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The Concert Ch. 01

By: FloydtheBarber



The radio announcer emphatically announced the fifth caller would receive a pair of tickets to the sold out concert on Friday. Knowing that my options were to pay the astronomical scalper prices, stay at home, or take my chances by dialing the phone. I dialed the phone.

After a few minutes of redialing, trying to overcome the grating sound of the dial tone, the phone began to ring. It rang for what seemed like five minutes. With a building anticipation, the phone switched to an electronic answering system that told me to "hold please."

After waiting another eternity, the obnoxious voice of the radio announcer came on the phone and told me that I was the "lucky fifth caller," and I had"won the tickets." I could not believe it. I had never called in to a radio station, and I had never won a contest of this magnitude. I felt like going out and playing the lottery. 

I drove to the radio station, in lieu of having the tickets shipped to me. I did not want to take a chance and not receive the tickets. When I arrived, I filled out a questionnaire on how great I thought the radio station is, and signed an agreement that I would not to enter into any other contest sponsored by them for six months. A small price to pay for such valuable tickets I thought.

Later that evening, my mom was sitting on the sofa reading a book when I came home. For being in her mid-thirties, she has taken very good care of herself, and I often wondered why she rarely dated, and had never remarried after my dad took off.

Sitting next to her, I gave the details about how I won the radio station's contest. While I continued telling her all about my unusual day, her nipples became erect and began poking through the pink silky pajamas and matching nightgown she was wearing. I tried not to make my stare noticeable, but her rigid nipples and how the nightgown caressed her large breasts was unavoidable. I became erect within an instant. It was obvious by the look on her face, and the slight smile she gave, she caught me looking. She looked at my crotch saw my raging hard on hidden beneath my pants and blushed while I was talking to her. Neither of us acknowledged the awkward moment, and I got up and headed for my bedroom in an abrupt manner.

"I hope you have fun, sweetie," she said, as I departed down the hall to my room.

"Thanks mom," I replied. Not sure if I meant it for the well wishes or for the solid erection she inspired.

The next morning, at breakfast, I sat at the bar in the kitchen eating my breakfast when mom walked in. Still wearing the robe from the night before, it was evident that her pajamas had disappeared sometime during the night. The sun shone through the window, revealing the details of her curves. Still unaware of the mixed signal I received the night before, I looked away.

Mom walked to the refrigerator, and took a bottle of orange juice from the lower shelf. As she bent over, her robe raised revealing her nice thick ass and a wonder dark bush that matched her beautiful dark brown hair.

As she stood up and turned facing me she seemed to be unaware that her robe did not come together causing her large breasts to jut out from the poorly drawn robe. With a glance, I could make out the imprint of her large areolas through the white silky material. Looking straight down, I could see the front of her wonderful bush partially exposed where the robe was not covering. Her bush appeared well trimmed and full. Again, I was hard as a rock and could barely concentrate.

I was unaware of the expression I must have been displaying as mom turned towards the sink and adjusted her robe. When she turned back around, her drawn robe now concealed her nudity but accentuated her curves even more so. 

"So, who are you taking to the big concert," mom asked?

"I'm not sure." I replied, still distracted by the display. "Sara will be out of town, and I don't want to go with just anyone."

"Why don't you take your mom? I love that band. It could be fun. That is, if you want to be seen in public with your mom." 

Not knowing if it was my solid erection talking, or the absolute state of horniness I was in, I quickly agreed to take my mother. I emphasized that it would be an honor to have her as my date.

"After I take a shower, meet me in the garage." My mom said, as she walked out of the kitchen. I stared at her thick curvy ass as she walked down the hall to the other room. I wanted to whip out my cock and relieve myself immediately, but I did not.

I always knew my mom had a simple beauty, but this morning I was strangely attracted to her. I saw more of my mom that day, literally, than I had in eighteen years of life. I sat on the tall kitchen chair and stared at a picture on the wall until my erection subsided, then headed for the garage.

While I waited for her, sitting on a bunch of boxes piled in the garage, my mom entered the garage from a door connected to the house wearing an old concert t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. She walked over to the 1969 Dodge Charger we kept covered in the garage.

The Charger belonged to my dad, which my mom received as a part of the divorce settlement. The classic muscle car only saw the light of day only two to three times a year, mainly to "spit the bugs out" as my dad used to say. 

"This needs to be washed," mom said as she pulled the cover off the vehicle. 

The removing of the tarp revealed the pristine, shiny, black Charger with chrome trim. After she removed the tarp, my mom reached into her pocket, pulled out the keys, and threw them at me.

"Pull this out into the drive and let's wash this thing," mom said. "We'll take it to the show."

The day was getting better as it went along. Still having visions of earlier in my head, I could not help but look at my mom in another light. I was now sexually attracted to my mom.

"Before we go to this concert, we need to set some ground rules," my mom said as we washed the car.

"Okay," I agreed.

"First of all, I will be your date, not your mother. Secondly, you drive." 

"I can handle that," I answered.

"Can you," mom questioned with a smile.

After washing the car my mom threw her wet sponge at me, and slapped me on the ass as she walked past me back into the house. The situation was becoming odd, but I was enjoying every minute of it. My mom had made me horny as hell, and now seemed to be flirting with me.

Friday night arrived. I sat on the sofa, and waited for mom to finish getting ready. After just a few minutes of waiting, my mom walked down the stairs in a red tank top, a pair of stylish jean shorts, sexy wedge sandals, and her hair done up in a pony tail. The tank top embraced her ample breasts, and gave me yet another erection beyond measure.

"Mom, you are hot!" I excitedly uttered.

"I'm not mom. I'm your date. Remember?" She said, and then planted a full kiss directly on my mouth, with a quick lick of my lips to finish it off.

Mom, my date, noticed my erect cock bulged, and traveled towards my left thigh, held painfully secure by my tight jeans. Giving a quick smile, she ran her fingers over it, and told me that she appreciates the compliment. How I did not explode down my leg is a question for the ages.

I had the Charger parked in the driveway, ready for action. My date walked to the passenger door and stood there. She gave a fake cough to get my attention. Lacking blood from my brain due to my enlarged cock, I was not thinking quickly, but then ran to let my date in the passenger side of the car like a gentleman.

My date sat in the car, dropping her purse on the driveway as she sat down. We both bent to pick it up when I got a look down the top of her shirt at her two large hanging breasts. I was captivated. My date looked up and caught me looking down her shirt. She smiled.

While driving from our house to the concert venue, my mom put her hand on my thigh and rubbed my leg while I drove. She then leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. I knew it was going to be a good night.

To be continued...

The Concert Ch. 02



Tina's eyes flew open, something having jolted her out of her deep sleep. Her senses were slower to awaken and it took her a moment to realize that she wasn't alone in her bed. A moan slipped through her lips as she felt a tongue slipping through the wet folds of her pussy. She was lying on her back and in the dim light in her room she could barely make out the head that was nestled between her spread thighs.

The mouth wrapped itself around her clit and sucked, causing her back to arch and a louder moan to rumble from her throat. Her hand clumsily landed on the man's head and she heard him chuckle as she wound her fingers in his hair.

His tongue began to alternate between suckling her clit and tongue fucking her, driving her over the edge, the orgasm tearing through her body. Her fingers clenched tightly in his hair pushing his face into her quivering pussy.

"Oh Tyler," she murmured.

He added his fingers to the mix and soon he was roughly finger fucking her and sucking her clit at the same time, causing another dynamic orgasm to tear through her. She clamped her hand over her mouth to muffle her passionate cries. "Oh God, Tyler, yes!" could be heard from behind her hand.

Through her spinning senses she heard him chuckle again. "I'm not Tyler," he told her. "It's Rick."

It took her a moment to process this information, before she tried to pull away but he had wrapped his arms around her thighs holding her tightly. Unable to stop him, she could only whimper, "no, no..." as he lowered his head and again directed his attention to her throbbing clit.

She writhed on the bed, trying to wriggle away from him, her legs kicking in the air as her passions betrayed her and she could feel yet another orgasm building. "Stop, please stop" she whispered, tears threatening, even as her back was arching and she was thrusting her hips upwards, grinding her pussy into Rick's face.

He sucked her clit hard, flicking it with his tongue as Tina cried out loudly, another orgasm shuddering through her body.

Before she could recover, he rose up and pulling her ankles up to his shoulders, drove the full length of his cock into her still quivering pussy. She cried out loudly again, her back arching up off the bed, her full breasts standing up against her taught body.

"No," she whimpered, tying to protest as the most exquisite pleasure coursed through her body. Rick began to fuck her hard with deep rhythmic thrusts, his cock plundering her body.

He ignored her feeble objection and continued driving into her. "God, you feel good!" he grunted, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her to him.

Tina lay beneath him, unable to think clearly, knowing she shouldn't be fucking yet another of her brother's friends, but then again, it felt so damn good. His cock was thick and long and was making her feel so hot, so naughty and sexy.

She gave in, unable to make sense of her jumbled thoughts and joined the rhythm of Rick's pumping cock. "Oh yeah baby, that's it Rick, give it to me, give it to me," she groaned.

He chuckled as he continued plowing into her. "That's better. Feels good, doesn't it baby?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she grunted.

Abruptly he pulled out and before her head could clear, her rolled her over and pulled her hips in the air. With a loud groan, he drove his cock back into her, pushing her head down onto the bed.

He was suddenly driving so much deeper into her, Tina turned her face into a pillow and screamed, as several orgasms tore through her body simultaneously. She lay trembling and shaking as Rick slid a finger into her pussy alongside his own cock, wetting it with her flowing juices.

She jerked and pulled away when she felt his finger pushing into her ass. Tyler was the only one who had fucked her there and she wanted to keep it for him. Gripping her hips hard, he held her in place, forcing his finger inside her. "What are you squirming for? I know you like this," he told her, slowly finger fucking her ass.

She froze at his words. Had Tyler gone and told everyone that he had fucked her ass? Was he spreading it around that she was into anal?

As if Rick could read her thoughts, he continued, "Don't worry, Tyler didn't tell anyone he's done you," he soothed, slipping a second finger into her ass.

Tina gasped at the additional finger sliding in and out of her ass, but instead of protesting, only asked, "How do you know, then?"

"I saw you, you dirty slut, at the concert. I saw Tyler fucking you," he hissed in her ear as he slid a third finger inside her tight ass. "And then earlier tonight when he came up to get the CD and took so long coming back, I knew that he had fucked you again."

"That doesn't mean I want you to do it," she grunted, trying to suppress the feelings his fingers in her ass were producing.

"Oh but you love this baby," he crooned, pushing his fingers in deep. "I saw you at the concert. You didn't want Tyler in your ass at first but after he started you only wanted more." He pumped his fingers hard and fast, causing Tina's resolve to crack, as her breath burst through her lips in a low moan.

Keeping his fingers in her ass, he reached over and pulled open the drawer of her nightstand. "Let's see, what have we got here?" he muttered as he rummaged through the contents, his fingers closing around her dildo. "Aha!" he said triumphantly, as he withdrew it from the drawer.

Tina froze, knowing what he had found. "Do you fuck your ass with this?" he asked, flicking the switch on the bottom, causing it to vibrate.

"No," she said, her voice quivering. "Put it back," she stated, trying to sound firm, but knowing her voice sounded weak.

"Don't worry, baby, there's only one thing I want to put up your ass and it isn't this," he purred in her ear. He pulled his cock out of her soaked pussy and slowly slid the vibrator in her. Her head tipped back and she groaned as he began to gently pump it in and out of her cunt.

His cock was wet and glistening with her juices as he pulled his fingers from her ass and spread her cheeks wide, pointing his dick at her slightly spread hole. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want my cock in your ass," he urged her, his cock head gently pushing at her opening.

Her ass felt suddenly empty without his fingers and she yearned for that full sensation again. She had made no promises to Tyler, although, hadn't he said something about her being his private ass slut? The vibrator in her pussy combined with his cock pushing at her ass hole was clouding her mind, making it very difficult to think.

"Tell me you want it," Rick again urged, pushing harder.

She gasped as his cock head began to spread her hole, so close to actual penetration. "Yes, yes, I want your cock. I want it deep in my ass," she finally relented, her desire to be double penetrated overriding everything else.

Her pillow again muffled her cries as he pushed in, biting his lip to keep his own declaration of pleasure quiet. "God, you feel good!" he grunted, pushing in further.

His balls slapped against her pussy just as her orgasm exploded within her, the double penetration being too much for her. She flung her hair back, her back arching.

Rick grabbed a handful of her thick blond locks and leaned back, riding her ass hard, slamming deeply into her. Tina pushed back, wanting every inch of his cock inside her.

"Oh yeah, give it to me baby, ride my ass, fuck it good and hard," she panted. This being the third assault on her ass in the last few hours, she was sore, but it was the best pain she had ever felt and she was loving it.

Rick suddenly leaned forward, reaching for her nightstand. The dim light from her bedside lamp shone across the bed as he knelt between her thighs. He spread her cheeks and watched his cock sliding in and out of her beautiful ass. The sensations from the vibrator could be felt in her ass and he didn't know how much longer he could last.

His strong hands gripped her soft cheeks, covering the line between her tanned skin and the pale white that the world didn't get to see. With a sudden, wicked thought, her plunged in deep and slapped her ass hard, leaving behind a red handprint.

Tina gasped loudly at this new punishment. She had been fantasizing about being spanked and wanted more. "Oh yeah, baby, spank my ass," she urged him.

He needed no more encouragement and began raining slaps down on her ass, covering every inch of flesh. "You're a filthy slut who deserves a good spanking. Such a bad girl," he teased.

Soon she was begging him to stop, but he was enjoying the punishment. Pushing her hands away, he growled, "You deserve to be punished for being such a slut and you will be. You've fucked two of your brothers friends in the same night. You're a dirty whore and I'm going to treat you like one." She began to whimper and he finally relented, giving her just a few more slaps before resuming his fucking of her ass.

He could feel the heat of her ass on his stomach as he plowed back into her, pushing in deeply. "Tell me you're a dirty whore," he grunted.

"I'm a dirty whore," she whispered.

"Say it louder," he commanded, plunging deeply into her.

"I'm a dirty whore," she gasped. "A filthy slut for you to ass fuck."

"Tell me you want my cum in your ass," he said through clenched teeth, holding back his orgasm.

"Give me your cum, you bastard. Fill my ass with it. I want you to shoot it in deep," she obeyed, telling him as explicitly as she could.

With a loud groan, he gripped her hips hard and drove in deep, his orgasm sweeping him away. All he was aware of was his cock pumping a heavy load of cum deep into this girl's tight ass.

"Oh yes, baby!" she cried out as her own orgasm matched his, her ass squeezing tightly, draining every drop from his dick.

They both froze, their bodies tense as they crested their climaxes and then together collapsed on the bed, breathing heavy, their bodies slick with sweat.

Rick lay panting on top of her, his dick still buried deep in her ass. "God, that was good," he gasped, his limp cock slipping out of her as he rolled away. Sitting up, he spread her cheeks, watching his cum ooze out of her gaping hole.

Lazily, she reached beneath herself and turned off the vibrator, slowly pulling it from her drenched pussy.

"I should go," he murmured, rising from the bed and pulling on his clothes. "All the guys are downstairs, passed out drunk, but I don't want one of them to wake up and find me gone. Especially your brother," he explained.

He quickly kissed her before heading for the door to her room. "Such a fine ass," he whispered as he left.

Tina caressed the dildo, wondering how it would feel up her ass. Not tonight, she told herself, her ass had seen enough action for one day. After returning the toy to its drawer, she snuggled beneath her covers and slid back into sleep, feeling Rick's cum dribbling out of her well fucked ass.



The Concert Ch. 02



I sit back in the car seat, breathing heavily, trying to compose myself, the lingering feeling of your hands holding my wrists down against the roof of your car still exciting me. I bite my lip as I watch you climb in behind the wheel, and I reach out to stroke the back of your head and neck, my fingers curling in and scratching you a bit as a low moan escapes your throat. Before you can start the engine, I pull you to me, needing to taste and feel your tongue in my mouth again. We kiss frantically for a moment before you push me back abruptly.

"We need to go," you say gruffly. "I need to get you somewhere I can rip your clothes off."

My eyes wide, I nod and sit back in my seat. It's nearly impossible for me to sit still; my nipples are so hard they are almost painful and my clit is throbbing so steadily I feel like I can hear it pounding along with my heart. Unable to keep my hands off you, my fingers are suddenly in your lap, stroking your half hard cock to full erection through your trousers and reaching down between your legs to cup your balls, tight and compact in your clothing.

"Nooooooo," I protest, as you take my hand away. "I want to feel you." I'm silenced, though, when you lift my hand to your mouth and suck my forefinger into it, your tongue swirling around it slowly. I just gaze at you as you drive on, watching the road, my finger in your mouth. "Where are we going?" I finally ask, breathlessly. You ignore my question, and I feel your teeth biting down firmly on my finger. I moan deliriously and keep quiet.

Minutes later we're pulling into a car park adjacent to a high rise hotel. As you turn off the engine you pull my finger out of your mouth and grin widely at me, your eyebrows raising.

"Ready?" you ask, laughing slightly.

"Oh god, yes," I exclaim, rushing out of the car and taking your arm for the walk inside to the lobby.

