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A Night of Sin

By: bigshotjeev



Chapter 1

This particular family was considered fairly rich among their native people. They had ample land, where they grew wheat and rice in plenty. They lived-in a large house that was made up of four small houses, connected to one another by common walls and had separate entrances to each house. These houses were all made of mud bricks, build inside one large compound wall. The compound wall was also made of mud bricks. It had a tall wooden gate as a single entrance to all four houses.

Radha lived with her mother in first house that was on the left side. She was a young widow and so was her mother-in-law. Her son Bali, who was youngest of all the three brothers, lived with his wife, Mala and children in the house, besides his mother. 

Mohan, the eldest cousin brother of Bali, lived in the third house, with his wife Vimla and their two kids. Kishan was another elder cousin of Bali, who lived with his wife, Chameli in the fourth house.

It was quite a hot afternoon. Radha had just returned from the field, delivering lunch to the men of her house, who had been sowing rice since morning. She had served lunch to Mohan & Kishan, but she couldn't find her son Bali. He wasn't there working at field. When Radha asked his elder cousins, where he was?, they told her that he wasn't feeling well and had left for home. 

Radha knew nothing of his illness. She had met him this morning and he looked quite healthy to her. He was her strongest child, and had rarely fallen ill. 

When she returned home, Radha found Bali's chappals (Flip-Flops) outside his elder cousin, Kishan's house. Kishan was out working in field with his brother Mohan. Bali should be helping his cousin brothers in the field. What was he doing in Kishan's house? Radha wondered. She was also worried, because Kishan's beautiful wife, Chameli, was alone in her house.

She went over to see what her son wanted from Chameli; his sister, at this hour of the day. She went to the door and tried to push it gently. The door was locked from inside. It was quite odd to find her door locked, as doors of all four houses generally remained open during day time. Radha went over to the side wall and peeped in through the small wooden window.

As most window curtain were drawn, the room was dim lit and a bit hazy. But still she could see two figures inside. Her eyes quickly went wide at the sight.

Inside the hazy room, she watched Bali and Chameli, both stark naked. Their bodies glistened in the hazy sunlight that poured in through the drapes. Her son was laid on top of his brother's wife, her legs spread wide for him, and between her legs, she watched her son's massive cock fused to his sister's hot cunt. Their nude bodies so connected, were rubbing over one another, jerking, as he thrust his thick cock in and out of her.

Laid under him, Chameli felt her hips jerk at his every thrust into her. Her moans were mixture of pleasure and pain, which she received, so wantingly, from her brother. Radha stood there in amaze, watching her son's raid on his elder cousin's wife. She watched Chameli wriggle in pain. Radha could imagine the pain her son's cock could render, as it pounded its way into Chameli's tender cunt.

Bali was pounding his brother's wife ruthlessly, reaping the sheer pleasure out of her body. He was holding her by her hips, and bolting his shaft into her quivering cunt hole.

The sploshing sound, his cock made with every stroke inside her soaked pussy, echoed inside the room. So did their moans echoed.



"Oh harder, fuck me, harder," Chameli moaned, pulling him into her "oh fuck me, my bull."

The word "bull" quickly struck Radha's mind. She was familiar with the term. Only women from their family knew the real meaning of the term. They would address a man, as bull, only if he has fathered her children, or, is intending to father her children, without her husband knowing it. 

Radha gasped, quickly covering her wide open mouth. She thought of Bali's wife, Mala, and felt sorry for her. Fortunately Mala had gone to her friend's house, not very far from their house. Radha only hoped Bali could finish before his wife arrived. She should know nothing of this.

Radha watched her son in amaze. She could only fathom the beastly size of his cock, ripping Chameli's pussy apart.

His mammoth cock reminded her of her husband. She could imagine the pleasure it could give, to her, if it ever raided her cunt. Her heart pounded heavily, and her pussy was wet with anticipation. Suddenly the thought of her son grinding her cunt had left her panting. She had never had such incestuous thought for her son before, and when she had it, she felt an unusual excitement growing inside her.

Radha didn't stand there any longer. She left from there, and came to her house, where her mother was turning the stove on, for preparation of second meal. It was a typical rural kitchen, with traditional mud stove. Her mother-in-law was seated next to it on a old wooden stool. 

"I saw Bali in Kishan's house." Radha said to her mother as she walked in. There was certain pride in her tone.

"Oh, so you have found out." Her mother sighed.

"Yeah, did you know about this?"

"Yes. He is just like his father. Madhav, too, didn't leave a single woman from his house. Bali is no different. He is also Vimla's bull." her mother revealed.

Radha looked at her mother in disbelief. It meant that Bali had fathered Mohan's both children, or, at least one child, usually the first born.



Radha was nothing but pleased by her son and quite aroused. "He is quite a man." She said.

Her mother noticed Radha breathing heavily. She could see lust in eyes of her young daughter-in-law. Her old eyes could easily see how much attracted Radha was to her son. 

She sighed, only if Radha's husband was alive. She thought, cursing the plague that took her son, Madhav's life.

Radha sat on another wooden stool next to her mother. She was lost in her thoughts as she stirred the curry.

Radha was only 12 when she came in to this house. At fourteen she had her first period. No sooner she did, Madhav, her husband, took liberty of taking her to bed. She still remembered the night Madhav first made love to her. He was 18 then, not too old for her, but his shaft definitely too big for her small, tender cunt. She remembered the way she had screamed when he had entered her, splitting her small, tight cunt lips in two, and then the immense pain that followed, the pain was of her flesh being torn apart.

But it was only after his raid on her that she felt the hunger for more. After that night she waited every night eagerly for her husband to come and pound her cunt. Nothing measured the immense pleasure that his cock gave grinding inside her cunt.

She was merely fifteen when she gave birth to Bali. She gave birth to two more daughters, after which, she got copper T inserted in to her vulva.

But to her dismay, her husband hadn't stopped making babies. Madhav's eyes had noticed the distress on Kamala's face. Kamala was his elder brother's wife. She had been 'dead worrying' that her husband might throw her out of the house for not giving him a child.

Madhav had been lustfully prying on her ever since. He flirted with her in secrecy and she had no other choice but to accept his flirting. It was high time she needed a baby in her lap, she didn't care whose it was.

One afternoon when everyone was at field, Madhav came to his brother's house, where his wife was alone. That afternoon he seduced Kamala and had sex with her on his brother's wedding bed. After that day Madhav had sex with Kamala every afternoon until she found out she was pregnant.

When Radha came to know about this, she was furious. She wanted to revolt against her husband, but then, when her mother explained to her why it was needed, she did understand and started respecting her husband.



In most villages in India, women are treated merely as an object of desire and a source of reproduction. Still in some parts of India, men treat the women in their family equal to cattle.

If a wife couldn't give her husband a child (especially a male child) she is rejected and replaced with another woman.

'Only a woman can understand another woman's feelings.' Radha had learnt this lesson when she was very young. She had thanked god for blessing her with three children, Madhav's children. She never had to get naked and spread her legs before any of her husband's brothers, like Kamala had to do.

Now sitting there in kitchen, besides her mother, she felt the same respect for Bali as she had felt for her husband. Bali's wife had already delivered him a son and was heavily pregnant with the second child. It was Kishan's wife who had not delivered a single baby ever since she started getting her periods.

"Radha, are you thinking of Madhav?" Her mother asked interrupting her thoughts, as she still stirred the curry.

"Yes." Radha said, straightening up.

"I worry a lot about you my dear. You are still very young. If only Madhav was alive, you wouldn't have felt so desirous." she said.

"Desirous?" Radha asked inquisitively.

"Yes, I can see it in your eyes. You are attracted to him, aren't you?" Her mother asked.

