0 comments/ 53893 views/ 2 favorites Girl's Night Out Ch. 1 By: Nonymous Just as you're putting on your dark burgundy lipstick, there is a light knock at the door. You glance one last time over the entire length of your tall, slender body. You look awesome, nothing unusual there, your 38D breasts almost bulging out of your low cut, backless halter top. Your dark, almost black hair cascades halfway down your bare back. Your short, shiny black skirt tight against your firm ass. The split in the side giving slight, quick glimpses of the creamy, white flesh of your ass. You wink approvingly at your reflection knowing that no guy would be able to resist you when you are in full action tonight. You hurry to the front door and swing it open to reveal your best friend Megan dressed to the nines. "Hola Kim." Megan greets you. You can't help but glance down Megan's pink, low-cut top as she leans forward to kiss you on the cheek. "Damn, girl you look hot tonight. Planning on meeting some men tonight, aren't ya?" Megan jokingly asks. Every night they went out ended up with at least one of them, but usually both of them, hooking up with some guy and going back to his place. You slowly look Megan over. With her long blonde hair and slender figure, Megan liked to play up the little girl angle. Her hair was up in long, straight pigtails, pink bows adorning each ponytail with a giant swirl lollipop in her hand. Her pale pink, low-cut, belly shirt and short black mini were hot, but her thigh-high, patent leather, fuck me boots completed the outfit. Megan looked hot. You had always thought of your friend as good looking, but had never considered acting on that feeling before. Could tonight have many more possibilities in store, more than you had considered? "Tonight I think I'm looking for something new and different." you tell Megan as you give her a sexy smile. "What are you thinking? Are you taking home two or three guys tonight? Come on, tell me what's up?" Megan eagerly asks you. You gather your coat and follow Megan into the hallway, looking at how you can just see the crevice below her ass peeking out at you, begging you to touch. You quickly turn and lock your door. What is coming over you tonight, you can't stop thinking of Megan, of her tight, wet pussy. "You'll see what I'm thinking later, it's a surprise. And I think you'll like it." you tell Megan. This seems to start her thinking, wondering what you could have in store for her. You catch a cab to one of the hottest clubs in the city and bypass the line. With a little giggle, rubbing of the doorman's crotch, and promises of sucking him off when he's done working, the both of you are let inside. "So does this curious night of fun involve us picking up one guy, two guys, three guys or more or any at all?" Megan asks you. You're glad to see that Megan is pretty much open to whatever might lie ahead. "I think one guy apiece should be enough, but don't leave here without me." you tell Megan. You both order two rounds of drinks and quickly finish them. You order another two rounds which are also quickly drunk. By now you're feeling kinda good and decide to let Megan in on your plans. "Have you ever been with a woman before?" you ask Megan, hoping not to startle her too much. "No, but that doesn't mean I'm not curious." she says as lowers her eyes and smiles. You reach over, under the table and begin to caress Megan's knee. "I don't know what came over me tonight, but ever since you showed up at my door, I can't stop imagining what it would like to be with you, to kiss you, touch you, lick you. I've never been with a woman either and that's why I don't know where these feelings are coming from." you say as you start to retract your hand from her leg. "No . . ." she whispers as she grabs your hand and puts it back on her leg, higher now almost to her pussy. "I want to see where this night leads." "What I had in mind was you, me, and a couple of guys. We could go back to my place and do all kinds of things. Then we can kick them out and see what happens . . ." you tell Megan, slowly inching you hand upwards closer, closer. "Mmmmm. That sounds like it has incredible possibilities." Megan tells you. Your hand has now discovered that Megan doesn't like to wear panties. Her clean shaven pussy already feels hot as you slowly insert your finger into the wet slit. You pump in and out a few times, you and Megan looking intensely at one another. You then ever so slowly remove your finger from her pulsating cunt and push it past her pouty, pale pink lips to feel her tongue suck and caress your finger. You then sit back in your chair, surprised at your boldness. It is then that you look over to your left and notice an attractive, young man sitting a few tables over. Nice build, soft brown hair, medium height. He seems to have noticed you too. Did he see what you were doing to Megan. If he had, he didn't seem to have minded. "Excuse me babe, but I think I've spotted my conquest for the night." you tell Megan. "You need to go scope out a guy too so we can