As we approach the front desk, I try to compose myself and keep my hands off you while you give your info and our keycard is fetched. The wait at the elevators seems eternal but as soon as the doors swoosh closed behind us you are there, in front of me, close and imposing, pushing me back against the wall of the car, one hand smashing my breast through my bra and top, the other entwined in my hair. Our kiss is frantic, insistent and intoxicating. The trip is short and the car jolts to a stop. You are pulling me through the doors before they're even open fully, checking the directory for the location of our room.

We're nearly running down the hall, and the door slams open as we both push inside the minute it's unlocked. Before it can even close behind us, I am on you, pushing you against the wall and shoving your suit coat off your shoulders and onto the floor. You're kicking off your shoes as I thrust my tongue into your mouth, our teeth trapping our lips between them occasionally, the sharp pain of it urging me on even more. You tug at my shirt, pulling it over my head and grappling with my bra until you get it off, tossing it to the floor. We pull apart for a moment, realizing it's faster to remove our own trousers, both of us kicking ours off simultaneously, leaving me naked and you only in your dress shirt. We're both unbuttoning you, me starting on the bottom, watching your erect cock poke through the open shirt, my mouth watering with desire.

You tear your shirt off and push me backwards on to the bed, landing, spreadeagle on top of me, my spread legs welcoming you. We are kissing passionately, violently, both of us hungry for the other, wanting more and more. You pull away from my mouth and kiss my neck, your lips parting to bite me gently, causing my hips to thrust up into yours. You groan as I gyrate against your cock, trapping it between our bodies. I feel your hips move slightly and your prick stroking up against my hipbone.

I grab your head in my hands and make you look at me. Both of us are dazed, our eyes glazed over with animal lust. "Fuck me," I demand. "Now, please. Please."

"Oh you fucking dirty little minx. What do you want? Tell me what you want," you growl hoarsely into my neck, your teeth against my flesh.

"Oh jesus," I moan, my need evident in my face. "I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck my cunt."

With a roar, you reach between my legs and thrust your fingers into my dripping cunny, making me cry out loudly when you wriggle them around inside me, making me climax that way. Pulling your fingers out, you position yourself to thrust your cock into me, my screams telling you how much I want you. We fuck like animals, pulling and pushing and scratching at each other, our howls making the residents of our floor envious of our passion.

Suddenly, you are tensing and you're arching your back upwards. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccckk," you shout. "Ffffffffffffffffffffuuuucckkkk. Ohhhh. Ohhhh. OHHH!"

And I feel your hot spunk flowing into me, your prick twitching and jerking with every spurt of your desire. You collapse on top of me and we pant together, recovering for the next round.



The Concert Ch. 02



Mom and I stood near the front of the stage. I was as close to the stage as one could get barring the security gate maintaining the three-foot span from stage to audience. Mom seemed to be having a good time, and said it is as close as she has ever been to the stage.

After about a half an hour, the lights went out and the stage lights went on. The momentum of the crowd forced us closer to the security barrier. The crowd thrust me against the back of my mom, who then grabbed my arms and wrapped them around her waist. 

Mom looked up at me, as I stood a head taller. I could look down her shirt at her massive globes from my point of view, and I did just that. I arrived at the point where I was not trying to conceal my gawking any longer. Mom returned my gaze, gave me a smile, and provided a deep kiss that seem to last five minutes. My enormous erection had returned, and pressed against her lower back. I took to calling mom by her first name, Veronica, as it seemed the natural thing to do since we were no longer mom and son. At least we were not on this night.

The band came out and ripped through an exciting set. Suddenly the band that I anxiously awaited were playing second act to the unusual affection my mom was now giving. To be in the presence of one of my favorite band, while having this sexually tense relationship with my mom made the whole situation surreal.

During one set from the band, several girls around us began flashing their tits at the stage. It seemed that one girl tried to trump the other as the shirts began to rise. In the heat of the moment, my mom decides that she needed to show her assets off as well. As she raised her shirt, and her two wonderful, bouncy tits sprang from underneath her shirt. They hung there perfectly round and huge in all of their glory. My mind and my eyes were no longer connected. I reached up from her waist and cupped the two soft breasts with my hands. I have never felt such magnificent wonders in all of my life.

My mom put down her shirt as quickly as she raised it. She did not seem to flinch as I caressed her tits in those few seconds. After she readjusted her bra and shirt, she turned around and faced me, slow dancing to a ballad the band was playing. She planted a deep kiss on my mouth and slowly massaged my cock through my jeans.

"I'm impressed," she said as she patted my cock and turned to face the stage.

It felt like I was really on a date, and my mom seemed as horny as hell. It did not occur to me until sometime after the show that I dry fucked my mom in front of thousands of people, however absurd, the thought just added more eroticism to the already taboo relationship.

When the concert ended, we walked out of the venue holding hands. Stopping only to purchase an overpriced t-shirt, we continued to the Charger. Just the thought of those magnificent breasts was pushing me over the edge.

We headed out of the parking lot and through the city with heads turned at every stop light checking out our classic ride. Continuing out of the city towards home, my mom decided that her bra was irritating her. She lifted her shirt once again, revealing a nice black bra, which she unclasped and revealed those sumptuous breasts once again. This time she left her shirt up, and I did the best I could not to swerve off the road as I watched her tits dance with every imperfection I hit in the road.

Her areolas were the perfect tone and size, and her nipples looked large pencil erasers. Nipples you could suck for hours.

"Now, you just drive, and keep this thing on the road," mom said as she reached over and began undoing my pants.

I white-knuckled the steering wheel when I realized she was going for my cock, and did all that I could do to keep from driving into the culvert alongside the road as I looked at her bouncing tits. I could not believe my mom was going to play with my cock as I drove us home.

"Holy fuck!" my mom said as she unleashed my large and thick cock. "You didn't get that from your dad."

The expression on her face told me she was not just complimenting me. That just boosted my confidence all the more.

She then grabbed the base of my cock and swallowed my penis, licking and sucking it as she stroked it into her mouth. I reached over her back as her mouth was inhaling my cock and played with her big soft tit. 

A few minutes after pulling into the driveway, my mom stroked, sucked, and swallowed the largest amount of cum I had ever produced. My dick twitched as she milked the last drops from it. 

"Veronica, I didn't know you put out on the first date," I said jokingly.

"Follow me in and you will learn a lot more about me," she replied, as she pulled her shirt down over her luscious tits.

I followed her into the house, not bothering to put the Charger in the garage. I followed her to the sofa in the living room, where she playfully pushed me down with a look of complete lust on her face.

Sitting on the sofa, looking up at my mom, she removed her shirt all the way. I kept my eyes affixed to her tits, as she took off her shorts and panties, revealing her thick and well-trimmed bush. I sat on the sofa looking at my fully naked mom staring down at me. The aroma of her pussy wafted over to me making me hard as a rock, which was impressive considering she had just drained my balls a few minutes earlier.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she said while caressing her tits.

Without saying a word, I stood up and removed my clothes. As my cock popped out of my pants, my mom made an approving moan and grabbed it, right before I pushed her on the sofa and placed her on all fours.

I looked at her thick ass and reveled at the sight of two fat pussy lips glistening in the low light of the living room, as I slowly slid my huge cock in her pussy. It was warm and felt like silk. 

All off a sudden it felt like a water balloon filled with warm water erupted all over my cock. The warm liquid drenched my cock and balls as my mom made a satisfying scream. Luckily, our neighbors were miles away.

I reached up, grabbed her ponytail, and jackhammered her warm soft box as if it would be my only opportunity to do so. Within a matter of minutes, she let out another satisfying scream and collapsed. I continued to pound her from behind, looking at the mirror across the room as I watched her tits swaying with every thrust I gave.

Mom then rolled over on her back and opened her legs as she took both hands and started squeezing her wonderful mounds. Her nipples were as erect as my cock.

"Cum in mommy's pussy. Fuck me hard," she said, as I took my fat cock and slid it in her waterfall.

I pumped her, and played with her tits as she grabbed me close and began kissing me while playing with my nipples. Suddenly, I white washed her pussy with what seemed like a gallon of cum. She screamed as my hot load filled her up. Her body quivered as I pulled my spent cock from the best pussy on earth. I watched cum ooze from her pussy as I helped her to her feet.

"How was that for a first date," she asked.

""There will be more?" I questioned.

"Many more," she replied. She took my hand and led me upstairs.

THE END (???)



The Concert Ch. 02



Danielle watched the couple next to her with a mixture of fascination and envy. She had come to the concert with her friend Brittany even though she wasn't a huge Green Day fan. She thought it'd be different and a break from thinking about her upcoming finals. She'd warn a tight sweater and her ripped, low riding jeans. The tight ones that showed the top of her thong. She felt like living a little dangerously. Why the hell not?

When she saw the couple take the seats next to her and Brittany, she was struck by two things. How hot they looked. And how into each other they seemed. They just talked and talked, not like normal couples. Like they'd just met each other.

During the concert, which was a lot more entertaining than she expected by the way, she would sneak a glance over at the hot couple next to her. Great. Now they're kissing and snuggling. Why can't I have some of that, she thought. 

When the concert really got going, and everyone was on their feet yelling, he stood right behind her, the two of them wrapped in the same blanket. They were inseparable. 

Then she noticed something she hadn't seen before. His hands were all over her. Underneath the blanket she could see the outline of his arms, like a object moving underwater, creating a wave along the blanket. He was all over her! Feeling up and down her body. Running his hands over her breasts and down her sides to her ass. Danielle felt herself starting to get wet.

She didn't want them to catch her watching them. That would be totally embarassing. So she faced forward and looked sideways, to the left, watching every move. Oh my God! I think he's finger fucking her! Look at her face, she's totally getting off right now! Danielle felt shocked and incredibly turned on by what she saw.

She didn't look over again for at least two songs. She was too embarassed of being seen. But she couldn't stop thinking about them. About what they might be doing under that blanket. About how it would feel if it were her in that girl's place. As Danielle danced to the music, she started to shake her head from side to side, sending her long blond hair flying. It wasn't a move she normally did, but she knew that if she did that, and kept her eyes open when looking left, she would be able to sneak a peak at them. 

So she flung her head from side to side. Every second or so she would get a glimpse of the hot couple. Bathed in the lights of the stage. Like a strobe light. Quick images of the two of them. He was close behind her, pressing against her. Her head was leaning back on his shoulder. They were moving to the music. HE WAS PUMPING HIS PELVIS INTO HER!

Oh. My. God. She couldn't believe her eyes. The girl was leaning against the seat in front of them, her legs spread, holding the blanket closed at her neck. He was standing right behind her, his hands gripping her breasts, and she could see his pelvis pumping her. Strong, steady strokes, like a piston. Danielle could feel her thong was soaking wet.

She looked over at her friend, Brittany, but she was oblivious to what was going on. Everyone was. The blanket was screening what was going on underneath. But she knew. She could see his body moving under the blanket. That sexy, thrusting, movement that she dreamed about at night when she touched herself. How I wish I could touch myself, she thought.

She went back to her head sway, to keep watching them, she couldn't help herself. Steady images of the two of them, locked in a carnal embrace, moving to the music. She could see the woman was getting off. Was that her screaming? The music was so loud she couldn't tell.

Danielle felt dizzy and leaned against the seat back in front of her. It pressed against her, right at crouch level. Right against her pubis. Oh yes! I have to! She lifted herself onto her tiptoes so that the edge of the seatback pressed against her clit. She started to rub it slowly against the seatback. And sway her head from side to side. 

Watching the couple fucking just two feet from her, and massaging her clit, all while the music pounded and people danced around her, was hypnotic. All she could think about was being taken from behind. Being pumped by a hot guy who moved the way he does. Who knows how to keep it going and never stop. 

The next thing she knew the music had stopped. The band had left the stage. She was still standing, pressed against the chair, while the audience chanted for an encore. She looked to her left and saw the couple weren't standing next to her. Had they left? 

No, she glanced back and they were sitting, no laying, on the seat. She was in his lap, laying against his chest. They were kissing. Gently, sensuously. She touched her lips and thought of being kissed like that. 

Then she noticed the woman was slowly rising up and going down. He was still fucking her. She was laying back against him, her legs spread, and he was still inside her. She looked down and the blanket was starting to separate near the ground. 

The crowd continued to chant for the band to retake the stage. The lights were dark and Bic lighters and cell phones were the only illumination. 

Danielle watched the couple, entranced with each other and totally unaware anyone was watching them. They were tonguing each other. He was pumping her, slowly but steadily. She could see the woman's breasts heaving upward.

Suddenly the lights burst on and the crowd roared. The band had returned for an encore. For a brief instant the blanket parted and Danielle clearly saw his big hard cock sliding into her wet, glistening pussy. His fingers working her clit. Her legs spread wide.

And then the blanket closed and it was gone.

Danielle was stunned. What was left of her defenses had been stripped away entirely. She spent the entire encore rubbing her clit against the edge of the seat, coming again and again. Her moans were imperceptible in the din.

When the lights came up and the last encore was over, Danielle felt so shaky she could hardly speak. Everyone around her was gathering their stuff and moving to the exit. All she could think about was the tingling between her legs; all she could see was the image of them fucking.

She and Brittany waited for the hot couple to start walking to the exit. Danielle stood there awkwardly. It seemed strange to be standing so close to them with the knowledge of what they'd just be doing. 

The hot guy turned in her direction and she felt herself blushing. He just smiled at her.

"Great concert," he said, simply. 

"Yeah," she replied, lamely.

Finally, they were moving to the aisle and walking slowly to the exit. There were thousands of people, all working their way slowly to the narrow exit. Danielle was right behind the couple. 

She stared at them. They both had perfect asses. She looked so hot in her black boots. He just looked hot period.

Why can't I have a guy like him? I've got a good body. My ass is as nice as hers. Why couldn't he slip in behind me and cover ME with a blanket. Why couldn't he fuck me from behind.

As the concertgoers crept slowly to the exit, she found herself passing the couple, moving forward in the ebb and flow of the crowd. Soon, she was in front of them, or him anyway.

She wondered if he was looking at her. Or if he noticed her at all. They HAD spoken to each other right after the concert ended. She was conscious of the way she was walking. In case he was looking at her.

I want him to look at me, she thought.

She reached down with her hands and pulled her sweater over her head. The press of the crowd HAD taken the chill away, so it wasn't a ridiculous thing to do. She could feel her blouse lift up, exposing her bare back to him. And her thong which reached high above her jeans.

She dropped her sweater. She bent over at the waist to find it. Her ass was raised gloriously right in front of the hot guy. Feast on that! she thought to herself.

"Do you need help?" 

It was the hot guy. He was talking to her.

"Oh. I just dropped my sweater. Thanks."

He looked at her, recognizing her from before. 

"You were in our row. Next to me." He smiled. "That's right. Great concert."

She smiled back at him. 

"Yep. That was me."

They kept moving slowly to the exit.

"Was this your first Green Day concert?" he asked. She was glad he was still looking at her.

"Yeah," she answered. "I really liked it."

"They put on a good show. Billie Joe's amazing." 

He was as nice as he was hot, she thought.

"Now the long walk home," Danielle said with a shrug. 

"Really? You don't have a car?" 

"No, my friend and I wanted to save money. The parking's outrageous."

"That's true."

They kept shuffling with the crowd. The guy and the girl were saying something to each other.

"Um. Listen. Do you want a ride or something? I mean, I brought my car and it's no problem." 

Danielle looked over at Brittany, who shrugged and nodded. 

"Sure. That'd be great."

She learned his name was Jason. His friend's name was Amanda. They walked to her car first and they spent about ten minutes saying goodbye. When they'd walked to his car, she saw he drove a vintage Mustang. Sweet. She sat in the passenger seat while Brittany rode in the back. 

They dropped Brittany off first. She lived at her parents house. So did Danielle, but she didn't tell Jason that. 

"Where to?" Jason asked.

"I live on Hamilton," Danielle answered. "Or..."

"Sorry?" Jason asked. 

"I mean, unless I didn't go home...Right away."

Jason sat in silence for a second. 

"Where do you want to go?"

There was a very pregnant pause.

"Well, the concert was really fun and it just seems like a shame to go home."

She held her breath.

"Well, Amanda and I were going to meet up. If you want to join us..."

"Sure."

"Let me call her." Jason flipped open his phone. 

Danielle listened as Jason explained to his friend what was going on. He had such a direct way of talking. No B.S. So honest. She liked that.

He was listening to Amanda now. She could barely make out the tinny sound of her voice.

"Um, so Danielle wants to hang with us." Pause. "The blonde one." Pause. "OK. Cool." 

He flipped the cell shut.

"We're going to pick her up first. Then we can go out." He smiled at her. She smiled back. 

It was going to be an interesting night after all.

Driving across town to Amanda's house, Danielle thought about the evening's events. She'd gone to a punk rock concert, stood a few feet from a couple while they did the dirty deed, masturbated while standing amongst thousands of crazed fans. Then, to top it off, she'd all but picked up a guy and now she was driving with him to his girlfriend's house. Yep, it'd certainly been a night of firsts.

"Have you and Amanda been going out long?" She had to get the 411 on them. 

"Actually, we're not going out exactly..." he muttered.