"No mother, I am not. He is my son. How can a mother be attracted to her own son?" Radha queried.

"The same way you are now, my dear." Her mother answered.

"Oh mother! Stop kidding me." Radha smiled shyly.

"I am not kidding. I am a sixty years old woman, and yet I felt attracted to Bali when I saw him shove his shaft into her. But my time is gone. You are 34, still very young, still very attractive. I know how it feels, the hunger, it won't end unless you allow a man to take control of it." her mother said blinking her old eyes.

Radha knew her mother was right. Her mother-in-law was the only person, who had seen Radha taking cold water bath, almost every alternate night, for past so many years. How long was she going to suppress her insatiable urge to mate?

Radha couldn't sleep that night, although her mother slept like a baby on the carpet beside her. Her unusual attraction, which she felt towards her son, was keeping her awake. 

It was close to mid night, when she got up from her bed and went to her son's house. She peeped in through the window and in the light of oil lamp that flickered inside god's deoghar, she saw Bali lay on the carpet next to his pregnant wife. 

Her lust filled eyes gazed at her son's body, from head down, stopping at his crotch, where his dhoti lay flat over his semi erect penis. She could easily make out the outline of his massive tool. The sight of his bulge added more steam to her sex deprived life. Radha sighed, thinking how much her body craved for a man like Bali. She left from there, with her heart filled with lust.



Chapter 2

Few days went by, Bali's brother had come to take Mala, (Bali's pregnant wife) to her parent's home for her delivery. It is a custom for women in India to go for delivery to their parent's house.

With his wife gone to her parent's house, Bali had started staying more at home. He would only wait for a chance to get hold of his brother's wife and drag her into a room. He would then strip her naked and fuck her. Chameli loved Bali taking her that way. Her husband had never been as passionate as Bali.

Radha, on the other hand, couldn't put her mind at work. She had been seeing too much of flirting between her son and his sister. And then every time the two had sex, she would stand outside their window, and watch them fuck.

She loved seeing Bali, spawned between her legs, him moving on top of her, his strong muscular chest rubbing against the soft mass at her breasts and her hardened nipples. She would watch their sweating bodies, move in sync, his over her, his massive meat grounding her soft tender cunt, over and over, reaping as much pleasure as it could, to satisfy his insatiable lust.

Chameli's moans would make Radha heave in lust. She would stand there, fingering her wet cunt from over her sari, watching them fuck. She loved watching Bali's nude body, perfectly ripped and chiseled, and feel sexually aroused by it.

She would mostly spend her time thinking about Bali. The thoughts of his massive shaft grinding into Chameli's cunt would keep her frenzied all day long and leave her sleepless at nights. Every night, she would have to take cold water baths, and still her body would burn in passion.

Night after night, she felt the heat rising within her. The cold baths were no longer helping her to lower the steam. She would spend nights tossing and turning over her mattress, not able to sleep.

And then one night came, driven out of lust, she went to her son. 

It was night, She had just been out of bath, her wet skin draped in an old sari, a tight ragged blouse holding her ample breasts, with no bra inside. She was walking across her son's house when she saw him through his window. Brimming over with lust, she was drawn towards him. Her feet took her to his doors.  

It was an odd time for her to visit her son during night. The night was dark and the moon was shining. Everyone in their house were either asleep or were getting ready to sleep. Bali was about to turn the lights off when he heard a knock on his door. He opened it.

It was his beautiful mother, fresh out of bath, her hairs still wet, and let loose. He had never seen her hairs let loose before. They would always be tied in a big bun or in a single braid. Her brown skin glowed in moon light and her facial features were ever so sexy.

"Mother, what is it?" Bali asked, befuddled to see his mother at his door at this hour of the night.

"Can I come in?" She said, almost whispering. Bali let his mother inside. They both sat down over the carpet.

"What is it mother?" He asked.

"Bali, my son, you should be feeling awfully lonely now that your wife is not here?" Radha said in her soft voice.

"Yes." He replied.

"But with a pregnant belly she is of no use to you either." Radha said. Bali looked up in amaze and saw Radha give him a mock smile.

Radha saying nothing further, dropped her sari pallu from over her shoulder. Her hand quickly and skillfully unbuttoned her blouse, and then she stripped her blouse right out of her body. All of a sudden her large breasts were hanging down, naked, before her son's eyes. 

Bali could have bounced at her if it was some other woman. But before his mother he remained bolted to his place, gazing her in awe. 

"Bali, you have sucked these before, haven't you, when you were a baby?" Radha said gathering her breasts up together at him, with her both hands.

"Yes mother." Bali said, his eyes alternating between his mother's breasts and her face.

"I want you to suck them once again." His mother whispered.

Bali was bewildered, but somehow he couldn't argue with his mother. He loved her more than any one in his family, even his wife. He also respected her for the woman she was. He politely bent down and taking one of her breasts in his mouth, he began to suckle over it.

Radha let out a deep sigh, once she felt her son suckle her breast. He also unknowingly began to knead her other breast, adding more heat to her already burning body.

He was completely flustered. He couldn't understand why all of a sudden his mother wanted him to suck on her breast. But he slowly began to enjoy sucking on her soft tender mass. He felt excited by the way her nipples turned hard and erect to his attention as he suckled on them. He took liberty of switching to her other boob, sucking on it equally hard.

Radha heaved, her head thrown back, she let her son relish upon her milk bags. After few minutes she felt the heat growing with in her. Now it was time for him to turn his attention on something more explicit.

"Bali," She whispered, "that's enough." 

Bali stopped instantly. He looked up at his mother from over her breast. He wasn't sure why all of a sudden his mother was acting so unusually, but some how he had started to enjoy it.

"Do you know why you sucked on them, when you were a baby?" Radha asked in her soft voice.

"Yes mother, for milk." he replied 

"Yes, and didn't these sacks help quench your thirst?" 

"Yes, they did, mother" He replied. 

Radha stood up and gently unwrapped her sari from over her waist. She was wearing nothing underneath her sari, no petticoat, not even a panty. No sooner she finished undressing her sari, she stood before him, completely naked.

Bali was mystified by her. He stood up looking at her. He had never thought his mother would be so beautiful underneath her plain clothes. Her milk chocolate skin had a natural shimmer to it, but he never thought it would be so taut, especially down at her belly and her thighs. Her body was toned and deliciously curvy, her waist so very slender, and her hips, generously wide, and rounded. 

His eyes gazed at her, dumbfounded, and lust filled, they could barely take what was served forth them. His mind was clouded with lusty thoughts for his mother, his bull cock, hard, ready to raid the flesh of woman before it.



He watched her lay down, on her back, over the carpet, spreading her legs before him. She stroked her finger through her soaked already soaked slit.

"Now that you are a man," she said, "a very big man," she paused, her words interrupted, as she gazed down at his cock, hard and long, peaking out of his dhoti, standing tall before her eyes, "I want to offer you this..." she said looking down at her slit, that was all sodden with her fresh juices, and stroking her finger through it."...for you my son, my body is to quench all kinds of thirst." She finished.

Bali couldn't believe his eyes, to what he was seeing, his ears, to what he were listening.

He was completely mesmerized by the way his mother was trying to seduce him. His mind had stopped thinking. He could only see her swollen pussy, that looked so wet and juicy to his eyes, and her finger, sleekly running across her slit.

He sat down, kneeling between her legs. Leaning down between her legs, and bringing his face close to her cunt, he could now smell her. The sweet smell of her nectar, which oozed out of her cunt, filled his nostrils, intoxicating his senses.