get the hell outta here and start the real party." You saunter away from Megan and, knowing that she is watching you, you slowly wiggle your ass. "Hey there." you greet the gentleman. "Mind if I sit down?" "Please do. Can I get you a drink?" he asks. "Sure, I'll have a Jack and Coke. By the way, my name is Kim. And you were?" you ask. "The name's Pete. Say I rather enjoyed watching you and your friend, uh, converse over there." he says. "To tell you the truth, I didn't even think about anyone watching us. I was just so completely turned on. That didn't offend you did it?" you ask. "Hell no! Are you kidding? Two hot babes, totally into each other, and now one is sitting at my table hopefully hitting on me. Am I right, were you coming over to try to pick me up tonight?" asks Pete. "I'm glad to see I still have the touch. I'd love to pick you up, take you back to my place, and have my way with you." you reply sexily as you move closer to him, your leg brushing against his semi-hard cock. "Do you mind if my friend, Megan joins us?" you ask. "This is unbelievable, I've always dreamed about this. Please invite her, I don't mind one bit." he stammers. "Well she's looking for her own man right now, but it shouldn't take her too long. Then we'll be off to my place." you tell Pete. Just then Megan walks up with a 6'8" man in tow. "Hey there Kimmy. This is Max, I met him on the dance floor. Max, Kimmy." Megan says as you reach out to grab his massively huge hand. You hope the rumors you've always heard about big hands and big feet are true. "And Megan, Max this is Pete." you say. "One more round before we jet?" asks Pete. Everyone agrees and the drinks are quickly finished as hands begins rubbing and caressing each other. In the cab you're practically dry humping Pete while reaching over and fondling Megan's voluptuous breasts. She is bent over Max's cock sucking for all it's worth. As you arrive at your apartment, the cab fare is quickly paid and everyone rushes upstairs. "Why don't you fellas take a seat on the couch while Megan and I get nice and ready." you tell them. You and Megan hurry back to the bedroom. "Why did we leave them?" asks Megan. "For a few toys like this." you say as you pull out at 14" double dildo and a 9" vibrator. "I thought you'd never been with a woman before, why do you have that dildo?" Megan asks. "I guess I just bought it in hopes that one day I would use it not only on me." you tell her. You turn on the vibrator and touch it against her skirt, right on her pussy. You move over so the vibrator is now stimulating both of your pussies. You both begin to moan with pleasure. "Ok," you say as you switch it off, "let's save it for our guests." You both return to the living room with the toys. "First we want you to watch us, with each other and with our toys." you say to the men. You lead Megan over to a big, comfy chair and lift off her top. Her round tits fill her pale pink bra and the nipples are barely visible through the thin material. She reaches over and removes your top, your tits now fully exposed. She yanks down your skirt leaving you completely naked. You then kneel down and unzip her skirt, lowering to the floor and revealing a smooth pussy, pink with excitement. You decide you want her to keep wearing the boots, because they're just plain hot. You spread her thighs and, looking up at her, slowly insert your finger into her cunt. Megan throws back her head in pleasure as you begin to pump in and out of her now wet pussy. You use your other hand to spread apart the smooth lips, then begin to lightly lick her clit. Light, gentle, quick licks followed by long, hard, more forceful licks. You gently lead Megan down so she's now sitting in the chair, near the edge, and laying back. Her swollen clit and dripping pussy is now ready and in your face. You use your tongue and thrust a few times into her pussy. You can't believe how good she tastes. Again and again you thrust your tongue into her slit. You back away and grab the vibrator. You turn it on and as Megan hears the humming of the toy sits up to look at you. "I want to eat you out too, before we go too far." she complains. "Don't worry baby, we got all night. Let's just see where this goes, alright." you tell her. "Well, at least let me feel your pussy, its warmth, its wetness." she says as she reaches down and forces two of her fingers into you ready and waiting pussy. "Mmmmmmm." you can't help but moan. Megan hungrily begins kissing your lips and before you know it you two are passionately kissing. You push her back down on the chair and again grab the vibrator. You begin by gently caressing her breasts with the toy. You like how the vibrator makes her nipples extremely hard. As you move the toy down her body, you can't resist leaning over and lightly biting on her rock hard nipples. This causes Megan to cry out, "Ooohhh." The vibrator is now close to Megan's pussy. Her breathing has become faster, shorter. You lightly touch her clit with the toy. The sensation makes Megan call out, "Holy shit!" and then