"Well, what are you doing exactly?" she said with a playful tone.

He stared at the road and cocked his head.

"We...just...sort of met. Tonight."

Danielle was floored. They WHAT? THAT couple just met TONIGHT? She didn't know what to say.

"You guys seemed to be...getting along," she said with gargantuan understatement.

"We have a certain....chemistry."

She chuckled to herself. That's ONE way to describe it. She looked at him and he seemed lost in a reverie. She looked down at his crouch and he seemed...bigger. Maybe she was imagining it but the bulge in his jeans definitely looked bigger.

She bit her lip. She could feel that tingling again. Between her legs.

"There's something about being at a concert with someone," she said, in a hushed voice. "The music, the pounding. The way it makes you to move your body."

"Ummm-hmmm," he answered, shifting a bit in his seat.

"I don't know about you, but I feel the music deep inside me. Like it's touching me. In a really primal way."

His bulge was definitely getting bigger. She watched him swallow hard.

"Sometimes," she whispered, "I feel like I'm going to lose control. Like my body's got a mind of its own."

Jason squirmed in his seat.

"I like to lose control sometimes. Don't you?"

She could see the outline of his growing cock through the jeans.

"Oh yeah," he said, breathily.

"We live in our minds so much. I like to let my body take over. Behave like an animal."

His cock was pressed against the fabric of his jeans. She could clearly see the outline of its head. She wanted nothing more than to reach over and unzip his pants and take it out. Relieve it from the pressure. Take it deeply into her mouth.

She could feel her pussy creaming her thong. 

"Do you like to do that too?" she asked, innocently.

"Huh?" he said, turning to her. 

"You know. Just do what feels good... Instinctively... Moving your body... Following the pleasure... Feeling it deep inside you... Screaming out if you feel like it.... Just lose all your inhibitions... At a concert."

"I...I do...a lot," he stammered. 

She decided to stop so he wouldn't get in an accident.

When they arrived at the apartment complex, he called Amanda on the cell. His voice sounded a little shaky. 

"Um, she says we should come up."

They got out of the car. She could see he was walking a bit uncomfortably. She noticed too the warm sensation of her pussy juices dripping down one leg.

They got to the apartment and rang the buzzer. The door opened and Amanda stood before them, smiling. She was wearing a flowing, silky kaftan. She held out a drink to each of them. 

"Cocktails!" she chirped. "I've made an executive decision. We're partying at my place."

With that, she twirled around, revealing an entirely bare back that extended down to the top of her ass.

It was going to be an interesting night indeed.



The Concert Ch. 02



This story follows the events of the first chapter and assumes that the reader has read it. Although I hope each chapter is able to stand up on its own, I strongly recommend starting at the beginning if you have not already done so. It will just make more sense that way. This story will also make references to the A Gift Amongst Friends storyline, and although it is not essential reading, it does provide some additional context. 

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Classes were almost finished for the semester, and exams were still over a week away. With nothing else to do but study for finals, Jess' days were mostly spent in her room, alone. Aside from quiet and inconspicuous visits to the meal hall, she hardly interacted with anyone anymore—she was too embarrassed that somebody would recognize her... 

It had been days since her life took a dramatic change, and she was still coming to terms with what had occurred at last week's concert. Part of her still wondered if this was all an elaborate dream, and soon she might wake to find everything had gone back to normal. 

As time passed, her recollection of the evening grew blurry. Certain details faded from her memory, while others came to her intermittently. Soon, she could not even be certain that the chain of events replaying in her mind were the same ones that had actually unfolded. 

Some details were undeniable. Her clothes had certainly been removed, and along with them, several personal items had gone missing. By the midweek, Jess was forced to cave in and purchase a replacement cell phone. The keys to her dormitory had been easy to replace, and the cash in her pockets was a relatively insignificant loss, all things considered. 

What had transpired after she was stripped was less concrete. In the end, I guess the details aren't that important, she thought. There was no way to know exactly how many guys had used her in the dense crowd, but it did not really matter if it was ten or a hundred. 

Needless to say, she could not show her face for the last week of classes. Assignments were handed off to teaching assistants in their offices rather than risking further humiliation in the classroom. 

Thanks Jess! See you at class on Monday! The last words she had heard at the concert echoed in her head. Someone had obviously recognized her, but without her glasses she did not see any faces. The only safe bet was to avoid everyone until this hopefully blew over. 

No doubt rumors were spreading behind her back. Even Raven, recently one of Jess' closest friends on campus, had severed communications. This came as no surprise. Raven was the strictly conservative daughter of a minister. There was no way that she would be associated with anyone even accused of such debauchery. 

Moreover, Jess knew that there must be countless pictures of the evening floating around the internet. She remembered a sea of cell phone cameras, but at the time, they had seemed like the least of her concerns. 

She spent the days following the concert scouring internet forums for any discussion of the event. Several pictures had found their way onto university discussion forums and in the fan forums of the performing bands. So far, from what Jess had seen, not many pictures showed her face clearly. And for those that did, she looked somewhat different without her glasses and with her hair in such a tangled mess. 

However, one picture did send shivers up her spine. It showed her on her knees, naked, staring up at the camera with cum on her face. Behind her, she could see the lower half of a male stranger pushing his body against her own. He was clearly fucking her. The most terrifying part was her face—she looked like she was moaning in pleasure. The girl in the picture was enjoying herself. Jess could only hope that this girl would not be recognized. 

So far, Jess had only confided all of this in Mandy—a neighbor from her dormitory. She was still not entirely certain why, but she trusted Mandy. Their newfound friendship seemed to be founded on nothing but the knowledge of one another's dark secrets. They had caught each other in compromising situations, and that shared secret brought some comfort to one another. 

The two girls had gone out for coffee the day after the show, and Jess opened up almost immediately. Her trust was reciprocated, and in the days following, she learned a bit more about Mandy. Jess found Mandy's stories of exhibitionism terrifying. She could not imagine herself doing anything of the sort, but she enjoyed listening to them. In some ways, she wished that she had the same courage that Mandy did. 

But with nobody other than Mandy to interact with, Jess was starting to feel a little isolated by the midweek. 

Fortunately, she received a pleasant surprise in the form of a text message on Thursday night. Apparently Robert, Jess' friend from back home, would be in town for the week, and he hoped to get together with her during that time. 

Jess' friendship with Robert had always been complicated. They had gone to high school together, and Robert had obviously had strong feelings for her. Jess thought that he was a nice guy, and they had hung out several times. However, Jess' close friend Alice had been obsessed with Robert since middle school, and her jealousy towards Jess was starting to form a wedge between the two girls. Jess had decided that the best way to handle the situation was to back off with Robert and keep things at a friendship. 

At the time, the whole ordeal had seemed so dramatic. Now, it seemed silly in retrospect. Alice was in a long term relationship with another guy, and apparently Robert had not forgotten about Jess. 

Normally, Jess was not particularly interested in boys and dating, and after everything that had happened last week, a date seemed like the last thing that she needed or wanted. However, it was so nice to hear from somebody from her hometown, completely removed from this school and knowing nothing about her recent humiliation. Perhaps an evening out with Robert was exactly the distraction that she needed right now. After some hesitation, she agreed to see a movie with him on Saturday. 

The last day of classes passed quietly alone in her room. Mandy had invited her to a party at the boys' dormitory, but Jess quickly declined. She desperately wanted to get out of her room, but she had not been interested in parties even before last week. Instead, she spent the better part of the evening in bed with a book. 

The following day, she was nervous about her date. 

Is it a date, or are we just getting together as friends? We don't even live in the same city anymore, so how could we be dating? She took a deep breath and tried not to overthink it. 

By the time Robert arrived, Jess was having second thoughts about the whole affair. What are his expectations after the movie? Will he make a move on me, and will I be ready if he does? 

She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and told herself that she was being ridiculous. She had known Robert for five years, and they were just getting together for a movie. He was harmless, and he had known her long enough to know better than to expect sex. She hardly gave her attire any thought as she threw on a t-shirt and jeans. 

She greeted him with a friendly smile as he picked her up in the dormitory parking lot. "Hey Rob!" 

"Hey Jess, how's it going?" He responded as she got into his car. 

She had no intention of answering that question honestly. "Not bad. Done classes for the year and just waiting for exams. What about you?" 

"Pretty good. Just visiting some friends and family in the area. Hadn't seen you in a while so I thought I'd give you a call." 

They caught up on the last year as they drove to the theater. Jess began to feel uncomfortable any time the conversation lingered on her for too long, and she frequently asked questions to shift the focus away. 

Apparently Robert was working at an office back in their hometown, still living with his parents until he could afford his own place. They talked about their graduating class, and Jess listened to stories about her former schoolmates. The conversation took an awkward turn as Jess learned that Alice had gotten engaged. 

"Haven't they only been dating for a few months?" Jess asked, dumbfounded. 

"Yup..." Robert responded, eyes on the road ahead of him. 

"Wow... I mean, good for her I guess." 

As they pulled into the theater parking lot, Jess was starting to relax. It had been so long since she had hung out with anyone from her old life. It was comforting, and it almost felt like she was back in high school. 

They bought their tickets and found some seats in the back of the cinema. 

"I guess it's pretty dead in here," Robert said as he looked at all of the empty seats around them. "I hope the movie's good. The reviews were pretty solid." 

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Jess reassured. She looked at her phone. "It doesn't start for another half hour. It will probably fill up by then." 

Aside from Jess and Robert, there were only a handful of other people in their theater. Admittedly, Jess was glad and she hoped that the crowd did not grow. Even just the few people around her made her nervous, and she reassured herself that soon the lights would be dimmed and everything would be okay. 

She stirred in her seat. Several rows down were seated an older man and woman. In front of them were a group of young adults—Jess saw five guys and three girls—that looked university-aged. Off to the side was a loud group of teenage boys that she watched suspiciously. 

She started to sweat as the anxiety overwhelmed her. I need some fresh air. 

"I'm going to get something to drink and stretch my legs," she said calmly. 

"Do you want me to get it?" 

"No." She answered abruptly. "No, that's okay, I got it. Do you want anything?" 

"No, thanks. Want me to come with you?" 

"Nah, that's okay. You hold the seats." 

He smiled and nodded as she squeezed her way to the aisle and briskly made her way down the stairs. 

The air in the lobby was warmer than the theater, but it came as a relief nonetheless. She slowly made her way to the concession stand and looked up at the menu. It's pretty dead out here too. She did not really want anything, but it would look strange if she came back empty-handed. 

I guess I will just get a Coke and... 

"Hey." 

The voice startled her and she spun to find one of the young guys from the theater. 

"Hi," she responded meekly, feeling like a deer in the headlights. 

"How's it going? You're in my English class, aren't you?" He seemed to ignore Jess' anxiety and smiled warmly. 

He does look familiar, she thought. "No...I don't think so." 

"Sure, you always sit in the back row, don't you? Jessica, isn't it?" 

"Yeah..." There was no point in trying to lie. His questions were apparently rhetorical. "Sorry, I just had my schedules mixed up." She knew it was a poor excuse of a lie, but she simply wanted to be left alone. 

"No problem. How do you feel about that final paper?" 

"It was okay," she responded, turning back towards the concessions menu. She did not want to seem rude, but the whole point of this date was to escape from school and all of her distractions for an evening. "Anyway, I should probably get in line. See ya." 

She started to step forward, but he interrupted. "Sorry, I just wanted to let you know that you dropped this." 

Jess looked at his hand, confused. After a second to process, her eyes shot wide and a chill crawled her up spine. Between his fingers was her old student ID card—her full name, her student number, and her picture, all displayed on one small piece of plastic. 

"But...how did you..." She trailed off, knowing that she would not like the answer. 

"I was at a concert last week and I found a pair of pants in the dirt. This was in the pocket. Weird place for a pair of pants to be in a crowded place like that." His grin was no longer warm. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," She answered dismissively. 

"Really? You're going to deny it? You don't remember having my dick in your mouth? Because at the time, you certainly seemed to enjoy it." 

"Fuck you," She said angrily, keeping quiet to avoid attention. "Give me that." Jess reached out and violently grabbed the card from his hand and put it in her pocket. 

"Take it," he said without a fight. "Your driver's license was in there too, and that one has far more information. Like your home address." 

"Give it to me, now!" Jess was getting furious with his games. 

"Well, I don't have it with me." 

"Then just fuck off." 

"That's not very nice," he said, feigning hurt feelings. 

"So what? Everyone already saw what happened last week. You have nothing to gain from harassing me. In fact, if you don't leave right now, I'm going to call the police." She took out her cell phone, desperately hoping that he would fall for her bluff. There was no way that she wanted to have this conversation with a police officer. 

"Okay, okay. You're right. Everybody already knows. I'll leave you be." He turned back towards the theater and Jess let out a sigh of relief. He took a step and stopped. "So, I guess he knows too?" 

"Huh?" Jess was caught off guard. 

"Your boyfriend. He must know too, right?" 

"He's not my boyfriend," she stammered. "Just a friend." 

"Whatever. He knows?" 

Jess stared back in a total loss for words. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. 

"Well, it seems like he should, doesn't it?" He stepped close to Jess and whispered in her ear. "I would certainly want to know if my girlfriend fucked half of the school last week." 

"We're not... Don't..." 

"Don't what?" 

"Don't tell him." She could hardly think in full sentences. If Robert found out, so might everyone else in her hometown. She did not want to lose the respect of a longtime friend. 

"You haven't really left me much choice." 

"It's your word against mine. There's no way he will believe you over me," she threatened. 

"Well, it's your word against mine, but I think this makes my word a little stronger." As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. 

Jess stared in shock as he started fiddling with the device. She knew what was coming. "Okay, fine, I get it." 

He ignored her, tapping his phone for several more seconds. "There." He turned the device towards Jess. Against her better judgment, she looked at the screen. There she was, naked, on her hands and knees in the dirt. One hand was wrapped around a cock, and her tongue was tracing the underside of its head. "There is my word against yours." 

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" 

"Well, it's not too often that a strange girl gets naked and sucks my dick at a rock show. Seems like a waste to let that go." 

"It's not like I had a choice. The crowd made me." 

The stranger let out a mild laugh, looking again towards his phone. "Oh yes, it sure looks like they are making you." 

Jess' face burned with humiliation at his sarcasm. The most shameful part of the whole ordeal was not that she had been stripped and fucked—it was that deep down, part of her had not wanted it to stop. She had initially been afraid when she had been at the mercy of the hands groping at her body. However, the adrenaline that had pumped through her veins had been like nothing she had ever experienced before. She could deny it all that she wanted, but she had been a willing participant in the whole affair, and this guy obviously knew that. 

"What do you want?" Jess looked him over for the first time since the start of their conversation. He did look mildly familiar, but she would not have recognized him from her English class if he had not said anything—the class had over a hundred students, after all. He was not particularly handsome, nor was he ugly. He had a rather plain look to him, with dark hair and shorter than average height. 

"Come here," he said as he started walking. 

Hesitantly, she followed. "I have to get back before Rob suspects something." In retrospect, she regretted using his name. 

"Don't worry, you'll be back." 

"How did you know I was going to be here tonight?" She asked as they walked past the concession stand and towards another side hallway. 

"I didn't. That's the funny part. I've had your ID in my pocket all week. Was planning to talk to you after class, but you never showed up. Just luck I guess that I found you here." 

Yeah, lucky me... 

Jess froze as he stepped into the men's washroom. A second later, he came back out. 

"Alright," he said, "it's empty. Hurry up." 

"I'm not going in there." 

"Just hurry up if you don't want your boyfriend wondering where you went." He grabbed her arm and gave it a light tug. Looking around her to make sure that nobody was looking, Jess ducked into the washroom. 

They stepped past a row of urinals and he guided her into the last stall on the left, the farthest from the door, closing it behind them. 

He wasted no time, grabbing her breasts through her t-shirt. He lifted the thin material, exposing her orange bra. The garment hung loose around her small breasts, offering an easy view down into the cups. Rather than unhooking the bra, he pulled it upwards forcefully, causing her breasts to spring free. Her small pink nipples hardened immediately, and Jess told herself that it must be the cold air. 

The stranger—Jess still did not know his name—unzipped his pants and gave her shoulders a not-so-subtle push downwards. With her shirt and bra bunched up under her armpits, she obliged. 

I don't have time to argue about this. Robert will soon be wondering where I am. I sucked this guy's dick once...it's not a big deal to do it again. 

"That's a good girl," he said condescendingly. 

Jess ignored the comment and focused on the task at hand. Reaching into his pants, she pulled out his semi-erect cock and quickly began stroking it to the best of her abilities. It had felt so natural in the heat of the moment in the sweaty crowd last week, but now it felt awkward as she fondled his manhood. 

She had not done this many times in her life—with the exception of the concert—but she slowly got into the hang of it. His dick was not particularly large, and she guessed it was maybe six inches as it swelled to fill her two small hands. 

"Use your mouth." 

Unquestioningly, she opened her lips and soon felt the head of his cock pressed between them. It was warm and soft, and instinctively, her tongue followed its contours. Maybe I am better at this than I thought. 

Opening her jaw wider, she allowed more of him into her awaiting mouth. Soon, she felt his hands on the back of her head, pulling her deeper with each thrust. She could not fit all of him in her mouth, but it seemed like he was enjoying it regardless. 

