my watch, as though I didn't know the time. "It's not that late," I told him, smiling seductively, "did you want another drink?"

He blushed again, which, though normally not a sexy quality in a man, almost made me swoon. "I don't think any place is going to still be open," he said.

"I know a place," I said, as I hailed a passing cab. "Come on."

In the back of the cab, I snuggled up close, resting my head on his shoulder as we talked, every now and again brushing my fingers along his thigh. He was caught a bit off guard, gulping and stuttering now and again, very cautiously moving to put an arm around me as we rode. 

"So where are we going?" he finally asked as the cab snaked out of downtown towards the suburbs.

"My place," I whispered in his ear as I very boldly squeeze his cock through his pants. "The bars are all closed, I hope you don't mind."

He laughed nervously, "No," he said a little breathlessly, "I-I don't mind."

He was a little incredulous as the cab pulls up in front of my dorm. "You..." he paused, "you live here?" 

I laughed. Obviously he's shocked. Girls at the nudie bar aren't really supposed to be working their way through school. They're just supposed to say that. I knew what he was thinking. "Well," I joked, "I have the summer place in the Hamptons, but, you know, I like to come here so I don't lose touch with the little people." He took the ribbing well and paid the cab driver. 

It was well past two in the morning, but it's college so lots of people were awake. I could see his eyes bugging out of his head as we walked by girls walking around shamelessly in pajamas and towels and other various states of undress that may well be things he's only fantasized about. That they didn't bat an eyelash at him blew his mind. Co-ed dorms are the sort of thing, he explained, that he could only dream about when he was in college.

"My roommate is out of town," I told him as we walk into my unkempt cell. His hand was on my hip as I closed the door, and with courage that it took him all night to work up he kissed me. It was the long passionate sort of kiss that makes you weak in the knees; the sort that make even a jaded party girl like me moist for all sorts of cuddly romantic reasons. He earned big points for suave timing.

We slid onto the fouton, making out the way I don't think I've gone at it since I was in junior high--every move so intense, so deliciously sexual. I got goose bumps when he stroked my breast, and had to bite my lip to keep from screaming when his fingers first passed into my panties. For whatever reason, and I still can't put my finger on it, something about it all seemed so fresh and new and strangely forbidden. He took his time, seeming to savor every stroke and every feel, peeling my clothes off slowly and meticulously. The foreplay was fantastic.

The sex, in my top bunk, was long and slow. It wasn't the intense sort of violent sex I'm used to--just a long slow cuddle, like the sex was an end unto itself, not just a means to an orgasm. I confess, I never came, but the sex was no worse for it. I know my male readership is baffled by that concept, but trust me, it makes sense.

After he came, I went to shower and wash up, only to come back and find him waiting erect and ready for another romp. We fucked doggy style on the futon, rolling and switching positions until he came again a marathon or so later. We both fell asleep on that futon---completely exhausted.

At 6:30 or so, the sun was coming up and his flight was looming. I sucked him awake and even made a valiant attempt at swallowing (which I failed at, but the effort was worth something.)

I stood in my pajamas as he waited for his cab.

"Good luck with everything," I said, hugging myself against the morning chill, "be sure to give me a call next time you're in town." 

"I will," he promised. "Thanks for everything, Jenna," he said as he got in the cab, and kissed me goodbye.

I never even told him my real name, I realized. I wondered if he'd even told me his. For all I knew he was on his way back to a wife in someplace that wasn't even Chicago. I'm not sure it really even mattered.



College Girl's Punishment



This story deals with characters over 18 years old. It does concern bodily functions to the extent that it features panty inspection for staining.

*****

For Barbara, reflecting on her life as she drove home from her last class of the week Friday afternoon at the local college, home had become less than pleasant since her father had remarried following the death of her mother in an auto accident. Her stepmom, Glenda, was in her early 20s, ten years younger than Barbara's dad, Nick, and only about two years older than Barbara, who was 20.