begin to moan. You lower the toy lower and gently insert it into her juicy cunt. This drives Megan over the edge. Her pussy juice spills out over the vibrator, wetting your hand. You continue to pump her with the toy until her body lies limp. You sit back and look up at her. She looks down at you and already knows what you are thinking. She slides off the chair and pushes you to the ground, shoving her tongue deep into your mouth. Her hands frantically grab at your tits and pinch at the nipples. Megan then slowly glides down your body and approaches your wet cunt. She hungrily begins to lap at your clit, using her fingers to open your pussy. Never before had you been turned on like this. You look over at the men and see them jerking off as they watch this hot scene. Seeing them do this turns you on even more. Megan is now licking your clit and finger fucking you. It feels so good. She then slowly removes her finger from your dripping pussy and runs it light over and around your asshole. She then forces her finger back into your pussy, back over your asshole, back into your pussy, back over your asshole, and finally she slowly inserts her wet finger into your tight asshole. A little bit at first, now a little more, and finally all the way in. This is too much and causes you to loudly moan. Megan removes her finger from your ass and begins to lick it. "Mmmmmm, yeah. That feels so good. Don't stop. Ahhhhh." you moan. Megan leans over and grabs the double ended dildo. "Let's use this like it was supposed to be used." she says with a wicked smile. You sit up and watch as she slowly inserts the head of one end into your excited pussy. Megan sits across from you and allows you to help guide the dildo into her. Pretty soon you're both grinding on each other's hips, the dildo barely visible between your bodies. Megan is biting and nibbling at your neck as you suck on her bulging titties. "Here I come." you cry out, "Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhhhhh." "Oh God, me too. Aaaahhhh, yeeees! Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't . . ." Megan cries as her body convulese with pleasure. You both lay back completely satisfied and spent. "Hope you girls have some juice left." says a voice from the couch. To be continued... Girl's Night Out Ch. 1 Saturday afternoon. My husband Brian was away, our son Scott was playing rugby. Zoë and I were bored. "Mum?" "Yes, sweetheart?" I replied, not looking up from my book. "When Scott comes home..." she left the sentence hanging. "If you like." We both knew what we were talking about. Scott was our grown-up, real-life, dressing-up doll. He wouldn't complain, he never did. When Scott got home he slung his bag into a corner of the kitchen, scattering dried mud everywhere. I glared at him. "Bathroom," I snarled. "What?" he replied, in the surly tone that comes so naturally to eighteen-year-old boys. It's funny, most of the time he's a typical teenager, rude, crude and selfish; but after Zoë and I have been to work on him, he becomes the perfect little lady. "You heard," I said, dragging him upstairs. Zoë had already run the bath. She was sitting on the side, idly dangling her hand in the water. Zoë and I were both wearing just t-shirts, in preparation for what was to come. We knew it was going to be messy. Scott waited for us to leave, in vain. "Come on," Zoë snapped. "We've seen it all before." Scott started to undress, grumbling all the while, uncomfortable with us watching him. But Zoë was right, we had both seen Scott's lovely thick manhood. He had nothing to be embarrassed about. Once Scott was naked, Zoë stood up to allow him into the bath. "Now then, darling," I said, with relish. "Mummy's going to get you nice and clean. All over!" I didn't think a human being could get any redder, but my son managed it, somehow. Zoë handed me a bar of soap and a sponge, and I started working up a lather. I sat on the edge of the bath and began soaping Scott's back and shoulders, working my way round to his chest. He had a lovely smooth body, the only problem being his hairy legs. But we intended to do something about that. "Stand up," Zoë said. Scott obeyed, meekly. Picking up another sponge, Zoë started soaping his legs. We were both working towards his groin, from opposite directions. I got there first, rubbing all around his beautiful meaty cock, which had already reached the horizontal, while Zoë lathered between his legs and around his balls. We continued to soap him until I sensed we might be approaching a critical point. "Better stop now, darling," I advised Zoë. She took the shower attachment and hosed him down; seemingly fascinated by the way the water ran off the end of his erection. "OK, out you get," I ordered. We towelled him off, taking care not to get him too excited. By the time he was dry, his cock was drooping again. "Right, what's next?" he asked. I sensed he was more relaxed now, and actually looking forward to whatever we had planned for him. He soon lost his enthusiasm when he saw the razor in Zoë's hand. "What