Not once did he resist his urge, not one moment did his mind think against it. Not once did his sanity remind him that the woman laid before him, ready to be taken at his will, was his mother. His bull mind had grown delirious. His desire to take her had gone beyond all barriers. He could think of nothing else, but, to fill her up.

Bali charged, plunging his mouth into her sodden vulva and he watched it submerge into her flesh.



"Ohh God! Yes!" a loud moan escaped Radha's lips, when she felt her son's tongue plunge right into her puddle. She was glad he had accepted her willfully. She cooed as his tongue, split open her cunt lips, and licked her, thoroughly, relishing over her fleshy folds.

It had been ages she was being pleasured like this. She reached her hand to the back of her son's head, and she pulled him into her, groaning in sheer ecstasy.

"Ohh yes, God!" she moaned, "suck me, God!"

Bali licked her across her slit, and sucked her flesh. He loved eating woman's flesh, especially if it was already as wet and juicy as it was before him now. His tongue dipped into her slit, stroking her clit. His tongue tip wagged against her clit causing her cunt to shudder.

Radha could feel herself climaxing already. An intense feeling, as if was being washed over by a strong sea wave, over and over. She squirmed, her legs closing together, locking her son's face between them.

Bali was getting chocked, clenched between her legs. He forced himself out and watched his mother squirm with orgasm he had just given her.


A Night of Sin



"Oooh Bali," Radha panted, throwing her back, over and over. "I am ready." she hissed, spreading her legs before him, "Fill me up."

Bali undid his dhoti and moved up on her. His cock floated between her legs, as he positioned himself over her body. When he lowered his hips, the head of his penis made contact with her slippery entrance. "Ooh God!" Radha cooed, as the knob of his cock touch her soaked entrance, ready to enter her.

The size of his massive cock had fascinated her ever since she had seen it. She took hold of his cock, and giving it a few long and hard strokes, she gauged its huge size. She then rubbed his thick shaft along the length of her slit, further guiding it down at her drenched entrance.

Bali quickly turned impatient and pushed forward, hurling his shaft between her swollen cunt lips. Radha gasped, as his thick shaft penetrated her. An intense pain grappled her, causing her hips to shudder. His cock was bigger than she had anticipated. She felt the same ripping pain she had felt years back when her husband had entered her for the first time. 

"Your cock, it is so thick," Radha moaned, she felt her cunt all flexed out, adjusting to his immense dimensions. 

"Mother, your pussy, it's so tight." Bali groaned, for the first time, and Radha was glad he did. 

"Oh Yes, Yes.., it's been, quite a while." she gasped, barely able to speak, "Just push it, deeper, please," she begged. Her words came scattered.

Bali pushed harder, thrusting his thick shaft deeper into his mother's pussy. He gave couple more thrusts, until his cock slowly filled her cunt. Slowly, he pulled his cock all the way out of her, and then, he plunged it all the way back in to her. Again she felt the sensuous pleasure of his thick shaft penetrating her fully.

Radha threw herself back on the carpet, and moaned as the pleasure of him penetrating her sent ripples through her entire body.



Bali groaned, his hands eagerly moved down to her hips, and holding her down firmly, he began to shove his cock in and out of her, eventually savoring the sheer pleasure out of her. 

While he still fucked her, he lowered his face down at her, matching his eyes with hers.

"You are so good." He said to her, bringing his lips over hers, and then, he kissed her for the very first time.

Radha opened her mouth to him, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth the same way she allowed his thick shaft to enter her body. They kissed and sucked on to each other lips, their tongues played over one another's, while their bodies rocked to the rhythm of his every stroke into her. 

Radha was already convulsing, her cunt muscles contracting over the length of his thick shaft, gripping tightly around his man meat. She was there; she could feel herself gliding to yet another orgasm. She had been counting the number of times she came; suddenly she had lost the count. 

Bali's pace had increased all of a sudden, his strokes were much harder and were more pleasure giving. She knew he won't last much longer that way, but she didn't care. Her body was now his to savor. 

She held on to him tightly as she felt him plunge harder into her. Her body rocked to the rhythm of his strokes. 

"I am Cumming." she heard her son groan.

For the first time in her heart she was faced by guilt. Her son was about to shoot his cum into her. She didn't need to worry of the consequences of getting impregnated by her son. She was safe, protected, by Copper T, but then was it really safe?, she worried. 

She had heard from few village women, at the clinic, that they got pregnant in spite of inserting 'Copper T'. Her heart was pounding as heavily as his cock was into her sodden flesh.

Suddenly he ceased, and with his cock buried deep inside her, he shot his cum right into her womb.

Radha squirmed in ecstasy, as she felt her inner walls contracting around his cock. She was Cumming along with him. Both mother and son groaned, with sheer lust, as his cum splattered, painting her convulsing inner walls. In a split second it was over.

Bali stayed on top of her, gasping, until his shriveling cock slipped out of her. He eased down on the carpet, and laid by his mother side staring up at the roof. 

Radha rolled on to her side, her body all curled up, as she waited for her orgasm to subside. She had never thought it would happen to her, the sex.

Widows from India rarely have sex after their husband's demise. It was all so magnificent getting it from her own flesh and blood. But in the darkest corner of her mind, she felt guilty, not by her act, but towards Mala, her daughter. 

Slowly, embarrassed, Radha sat up, her nude back facing Bali. She looked back at her son, from over her shoulder. Bali was dumb staring at her back for her satiny brown skin. He still couldn't believe he had fucked his own mother. 

Radha took her sari, and held it up at her nude tits, partially covering them. She turned around to face her son. Bali's gaze went down at her nice brown tits; her dark nipples looked like two juicy black berries. He could see, between her legs, her cum drenched cunt, with his cum oozing. 

Radha was still heaving, as she watched her son looking at her like a hunter. Her eyes rushed down at his crotch and grew wide when she saw his deflated cock had started to twitch already. She smiled, knowing it was a long night ahead of them.

(continued)



A Night of Slow Teasing



This is my first submission to Literotica. This story was originally written for my partner during time apart. I did consider re-writing it to fit the more standard format, but decided to submit as was written. I may edit and post other stories in the coming months.

Hope you enjoy, we enjoyed this as a couple during those times apart.

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We arrived back home after a relaxing day walking along the beach and rainforest. I went to the kitchen to make a drink as you walked out onto the balcony, the sun was just setting and there was an orange glow to the sky. You took in the colours and sounds on the wildlife as I walked up behind you and kissed you gently, whilst placing your gin on the bench top. My arms circled your waist, hands coming together at your belly; you reached down and held them as I pulled close up behind you, my head over your shoulder and my face next to yours. You turned slightly and smiled, we kissed, relaxed and squeezed tightly and kissed again. You could feel the warmth of my body as I pulled you back against me. My hands moved slowly up your body and held on to your shoulders. Kissing again, more kisses trailing from your neck and around your ears. Sipping your drink, savouring the taste of the gin and the feel of my arms circling and holding you close. I sipped from your glass to as we shared the one drink.

The sun disappeared quickly and we moved inside to the warmth of the house. Moving to the en-suite, I prepared the spa and started to fill it full of water. Following me into the bedroom, you laid back on the bed, talking to me as I got everything ready. I asked you to stand and you shifted to the edge of the bed. My hands held the bottom of your top as I slowly lifted it over your head, starting to undress you. We kissed and my hands rubbed and caressed your back, fingers tracing a line from your back along your sides and down over your belly. You pulled back with jerking, as my fingers tickled by your belly button. Next I slowly unzipped your trousers and pulled them down with me as I smoothly knelt down by your feet, stepping out of them, you looking amazing as ever in your matching black bra and knickers. We kissed once more and you sat back on the bed, I laid you down turning you so that you lay fully and comfortably stretched out across the bed. I laid down beside you, propped up on my left arm so that I could reach your entire body with my right and touch and stroke any area I wished.