Barbara was now really sorry she had not decided to go away for college. She had enjoyed high school, however, and had been loath to leave her friends. She had been a popular girl in high school, with many friends of both sexes. Her outgoing personality as well as her nice figure and soft brown hair, meant she rarely was without a date. But by now many of them had left town for school, and Glenda, who turned out to be quite assertive in taking control of the household, now had turned to managing Barbara as well.

The young, attractive blonde stepmother seemed to have Barbara's dad willing to allow his new wife whatever she wanted. Barbara could hear the two in bed late at night and knew that her dad was totally entranced by the sexual pleasures Glenda bestowed upon him. But Glenda told Barbara that she now had to become more responsible, meaning that Glenda was inspecting her room for tidiness.

While this was bad enough, Glenda seized upon finding a pair of Barbara's dirty panties on the floor to require Barbara to submit to personal inspection on an unannounced basis. This led to her ordering Barbara to lift her skirt and lower her panties for inspection whenever Glenda was in the mood to humiliate her stepdaughter. 

Glenda even would order Barbara to expose herself when Nick was around. The previous evening, Barbara had been watching TV with two friends when Glenda walked into the room and ignoring that Barbara's two girlfriends were present, told her stepdaughter to stand up and prepare for inspection.

"Oh, please," Barbara pleaded, "can't we do this later or in another room? I'm here with Sue and Linda."

"It will be good for your friends to learn how I need to remind you of your need to keep your clothes and body clean," Glenda responded. "So let's have that skirt up and pants down right now, young lady!"

Barbara realized Glenda was serious and so she complied with the horridly embarrassing directions by raising her mid-length navy skirt and then pulling down her maroon thong to below her knees. She then bent over so Glenda was faced with Barbara's bare bottom.

Glenda bent to examine the tiny crotch of the thong as Barbara's friends looked on in amazement. She grimaced as she saw the usual stains in the crotch that disclosed to her that Barbara had been careless in her wiping after using the toilet that day.

"Once again, sweetie," Glenda said softly, but in no way hiding the intent to shame her stepdaughter, "you have not been fastidious in wiping your behind."

Barbara felt the color rise in her face and started to whimper in response to the shameful finding. She also knew what would happen next.

Glenda reached into her handbag and took out a small cotton wipe. She carefully placed it between Barbara's bottom cheeks and pulled it through her anal crack, not neglecting to press it into Barbara's bottom-hole.

Knowing that her friends were watching this intimate examination intently and would tease her afterward, Barbara cringed but knew that worse was to come.

Glenda brought up the wipe to examine it. She then showed the wipe, smudged with brown stains from Barbara's anus and crack, to Barbara and incidentally to Sue and Linda, who were already amazed at the subjection Barbara clearly had been made to experience from this woman only two years older than they all were.

"Naughty girl!" Glenda commented, and turning to Sue and Linda, added for their benefit, "perhaps your mothers should be checking up on you like this. I've a good mind to suggest this to them."

"What happens to naughty girls who stain their panties?" Glenda asked Barbara, in what was clearly a well-practiced catechism.

"They get punished," Barbara responded, this humiliating experience having taken all fight out of her, as she realized that at least her friends wouldn't get on her too badly since Glenda had as much as threatened to talk to their mothers about instituting a similar regime for them.

"Yes, they do," Glenda responded, "so I will sit down here and you will place yourself across my lap for your spanking."

"Can't it wait until my friends leave?" Barbara pleaded.

"No, Barbara," Glenda responded, with a slight smile, "it will do you good for them to see how we punish naughty girls who don't wipe themselves after they make doody."

Glenda's last humiliating comment, using such a childish word to make it clear that Barbara had soiled her panties like a little girl, led Barbara to start quietly sobbing as she lay across Glenda's grey-skirted lap.

No sooner had she assumed the time-honored posture for maternal spanking did Glenda begin to slap Barbara's prominent bottom cheeks. Glenda spanked alternate cheeks and aimed some spanks right into Barbara's sensitive anal crack, eliciting some small screams from her stepdaughter.

The two friends were now nonplussed about what they were witnessing. Their attitudes had moved from enjoying their friend's embarrassment to fear that their own mothers might well seize on the disciplinary approach that Glenda had vowed to suggest to them.