She hardly cared when he took out his cell phone and snapped a new picture of her pretty face wrapped around his cock. 

"Where is that ID card I gave you?" 

"Why?" She asked before returning to her work. 

She offered no resistance as she bent over and reached into her pocket, retaking the item. "Don't worry, I'll give it back. Just want some insurance." 

Before she could understand his meaning, he held the card up next to her face and pulled up the phone. Click. 

"I like it," he said as he admired his work, before turning the screen towards Jess. The picture showed her face and exposed tits as she blew him. Even worse, the ID was in clear focus, showing her name next to her sinful acts. "Don't worry, I'm the only one that will see it unless you give me any trouble." 

I wasn't going to, Jess wanted to say, but she remained silent. The sooner she finished, the sooner she could leave. They had only been in the stall for a couple of minutes, but it already felt like an eternity. 




The Concert Ch. 02



"Undo your pants," he instructed as he took hold of her elbow and pulled her to her feet. 

Somehow she had not expected this, assuming that he had only wanted a blowjob. Still, she began undoing her belt and unzipping her jeans. "Do you have a condom?" She whispered meekly. 

"No, I never use them." He watched eagerly as she pushed her pants down around her knees. 

Body shaking, she looked down as he pulled her panties down, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. She gasped as his hand wrapped around her mound and a finger easily slipped within her wet swollen lips. 

Oh god, I am dripping wet, she thought shamefully. He said nothing, but his facial expression confirmed Jess' fears. He knows. He knows that I am enjoying this. 

Forcefully, he turned her around and pushed her forward. Tripping over the pants around her legs, she put her arms up in time to catch her fall. She was now bent over, hands against the wall, and she knew full well what was coming. She only wished that she did not want it so badly. 

He did not keep her waiting. A hand gripped her waist and she felt something warm easing between her things. The pants made things awkward and prevented her from opening her legs farther for him, but he found his way nonetheless. Within seconds, she felt the head of his cock slipping between the lips of her eager pussy. 

"Mmmm," she tried to quiet her body's instinctive reaction to the intrusion, but it did no good. A second hand landed on her other hip, and she squirmed beneath his grip, unsure if she was trying to escape or wiggled him into her. 

Her body went tense as she heard someone stepping into the washroom. Holding her breath, she listened as someone stopped at the far end of the room. The two bodies in the stall went silent. Soon after, she heard the faint sound of liquid, as the intruder was obviously using the urinal. A flushing sound confirmed her suspicion. 

"Oh!" she let out a surprised cry as her body was pulled back and she felt her pussy filled by her oppressor's cock. Slowly, he eased himself out of her, before slamming back in, deeper than before. She let out a soft moan, this time mentally prepared for him. He did this several more times, and each time, her body betrayed her pleasure. 

She could no longer hear the intruder, but she doubted that he had left after hearing her cries of pleasure. Still, it did not take long for her to forget about him as her tormentor sped up his tempo, relentlessly slamming her tight pussy. 

He bent her over farther so that her face rested against the cold tile wall above the toilet. It felt so degrading for her to be fucked like a cheap whore in a public washroom. Is that what I have become? But compared to what I did last week, this is almost romantic... 

"I'm going to cum," he announced between grunts. 

Jess wanted to pull away, to tell him not to cum inside of her, but instead she pushed her body back, nonverbally consenting to finish what he had started. He tightened his grip on her waist and with a deep thrust, she could feel his warm load shooting deep within her womb. 

Much easier to clean up this way than if he shoots it on my face. 

She slowly worked her body over his shaft, drawing out every last drop, and not wanting for him to stop. She was on the verge of her own orgasm when he pulled out, leaving her disappointed and feeling ashamed. 

"Should I send my friends out here too?" he asked as he zipped up his pants. "They'd be disappointed with me if I didn't share." 

"No!" Jess wanted desperately to be fucked. After the ravishing that she had received at the concert, this was too quick and left her unsatisfied. "I need to go back now! Rob is going to come looking for me soon!" She took out her phone and looked at the time. Apparently she had received a text from him two minutes ago asking if everything was okay. The movie was about to start any minute. 

"Okay, but you owe them. See ya," the stranger said with a smile before opening the stall and stepping out. Jess could hear his voice as he left the washroom. "You want her? I'm done with her." 

Jess quickly pulled up her pants. Putting her shirt and bra back into place, she hurried out of the stall, past a theater employee who gawked at her, and almost ran out of the washroom. 

She hurried across the lobby, ignoring the concession stand, and made her way back to the theater. The room was dark, and it looked like the coming attractions had already begun. As she turned and walked up the stairs, she looked out over the rows. The theater had not filled much since she left, and she had no problem spotting him. 

I don't even know his name, but I just left him fuck me. 

He smiled at her, and she wondered if he had already told his friends. 

Making her way back to her seat, she sat down next to Robert, thankful for the darkness. Her face was red with embarrassment and she knew that she was still quite sweaty. 

"Is everything okay? You were gone for almost half an hour." Rob looked at her, worried and confused. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. I went out there and got a phone call," she lied. "Sorry." 

"It's okay. Everything is fine though?" 

"Yes, it's fine." Please let it go. 

He looked at her for a while before finally accepting assurance and looking back forward. 

Halfway through the movie, Jess realized that she had no idea what was happening on the screen. Her mind was still across the lobby, in the washroom stall. I can't believe what I just did, Jess thought. Even worse, she could not believe that she had done that to Robert. He had a crush on her, and she betrayed him by fucking a stranger on their date. 

Worse still, she had enjoyed it. 

She looked over at Robert and at the other people in the cinema. 

Quietly, she reached over the armrest and placed her hand on his crotch. 

Startled, he jumped under her hand. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped. 

Good. It would be much more difficult for her to do this if he forced her to think about it. 

He watched closely as she slowly worked her hand back and forth, feeling the contours of him through the denim of his jeans. 

I hope this makes it up to him for earlier. 

Looking around, she began to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his pants. They had the back two rows to themselves, and with the inclination of the seating, there was no way that anyone in the lower levels would see what she was doing. Even so, wanted to act quickly, before she lost her nerve. 

She pulled his hardening dick out of his pants and gently stroked it. 

It's smaller than the other guys', she thought, though it did not matter at this point. 

She leaned forward, realizing that the armrest would make this more difficult than she had envisioned. 

"Jess, I don't know..." Rob stopped mid-sentence as her lips wrapped around his cock. He needed no more convincing, and he leaned back in his seat. 

Jess sucked feverishly as her head bobbed in his lap. The movie masked any sounds as Robert discretely fucked her mouth. It felt so wrong, but it did not matter. This is what she wanted, and this was the only way she could make things right. 

It did not take long for Robert's hands to find their way to the back of Jess' head, guiding her down deeper with each push. She knew he was close as she could feel his head swell in her mouth. 

A burst of semen hit the back of her throat, and she resisted the urge to cough. She continued to slide her mouth along the length of his shaft as shot after shot of warm cum coated her tongue. When he was finished, she licked him clean and fell back in her chair, swallowing his load—the second load she had taken in under an hour. 

After zipping his pants back up, the two sat in awkward silence and Jess stared at the screen as if nothing had happened. 

By the drive home, Jess' adrenaline was beginning to wear off and she wondered if she had made a mistake. The car ride was mostly quiet, as both occupants processed what had happened. 

"How much longer are you in town?" Jess asked as they pulled into the parking lot of her dormitory. 

"Just a couple of days," he said timidly. "I will be pretty busy for most of that time though. I might be free tomorrow afternoon if you want to do something though." 

"I have plans already," she lied. No point in making this more complicated than it has to be. I've already led him on. 

They said their farewells, and Jess returned to her room. 

She could not sleep that night, tossing and turning for hours. At 2:56am she heard a sound out in the hallway. Curious, she got up and moved towards the door. 

Looking through the peephole, she watched across the hall as her neighbor Mandy stumbled drunkenly to her door and struggled to unlock it. 

She thought back to the stories that Mandy had told her of daring exhibitionism and lust. Maybe I have more in common with her than I thought. 

Now more than ever, Jess wanted to go across the hall and tell her friend what she had done. Perhaps getting it off her chest would help her sleep. She hesitated for several minutes before making up her mind. 

In a t-shirt and pajama pants, she stepped out into the hall. If I am going to do it, I better go before she goes to bed. 

On tiptoes she moved towards her neighbor's door. She raised her hand to knock but stopped suddenly as a strange sound caught her attention. It was muffled, and Jess pressed her ear to the door. 

There was no denying the source as she listened to the sound of her friend's moans. 

Jess bit her lip and stood for what felt like an eternity. 

She held her breath as she knocked gently on the door and the moaning ceased. 

This is such a bad idea.



The Concert Ch. 03



Tina felt as though she had just drifted back to sleep when she was again awoken by the most delicious feelings coursing through her body. Again, someone was in her bed with her. As before it took a moment for her senses to register what was happening.

She was laying on her stomach and someone was behind her, stroking his cock between the cheeks of her ass. His hands were holding her wide open and every time the head scraped against her asshole, a low moan slipped through her lips.

"It was nice of the other boys to leave you all lubed up," a low voice rumbled from behind her.

She didn't recognize the voice and before she could tell him to get lost, his cock head pushed inside her ass. She gasped loudly, surprised by his sudden action.

"Tyler came back down earlier today far too pleased with himself and I know Rick was just up here, so I thought I'd try my luck with you. And here you are, all ready," he grunted, pushing in halfway.

"Oh God," she gasped. She wasn't sure who was behind her, she hadn't recognized all of the guys downstairs earlier, and she knew she should be telling him off, making him stop, but his cock felt so good, all she could do was groan and push her ass up in the air for him.

"Yeah, that's it baby," he laughed. His laughter turned to a groan of pleasure as his cock pushed in again, this time to the hilt. "Christ, you feel good!" he grunted, pulling back to drive back in again. "Oh yeah baby, your ass is so fucking hot!" he exclaimed, giving her cheek a slap.

Rhythmically he began pumping in and out of her, filling her ass with his cock. "Yeah, baby, that's it, give it to me," she urged him, tossing caution to the wind and welcoming this stranger's cock inside her. "Give it to me hard," she demanded, not caring that her ass was already sore from the fuckings she had received earlier.

He complied, driving deeply into her, his hips slapping against her ass. She could feel him spreading her cheeks and knew he was watching his cock sliding in and out of her stretched hole. "You like watching as you fuck me?" she gasped.

"Oh yeah," he muttered, his eyes fixed on her hole as he plowed into her. "I like watching my big cock stretching you wide."

Tina cried out her pleasure into her pillow as her body was overtaken by orgasms. "Yeah, cum for me baby, cum for me," he chuckled, plunging deeply into her, loving the feeling of her ass clenching around his cock as it ravaged her anal hole.

She was almost delirious with pleasure when he finally pushed in deep and with a loud groan, announced that he was cumming. "Oh yeah, baby, I'm cumming. I'm filling your ass with my cum!"

He stayed behind her for a moment before pulling his limp cock from her. "Thanks babe, that was great," he said, giving her a slap on the ass. Without another word he was gone. Not that it mattered much as Tina was already drifting back to sleep.

When she awoke next, it was morning and she was thankfully alone in her bed. The events of the previous night came flooding back to her with shocking clarity. "I'm such a slut," she moaned, covering her face with her hands.

"Really? Do tell," a voice spoke, startling her.

With a gasp, she sat up in bed to see Tyler sitting in a chair at her desk. "You think you're a slut because you let me fuck you again?" he asked.

I don't have to tell him about the others, she thought quickly before answering him. "I hardly let you. I didn't really have any say in the matter, either time," she stated, getting defensive.

"Then why do you feel like you're a slut?" he asked, his brow furrowing. "Oh I know. It must be because you also fucked Rick and Dan last night," he stated smugly.

"What makes you think I fucked them?" she asked warily.

"I saw them come up here last night. So unless you were discussing the weather or comparing stock portfolios, I would guess you fucked them," he replied, a smile teasing at his lips.

"Oh God," she moaned, flopping back down on the bed, her hands again covering her face. "It's all your fault, you know," she accused, sitting back up, suddenly angry. "If you hadn't fucked me at the concert, if you hadn't forced me, I wouldn't know how damn good it was!"

"But I just couldn't help myself. You were there, looking so hot and the opportunity was perfect, I couldn't pass it up. I've wanted your for so long, I couldn't help myself. And I don't like to think of it as forcing you, more like aggressive encouragement."

"Whatever," she groaned. "You've turned me into a slut."

"Oh, it's not really that bad, is it?" he asked, rising and approaching her bed.

Looking up at him, she declared, "Oh no you don't! Don't even think about it! I've been fucked enough in the last twenty-four hours. I'm way too sore! So just...go away."

Ignoring her protests, he sat on the edge of her bed and stroked her hair. "Do you really want me to go?" he said softly, staring into her eyes.

The lust she saw in his eyes was her undoing. "Well..." she hesitated.

Gently, he caressed her lower lip with his thumb, sliding it between her parting lips. Without taking her eyes off him, she eagerly sucked his thumb, swirling her tongue around it.

He breathed in deeply, watching her suck him. Slowly he withdrew his thumb from between her lips and standing, he unzipped his pants. She stared hungrily at his bulging crotch, watching eagerly as he lowered the zipper and tugged the pants to his hips. 

His large, erect cock sprang free and she quickly caught it in her hand, guiding it straight to her mouth.

He groaned loudly as she swirled her tongue around the head, sucking on it gently before sliding the length of it into her mouth. Staring down at her from between half closed lids he watched her take every inch of him until her nose was pressed against his belly. His hand clenched in her thick blond hair as she continued to deep throat him, quickly driving him to the brink of orgasm.

"Are you really too sore to fuck?" he groaned. "Even your pussy?"

"You want my pussy?" she purred, fisting him slowly. She drew back the blankets with one hand, spreading her thighs. Her hand slid down her belly and disappeared between the wet folds of her pussy. "You want to fuck me here?" she teased, her back arching slightly as she played with her clit.

"Yes," he gasped, staring at her hand, mesmerized as she pleasured herself. "I want you on your hands and knees, taking every inch of me," he growled, turning his eyes to hers, the usually pale blue having turned dark with desire.

Releasing his cock, she slowly rolled over and pulled herself up onto her hands and knees, arching her back. "Give it to me, baby. Fuck my hot cunt," she invited.

Moving slowly himself, he moved behind her, gently caressing her ass. "No spankings," she warned. "I've had enough of that for one night as well."

Disappointed, he trailed his fingers through her wet pussy, one finger easily sliding inside her. "You're so wet," he groaned, feeling how hot and ready she was for him.

"Give it to me," she urged. "Fuck me, baby."

He was enjoying hearing her ask for it, so only continued to finger her. "You want it? You want my cock in your hot slit?" he teased. Stroking the head of his throbbing dick through the her dripping folds felt so could he could barely stand it, but he wanted her begging for it.

"Yes, yes, I want your cock inside me. Give it to me!" she demanded.

He slid only the head inside her. "Is that what you want?" he asked, smiling wickedly.

Suddenly she spun about and grabbing his shoulders he pushed him backwards on the bed. She quickly moved over his body, straddling his hips. Before Tyler knew what was happening she had guided his cock to her hungry opening and slid down on it with a loud, satisfied groan.

Grinding against his hips with her head thrown back, she muttered, "Now that's what I want. Oh yeah, that feels good."

She leaned over him, her breasts brushing his face and began to fuck him, slowly but deeply. Reaching for her tits, he guided a dark pink nipple to his mouth and sucked hard, nipping with his teeth.

"Mmmmm...yes, that's it," she sighed, her pace quickening. Soon she was sitting up and pumping up and down quickly, her tits bouncing on her chest, her hair flying wildly.

Tyler lay back in awe, watching this beautiful young woman fucking him so passionately. His cock was ready to explode but he waited until she cried out and ground down on his hips, her thighs squeezing him tightly as her orgasm roared through her. With a loud groan he let go and filled her clenching pussy with cum.

She collapsed against him, her body slick with sweat, her breathing heavy. He could feel her heart pounding wildly as her breasts pressed against his chest.

Rolling off of him, she gasped, "Sorry about that, I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to have you inside me."

"Next time I want to tease you, I'll have to remember to tie you up first," he joked, pulling her close to him.

"Mmmmmm...that could be fun," she smiled. "Just give me a couple of days, OK?" she asked, her hand trailing down his stomach to his limp cock, stroking it gently. Feeling it stir in her hand, she slid down his body. With his hardening organ poised at her lips, she purred, "I would love to beg for your big dick in my ass."

He groaned, images of her tied up, begging for him to fuck her flooding his mind as her warm mouth closed around his cock. 



The Concert Ch. 03



As she let her guests into her apartment, Amanda was struck by how sexually-charged the moment was. Both Jason and Danielle were flushed, as if they'd been getting off just outside her front door. Amanda couldn't imagine how that might be the case, they'd just left the concert a short while before, where Jason was secretly making love to HER. Was he still so turned on from their encounter? It WAS one of the hottest sexual experiences of her life. She looked closely at him. Yes, he was clearly turned on. She could see his long cock stretching to his hip under his jeans. There was a sexual energy in the air that was palpable. 