You knew my touch well and I also knew your body, how you like to be touched, kissed, stroked and caressed. I leant forward to kiss you fully on the lips. Our lips parted and our tongues met, I loved the taste of you, loved to feel your tongue against mine and your soft lips on my mouth. My hand was now touching your bare skin, along the underside of your arm, down along your sides, once again across your belly and up over your breasts and bra. My fingers traced the outline of the material, occasionally running over the top, just touching your nipples, which I could feel were hardening beneath your bra. You moved your hands to me, but I wanted you to relax, not be distracted by trying to touch me. I wanted you to know this evening was about you receiving pleasure. Moving your hands away and I lifted them above your head, holding them gently in my left hand and continued to let my right trace over your gorgeous body. My hand left your breasts and continued down over your belly and towards your underwear. Once again I followed the line of the material, across your belly down your side, around your thighs and between your legs. You sighed and parted you legs slightly, allowing my fingers to trace down across to your other thigh and back around you leg. The touch was teasing you, but you also knew I wanted you to be teased and would make this last a long time.

All the fingers on my hand traced over your belly once more and up to your waiting breasts. Just one finger moved up around the seam and under the material. It gently flicked past your nipple, just the slightest touch, but you knew it was deliberate. I lifted you slightly, kissed you again and released you bra. Lifting it off your arms I could see your beautiful breasts and very hard nipples. God, I love teasing you, touching you, giving you pleasure, taking my time and watching your body flinch and react as I deliberately caressed some and avoided other areas. My fingers stroked around your nipples and breasts feeling your skin, feeling ever bump, but never touching the nipple itself. I alternately cupped your breasts in my hand, squeezing them gently as I kissed you again. As our lips met, just gently brushing against each other, tongues flicking lightly, just the barest of touches against each other. I had to break the kiss, I also wanted you so badly, but had to restrain myself, just to tease you. My lips and tongue moved down your body to your waiting breasts. My tongue followed the path my fingers had previously taken, licking gently around your breasts and nipples, but never actually touching them. I blew gently, you could feel my warm breath over your nipples as they ached for my touch. I ran my nails once more around them and then up over your hard erect nipple. You moaned with pleasure as I gently rubbed your nipple between my finger and thumb. I knew your moan was partly pleasure, but also a sign to let me know how good it felt, let me know you wanted me to continue. I wanted more, so desperate to take things slowly, but also to have your body, to experience every feeling with you leaning forward closing my mouth over your breast, my teeth took your left nipple and bit gently, your right nipple stills held in my hand, whilst I continued to squeeze and massage your breast.

This touching of you, teasing you, caressing you had made me excited as it always did. I wanted to touch ever part of your body, I wanted to make love to you right there. Teasing you always drives me wild, but I knew I had to wait. I let myself touch you more though, I wanted to feel the rest of your body. I lifted my head and returned to kissing your lips, but now my hand moved back down your body and to your waiting pussy. I traced the line around your underwear again. I could feel the gap between your knickers and your tight stomach. My finger explored this area just stroking beneath the elastic, feeling your hair and your nakedness beneath your sexy tight underwear. I wanted to force my hand down, explore between your thighs, stroke along your lips, but I stopped, I didn't touch anywhere except the top of your trimmed hair and then removed my hand, stroking along your belly.

I ran my fingers along the outside of your knickers, tracing a line from your belly button down, over your lips and between your thighs. I could feel how wet and excited you were as you parted your legs more to allow me to continue exploring. From your thighs, my fingers caressed between you legs and then with more pressure traced over your lips and along your pussy. You lifted your hips to meet my probing finger, I could feel your underwear getting wetter as my finger caressed and explored your gorgeous wetness through the material. Moving between your legs I bent down and kissed you. You could again feel my warm breath through the material against your skin. My tongue licked gently and my hands caressed your body, held your bum and stroked your breast and nipples again. 

Grabbing your knickers I pulled them down your thighs, lifting your body you let me remove them. I leant forward to kiss you, the contrast of my body fully clothed pressing against your nakedness. I wanted to feel our naked bodies pressing together, but by now I knew the water was almost overflowing and we had to move into the spa.....

One more gentle kiss on your lips and then I left you laying on the bed, sure enough the spa was full, a perfect temperature and ready for our enjoyment. Lighting the candles I turned off the lights and returned to the bedroom. I helped you up off the bed and led you to the waters edge. You slid in quickly soaking in the bubbling water up to your neck. As you laid back I removed my top pulling it off my head. You watched as I slowly undressed in front of you. My jeans next, the belt then the buttons they dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them dressed in only my shorts. My erection was clearly visible I was excited and hard. I bent down pushed my shorts to the floor and then stepped into the spa facing you.

Sitting back you lifted your legs onto mine with your feet in my lap. I held and gently massaged them, rubbing each toe in turn, squeezing and massaging each one as though it was your erect nipple. I lifted your foot from the water and sucked gently on your toes whilst massaging your entire foot with my hand. I looked into your eyes and could see the pleasure you were receiving. You enjoyed the attention I was giving to your feet. Strangely as I kissed and sucked your toes it gave the same feeling to my penis. I could feel it throbbing in the water as though it was your mouth on me, gently sucking me as you held and caressed my balls. The more I teased and pleased you, the more turned on I got. Lifting your other foot I continued to kiss each toe in turn. I had to explore more, I was loosing my self control, my hands caressed each of your legs in turn, starting at your feet and ankles and working up to your calf and knees. I stroked and rubbed the back of your knee and caressed further up your thigh for as far as I could reach.

I was so hard and excited and I wanted to touch you more, but at the position we were in this wasn't possible. I had to pull you around and helped you to move so that you were now sitting on the same side of the spa as me, in front of me with your back to my chest. Sitting up high I let you sink lower in the water. Like this I was able to caress your body, starting by massaging your head, fingers caressing your neck and behind your ears. I could feel you loosing up in the water, relaxing enjoying the sensation. Moving up through your hair my fingers massaged your head, working slowly and deliberately, touching every part of your scalp. My penis was hard and erect and was resting against your back, but hopefully not too uncomfortable. You seemed ok though, relaxed, with your hands just rested along the side of the spa as you took all the attention I could give.

Closing your eyes, your breathing slowed, you were getting very relaxed. This changed slightly though as my hands moved away from your head and down onto your breasts. I could hold them perfectly at this angle and took great pleasure in holding them and gently massaging them, squeezing in time with your breathing. I caught your nipples between my thumb and finger and rubbed, stroked and teased them until they were hard and erect again. Your breathing got heavier and deeper, still relaxed but now more aroused. I could feel your hands rubbing my legs, running along my skin, feeling me close to you. Lifting you slightly so that you were higher up my body, I was now pressed hard next to your bottom. With my left hand I continued to caress your breasts as my right moved down between your legs. Kissing your neck, shoulders, ears and everywhere in reach as my hand moved closer to your wetness. Even through the warmth and water of the spa I could still feel how hot and wet you were. 

As my hand reached down between your legs I held it against your body covered your hair and lips, I wanted to hold you, feel you, feel next to you. You moved against my hand, urging me to touch and explore more. I wanted to take my time and enjoy holding my hand on your body, but you wanted more. Your hand moved down to mine and guided my fingers to where you wanted them. You pressed my fingers down onto your lips and finally inside of you. You held my hand and controlled the speed I moved, the depth and how my fingers touched you. Your other hand moved to your breast also and now each of your nipples was caressed and two hands worked on your pussy. As my fingers slid between your lips your fingers now caressed and rubbed your clitoris.