Soon Barbara was kicking and pleading for Glenda to stop. The impervious stepmother, however, commented for all to hear that a spanking needed to be long enough to make the naughty girl change the way she behaved.

Barbara was now moving her legs in a vain effort to avoid the increasingly powerful spanks her stepmother was inflicting on her now crimson cheeks. Sue whispered to Linda that Barbara was displaying everything between her legs, "You can even see her bare pussy and that she shaves down between her legs, Linda."

But neither of Barbara's friends was smiling at her distress. "We'd better get going, Mrs. Thornton," Sue said suddenly. "My mom wants me to help her out with dinner today."

With that, she and Linda rose and quickly said good-bye to Barbara who was still ignominiously lying across her stepmom's lap and showing the signs of the spanking on her burning red bottom and her tear-stained face.

"I'm sorry you had to be here for this, girls," Glenda said, "but I hope you realize that I insist that young women respect themselves by always being clean and tidy."

The girls hurriedly said their good-byes to Glenda and moved speedily to the front door.

Glenda was sorry they had left before the punishment had ended. She had more in store for her misbehaving stepdaughter.

"I'm so humiliated," Barbara complained. "May I get up now, Mom?"

Glenda required her stepdaughter to call her Mom during punishments and at all other times, for that matter.

"Yes, you may," Glenda snapped, "and I hope that being spanked in front of your friends will make you learn to behave better and care for your clothing and your body."

Barbara knew that she had better be very compliant now or she might suffer even more humiliating punishments that Glenda had previously imposed after spankings.

"Stand up but remove your panties and hand them to me," Glenda now intoned.

"Can't I keep my panties, Mom?" Barbara couldn't help plead.

"I will not have you put soiled underwear back on," Glenda responded curtly.

She reached into her handbag again and brought out a pair of small cotton panties with little bunnies on them, obviously meant for little girls.

"You will wear these until tomorrow morning," Glenda stated, handing the shameful undies to Barbara.

"Oh, these are so...childish," Barbara complained, but began to pull the horribly tight panties up her legs and saw that they barely fit her and pressed tightly on her thighs and waist.

"It will be a good lesson for you to wipe properly," Glenda reiterated. "If I find you are not wearing them or that you have soiled them, you will be wearing them all the time and with a short skirt so that others will see that you need to be kept in little girly panties."

Barbara well remembered the recent occasion when Glenda had made her wear a ridiculously short skirt that left her panties visible to almost everyone at college that day. She had had to explain to one of her professors—thank goodness it was Miss Denton, her youthful philosophy teacher—that her stepmother was punishing her. Miss Denton seemed surprised at first but then looked concerned and commented, "It does seem that your stepmother is rather severe in the way she relates to a daughter who is of the age you are, Barbara. I'm sorry for embarrassing you."

Barbara thanked Miss Denton and vowed not to arouse her stepmother's obviously punitive instincts but often was hurried in her use of the bathroom so frequently did not take the time to wipe herself properly front and back. Glenda had even given her a pack of wet wipes and Barbara then realized she had never even bothered to open it, much less use them.

That night, after the family had retired, Nick asked Glenda if things had improved between her and his daughter.

"No, dearest," Glenda answered quite assertively, "I had to spank her again for dirty panties."

Nick did not admit that hearing how his gorgeous wife disciplined his daughter turned him on. But he more or less gave away his feelings by drawing Glenda close and kissing her deeply before reaching down and stimulating her warm sex with his fingers. He felt how wet she was and effortlessly, he moved her on her back and after making sure she was ready, which she indicated by steady moaning, proceeded to slip his eight-inch fairly thick member into her waiting hole without any further delay.

It again reminded him as he enjoyed his thrusting and Glenda's responsive movements that his new wife was a terrific fuck. He was a bit concerned about her domination of Barbara but decided that it was good for his daughter to learn to take better care of her personal cleanliness. 

He really wanted to observe her being spanked and had mentioned that to Glenda. His wife knew that even hearing about Barbara's being spanked turned him on but she was waiting for a truly major occasion to invite him to witness her stepdaughter's humiliation. It was a way, she figured, to maintain his affection and ardor.