The two guests entered the apartment, a corner unit with windows along two walls. It was tastefully furnished, not fancy, but comfortable. Big pillows lined the luxurious rug. A balcony overlooked the pool outside. 

"You have a pool. Cool." Jason said, taking a drink from his tequila and seven.

"Yep. And a hot tub. It's locked up after ten but I know a secret way in." Amanda gave a mischievous smile.

"You got it wired. Nice." Jason smiled.

Danielle was looking at Amanda's CDs. 

"I like your music collection," she said, pulling one out from the shelf.

"Put on anything you want," Amanda said. "Some mood music."

"Mood music. Hmmm. Let's see."

She pulled out a CD and plopped it into the machine. A sensuous melody and rhythm poured from the speakers. Danielle began to sway to the music.

"Sade. Nice. I can see what YOU'RE in the mood for," she said with a grin. 

The music played sensuously: "I am in the wilderness. You are in the music"

Amanda and Jason watched Danielle move to the music. Rotating her hips slowly, sensuously. She had full, round breasts and long blonde hair. Her jeans, faded and torn, were skin tight and showed off her perfect ass. She was simply exquisite.

"Come. Let's play a game," said Amanda. She grabbed the bottle of tequila and three shot glasses off the table. The three of them sat on the rug, facing each other. 

"What are we playing?" asked Jason.

"It's kind of a truth game. It's called "Share or Shot". You have to answer a question truthfully or you have to take a shot. If you DO answer the question, then the others have to take shots."

"Okay," said Jason, glancing at Danielle. "I'll give it a try."

"Good. OK, I'll go first," Amanda said. "To show you how it's done. Ask me a question."

Jason and Danielle looked at each other. 

"How old are you?" Jason said, uncertainly.

"No, it has to be something personal," Amanda answered. "You know--revealing."

Jason looked over at Danielle. Danielle spoke up.

"OK, I've got a question." She turned to Amanda. 

"When was the last time you had sex?" Danielle asked with a crooked smile. 

"Good one," Amanda said, approvingly. "Let's see. That would be...about an hour ago."

Danielle raised her eyebrows. So, Amanda WAS telling the truth. She had watched Jason and her doing it at the concert.

Amanda poured the tequila into two shots.

"You guys have to take a shot. Go on. Drink up."

Danielle and Jason downed the brown liquid in one motion.

"OK. Your turn," Amanda said, turning to Danielle. "Tell the truth or take a shot."

She looked over at Jason. Jason spoke up.

"When was the last time YOU had sex?"

Amanda interrupted: "No, no. You can't repeat questions." She paused. "I've got it. When was the last time you...had an orgasm?"

Jason smiled. This was going to be fun.

Danielle looked at both of them with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"About an hour ago," Danielle said, matter of factly.

"Wait," Jason said, confused. "But that was..." Jason couldn't figure out how that was possible.

"Interesting. OK, we have to drink." She and Jason downed their shots.

"OK, your turn," said Amanda, nodding to Jason.

She and Danielle looked at each other, conspiratorially. Amanda leaned over and whispered in Danielle's ear. They both laughed.

"OK, OK," Amanda said. "When was the last time you...had a threesome!"

The women burst out laughing. Jason blushed. 

"Oh my god, I think we hit a nerve," Amanda teased.

"I refuse to answer on the grounds it might embarrass me," said Jason, shaking his head. 

"Then you have to chug! Share or shot. That's the rule!"

"OK, I'll take my poison," he replied. He took the bottle and took a healthy swig of tequila right from the bottle.

"So, Jason," asked Danielle, seriously. "When WAS the last time you had a threesome?" 

The women laughed again.

"Well, truth be told," he said, sheepishly. "I've never HAD one."

"Really?" said Amanda with mock amazement. "Well, Danielle, we might have to remedy that, won't we?"

They all laughed and Jason blushed some more.

Around and around they went. Asking questions, taking shots. In a short time, they were tipsy and laughing hysterically.

"Hey!" said Amanda. "Let's go swimming!"

Danielle and Jason looked at each other.

"Um," said Jason, "you know I forgot to pack my bathing suit."

"Oh, you can wear your underwear, prude," Amanda scoffed. "Come on Danielle. You can borrow one of mine."

She took Danielle by the hand and into her bedroom. Jason's head was spinning. What have I fallen into this time, he thought to himself.

"I've got one that would look cute on you," said Amanda, pulling a string bikini out of her drawer. Rather than leave the room, she just leaned against the wall, watching Danielle.

"Go ahead," Amanda said. "It's just us girls."

Danielle started to unsnap her jeans. She wasn't exactly used to undressing in front of strangers, but Amanda had a way of making her feel like they were already friends. 

She kicked off her sandals. She pulled down her jeans, revealing her tight, round ass and the skimpiest thong. She could feel Amanda's eyes on her.

"Cute", said Amanda, approvingly.

Danielle turned to the mirror and started to pull her sweater over her head. She could see Amanda behind her, watching her every move. She dropped the sweater on the floor. Under her sweater was a sheer blouse. She slowly pulled in up over her head. She was wearing a lacy bra that pushed up her full breasts.

Watching Amanda watching her, she reached back and unfastened the clasp on her bra. She slipped it from her shoulders. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, with pink, pert nipples. She pulled her thong down and kicked it off.

"You have a beautiful body," said Amanda, softly. 

"Thanks," Danielle answered. "Now where's that suit?"

Amanda was holding it in her hand. 

"Oh," she went to hand it to Danielle. "Here. Let me help you put it on."

She stood behind Danielle. They were both looking in the mirror. Danielle in her full nakedness. Amanda reaching her arms around her, standing close. 

"You know," Amanda said, "I asked that question but I already knew the answer." 

Danielle looked at her in the mirror, puzzled.

"The last time you had an orgasm," Amanda said, smiling. "I was watching you at the concert. It made me very hot."

Danielle was somehow unsurprised.

"Well, I was watching the two of you," she confided. "And THAT was incredible."

Amanda smiled. "Well, there you go. We have something in common, don't we."

Amanda reached around her, while Danielle watched her, and put the bikini top on. Feeling her hands on her breasts, Danielle felt her pulse quicken. Being dressed by another person was so intimate, so sexy. She could feel Amanda's body against her bare back, her breath on neck. When she had put on the bikini top, it covered Danielle's nipples and not a whole lot more. Her breasts spilled out above, and below, the suit. She looked voluptuous.

"I think it's a little small for you," said Amanda with a smile. She took the thong bottom and helped slide it up Danielle's long, tan legs, her fingers brushing softly against her skin. She slowly slipped it between her cheeks, letting her fingers linger on Danielle's luscious ass.

"Let's look at you," said Amanda, taking a step back. 

Danielle twirled. She looked incredible with big, high-sitting breasts, bursting out of her suit.

"Aren't you going to change too?" Danielle asked.

"Oh, no. I'll wear this and then swim au naturel," said Amanda with a wave of her hand. She reached in her closet and pulled out a terrycloth robe. 

"Here," she said, handing the robe to Danielle, "you'll want this. It's cold."

The two women started for the door.

"Amanda," Danielle said, stopping her. "I like you and I don't want to do anything to step on your toes. If you and Jason are...together. Then just let me know."

Amanda smiled and put her hand on Danielle's cheek. 

"Don't worry about it. The three of us are friends. That's all."

Then she leaned in, kissed Danielle gently on the lips, and walk out the door. 

In the living room, Jason was finishing his drink.

"Come on!" Amanda said as she led them out the side door towards the pool.

Outside, Amanda ran like a gazelle across the darkened lawn. Jason and Danielle followed. They felt like they were in a prison break, ducking from the searchlights. They got to a gate which was locked. Amanda used a nearby tree to lift herself on top of the fence, and then dropped to the other side. Jason followed and helped Danielle over in her flowing robe. He glimpsed her gorgeous body under her robe. Wow, he thought to himself.

The pool area was dark and secluded and they crept stealthily to the corner where the hot tub was located. It was illuminated by underwater lights and was sending plumes of steam up into the night air. Amanda reached down to feel the water.

"Perfect!" she said. She lifted up her kaftan and pulled it over her head. She was completely naked underneath. She had slim hips and pert breasts with small, upstanding nipples. She slipped into the water.

Danielle followed suit, dropping her robe in a heap, and stepping into the water. Jason was awestruck by the two gorgeous creatures in his presence. He could feel his cock starting to stiffen.

The girls were standing in the tub, facing him, their breasts illuminated in a lovely glow.

"Your turn, Jason," said Amanda, smiling.

He could see they were watching him. And it turned him on to feel their eyes on him. Christ, don't get a woody. He pulled off his shirt. His bare chest was athletic, lean, and rippled. He removed his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans. he pulled down his pants and stood before them in only his shorts. His cock pressed against the fabric.

The women waited in anticipation. 

Jason hesitated. He could stay in his shorts or he could take them off and slip quickly into the water. He decided to do the latter. The women watched as he turned his back to them and hesitantly pulled down his underwear. His ass was gorgeous, hard and muscular. He knew they were watching him and it made his heart pound. His cock was hanging big and long, swelling with blood. He took a breath and turned around. He could see the women staring at his cock. He slowly slipped into the water. 

While Jason had cum once that night, while fucking Amanda from behind at the concert, he had not cum the second time they did it. Then, when Danielle was in the car with him, she was so sexy, their conversation was so hot, he got incredibly turned on. He was, simply, still horny as hell. 

Danielle had noticed Jason and Amanda standing next to her at the concert, wrapped in a blanket, clearly doing it. She could see Jason pumping her from behind; she could see the ecstasy on Amanda's face. She watched them for what felt like hours. They kept doing it. Fucking her. Pumping her. From behind. She was screaming. It was so hot Danielle had rubbed herself against the seatback in front of her, while they fucked, until she herself came. But it wasn't enough. She was still so fucking turned on. It was like three hours of foreplay. And now, she finds out that Amanda KNEW she was watching them. Maybe Jason knew too. That made her hot too. It made her long to be fucked. To feel a cock deep inside her. Jason's cock. Stroking her wet, hot pussy.

Amanda, meanwhile, had cum multiple times while Jason was fucking her. She was arching her back, with her legs spread, so he could penetrate her deeply. It felt so incredible. She had cum so hard she was literally screaming out, though no one could hear her because the music was so loud. She found Jason incredibly attractive--his face, his body, his personality. But she was equally attracted -- to Danielle.

Amanda had been bi-curious for some time. It was the real reason she had broken up with her longtime boyfriend. She said she wanted to experience life, but what she really wanted to experience--was women. 

As the three friends luxuriated in the hot tub, their minds were filled with complimentary, and contradictory, agendas. 

Amanda waded over to where Danielle was sitting at the edge of the hot tub. She slid in next to her, their thighs touching. 

"It feels nice, doesn't it? So relaxing. Want me to give you a backrub?" she asked.

"Mmmm, yeah," said Danielle lifting her hair on top of her head and turning her back to her. With her hands above her head, her breasts raised up above the water. Jason watched as Amanda started to slowly rub Danielle's shoulders and neck.

"I don't think you need this anymore," she said, untying the string that held her bikini top. It fell away and Danielle's bountiful breasts were exposed in all their glory. Jason could feel his cock growing longer, thicker.

After a while, Danielle asked Amanda if she wanted a backrub too. Amanda said yes and turned so she was half out of the water. She was glistening from her graceful back down to luscious curve of her ass. Jason watched Danielle move in behind and start to slowly rub her skin. 

Seeing the two naked women, their curvaceous bodies toned and wet, caressing each other...well, it was almost too much for him. He had to sit on the top of the hot tub steps, out of the water, to cool off. Yet, he couldn't keep his eyes off them. His cock, now fully exposed in the open air, had grown to its full length. It was literally steaming it was so hot.

Amanda turned and saw Jason sitting on the edge of the tub, watching them. She whispered something to Danielle and she, too, turned to look at him. They both smiled. He was fully exposed to them, his cock hanging straight, big and thick, hanging halfway to his knees.

"Do you like watching us, Jason?" asked Danielle. "Do you like watching Amanda and me naked? Touching each other?"

Jason just smiled. "That's a loaded question."

Danielle smiled and turned to face Amanda. She reached up and caressed her shoulders. Then she looked back at Jason. 

"Do you like Danielle's breasts?" Amanda asked, gently gliding her fingers over the cantalope sized bosoms. "See how perfectly shaped they are? How the nipples point up? I bet her nipples would get even bigger if I touched them. Can I, Danielle?"

"Ummm. Yes, I'd like that. As long as Jason doesn't mind. Jason, do you mind if Amanda makes my nipples hard?"

Jason gulped. "I don't mind."

Amanda stood behind Danielle. She reached around her and let her fingers slide over her nipples, gently caressing them, and letting them slip between her fingers. As Danielle moaned, she rolled them in the palms of both hands and tweaked them between her thumbs and forefingers. Then she held the underside of her full breasts and lifted them, as if offering them to Jason. Danielle's nipples were reaching out like ripe grapes.

"Doesn't she have beautiful breasts, Jason?" asked Amanda as she played with her nipples. "I think they look absolutely delicious. Don't you think they look delicious?"

Jason's cock was standing up now, rock hard and throbbing. He couldn't form any words. "Uh-huh".

"I wonder what it would taste like to suck them. Can I suck them, Danielle?"

Danielle looked at Jason and back at Amanda. "I'd love you to suck my breasts, Amanda." She looked back at Jason. "You don't mind, do you Jason?"

Jason just shook his head. 

Amanda slowly leaned down and brushed her lips over Danielle's gorgeous breast. Her pink tongue slipped out and found the area around her nipple. She let it slide over the hardness and then her lips were encased around it. She sucked hungrily. Danielle's head tilted back.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, that feel's so good," moaned Danielle. "Mmmmmmmm."

Jason's cock was now standing straight up, completely hard and throbbing. The head was big and bulbous.

Amanda held Danielle at the small of her back and she leaned backward, her breasts pointing to the sky. Her nipples were huge, her breasts pressing upward. Amanda's free hand reached down and slipped between Danielle's legs, her fingers finding the warm wetness.

"Her breast are truly delicious. Oh, Jason. You really MUST try. Can Jason try sucking on your breasts Danielle?"

"Oh, yes" she panted. "I want him to."

In a flash, Jason was in the water and next to them. He took Danielle's arching body in his hands and planted his fleshy lips on her hardened nipple. He sucked it with relish. Danielle moaned loudly.

Amanda could see Jason's erect cock extending straight upward. So big, the swollen tip reached well above the water line.

Amanda slipped behind Jason, her breasts pressing against his muscular back. She reached around and stroked his strong thighs. Then the inside of his thighs. Then her hands found his cock. 

She started to stroke him. Up and down. Slowly up and down. Her voice was soft and sexy.

"Danielle wants you to fuck her, Jason. She wants you to take this big, beautiful cock of yours and slide it into her. Don't you, Danielle?" 

"Oh yes," she whispered. "Yes, I want that."

"Lift her up. That's it. Feed on her breasts. Suck them while I lick her. Mmmmm. Yes."

Amanda's tongue had found the luscious folds between her legs. She was creamy and hot. Her tongue sank deep into her wetness, then flicking her clit.

Danielle was breathing heavily now.

"Fuck me, Jason" she moaned. "I want you to fuck me the way you fucked her."

Jason was puzzled for a moment. How had she known that? Had Amanda told her? Was she aware all the time they were fucking at the concert?

Amanda was pushing Jason to the edge of the tub. He was holding Danielle in his arms. Amanda turned him and positioned him so that Danielle had her back to him. She pushed them gently back until Jason was laying on the steps, Danielle laying back against him, her round ass pressed against his big cock. Danielle rocked her hips so he slid between her cheeks, stroking him.

"I want you to fuck me," Danielle moaned. "From behind. Like this."

She slowly lifted herself up and Amanda guided his cock so it reached between her legs. He put his strong hands around her torso and lifted her close to him.

"Yes, I want it from behind." she moaned. "Like that."

Amanda was in front of the two of them, watching them. Her hand was massaging Danielle's pussy, keeping her on the very edge of orgasm. 

Amanda guided his big cock to her now dripping wet pussy. 

"Yes," Danielle moaned. "Put it in me. I want you inside me." She sounded almost desperate.

Jason slowly lowered her onto his cock. It penetrated her like a hot knife through butter. 

Amanda watched as her glistening pussy encompassed his tool.

Jason started to raise and lower her, slowly, on his throbbing cock. She moaned every time he entered her. Amanda was stroking his muscled thighs, her face just inches away, watching his big cock slide in and out of her wet pussy. It was hypnotic.

As Danielle's moans grew louder, and Jason increased the pace, Amanda grew more turned on. Her hand found her own pussy, sinking her fingers deep inside. She was amazed by how wet she herself was. She put her face right next to his cock as it entered her. Then, her tongue was out. She was licking his cock, sliding it over the length of his hardness as it became exposed. Then, she was licking her clit. From his cock to her clit. Over and over. 




The Concert Ch. 03



Now, both Danielle and Jason were moaning loudly.

Amanda licked them, voraciously. Up and down, his cock and her clit. She was devouring them. It was sending them both over the edge. He started pumping her faster. With one hand in her own pussy, her other hand found Jason's balls and started to massage them. He let out a groan. She was kissing his cock now. Then licking and kissing her pussy. Her mouth found Danielle's clit and she sucked the swollen flesh between her lips.