This whole sensation was driving me wild. I couldn't take it anymore and had to have you right now. Just for a second my hands left your breasts and lips and I lifted you up out of the water, just a little, but enough that when I lowered you down you were now sitting on me and I slid deep into you. You were very wet and I was very hard, it was a perfect match. You could feel as I slid into you, the head of my penis pressing past your lips, sliding deep inside. My full length pressed up inside your body, my balls close between your thighs. Although wet I could also feel your tightness and I could feel myself throbbing hard inside of you.

My left hand moved back to your breast, my right to your clitoris, rubbing around and between your lips. Your hand moved down and rubbed around my balls along the length of my penis as it slid in and out and also guided my hands and fingers. We didn't move much, just a gentle rocking motion and you ground your body down onto mine.

I could feel I was getting closer to coming, you had made me so excited, but I wanted to feel you come with me. The combination of hands on your breasts and my fingers on your clitoris, along with my hard on, deep inside you was also bringing you closer. I caressed you more, kissed, stroked, rubbed and could finally tell you were about to come. I couldn't hold back and with one final thrust felt the release as my balls tightened and my penis throbbed. At the same time I could feel your whole body tighten and start to shake. Your orgasm built and you tensed as the sensation took over your body. This was the moment for me and I came deep inside of you, shaking myself as every muscle in my body tightened and released.

Holding you in my arms, you laid back against me your body pressed against mine and your hands holding mine as we both relaxed and recovered from our first of many shags and orgasms of the night.

From where we sat, we could reach the wine bottle and glasses. I poured us a drink and we sipped the cold white wine as we relaxed further in the spa. Laying back you closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation of being held in my arms and the spa bubbling around your body. Holding the soap in my hand I gently washed you, my hands sliding over your skin, touching your whole body. They slid easily over your smooth skin through the water and over every inch of you. 

For the first time you listened to the soft music playing in the background and stretched out relaxing more, enjoying the sensation of being in the spa. My hands held your breasts, but did not tease or torment you any more; I just wanted to hold you tight. Many minutes passed and finally we stepped out of the spa into the warm breeze flowing though the bedroom. I dried you gently with your towel, starting at your face and neck, then moving down to your shoulders, arms, chest and onto your legs. Kneeling in front of you I could dry your feet and all the way up to your thighs, finally rubbing dry your gorgeous bottom and gently drying your thighs and between your legs. Leading you back to the bedroom I laid you down on the bed, quickly dried myself as you watched and then once again laid beside your naked body.

Kissing again, slowly, passionately, our tongues twisting and reaching for each other, I held your face and pulled you close to me, your hands ran through my hair holding me close to you. After so many weeks of wanting you, desiring you, waiting to be with you again, I had to taste you again.

Our kissing stopped and I pulled away, lifting my body I moved between your legs. You parted them and I knelt, with my hands on your thighs and gazed at your beautiful and sexy body. I had missed seeing you and enjoyed looking at your every curve. My fingers slowly traced a line around your thighs, up around your hair and down between your legs. I loved the feel of you and you liked my touch, raising your hips to meet my fingers. I moved down, my knees moving towards your feet and my chest at your knees. I could now kiss between your legs placed my mouth onto your lips. Just one kiss to start and then I let my tongue trace a line around your thighs, down towards your cheeks and then back up gently into your pussy. As I parted your lips you once again raised your hips to feel my tongue inside of you. Now with my hands holding your bottom, I could explore you more and kiss and lick your clitoris. I wanted to touch every part of your body and kiss and suck everywhere to please you, my fingers holding your bottom, spreading your cheeks, lifting you now to allow my tongue to enter you further. 

As I savoured the taste of you, your hands moved down, holding my head, guiding me, showing me where you want me to kiss and caress. I looked up to see your eyes closed, your head back, your mouth open and your lips tight as you enjoyed everything I do to you. Your breathing deepened and I could feel as you moved your body against me in time with my gentle licking. My hand moved up your body and onto your breasts, I held them gently and rubbed your nipples through my fingers. Letting go of your bum, my right hand moved around your thighs and once again between your lips. The tip of my finger, pressed gently, stroking and caressing as I continued to lick at your clitoris. 

As your body moved and rose to my kissing, my finger slowly moved inside of you, each time you lifted your hips to meet my tongue, my finger slid in a little further. Pressing my thumb between your cheeks I softly rubbed and caressed towards your bottom, creating sensations strange for you, but enjoyable. My second finger moved to join my first and now I was teasing you more. Rotating my hand I could now kiss and lick all over and stimulate you differently. I knew you enjoy it as you thrust more towards me telling me how good it feels with the movement of your body. I wanted you to come again; I wanted to make you come with my tongue and fingers, now trying to caress you harder and faster. My tongue alternated between your lips and onto your clitoris. My fingers pressed harder deeper inside. My other hand still caressed your breast squeezing your nipples. Your body moved to me. Your hips rose up to my face. Your hands holding my head pulling me tight in. I knew you are close and do all I can to make you orgasm. Suddenly your thighs clenched tight, your legs stretch and body tensed. My tongue pressed hard against your clitoris as you started to come. I could feel your fingers digging into my head and you cry out loudly. Your body shakes, tenses more for a few seconds and then you relax and collapse, your whole body exhausted and loose.

Gently I removed my hands from your body and rose slightly to hold you close and pull you into me. You opened your eyes to look at me and see me smiling, happy and pleased we can spend the night together again....

We lay cuddling, holding each other, our bodies touching and feeling the heat of each other so close, your head next to mine resting on my shoulder, your arm laying across my chest. I listened to your breathing get slower and smile as I realise you are falling asleep next to me. It makes me very happy to feel you this close, and I smile to myself as I also close my eyes and felt myself drifting off to sleep with you...

It was dark outside when I woke, I didn't know the time, have no idea how long we had slept, but I knew how I was being woken. I could feel your hand running over my body, your fingers circling my nipples and then down over my thighs and between my legs. You deliberately drew patterns around my balls tracing the outline of my penis, but made no actual contact. I opened my eyes to see you looking at me smiling. You laid on your side, your head resting on your left hand as your right hand teased over my body. I had felt these touches for a while and thought it was part of my dream, but now as I became more awake I realised this is real. My penis was hard, my body aching already. I love your touch and want to feel you touching me more, wanted to feel your hand on me holding me, rubbing me, masturbating me. Lifting my hips I tried to make contact with your hand, to let you know what I want, but you just moved your hand away and back up to my chest. 




A Night of Slow Teasing



Leaning forward to kiss me our lips met again. My lips and throat were dry, but I could feel your wet lips on mine and I swallowed to moisten my mouth. We continued to kiss and your hand moved around my nipples. Your nails scratched around them, teasing them more, making my nipples erect and hard. You held one between your finger and thumb and squeezed tighter. Not sure how sensitive they were you start gently and pinch tighter until you could see me react. I moaned gently into your mouth, a moan of pleasure as I enjoyed the sensation and your touch. Your hand moved across my chest and repeated the process on my other nipple, squeezing gently to start and then harder until you hear me moan, a mix of pain and pleasure.

My right arm was trapped beneath our bodies and I couldn't move it, but with my left I reached across to touch your waist, running my fingers over your naked body, but you stopped me and lifted my hand over my head. Moving slightly you held my hand with your left and then continued your caressing of my body again. My nipples hard and aching, with your nails scratching around them and your fingers squeezing them they were now very sensitive and reacted to your ever touch.