are you gonna do with that?" he asked, uncertainly. "Oh, don't be a dipshit," she replied. "We're hardly going to cut your cock off, are we?" My daughter, the perfect lady. We quickly lathered Scott's legs with shaving foam, working up from his feet. Once again, when I got to his balls and cock I couldn't resist playing with them, coating his genitals with that creamy foam, working my fingers round between his cheeks. He drew in a sharp breath as I slipped a finger into his ass. "Mum," he protested. "What's the matter, sweetie, don't you like that?" I asked, innocently sliding my finger deeper. He moaned. Zoë and I started shaving Scott's legs. When we got to the groin area, Scott turned pale, but Zoë told him not be a wimp. He kept very still as I shaved his balls and cock. Then we made him bend over and spread his cheeks while Zoë finished off around his asshole with an electric razor. "Good boy!" Zoë cried, as she finished, giving Scott's ass a firm slap. "Now mummy is going to give you your reward." Zoë bent over to empty the bath and clean it. Hitching her t-shirt up around her waist, she revealed her bare backside, as perfectly round and smooth as a peach. I positioned Scott behind her, only inches away. Standing behind him and slightly to one side, I began to masturbate him. Several times while I was wanking him, Scott reached out to touch his sister, but I slapped his wrists and he stopped. The bath was clean now, sparkling like a new pin, but Zoë stayed leaning over, swaying her hips from side to side, taunting and teasing her brother. Scott's prick was rock hard now, engorged with blood, as I wanked him faster and faster. Suddenly he gave a loud grunt, and thick white strings of cum were spurting from his cock, all over Zoë's ass. I wiped up the last drops, and showed Scott my hand, covered in his sticky mess. Then I lovingly licked my fingers clean one by one, taking them into my mouth, sucking them as I would a cock, maintaining eye-contact with my son all the time. Sending Scott off to my room, Zoë and I started cleaning up. We showered together, as we like to do, but sadly we had no time to play. We had plans... When we got to my room, Scott was sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked. He had a pair of my panties wrapped around his cock, and was wanking furiously. "Naughty boy," Zoë admonished him crossly. Snatching the panties from him, she roughly slapped his hands away from his cock. "Are you going to make him up, Zo?" I asked. "Yes, as long as he behaves himself," she replied, taking Scott by the hand and dragging him to her room. About half an hour later, Scott returned alone. Zoë had done a marvellous job with his make-up, classy and understated, not at all tarty. She had managed to soften the lines of his face, making him look very feminine indeed. He was also wearing a very natural-looking blonde wig. I made a mental note to ask Zoë where she had got it. "Well, darling, you look gorgeous," I told him. "Now, we must find you something to wear." I myself was already dressed; a white basque, g-string and stockings, under a slutty red PVC mini-dress, the kind that zips up at the front; all finished off with a pair of red knee-length boots. I had found Scott some underwear, black lacy panties and bra, but I couldn't make up my mind about the rest of his outfit. At that point, Zoë returned, looking breathtakingly beautiful, as she always does. Her breasts were covered by a minuscule white band of material, leaving her stomach bare; her black skirt came to just above the knee, slit almost to the hip; no tights or stockings. Wondering if she was wearing any panties, I slid my hand under her skirt. We both giggled uncontrollably as my hand brushed her pubic hair. Scott was sitting on the bed, in his panties and bra. I found some tissues to pad out his bra, while Zoë searched the wardrobe for something he could wear. When Zoë had finished dressing him, Scott looked ravishing. A black sleeveless, polo neck; a creamy-white skirt to just above the knee; and black tights. The only problem was the size of his feet. Fortunately, at the back of the wardrobe there was a pair of black knee-length boots I bought years ago, miles too big for me, but I had never got around to taking them back to the shop. Scott was just able to squeeze his feet into them. When Scott was finished, I stood in front of him. Taking his face in my hands, I pressed my lips to his, forcing my tongue into his mouth. He responded, eagerly, and I could feel his hands running over my body. I reached under his skirt and gave him a leisurely rub. Zoë's hand joined mine, and we stroked and caressed his cock while taking turns to kiss him and each other. Scott's hands were all over us, and I could feel his cock starting to twitch. Time to cool things down! "OK, ladies, time to hit the town." A look of panic spread over Scott's face. "No way am I going out like this!" he protested. "If you do this for us," Zoë whispered in his ear, "just imagine what we'll do for you..." To Be Continued...