It was too much for Danielle and she came with a violent rush, shuddering and shaking as her pussy contracted around his huge cock. Her orgasm was all-consuming, like a tidal wave that keeps coming and coming. All that sexual tension was released in one glorious flood. Her body convulsed as she grinded her pussy against him, taking him as deep as he could go.

Then, it was his turn. He pumped his pelvis upward, penetrating her deeply. Over and over. He thrust hard, and deep, and held it there as he tipped over the edge. As Amanda held his balls she could feel his orgasm rise up and explode through his cock. She was sharing in both his and her pleasure. As if she was deep inside Danielle, fucking her. As if she could feel Jason spraying his warm seed deep inside her. 

Jason held her, totally spent, his head spinning. Danielle, all but passed out, was draped like a ragdoll over his broad chest, enjoying the glorious oblivion of la petite morte. 

As for Amanda, she was just getting started.



The Concert Ch. 04



As Amanda led Jason and Danielle back to her apartment, she felt a mixture of both exhiliration and satisfation. She had helped Danielle live her fantasy, and she'd come closer to realizing a fantasy of her own.

Just hours before, in the darkened amphitheatre, surrounded by thousands of concertgoers, Danielle had watched as Amanda lay back against Jason, her legs spread, covered by a blanket, riding him. To everyone else, she was simply sitting in his lap, her head laying on his shoulder, his lips on her neck. To anyone who might have noticed them, they were just watching the concert, cuddling. Everyone, that is, except Danielle. 

Danielle had the seat next to them, a total stranger, but she knew what was happening under that blanket. She had been watching them all night. SHE could see what was going on. And God how it turned her on. The way he touched her. Running his hands running over her body. The way he pumped his pelvis into her. She could see Amanda raising and lowering, almost imperceptibly. He must be penetrating her completely. 

And even though Danielle was trying to be discreet, Amanda knew she was watching them. She watched her sneak her sidelong glances, her furtive looks. And Amanda liked it. She liked it a lot. It made her so hot, knowing Danielle was watching. Amanda could tell it was making Danielle hot too, and that was making her eveen more aroused. That's why, when she and Jason were seated, her back laying against his chest, SHE had purposely parted the blanket. SHE had given Danielle the glimpse that had haunted Danielle -- the glimpse of Jason's hard cock entering her wet, glistening pussy. 

And then seeing Danielle rubbing against the seat in front of her, getting herself off right next to her, while her own orgasm crested and overwhelmed her, that was unforgettable. I made her hungry, Amanda thought, and then I let her feast. 

Amanda had long been attracted to women as well as men but she had never acted on it. Perhaps she lacked the courage, or maybe it was just a lack of opportunity. In the back of her mind she knew that while she was fucking Jason, while she rocked her hips to take him deep inside her, she was somehow fucking Danielle too.

Back in the apartment, Amanda put on some coffee and made some toast and jam for the others to snack on. She set the plate on the coffee table and poured the coffee. 

"I'm going jump into the shower," Amanda said.

"Okay," answered Danielle, watching her as she walked to the bedroom. 

Jason looked over at Danielle. He was bare-chested, wearing only his jeans. She was in Amanda's silk robe. She looked radiant.

"How are you doing?" Jason asked. 

"Fine. I'm having a great night," she answered. 

"Good," Jason said. "I'm having an unbelievable night." 

Danielle laughed. "I would think you are."

Amanda was in the shower, letting the warm water spray against her breasts. Her body was still super sensitive, and it felt wonderful. She was thinking about how the night had unfolded, the concert and what had transpired since. The encounter with Jason in the amphitheatre had been a peak sexual experience for her. Yet now, in retrospect, it seemed as if it was mere foreplay for what was to follow. Watching Jason and Danielle in the hot tub, these two gorgeous people having hot, sweaty sex -- right next to her -- that was something that aroused a deep passion within her. It made her feel a hunger beyond anything she'd felt before. 

Amanda had never been part of a threesome before. Yet it was something she thought about. A lot. When she lay in bed at night, and her fingers found their way into her warm, wet pussy, it was images of a threesome that fueled her fantasies. 

When she had gone to arts camp two summers before, she had shared a dorm room with a beautful girl named Isabelle. She was French and had gorgeous cat eyes and the most beautiful body Amanda had ever seen, with slender hips and perfect, round breasts. Amanda and Isabelle became fast friends and Amanda would notice how every guy seem to notice her wherever they went. 

Isabelle had a boyfriend back in the city, an Italian guy who was studying sculpture at the university. His name was Franco and he had dark curly hair and bedroom eyes. Amanda had seen his photo on Isabelle's laptop and he was incredibly hot. 

One time, Amanda was studying in their room, wearing her earbuds, when the music stopped. Before she could pick a new file to play, she overheard Isabelle talking to Franco on her cell phone. She could tell immediately it was one of "those" conversations. Isabelle's voice was soft and intimate. Isabelle obviously thought no one could hear her. Amanda's finger was frozen over the iPod. She knew she shouldn't eavesdrop, but she couldn't help herself. 

It was immediately clear that Isabelle and Franco had a very open and expressive sex life. It was amazing how free and unihibited Isabelle was with him. She had no problem telling him EXACTLY what he was going to do to him when they were next together. Amanda held perfectly still, pretending to study, as her heart pounded and her pussy dripped with desire. 

Isabelle would count the days until Franco finally came for a visit. She laughed about being so horny she'd end up "raping him" when he finally showed up. Then, late one Friday night, the day at last arrived. Amanda was in bed when she heard Isabelle quietly open the door to their dorm room. It was well after midnight. He was with her.

Isabelle and Franco were trying to be very quiet, whispering and closing the door gently. They didn't turn on the light -- they obviously thought Isabelle was asleep. Amanda lay perfectly still, her heart pounding. She didn't know whether to let them know she was still awake, and after a while it seemed too late to say anything. So she just lay there, perfectly still, pretending to be asleep. She could hear them whispering to each other "is she asleep?" "yes, I told you! Shhh!"

Amanda lay in bed watching them, afraid they'd hear her heart, it was pounding so hard. They began to undress. Her eyes were accustomed to the dark so she could see them clearly. Isabelle's long, luscious body, her perfect upturned breasts. He had a muscled physique, with strong arms and tight ass. He started kissing her immediately. The sound of lips on each other's skin was intoxicating.

Amanda watched as Franco lowered Isabelle onto the single bed. It was situated just ten feet from her own. She could clearly see their bodies pressing together. His -- muscular and taut. Hers -- supple and soft. She watched him kissing her again and again, on the neck, and on her breasts. His lips lingered on her nipples, suckling them, and they stood up from the attention. He kissed down her tummy and she arched her body with pleasure. Amanda felt her own pussy start to throb.

He knelt on the floor beside the bed, his back to Amanda, and slowly spread Isabelle's legs. He started kissing the inside of her thighs starting at the knees and slowly working his way up. Amanda could hear Isabelle's breath quickening as Franco worked his way back and forth, from one inner thigh to the other. Amanda could see the look of sheer pleasure on Isabelle's face and Franco's strong back and luscious ass, but she couldn't see where he was kissing her exactly. She just knew he was getting closer and closer to finally dipping his tongue into her pussy. 

Amanda held her breath, unblinking, until Isabelle gasped and she knew his tongue found the wet folds between her legs. That's when Amanda's fingers found her own pussy. It had never been so wet.

Amanda fingered herself as she watched Franco lick her pussy for the longest time. Listening to her soft moans, she imagined herself in Isabelle's place, with one hand in Franco's thick, curly hair while the other brushed her hard nipples, felt her full lips, and reached high above her head. She was so beautful -- like a Botticelli, albeit an X-rated one. Amanda watched Isabelle intently, her head tilted back, her mouth open -- a portrait of pure pleasure. Amanda let her fingers slide inside her own pussy as she watched this beautiful creature experience a glorious, prolonged orgasm. 

Only then, did Franco lift his head and move up to kiss her deeply on the lips. 

Amanda watched as Isabelle raised herself and steered Franco onto his back. They were reversing positions and Isabelle was now straddling him. She let her long hair graze his chest and stomach. She flung it back and began to kiss his beautiful, hard chest. She worked her way down his stomach and kissed all around this hips, and thighs, and stomach. Zeroing in for kill. 

Once again, Amanda's view was obscured -- she could see Franco laying back against her pillows, his broad shoulders and chiseled chest, and Isabelle's backside, her slender, graceful back and perfectly-shaped ass. But she couldn't see anything below Franco's waist, because Isabelle was in the way. Then, she saw Isabelle's head moving over his crouch, and Franco let out a long sigh, and she knew she'd found her prey. 

Franco was letting out soft moans while Isabelle started to work on his cock with her mouth. Amanda was struck by how energetically Isabelle was sucking him. Her head was not just bobbing up and down, but it was circling and attacking it from all angles. It was as if her entire face, no her whole body, was giving him a blow job. She undulated as she took him into her mouth. It was obviously having its desired effect because Franco's breathing became fast and his muscled chest heaved.

Then, Isabelle lifted her head and lay next to Franco, resting on her elbow. Her right hand held his fully erect cock so it stood straight up in the air. It was the first time Amanda had seen Franco's cock.

"I can't believe how big you are," Isabelle whispered.

"I am big because of you," he answered softly. "I miss you so much." 

Amanda's eyes were trained on Franco's cock. It was long and hard, glistening. Isabelle slowly stroked it, then leaned over and ran her tongue over the tip and took the swollen head into her mouth. She let it go with a smack. He moaned.

"You like that, baby?" she cooed. 

"Mmmmm, Carissima." 

Amanda watched as Isabelle leaned over him again and took the tip in her mouth, her eyes fixed on his. She slowly lowered her head, taking the long shaft into her mouth and throat. Slowly she slid back up and licked the tip and released it with a smack. 

He moaned. 

"Oh, how I've missed this, baby," she whispered. "I've wanted to have this inside me so much."

She gave his cock another long, slow suck and seemed to really squeeze it with her mouth. She released it with another smack.

"I'm so wet right now, baby," she gasped. "You get me so fucking wet. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me now, baby."

Franco reached out and wrapped is strong arm around her and pulled her to him. He kissed her deeply and lay her on her back under him. Amanda watched Isabelle wrap her legs around him and guide him to her. When he pushed himself inside her she let out a cry that Amanda felt deep in her own body. She pushed three fingers into her own pussy, pretending it was Franco. 

Amanda watched him start to pump her rhythmically, his tight and muscular ass working like a piston. Everytime he pressed into her, Isabelle let out a soft moan, a moan of such pleasure Amanda felt it too. Soon Franco was moaning as well, pressing even further inside her, making her moan louder. 

Amanda pressed her fingers deep inside her pussy, while her thumb found her now swollen clit. She pleasured herself in sync with the two lovers. She gazed on Franco's beautiful naked body as it moved on top of her. Isabelle had her hands on his ass, gripping both cheeks, pulling him inside her. They were two creatures joined, moving in perfect unison. Isabelle lifted her knees and spread herself wide, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. Amanda did the same.

Franco reached down and lifted her legs so they rested on his shoulders. He pressed deep into her and she cried out. He thrust again, sinking his cock deep inside her, and again Isabelle cried out. He began slowly quicken the pace, sliding his long cock all the way in, and almost all the way out, before plunging all the way in again. It was hypnotizing. He picked up the pace, starting to pierce her with quick, lightning strokes. Amanda could tell from her thrashing that Isabelle was close to coming. Amanda's fingers worked her clit. She could hear the sound of Franco's cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. As wet, it seemed, as her own.

"I can't believe how deep you're going," Isabelle gasped. "Oh, baby, don't stop. I'm going to come."

"Si, come for me baby. You are so beautiful when you come."

As Isabelle climaxed yet again, Amanda feverishly fingered her own clit, on the brink of her orgasm. But she couldn't quite go over the top, for fear of them hearing.

After a few moments, she heard Isabelle whispering again. 

"Your turn, baby. I want YOU to come now. I want you to fill me up with you cum. Do you want to do me from behind, baby? I know you like to come that way."

"Si," he said, breathily.

She quickly moved to her hands and knees, facing away from him. She spread her arms and legs, bracing herself. She arched her back so her pussy was raised and open to him. Amanda could see it was swollen and glistening. 

"Put your big cock right in here, baby" she growled, reaching back to slide her finger into her wet pussy. 

He slowly moved up behind her and holding the tip of his cock just outside her dripping pussy. Amanda watched as he slowly rubbed in against the wet folds and over her clit. She thought she would faint in anticipation. Then, with one thrust, he slid the entire length of his cock into her waiting pussy.

Isabelle let out an almost desperate cry. She put her head down on the bed, keeping her pussy high in the air. 

"That's it, baby. Fuck me like that. I know you like it like this."

He took her hips into his hands and started to thrust into her, deeply and slowly. Amanda could clearly see his long, hard cock spreading her pussy and sinking into it. Isabelle moaned each time he buried his cock in her.

"Ohhhhh, baby" she cried. "You go so deep. No one ever's gone that deep."

He started to pump her harder, with lightning strikes, faster and faster. He pulled her back against his cock, grinding his full length into her. She cried out once again. Amanda was working her own pussy with two hands now.

He pressed her down to her stomach. Her hands were out in front of her, bracing against the wall. Her back was arched, her ass raised, to accept him deeply. He never stopped pumping her. 

"Carissima," he moaned. "I want-a you come with me. I want you touch-a your clit."

"What baby?" Isabelle gasped.

Amanda was burying her fingers deep in her pussy, imagining Franco's cock was in her.

"Rub-a your clit. I want-a you to come with me."

And Isabelle did as she was told. Reaching between her legs and finding her clit as Franco pumped her with deep, penetrating thrusts. 

And Amanda did as SHE was told -- spreading her lips with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other, with lightning fast strokes.

And then Franco felt the electricity surge through his limbs and gather in his groin, exploding through his cock with a stream of cum spraying deep inside Isabelle's gorgeous body.

And both Isabelle and Amanda, their eyes rolling back in their heads, felt the sensation peak and their bodies shudder as it crested like a tidal wave, consuming them both at the same time. They came, both of them, with complete and total ecstasy. For Amanda, it was the greatest orgasm she had ever experienced.

In the moments that followed, all one could hear was the heavy breathing of not two, but three, people who had enjoyed complete sexual satisfaction. Amanda lay in her bed and looked at the moon outside the window. She sensed this was the beginning of something important in her life. But what?

"Do you want to join us?" It was Isabelle's voice. "I want the three of us to make love. Come." Amanda looked over and Isabelle was reaching her arm out to her, smiling.

But, of course, Isabelle had never actually uttered those words. Nor had she reached out her hand to Amanda. Instead, Amanda lay in silence, too scared, too inhibited to say or do anything. In fact, Amanda never said anything at all to Isabelle about what happened that night. And Amanda regretted it immediately and ever since. 

Amanda relived this moment again and again in the months following, and it was these images she pictured as she stood in the shower, feeling the warm water caressing her breasts. She was filled with a determination to not let her life slip away like that again. 

In fact, her fingers had slipped between the folds of her pussy when she saw the door to the bathroom open and a figure enter. The shower curtain slid slowly open.

That Jason is insatiable, she thought to herself.

A bare leg was visible. A woman's leg. It was Danielle.

"I hope you don't mind," said Danielle, stepping into the shower. "I wanted to rinse the chlorine off."

"Of course not," said Amanda. "Come in."

Danielle stepped into the tub, naked. Amanda was struck again by the incredible beauty of this woman. Her body was exquisite. Amanda gave her room so the warm water covered her body.

"Mmmmm. Feels good," Danielle said closing her eyes.

"It does, doesn't it." Amanda picked up the bar of soap and started to work up a lather. She began to wash Danielle's back.

"Amanda?"

"Yes?"

"You're an amazing person."

Amanda laughed. "Why is that?"

"I don't know," Danielle said thoughtfully, taking the bar of soap and applying it to Amanda's back. "You're just...a truly generous person." 

"Why?" she laughed.

"The way you ... shared Jason with me...You're not selfish. That's...unusual."

Amanda paused to ponder this. She HAD shared Jason with her. But it didn't feel to her like she gave up anything. On the contrary.

"I knew how much you wanted him," Amanda answered. "Wanted to feel him inside you." She lightly touched Danielle's face. "I wanted you to have that."

Danielle looked into her green eyes. 

"Thank you," she said simply.

Amanda caressed her face and smiled.

"You're welcome."

Danielle rubbed the soap into a big sponge and lifted Amanda's hair. Amanda held her hair above her head as Danielle ran the sponge slowly over her neck and back. After a moment, Danielle spoke. 

"I feel like I got what I wanted, but what about YOU? When do you get what YOU want?"

Amanda's arms were up in air, holding her hair, and she suddenly felt exposed. Danielle was sponging her sides now, grazing against the sides of her breasts. The feeling was electric.

"Who says I haven't?" Amanda answered.

"No, I'm serious" Danielle said, softly. "I want to give YOU what YOU want most. I want to make YOUR fantasy come true."

Amanda breathed a heavy sigh. 

"OK," she said unconvincingly, turning and taking Danielle's hands in hers.

Danielle cocked her head slightly.

"So? What is it you want?"