You broke our kiss as your lips moved down to my nipples. I loved the sensation now of first your lips and then your tongue on them. They still ached, but the new sensations took my mind away from that pain. Slowly your hand moved down my body towards my hardness. I begged you to touch me; I wanted to feel your hand on me. I know how good it feels and I wanted it now, but you ignored my pleas and continued your attention on my nipples. Biting me gently with your teeth, holding them pulling on them slightly, causing a little pain, but a lot of pleasure. I cried out again, first with shock, but also a sound of enjoyment. This sound increased and turned into a sigh as I felt your finger trailing over my balls. Very softly you ran your hand along the length of my penis, reaching the tip and making me react as you found my sensitive spot. You know me well and knew where to touch me, what my reaction is. I lift my hips once more, trying to increase your touch, but you just pull away again and your hands run down my thighs. I could feel your finger tickling under my balls, just lifting them slightly as you explore and caress towards my bottom.

Your attention left my nipples and you just rested your head on my chest, concentrating now on your hand between my legs. Again and again your fingers traced over all my sensitive skin, my thighs, my balls, over the head of my penis, just around the outline and between my cheeks and balls. Just as I think you will hold me harder, rub me, wank me, you stop and go back to gentle teasing. I wanted you so badly I begged you again, I will do anything just to feel your hand on me. 

A long time passes, I don't know how long this teasing had gone on for, but when you know I can't take it anymore, you hand gripped me firm and stroked up and down the length of my hardness. It felt so good as I raised my hips in time with your slow gentle rhythm. You let go and ran your hands over my balls, I don't want you to stop what you are doing to my penis, but I also loved the way you hold and fondle my balls, squeezing them gentle in your hand as you had done earlier with my nipples. As the squeezing got tighter, I told you how it feels, how much pleasure you give me and how horny you make me.

Moving quickly, you spread my legs and sat between them. Your legs stretched out along the length of my body, your feet by my shoulders and my legs over yours thighs. Sitting like this you were comfortable and had two hands free to continue touching me. With my legs on yours, my hips are raised and you easily hold my balls with one hand and you stroke me with your other. My hands rested on your legs, but I couldn't concentrate on giving you any pleasure, with all you were doing to me. You knew that later, I will return the favour and pleasure you in everyway I can.

The way you touch me and rubbed me was amazing, so turned on and hard, it couldn't get any better.... or that's what I thought until I felt your tongue lick the end of my penis once again around the sensitive area. I felt your tongue for just a few strokes and then your lips suck me gently, taking me into your mouth. I thought I would come immediately. You had been teasing me for a long time and I was very close. But before I reached that point, you stopped slowed down and kept me on the edge of pleasure. Your hands left my balls and penis and just held me at the base. Holding me up as your mouth slid down my length. Your lips moved up and down a few times and then slid off the tip. Your hand now slid easily up and down, your saliva making your stroking more slippery. As your hand moved up and down, your mouth now moved to suck on my balls, taking them between your lips and sucking gently. The harder you sucked, the more I ached and moaned again, telling you not to stop.

I could feel I was getting closer and my balls were tightening, just a few more seconds and I would come. Your hand moved faster, up and down, my hips rose... and then you stopped everything, no tongue, no lips, no hand. I needed to come, I begged you to carry on, but you just stopped and very slowly let your fingers trace once more along the length of my penis. I couldn't take this and moved my hands to touch myself. You watched as I grabbed my hard penis and started to masturbate in front of you. My left hand held my balls and my right moved quickly, sliding up and down. I needed to come, but the moment had passed I was too late and couldn't come immediately now. You watched me more, then gently moved my hands away. You promised me you would make me come, but it had to be when you were ready. I needed you now and pleaded with you not to tease me anymore.

Once again I felt your mouth move onto my penis. You started to suck gently on the tip as your hand pumped up and down. The sensations were amazing and I could feel I was getting closer again. Your other hand moved to my balls and rubbed them, rolling them in the palm of your hand. You squeezed them more, increasing the pressure, one finger moved under them and stroked once again towards my bottom. Your hand on my penis moved faster, your sucking grew harder. You were increasing all the sensations at once. Everything got faster and harder, you squeezed my balls more, your finger pressed against my bottom, your hand wanked harder and also faster and then I could feel it all start. My balls tightened again and I raised my hips. My feet and legs tightened, my toes stretched. My hands were still on your legs and gripped them tight. You could tell as my fingers clenched into your calves that I was about to come. I cried out one last time and arched my back as my release finally came. 

After my first explosion, you stopped sucking and moved your head away slightly. Your hand was still holding me and with each stroke I came more, some over your hand, a little on your face, but most on my belly. As I finally finished coming, you relaxed all your touching and held me as you watched my penis go soft. My breathing slowed and my body un-tightened. That had been my most intense orgasm ever, you had teased me in every way and touched and caressed every sensitive part of my body at once. Your legs had become a little stiff sitting stretched out, so you moved them from under me and laid down on top of me. I could feel the stickiness on my belly spreading between our skin. You leant forward and we kissed, I could smell my come on your body on your lips and also feel it on your hand as you held me. I think after this kiss it should be time for a shower....



A Night of Strip Poker



A few years back my husband Peter was stationed by his office in Manila, the capital of the Philippines. Like the ever loyal wife that I am (snicker) I accompanied him in his exile. At that time Peter and I were in our mid twenties and looked more to his assignment as an adventure than anything else.

While in Manila Peter befriended two Canadian expatriates who were about the same age as him, whose names were Martin and Robert. Pretty soon all three became close friends and simply inseparable. They would do everything together. They would take their lunches, go drinking, play golf, party and even go on vacations together.

As for me, I would often join them in their escapades and so got to know Martin and Robert and we became close friends as well. Martin and Robert were seeing these two Filipina beauties, Gina and Nicole. Both girls were in their early twenties but had this youthful glow about them that made them look just out of their teens. They were both fun loving and easy to get along with, and would always join their boyfriends whenever they were out with Peter and I. Needless to say, they too became my closest friends.

After spending a number of years abroad, Peter was finally recalled back by his office. He got promoted. Much as we were ecstatic to finally go home, we were a bit saddened having to tell our friends of our imminent departure.

As to be expected, our friends were greatly saddened by the news but were genuinely happy at Peter's promotion and congratulated him profusely. They offered to throw a party for Peter and myself, just the six of us, both as a "despedida" (going away party) and celebration for Peter's upcoming promotion.

On the day of the party, Peter and I dressed to the nines. Peter in a long sleeved shirt and slacks with sports coat and black dress shoes; while I was in a white one piece halter dress, white stiletto heels and matching jewelry. I did not bother wearing stockings because of the tropical heat, nor did I wear a bra since the dress I wore had built in cups for breast support. The only thing I wore under the dress was a white thong which prevented panty lines from appearing in the dress.

We met the guys in the lobby of one of the fancier hotels where we then proceeded to the top floor to have dinner at its fanciest restaurant, which offered a panoramic view of the city. Both Martin and Robert came similarly dressed like Peter in sports coats; while Gina and Nicole came almost similarly attired in long sleeved shirts, vests and skin tight pants which hugged and clearly highlighted their slim figures. The only difference in their attires was that Gina's pants were in black leather while Nicole wore stretch jeans. I found out later that they both were wearing boots, as well.

After a fantastic dinner we went barhopping. Drinking and having fun all throughout the night. As it was getting late and everyone seemed to be getting drunker, I invited everybody to continue celebrating in the house where we could all lay back and mellow out in each other's company. Everyone agreed and so we all headed for our house.

When we got home I directed everyone to make themselves comfortable in our living room while I got the wine. After everyone was given a glass everyone started talking to each other. For some reason, the topic of discussion went to strip poker which caused the exchange to get much more lively and animated, especially between the guys.