Amanda looked away, confused. This wasn't easy for her. She was great at taking care of other people's needs, but when it came to herself, not so much. Especially on this subject.

"I want..." she said, hesitantly.

"Yes?" Danielle said, her eyebrows raised.

"I...want..." Amanda eyes searched the ceiling. Then she slowly ran her forefinger over her lips. Then she reached the same hand downward, along her stomach, between her legs.

Danielle THOUGHT she understood, but she wasn't positive.

"You want ..." she said, tentatively, "to be licked?" 

Amanda nodded, like a child unsure it was an okay thing to ask.

"I see," Danielle said simply, "you want Jason to eat you out?"

Amanda shook her head.




The Concert Ch. 04



She ran her finger slowly over Danielle's full, bee-stung lips. She instantly realized what she meant.

"You want ME to eat you out?" Danielle asked.

Amanda said, simply: "I want you...to make love to me...with your mouth."

Danielle was touched by how sweetly she put it.

"Amanda," Danielle said quietly. "I'd be happy to do that. I WANT to do that."

"You do?"

"Yes. I find you absolutely beautiful."

"You DO? I mean I'm not...like you..."

"Are you kidding?" Danielle said shaking her head. "When I saw you at the concert I thought you were one of the most beautful women there."

She gently slid her hands across Amanda's breasts and smiled. "You know, you're very beautiful when you come."

That struck a chord deep in Amanda's memory. She smiled warmly.

"The fact is," said Amanda "I've wanted it from the first time I saw you. For you to do that."

"Really?"

Amanda nodded.

"At the concert. You looked so gorgeous. And the way you were watching Jason and me...it made me so...incredibly...hot. I fantasized about you kneeling in front of me. And licking me. While I laid back him and he fucked me from behind." 

Danielle pictured it in her mind, and nodded. 

"That sounds really...really hot. That makes me excited just thinking about it."

"Really?" Amanda asked, skeptical.

"I'm serious!" Danielle protested. "Here. Feel." 

She took Amanda's hand and pressed it against her left breast. 

"Can you feel my heart? It's beating really fast. Here find my heartbeat."

She moved Amanda's hand slowly across her breast, her fingers sliding over her nipples. 

"And my nipples are hard. They always get hard when I get excited. Do you feel it?"

Danielle then took Amanda's hand in hers and guided it between her legs. 

"And feel how wet I am. And that's not from the shower either. It's because you're so beautiful, Amanda ... and so hot ... and you excite me. Do I excite you, Amanda?" 

"Oh, yeah" Amanda answered. "Very much."

"Let's see." Danielle smiled and put her hands on Amanda's breast and caressed it gently.

"Heartbeat. Check."

She leaned down and took Amanda's nipple between her lips, sliding her tongue over it. Amanda's body shuddered.

"Nipples hard. Check."

She rolled her index finger over the nipple and slowly traced it down Amanda's stomach, and to the edges of her pussy, letting it slip inside. 

"Mmmmmm. And pussy VERY wet. Check." She smiled. "I'd say we're on the right track."

Danielle took her by the hand, leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips. 

"Come. Let's dry off and go to the bedroom." 

She led her out of the shower and they started to dry one another. 

"What about Jason? How does he fit in to this scenario?" Danielle asked.

Amanda thought a moment. 

"I want him there too. That's the theme of the night, I guess. Threesomes?"

"Yeah, I guess it is. You and me and Baby makes three."

Amanda paused. That was the second time Danielle had said something that resonated with something deep in her memory. It made her feel good, as if this were a night to somehow rectify things. A new beginning.

"Yeah," said Amanda. "I want Baby to be part of this too."

Danielle turned to her. "But Amanda, promise me one thing."

"Sure."

"I want this to be about YOU. YOUR pleasure. I want to give you the sexual experience of your life. Like you did for me."

"OK. It's a deal."

With that, Danielle leaned forward and brushed her lips softly over Amanda's, their breasts lighly touching.

"Mmmmmm," purred Danielle. "Now, I'm getting all tingly just thinking about it..."

They wrapped the towels around themselves and stepped into the living room. Jason was relaxing on the couch. He looked at them quizzically.

"Come on, baby" said Danielle. "You're wanted in the boudoir."

Jason jumped up. 

"Maybe I should rinse off too?" he asked.

"Good idea," said Danielle. "Then join us in the bedroom."

Amanda led Danielle into the bedroom where a king-sized bed with a soft comforter awaited them. Amanda pulled back the comforter and the blanket to reveal vast expanse of soft, cotton sheet.

Danielle turned to Amanda and slowly removed the towel that was wrapped around her. She let it drop to the floor. Amanda's stood sway-backed, a beautiful dancer's body, her breasts standing firm and high, her nipples pointing upward. Her body was slender and beautifully shaped. Danielle let her eyes feast on her body and Amanda enjoyed it. She spun on her heels, playfully.

Amanda reached out and unfastened Danielle's towel and let it drop to the floor. Danielle had the body of a lingerie model. Full, perfectly-shaped breasts, a slender waist, and narrow hips. Her ass was firm and tight. She was, in a word, voluptuous. 

Suddenly, Danielle lept onto the bed, Amanda followed, and the two women laughed, laying on their sides facing each other. Their hands found each other's bodies and they were soon face to face, trading light kisses and gazing into each other's eyes.

"Have you done this before?" Danielle asked, excitedly.

"You mean -- before today?" Amanda laughed. "No, this is a day of firsts. For me anyway. How about you?"

"A little," Danielle admitted. "I mean, I'm mostly into guys but I had a phase when I was younger. You know what they say, 'no one knows a woman like a woman'". 

Amanda laughed. "Is that what they say? I guess it makes sense." Amanda felt her pussy getting wetter. 

Danielle ran her finger over Amanda's lips. "How about you. Guys exclusively?" 

"Yeah," Amanda sighed. "I guess. I kinda had a thing for my roommate once. But nothing happened." 

"Why not?" Danielle asked. "She wasn't into it?" 

"Well...she was very sexual," said Amanda. "But she had a boyfriend. An Italian guy. Really cute."

"You should of had a threesome with THEM."

"Believe me I thought about it! No, I was too...it wouldn't have worked."

"What was HE like?" Danielle inquired.

"Like a Greek God. Dark curly hair. Brown eyes. Great bod. Super sexy."

"Sounds a little like Jason," said Danielle, matter of factly.

Amanda paused. "Yeah. He was a lot like Jason actually." She laughed. "They both have nice cocks too."

Danielle squealed with laughter. "How do you know about his cock? Did you do him?"

"No, no," Amanda said, shaking her head. "But I gotta admit I thought about it a lot." They both laughed. "No, they used to do at night when they thought I was asleep."

"Ouch," said Danielle, sympathetically. "Sounds like torture." 

"Eh," said Amanda with a shrug. "It was an education." 

"What about your roommate" Danielle asked. "What was SHE like?" 

"Like you. Gorgeous. Great bod. Nice. Totally sexy."

Danielle looked at her with knit brows.

"Let me get this straight. He was like Jason. She was like me. They used to do in your room while you watched?"

"Well they didn't KNOW I was watching."

"Still!" Danielle thought a moment. "Did you fantasize about having a threesome with them?"

"Um...busted," said Amanda, sheepishly.

"Oh my God" said Danielle, triumphantly. "We totally have to seize this opportunity."

"What?"

"Don't you see? This is a once in a lifetime chance to live a fantasy."

"OK..." Amanda answered, unsure.

"Now, tell me what you fantasized about," said Danielle, digging.

"Huh?" 

"Come on. You said you fantasized about joining them in a threesome. What did you fantasize? I want details."

Amanda smiled and laid on her back. Danielle let her fingers trace the contours of her body.

"Well...I used to imagine he'd come to visit her and she'd be away and so ... I'd keep him company."

"Would he touch you like this?" she asked gliding her fingers over her nipples. Amanda's body twitched with excitement.

"Mmm-hmm. Like that."

"OK," Danielle continued. "What else?"

"I imagined she'd give him to me as a going away present. Just to experience."

"OK. Anything...wilder?" prompted Danielle.

"You mean...like...kinky?" asked Amanda.

"No," she answered, "I mean... like...interesting."

Amanda thought a moment.

"Well, there was one fantasy I used to have when I ... you know ... got myself off."

"Perfect. What was it?" said Danielle.

"Well...I would think about...or fantasize...you know..."

"C'mon. You can tell me."

"Well...when I used my vibe I liked to think about my roommate and me ... you know ... getting it on ... and then discovers us ... and he watches us ... and he gets so turned on watching us ... he just has to do us both."

"Now you're talking! That's great! So give me details."

"Let me think... well, it's just ... I mean in my fantasy ... they were BOTH so turned on by ME ... they... both... DID me ... Both of them ... At the same time."

"I understand," said Danielle. "And in your fantasy, did they they touch you here?"

Danielle let her fingers slide down her pubis and into the warm wetness of her pussy. Amanda closed her eyes and gasped.

"Oh yeah. They did."

"What else did they do?"

She had her eyes closed and her voice was breathless.

"Oh, she'd start by kissing me ... so soft ... so sweet ... and she'd lick my breasts ... and she'd suck my breasts ... and she'd feed me her nipples ... and I'd suck them ... and then ... oh god ... she'd lick my pussy ... her lips and tongue on my wet pussy ... ph she'd lick me so good ... and I'd lick her pussy ... and we'd do it at the same time ... and he'd watch us ... and he'd get so big watching us ... and I'd suck him.

She opened her eyes. "I mean, SHE'D suck him. Not me. Cause they were together."

Danielle smiled. "I know. I know. It's just a fantasy." She placed her fingers lightly over her eyes, closing them. "As you were saying. What'd HE do?"

"Let's see ... um, well, I know he would fuck me ... cause he was so good at fucking ... I mean REALLY good ... and his cock would fill me up ... he'd just spread me, and fill me ... and oh he'd move so nice ... and then she'd lick me ... while he fucked me ... they'd lick me and fuck me .... oh it'd make me so hot ... mmmm the way he moved ... the way she licked my pussy ... they'd keep doing it ... they wouldn't stop ... until I came ... and I'd scream ... they'd make me come til I screamed."

She opened her eyes and turned to Danielle.

"That's it," Amanda said quietly. "That was my fantasy."

Danielle look at her sweetly. "Thank you."

Amanda rolled towards her, their bodies touching. "You're so easy to talk to," she said. "I feel like we've been friends a long time."

"Me too," whispered Danielle.

"You know, I've never told my fantasies to anyone. I feel so close to you right now."

"Me too. I mean, I never have either. I think its a healthy thing. God knows it's a turn on..."

"Really? For you?" Amanda asked. "I thought it was just me."

"Are you kidding me?" said Danielle, breathily. "I'm so fucking hot right now."

They look at each other a moment and suddenly embraced, their lips joined. They kissed voraciously, their tongues finding each other's immediately. Their hands were moving frantiically, in each other's hair, feeling the soft skin of their bodies. Danielle wrapped her leg over Amanda's body and they scissored, pressing their bodies together. 

"Lick me, Danielle. I want you to lick me."

It was at this moment that Jason decided to enter the bedroom. He stopped in his tracks, staring at the two women attacking each other. Danielle noticed him out of the corner of her eye and held out her hand as if to say "stop." She pointed to the easy chair at the foot of the bed. Dutifully, Jason sat in the chair, as the scene before him unfolded. 

He must have wondered if he'd died and gone to heaven. What happened next would have convinced him that this in fact was so.



The Concert Ch. 05



Jason lounged in the Eames chair, a towel draped loosely over his sinewy legs, watching the two women, laying naked on the bed, grinding their bodies together. He had been told unambiguously (if silently) to sit and watch rather than to join in. He was happy to do so.

Amanda and Danielle were kissing passionately, with a fervor that caused Jason's heart to pound. Their hands were moving over each other's bodies, almost desperately, touching, caressing, exploring. It was as if a pent-up passion had been unleashed and had found its expression in one sudden outpouring.

The sound of their mouths, licking and smacking on each other's bodies, along with the soft moans from both of them, was hypnotic. As Jason sat riveted by their lovemaking, his cock began to lengthen. He took the towel from his lap and tossed it aside. 

Danielle was kissing Amanda's neck and whispering in Amanda's ear. Jason couldn't quite hear what she was saying.

"You're so beautiful, Amanda. I want to make love to you. Lay back now. Close your eyes." 

Amanda smiled and closed her eyes, laying on her back. Danielle started to lightly kiss her face, her neck, and shoulders. She got on her hands and knees and let her full breasts brush against Amanda's skin. She let out a girlish giggle.

"Tickles."

Danielle brushed her nipple across Amanda's cheek and brought it to her mouth. Her eyes closed, Amanda parted her lips and encircled it with her wet mouth and tongue.

"That's it. Suck it. Feels so good," Danielle whispered.

Amanda sucked the nipple into her mouth hungrily, pressing it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She could feel it hardening in her mouth, growing bigger and firmer. Danielle gently removed it, replacing it with the other. Amanda suckled it like a hungry baby.

As Jason watched, his cock hardened, stretching out long and resting against the side of his leg. He licked his lips, longing to be sharing their experience. 

Danielle replaced her nipple with her mouth, and kissed Amanda deeply. Then she began to kiss her neck and shoulders, using her tongue to trace the outline of Amanda's heaving breast. Amanda let out a soft moan. When her mouth found her nipple and caressed it, flicking it with her tongue, Amanda moaned again.

Danielle's lips and tongue played with Amanda's nipples until they, too, were standing up. Both women were in a heightened state of arousal, their nipples sticking out and up.

Danielle worked her way down Amanda's body, over her abdomen, and to the shaved area of her pussy. She was on her hands and knees, like an animal reaching down to feed, to lick, to explore. Jason had a clear view of Danielle's pussy; it was dripping wet. She was obviously loving this. So was he.

Danielle slowly parted Amanda's legs, and started to kiss the inside of her thighs. Amanda spread her legs as if to say "put your tongue here, please." Danielle took her time but then finally obliged, letting her warm tongue slide between the folds of her wet pussy. Amanda let out a loud moan and Jason felt a throbbing in his cock. 

Danielle glided her tongue slowly up and down her labia and over her clitoris, and then let it delve deep inside her hole, and out again. Over and over, her tongue repeated its circuitous route. Amanda was writhing now, her fingers in her mouth, her head thrashing side to side. 

After many minutes of this, Danielle paused, lifted her head and glanced behind her. Jason was sitting spread eagle, his arms gripping the arms of the chair, his cock big now, filling with blood. Danielle smiled and crept slowly to Amanda's side, whispering in her ear.

"Guess what? Baby's here. And he's been watching you. Watching me make love to you with my tongue. And he's so turned on. Look at him."

Amanda opened her eyes and raised herself onto her elbows. She could see Jason smiling at her, his long cock laying against his thigh.

"Do you want to give him a show? Drive him crazy?" Danielle whispered. Amanda looked at her and nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. "Come."

Danielle guided Amanda to the edge of the bed, right in front of Jason. She sat on the very edge while Danielle knelt on the floor at her feet. She slowly spread Amanda's legs revealing the wettest pussy Jason had ever seen.

While Amanda sat facing Jason, her legs spread, Danielle began to stimulate her clit with her tongue. She glided her tongue in an undulating fashion, so each time it entered her, it rubbed her clit. Amanda sat straight backed, looking right in Jason's eyes, one hand playing with her nipple, the other in her mouth.

Jason watched her, hypnotized.

Amanda started to gasp and moan each time Danielle's tongue brushed over her clit. She seemed to know exactly what would send bolts of electricity through Amanda's body. Amanda arched her back, her breasts thrust upward, her nipples big and hard.

Jason's cock flopped onto his stomach. It was as long as any Amanda had ever seen. Longer even than Franco's. 

Danielle worked Amanda's clit and she could tell her orgasm was approaching. Amanda moaned loudly, her breasts heaving. She lifted her hips to meet Danielle's face and tongue. 

Jason was licking his lips now, panting.

Danielle turned and glanced at Jason, then looked up at Amanda.

"Look at how turned on he is. From watching you. You turn him on so much."

She turned back to Jason.

"Doesn't she turn you on, Baby? Isn't Amanda hot?"

Jason could hardly talk. 

"Oh, yeah. Fuckin' hot."

Danielle turned to Amanda.

"Do you want him to touch himself? While he watches you? Do you want that?"

Amanda was heaving now. She nodded her head "yes" vigorously.

"Tell him. Tell him what you want him to do," Danielle whispered.

Amanda looked at Jason. She was breathing heavily.

"Baby. I want you take that big cock in your hand. Do it, baby."

Jason reached down and gripped his cock, raising it so it stood straight up. It was rock hard.

"Now, I want you to stroke it, baby. Stroke it for me. It's such a turn on. It'll make me come. You do want to see me come, don't you?"

Now it was Jason's turn to nod energetically.

Danielle turned to Amanda and smiled, then buried her face in Amanda's pussy. Amanda leaned back, her eyes fixed on Jason's cock. He was stroking it, pulling the skin down so the head swelled upward, the veins bulging.

Danielle held her tongue against Amanda's swollen clitoris and shook her head quickly from side to side. Amanda felt her orgasm rise and crest over her. 