For reasons yet unknown to me, it was I who first suggested that we play. Yes, you can probably blame it on the copious amounts of alcohol I imbibed or probably a Freudian desire to see another naked man aside from my husband Pete, but it was I who set everything in motion and planted the seed leading to my own destruction.

Upon hearing my suggestion the guys paused but a moment but heartily agreed to play. At least from their expressions I know Martin and Robert were most enthusiastic at the prospect of getting to see naked female flesh, but Peter seemed to be a bit reserved, probably shocked that it was I who initiated the game and only went along with the idea so as not to disappoint his guests, like the good host he is.

As to be expected both Gina and Nicole were a bit hesitant to play. Being Filipinas they were a lot more modest about having to bare their bodies. It took quite a lot of persuading from Martin and Robert before they finally agreed to play along, albeit most reluctantly. Truth be told, I too joined in trying to convince the girls to play. Ironically, I believe one of my most convincing arguments was that they need not take off anything at all during the game, as someone else could be unluckier than them and get stripped naked naked before they do.

Once decided we would be playing strip poker some rules had to be set. 

First, The game will continue even after one player gets nude and end after everyone is stripped naked. Both Gina and Nicole voted for the game stop as soon as one player is stripped naked, but they were outvoted. Second, Only the lowest hand in each game had to strip. Everyone agreed.

Third, First one stripped naked will lose all right to wear clothes for the rest of the party. Everyone else gets to put what they lost back on.As to be expected, Gina and Nicole, insisted that all clothing be returned after the game; while the guys Martin and Robert insisted otherwise claiming that this would be a good incentive for everyone to play well.

Peter abstained. As a host he didn't want any of his guests to feel uncomfortable in his home, by having them party on nude as a consequence of losing. But if the others decide that would be the rule, then he would abide by it.

For my part, rather than take the same road as my husband being the hostess of the affair, I openly sided with the guys and voted for total nudity for the loser for the rest of the party. I really must have a mean streak in me and must confess secretly looked forward to having one of our guests as the loser, especially either Gina and Nicole, who looked at me pensively as I cast the deciding vote.

After agreeing to the rules an inventory was made of each players clothing. It was decided that each player is allowed to remove seven articles of clothing before they get stripped. 

The guys:

1.Sports Jacket 2.Shoes 3.Socks 4.Long sleeved shirt 5.Pants 6.Undershirt 7.Boxers or briefs

For the girls (i.e. Gina and Nicole):

1.Vest 2.Boots 3.Stocking or socks 4.Long sleeved shirt 5.Pants 6.Bra 7.Panties

My case was different. Since I was only in a one piece dress and had no stockings, nor a bra on, I was allowed to remove pieces of jewelry to make up for lack of clothing. Since jewelry were not considered items of clothing which had to be stripped off, at least for the others, they can still wear them for the rest of the party even if they do lose; unlike me who would be literally naked as the day she was born, in case of a loss.

In my case then, the stripping will be as follows: 1.Watch 2.Earrings 3.Necklace 4.Rings/wedding band 5.Shoes 6.Dress 7.Panties 

After having taken care of the rules, we arranged ourselves around our glass topped coffee table ready to play. We girls were seated side by side on the sofa, with me in the middle; while Martin and Robert sat facing us on the side chairs found at either end of the sofa, while Peter took his position directly in front of us girls, on the ottoman.

Since there was six of us playing, it was agreed that though we would each be given five cards to start, only a maximum of three could be changed per hand. You could easily tell that all the guys were excited and raring to go, even Peter; while the other two girls were obviously nervous and you could say even scared. As for me, I was calm and cool as ice and surely exuded an aura of invincibility, never believing for a second that I could lose.

When the first round got under way, I was pleasantly surprised that I was immediately dealt a full house, making any change of cards unnecessary. I just sat there with a smug and superior look in my face as the other players scrambled to discard cards hoping to get a better combination. Stealing glances towards the two girls beside me I could not help but notice that they both had worried looks on their faces as they looked over their cards. Hmmp. Talk about poker faces, there sure was a lack of that here, at least as far as Gina and Nicole were concerned.

It goes without saying, that when everyone showed their cards, I had the highest hand of all six players. Martin had the lowest with only an Ace high. 

To the hoots and catcalls of the other men, Martin quickly doffed his sports coat but paused a while, unsure of whether he should hand me the jacket or merely set it aside. After a quick discussion it was decided that the loser of a hand must hand over the lost article to the winner, who in turn may use the same in case he or she loses. It was also agreed, at the insistence of I think Gina, that while the lost item was in the possession of the winner, he or she may put it on. That was the only concession any of the girls got that night. 

As a result of the new rule, I stood up and ceremoniously donned Martin's jacket which I am sure made me look comical due to our disparity in size. Martin was a hulking 6 footer while I was a slender woman with a svelte figure ( I stand around 5'6"). Despite the feeling that I was wearing a tent on my shoulders I gamely modeled my new fashion outfit for the others before sitting down for the next round. 

The second round did not start of well for me as I was immediately dealt garbage. Fortunately, I was able to draw a pair of Jacks after changing the maximum number of three cards. Although not high at all, I was nevertheless satisfied with my hand, thinking that it would surely not be the lowest for the round. I surreptitiously looked over at the other players and noticed that Nicole had a somewhat panicked look on her face. This reinforced my confidence which led me in all bravado to call for everyone to lay their cards down.

And they did.

Unfortunately, all the other players had higher cards than me with Nicole winning the hand with a trio of fours. Gina had a pair of kings. I gave Gina Martin's jacket happy at least to finally get its weight of my shoulders. As she was even slimmer than me, Gina didn't bother to put the jacket on but instead draped it over the back of the sofa.

Feeling a bit piqued at having lost the second round, I ferociously attacked my cards just as soon as they were dealt. Alas, to my ever increasing horror that second round was the start of my worst losing streak ever, that I lost five hands in a row. Piece by piece I had to remove all my jewelry and hand them over to the other players. I think my watch ended up with Robert, my earrings and necklace with Peter and my rings with Nicole. Nicole had a mischievous look on her face as she put my rings and wedding band on her fingers and began modeling them for the others to admire.

I had a queasy feeling in my stomach seeing my wedding band in another woman's hand, but was quickly made to snap out of it when told I had lost again. Left with no other choice, I slowly removed both my shoes and timidly handed them over to Martin, who had finally won a round. 

Play halted when a short powder room break was requested by the girls. As we made our way to the bathrooms to freshen up, I could not help but notice the sharp contrast the clip clopping of their boots made on the hardwood floor as compared to the slip slapping of my bare feet. It really made me feel already naked somewhat.

Back from the break, I immediately took stock of my situation. I was just two steps away from total nudity, while all the other players were still fully clothed. Some even more dressed than when they started. Remember Nicole and my rings?

Anyway, fortunately for me, my losing streak finally ended and it was Gina who lost to Martin. She simply handed over the jacket back to Martin who, in turn, immediately put it back on, no doubt feeling quite happy being fully dressed once more.

I didn't lose any of the next few hands, but my clothing sure made the rounds of the other players. Eventually all my jewelry ended up with either Gina or Nicole, both of whom took great pleasure in wearing them in front of me. In addition to my rings, Nicole got my necklace which she even had the cheek to ask me to put on her. Gina on the other hand ended up with my watch, which she immediately put on her wrist even if she was already wearing a watch herself (lucky for her she had on a long sleeved shirt which hid the fact she had two watches on her arm, otherwise she would have looked like those soldiers out looking for booty in those old war documentaries). She also won my earrings which she too put on, but that was ok since she wasn't wearing any in the first place.

My shoes made the rounds too, but none of the guys seemed to want to put them on.