As Jason stroked himself, Amanda's orgasm filled her body. He watched her body shake as pre-cum oozed out of the tip. When her orgasm finally subsided, she fell backwards onto the bed. Danielle crawled up beside her, her lips at her ear.

"You're so beautiful when you come," she whispered sensuously. Amanda smiled, her eyes closed. "So beautiful." She looked back at Jason. 

"Mmmmmm. Jason's so turned on by you. He's still big and hard. He didn't come yet. I'm hot too. You've got me so wet right now. Can we fuck you, Amanda? We both want to fuck you so bad."

Amanda let out a giggle, her eyes still closed. She nodded her head.

Danielle turned to Jason who was still stroking his rigid cock. 

"C'mon, baby. You're up."

Jason was on the bed in an instant, laying next to Amanda, on the other side of her from Danielle. His fingers lightly grazed across Amanda's tummy. She smiled.

"We're going to give Amanda a little treat," she cooed softly. "You and I are going to give her whatever it is she wants. It's all about her."

Jason nodded, understanding perfectly and ready to play his role -- whatever it might entail.

"Amanda said she likes her breasts to be licked. Shall we?"

With that, they lowered their heads and began to lick her breasts, sliding their tongues over her already hard nipples, and wrapping their lips around them. Amanda placed one hand behind each of their heads and pulled them to her breasts. She arched her back. They sucked and tongued her nipples while their hands glided up and down her body. The feeling was electric.

Danielle lifted her head and resumed her narrative, in a soft, whispering voice.

"We know you've been watching us. Watching us fuck. Touching yourself. It got us so excited. Knowing you were right there. All wet. And hot. We want you, Amanda. What do you want us to do?"

Amanda looked at Danielle, then at Jason. She thought a moment. 

"I want you and me to be on top."

Danielle and Jason looked at each other.

"Show us," Danielle said. "Show us what you want."

Amanda sat up and turned Jason over on his back. His cock stretched past his navel, long and thick. Amanda guided Danielle to Jason's head. She was on her hands and knees, facing his feet, her full breasts hanging down.

Amanda took Jason's hand and guided it to his cock. She led him to hold it straight up in the air. She licked her lips, leaned down, and licked the precum off the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head and took it into her mouth, and let it pop out with a smack. 

She got on her hands, straddling him, facing Danielle. With her eyes fixed on Danielle's, she ever so slowly maneuvered herself so that her dripping wet pussy was hovering over Jason's cock. As if in slow motion, she lowered herself down onto Jason's throbbing cock, her eyes and Danielle's fixed on one other.

Amanda's mouth was open as she slowly pushed herself down on the tip of his cock, until it popped into her, making her gasp. She stayed fixated on Danielle as she pushed herself down onto the shaft, feeling it enter her, filling her.

Jason was perfectly still, letting Amanda control the moment; Danielle watched her with fiery eyes.

"Now," Amanda moaned. "I want him to lick your pussy."

Danielle smiled and positioned herself over Jason's face, and lowered her pussy to his mouth. His tongue received it enthusiastically. She felt him slide his tongue over her lips, and enter her, probing her already dripping wet pussy.

Amanda studied the expression on Danielle's face, watching her gasp as Jason fucked her with his tongue. She watched Danielle's ample breast start to heave as he tongued her clit. She let out a whimper when she felt Jason's tongue thrusting deep inside her.

When Amanda knew that she and Danielle were feeling the same thing, she started to move her body, undulating to take Jason even deeper. Slowly, she rolled her hips so that his cock massaged her insides and his pubic bone rubbed against her clit. She arched her back, touching her breasts, and playing with her nipples. She let out a moan. She was putting on a show. This time, for Danielle.

Jason, meanwhile, was taking it all in, every sound, every smell, every image. The scent of Danielle's pussy was filling his senses. She was incredibly wet, with a salty sweetness that made him so hot. He could hear the sounds of the two women moaning, and that made his cock swell. Occasionally, he would catch a glimpse of Amanda, her eyes locked on Danielle's, her body undulating in the sexiest motion he had ever seen. He felt like he could come at any moment.

Danielle was staring at Amanda, the way she moved her hips, grinding on top of Jason's cock, the look in her eyes as she took him deep inside her. It made Danielle so hot. She tilted her pelvis forward to give Jason's tongue access to her clit. He found it and went to work instantly, licking and sucking it until Danielle was moaning too. She arched her back. Showing Amanda her big, beautiful breasts, caressing them, pinching the nipples to make them stand out.

Amanda circled her hips, taking Jason's cock all the way inside, feeling him fill her completely. She arched her back, her hands bracing herself on Jason's thighs, her breasts reaching up in the air. She could feel her orgasm approaching. Never did her eyes leave Danielle's.

Danielle watched Amanda getting closer and closer to coming. She felt SHE was the one riding Jason's huge cock; just as Amanda felt she was the one licking Danielle's pussy. Danielle's eyes started to flutter as she felt herself about to come. She pressed herself against Jason's face. She couldn't get enough of the feeling of his tongue inside her.

Jason could feel Danielle's pussy as it started to contract and he knew she was on the verge of coming. He reached up with his hands and felt Danielle's full breasts. He rubbed the nipples and his tongue worked overtime on her clit. His cock felt bigger and harder than it had ever been.

Amanda leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest. She was so close to her orgasm. Jason started to raise his hips, sliding his long cock into her. Danielle, heaving now, leaned forward too, her hands on top of Amanda's. They were face to face.

"Kiss me," Amanda groaned.

Danielle's mouth found Amanda's, their tongues meeting instantly. Jason lifted his hips, pumping Amanda now, and flicking Danielle's clit with his tongue. Amanda's body began to shudder as she started to climax. She cried out.

"Oh yeah," whispered Danielle. "It feels so good. I love how he's fucking you. He's fucking us both."

Jason loved hearing that he had a central role in their fantasy. He was living HIS fantasy -- fucking two women at once, one with his cock and the other with his tongue. He lifted his hips, pressing deep into Amanda's pussy, almost involuntarily. Danielle's hands found Amanda's breasts, pinching the nipples, making her groan even louder. Amanda's body was bucking now, shaking as she climaxed. 

"That's it. Come for me. I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted you."

Danielle's fingers reached down to Amanda's pussy. She could feel Jason's cock sliding in and out of her. She began to rub her clitoris fast.

Amanda literally screamed with pleasure as she came. Danielle watched her intently, amazed at the intensity of her orgasm. Jason, too, watched her from between Danielle's dripping legs, lifting and lowering his hips to extend and further ignite her climax. He still hadn't come though he felt he could explode at any moment.

Eventually, Amanda slumped and Danielle held her. Jason slowed his pumping. Amanda's eyes were closed, her body limp like a rag doll. Danielle gently laid her down on Jason's chest. 

After Amanda rolled over on her side, Danielle curled up next to her, facing her, also on her side. Jason disengaged from her, and lay next to Amanda on the other side. He hadn't come yet and his cock was still long and hard.

Amanda was catching her breath, touching Danielle's face, while Danielle softly ran her fingertips over her skin. Jason was spooning her from behind and she could feel his breath on her neck, and his hard cock against her ass. She reached back and grabbed Jason's ass, pulling him to her, while she felt Danielle's breast pressed against her own.

"Looks like we've got an Amanda sandwich," said Jason as he pressed his body against her backside. Truly, Amanda felt Danielle and Jason's soft skin, as well as their hands all over her body. It felt wonderful.

"What do you feel like?" Danielle whispered in her ear. "What do you want us to do?"

"Mmmmmm," moaned Amanda. "You've done everything wonderfully."

"I want to act out your fantasy," Danielle whispered. "You know, the one with Franco and whatshername."

"Isabelle?" 

"Yeah, Isabelle. That's Franco right behind you. Can you feel him?"

Amanda moaned softly and reached back to feel his curly hair. He kissed her on the neck. 

"Yes, I feel him. Baby, you feel so good."

"And I'm Isabelle. Tell us what you want," Danielle whispered.

Amanda thought a moment and then looked at Danielle. 

"I want to watch you. Both of you. And then I want to join you. And I want the three of us to fuck."

Danielle nodded her head and guided Amanda to the easy chair. She leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, then returned to the bed. 

Amanda watched as Danielle slid next to Jason and rolled over on her back. He kissed her deeply and cupped her breast in his strong hand. He rubbed her nipples with the palm of his hand, and began to kiss her neck.

"What's going on?" he whispered, so only Danielle could hear.

Danielle kissed his face, her mouth next to his ear.

"We're acting out her fantasy. I'm her roommate. You're her roommate's Italian boyfriend." Jason smiled and nodded. 

She rolled over so she was atop him. She brushed her big breasts over his face and mouth. He reached up hungrily to suck them.

Danielle kissed his chest and stomach. She took his cock in her hands and raised it up. She ran her tongue from the base to the tip, and swirled it over the head. She pressed the tip against her bee-stung lips and let it slowly push into her mouth. He felt her warm, wet mouth and soft lips envelope his hardness. It felt like he had just entered the most luscious pussy in the world. He moaned loudly. Amanda, watching, let her finger find her own pussy, massaging her clit.

Danielle ran her tongue over the head of his cock, circling it, sucking it. He moaned again. She opened her mouth wide and took him slowly into her throat. She slowly slid it out and turned to Amanda.

"This is too big for me to eat all by myself. You want to share?"

Amanda smiled mischievously and crawled onto the bed. She came to the other side of Jason, face to face with Danielle. Her tongue slowly licked the length of Jason's cock as Danielle watched. Then Danielle took a turn and licked Jason's cock, running it over the tip and making him shudder. Soon both of them were licking at the same time, voraciously. Then their tongues touched, and they were licking his cock, and each other.

Amanda wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, licking it, feeling its soft contours. Then Danielle did the same, taking the hard tip into her warm mouth. They were taking turns, sucking him, licking him, watching each other. Again and again they traded off, licking the shaft, taking the head in their mouths, sucking him. Jason began moaning loudly. He had never felt anything like this before.

Then Amanda began licking simultaneously with Danielle, licking all around his tip while Danielle was doing the same. Her tongue was sliding over his cock and onto Danielle's tongue, and back onto Jason's cock. For Jason it was like the best blow job he'd ever experienced—times ten. Amanda became so excited she began to kiss and lick Danielle's mouth passionately, with Jason's cock in between them. They were tonguing each other, while his hard cock pressed against their faces. It took every ounce of Jason's willpower to keep from coming.

"God, I want you," Amanda moaned. "I want to make love to you. To your pussy. With my mouth."

Danielle was also breathing hard.

"Oh, I want that. I've wanted that from the moment I saw you. Please. Lick me. Lick my pussy."

Danielle lay back, her breasts heaving, her nipples hard and extended. She arched her back and parted her legs. Amanda's mouth found her pussy, her tongue entering her wetness. Danielle gasped.

While Amanda let her tongue explore every crevice Jason took some initiative of his own. First, he started by giving Danielle's erect nipples a good hard suck, causing her to moan. Then he got behind Amanda, whose ass was raised as she licked Danielle. He rubbed the tip of his engorged cock against her wet, warm pussy. It felt incredible. For both of them.

Slowly, he pushed the head of his cock between the folds of her pussy. She was SO wet, SO hot, he could hardly believe it. She must be living her fantasy after all.

Amanda was eating Danielle with such passion, such abandon. She was sending her tongue deep into Danielle's hole, as far as she could reach, and then flicking the clit on the way out. She was using her whole face, her body, as she devoured Danielle's pussy with her mouth. It made Jason so turned on, his cock throbbed. 

He pushed his rock hard cock inside Amanda's pussy. Slowly. Steadily. Deeply. Amanda moaned as she felt his length filling her. Her ass was up in the air, her legs spread, her pussy open to him, and Jason was able to sink his entire length deep inside her. He could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against her cervix. Amanda moaned again.




The Concert Ch. 05



He slowly slid his cock out so just the head lay buried within her wetness. Then he pushed it all the way back in again. Amanda went weak in the knees. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She let out a loud groan.

Again, Jason sank his long, hard cock into her pussy. And again, Amanda cried out. Her body starting to shudder. She couldn't concentrate on eating Danielle's pussy. She was too distracted by her advancing orgasm. 

Danielle sat up, smiling at Jason.

"Oh yeah," she whispered. "Fuck her. I know you want to fuck her so bad."

She took Amanda's breasts in her hands, fingering the nipples. They were like ripe grapes.

Amanda looked up at Danielle. She was drunk with pleasure. She tried to kiss Danielle on the lips but Jason pressed his cock into her again and she couldn't control herself. Her body was starting to shake.

Danielle took Amanda's face in her hands, gently, and place her full lips against hers, kissing her tenderly.

"Is this what you want? Are you getting what you want?"

Amanda could only nod. She was trembling. On the verge of coming yet again. Danielle lifted her to her knees, and kissed her again on the lips. Jason was on his knees behind her. Amanda leaned against him, her hands reaching back to feel his muscular ass. Danielle could clearly see Jason's big cock entering her from underneath.

Danielle's hands were on Amanda's body, touching her breasts, her face, her thighs, and her pussy. Jason was pumping her from behind, sliding all the way in and out. Danielle was so close she could almost feel his cock entering HER, spreading HER, and it made her so hot.

Amanda's body, meanwhile, was absolutely on fire. Thankfully, she didn't have to support herself, as she was being held up by Jason's strong hands, not to mention his hard cock. Danielle was pressed against her front, her breasts brushing against Amanda's breasts, touching her, caressing her. 

Danielle was face to face with Amanda, kissing her, whispering to her.

"Do you like the way Franco fucks? Doesn't he fuck good? Oh, he's wanted to fuck you so bad. Feel how hard he is. You make him so fucking hard."

Jason started to lift and lower Amanda onto his hard shaft. Amanda reached back and felt his strong shoulders. It felt so good to be in his arms. And to feel Danielle touching her. Danielle began to kiss Amanda's neck, her tongue gliding over her skin. Amanda arched her back.

Jason leaned back so Amanda could lay against him. Still he pumped his pelvis, stroking her, again and again. Danielle began to kiss Amanda's breasts, taking her nipples into her mouth, licking them, sucking them.

Jason slid his legs around so they extended straight out and he rested his weight on his hands. He leaned back, with Amanda laying against his broad chest. She was sitting on him, laying on him really, feeling his hard cock deep inside her. Amanda's hands were in his hair, caressing him. Danielle was licking her breasts, her hands between Amanda's legs feeling the confluence of her and Jason's bodies. 

Jason raised his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her. Danielle's fingers found the point where his cock and her pussy met, and navigated to her clit. She rolled the swollen flesh with her fingers like a marble in oil. Amanda's body started to shake.

"That's it," whispered Danielle. "Come, baby. We've wanted to do this for so long. Come for us, baby."

Amanda's orgasm was near. Her eyes fluttered open. Danielle's were fixed on hers.

"I want you on top of me," Amanda blurted. "I want you to fuck me too! You and Franco both!"

Amanda paused and then pushed on Jason so he lay on his back, with Amanda laying face up on top of him. Danielle lay on top of her, her hand working Amanda's pussy, her breasts pressed against Amanda's breasts. She brought her lips to Amanda's ears.

"Yes, that's Franco FUCKING you. And me, Isabelle. We're both FUCKING you. We've wanted to FUCK you for so long."

Amanda moaned loudly.

"Oh, yes" Amanda cried. "Fuck me. Please. Fuck me."

Danielle rubbed her clit with her fingers. She was so close.

"We knew you were watching us all the time. It made us so hot. We wanted you to join us. Just like this."

Amanda was crying out now.

"I wanted to join you too! I didn't know if you'd want me!"

"Oh, Amanda. We wanted to you so bad. All those nights. We wanted you in our bed. With us. So we could do this. Oh, yeah. Franco wanted to fuck you. I wanted to fuck you. He used to BEG me to let him fuck you. I want to fuck her so bad, he'd say. She's so sexy. I want my cock deep inside her pussy. Oh, Amanda. Feel how much he wants you. Feel his cock. His big Italian cock. You make him so hard. YOU do it."

"Is it true?" Amanda cried. "Did you want me? Did you want to fuck me? You and Franco?"

"Tell her, Franco. Tell her. Did we want her to join us? All those nights? Did we want her to slip into our bed? Naked. So both of us ... together ... could fuck her?"

Jason turned his face so his lips where barely touching Amanda's ears.

"Si," he whispered. "Si, Bellissima. Ti amo. Ti amo."

A smile spread across Amanda's face. Jason pushed himself deep inside her. Danielle vibrated her clit. And Amanda came. She came with an orgasm beyond anything she had ever experienced in her life. 

And then, only then, did Jason finally let himself go, letting the full force of his orgasm build up like some primordial volcano, spewing his creamy cum deep into Amanda's pussy. Again and again, he exploded, filling her insides with his seed. 

And so the three friends lay together. Amanda sandwiched between the others, coming again and again as Danielle kissed her and Jason whispered sweet Italian nothings in her ear.

It was the beginning of a beautiful three-way relationship, one that started in lust but soon developed into a deep friendship. They would see each other often that summer, taking turns acting out each other's fantasies and, in the process, achieving a level of sexual ecstasy they had never known before. And while they eventually went their separate ways, back to school or to pursue their careers, they never forgot what had transpired that summer, or how it had made them feel.