After a few rounds had passed, I received a potential straight flush in eight to four diamonds, except that I was missing the seven and instead had another five as my fifth card. So I had a low pair of fives. Stupidly, I went for broke and discarded the five and ended up with a two of clubs, leaving me only with an eight high hand. Peter won that round with only a pair of threes.

(Lesson to all, never ever take chances in strip poker. Its really not worth throwing away an admittedly low hand for a chance to get a higher one. Chances are you will never get it and wind up with nothing. To paraphrase a line I recall from the Mel Gibson film "The Patriot". . . Aim small, lose small.) 

I had lost. I couldn't help blaming myself for that faux pas, especially considering that I now had to take off my dress as a consequence. (n.b. Of course, technically, I could have removed my thong instead of my dress but to tell you the truth, my mind was in a flux and I could not really think straight at that time.)

The room took on a deathly silence as the other players waited in anticipation of my impending disrobement. Like a zombie, I stood up to peel my clinging dress from my body, shyly avoiding every ones eyes which I felt were concentrated on me. As my hands hesitated at the hem of my dress both Gina and Nicole both stood up on either side and mercifully pulled off my dress for me

They did it very slow and sensuously though, allowing my audience to feast upon and savor each and every body part of mine revealed to them.

First my shapely calves . . . then my luscious thighs. . . then moving up to my rounded hips which was only encased by my wispy thong. . .then my flat abdomen with my cute belly button in the center. . . then pausing before they uncovered my heaving breasts with my now rock hard nipples poking out. . . and finally whisking the dress off my arms overhead to reveal my flushed and embarrassed face. . . before they, in all pomp and ceremony, handed over my dress to Peter.

I must have stood there a minute all topless and clad only in a thong, while my fully clothed guests sat mesmerized and openly ogling my all but naked state. In due time, I was able to break out of my trance and took my seat between Gina and Nicole, who seemed to be seated much closer to me now, actually hemming me in on both sides. I could actually feel the material of their clothing brushing against my naked skin, which made me feel even more naked and exposed. Well, I was only in a thong and they were in long sleeved shirts and pants weren't they.

Instead of resuming the game, Peter asked if anyone wanted fresh drinks, saying that things seemed to be getting a bit too intense. Upon getting what everybody wanted Peter surprised me by having me prepare the drinks and serve it to our guests, in my present state.

Well, being the obedient wife that I am, I stood up and padded towards the bar located across the room, fully aware and thrilled that every one's eyes were concentrated at my undulating thong encased ass, as I sashayed away from them.

When I got to the bar I immediately downed a stiff drink to stable my nerves. I then proceeded to prepare what the others had ordered. Just as I was done I was joined by Gina and Nicole who told me they would help me carry the drinks back. As we stood beside each other finishing preparing the drinks, I caught our reflection in the bar's mirror. I could not help but notice how inappropriate my state of dress was compared to the other two girls, and how aroused I was getting.

When all the drinks were finally prepared, we each took two glasses in hand and headed back to the boys. It suddenly dawned on me as I was walking back that my naked breasts were now fully exposed to the guy's viewing pleasure, being unable to cover up at all with drinks in both my hands. Well, seeing as it could not be avoided, I just grinned and bared it so to speak. With a little smile on my face, I held my head high and sauntered back to my place and handed Peter his drink, unmindful of all the appreciative attention I was getting from the guys.

Once we were settled with fresh drinks, we resumed playing.

I don't know whether I am really a bad poker player or it was just bad karma for my smug and cocky attitude earlier, but I immediately lost the next hand to Gina despite having two pairs. As it turned out, Gina had a full house ten and everyone else had a higher two pair and more. To add insult to injury, both Nicole and I had identical two pairs, Queens and fours, except that she had a higher kicker card than me. Hers was an ace while mine was a three. As the realization of my loss started to seep in I noticed Gina sitting close beside me with this Cheshire cat grin on her face with her upturned palm raised. I guess she wanted my thong now. 

I don't know how I got the courage, but having been made to spend the better part of the night in various stages of undress, made my taking my thong off simply routine. I simply stood up and peeled my thong down and off, revealing for the first time the whole of my ass and my shaven crotch.

After I handed Gina my thong, which she proceeded to wind along her wrist, I made a little pirouette to enable everyone to get a full view of all my naked glory. To be honest, it felt surreal finding myself completely and utterly nude in a room full of clothed people, all of whom are my closest and dearest friends. In fact, I think the situation was made even more embarrassing by the fact that I was the only one who did all the stripping and that nobody else got close to being stripped at all. Well, Martin did lose his jacket early on but he had since recovered it.

There was a telling silence in the air as I sat down. Probably thinking that I was upset at having lost so badly, both Gina and Nicole hugged me tightly against them and tried to commiserate with my misfortune. The feel of their clothing against my bare skin greatly highlighted my feeling of nakedness which made me feel even more embarrassed, but aroused as well.

Despite my having lost everything already, the game was supposed to continue until everyone else got naked as well. However, before game could resume, Gina suggested in a most sympathetic voice while holding me tight and combing my hair with her fingers, that perhaps we should take a break first to allow my luck to change after. Although I was against the idea, everyone else took it up and a half hour break was called. I know I should have made my objections known more forcefully, Well being the only one butt naked while everyone else was fully dressed has a way of taking all the fight out of me and made me feel inferior and subservient to them. I just silently went along.

As the break started I was told by my lord and master to prepare a little snack for all of us. Gina and Nicole were told by their boyfriends to go help out, which they promised to do after they freshen up. With that, all three of us girls left the living room to the boys, with me going to the kitchen while the two other girls headed for the bathroom. 




A Night of Strip Poker



When I got to the kitchen I decided to serve some chips, sliced vegetables with dip. As I was slicing the turnips into stalks, I was finally joined by Gina and Nicole, all freshened up and ready to help out. When I turned my eyes towards them to give instructions, I noticed that not only where they fully clad in their long sleeved shirts, vests, tight pants, boots and various jewelry of mine ( Gina still had my thong wound up along her wrist), they had both raided my closet and were each wearing one of my cardigans.

Before I could say anything, Nicole said that they were feeling a bit cold and thought I wouldn't mind them borrowing my clothes. Imagine, I was the one here standing nude and they were the ones feeling cold despite their clothing. Although we had the air conditioner on, I truthfully didn't feel the cold at all. Considering my present flushed condition my body must be generating enough body heat to keep me warm.

Just as I was about to say something, both Gina and Nicole pleaded with me to keep the Cardigans and promised to take them off as soon as the game resumed. Well they both did look so good in them that I even offered to give the cardigans to them as a farewell gift. This caused another round of group hugging to break out among us, which did not help to ease my state of embarrassment at all. I did insist for them to take the cardigans off as soon as the games resumed, which they promised me to do.

As we went about busily preparing the snack, with me doing most of the work slicing up the vegetables and preparing the dip while standing in front of the kitchen counter while the two girls watched me while comfortably seated at the kitchen table, we must have presented a tableau of domesticity; except for the fact of my singular nudity.

When we were done, we loaded everything in a tray, which I carried to the living room by myself. The two girls leisurely walked behind me no doubt enjoying the view of my fully exposed ass. Noticing that I was being observed from behind, I stopped and sensuously wiggled my ass at them. This drew giggles from the girls and we all entered the living room happy.

We all pigged out on the snacks I prepared. Off course during the course of the meal I was sent back to either the kitchen or the bar to fetch something or another. I guess the guys weren't still tired of watching me walk back and forth naked.

After we were through eating we three girls were sent back to the kitchen to do the dishes. Again, it was me who did all the washing, since the other girls didn't want to get their clothes wet. They did though offer to wipe the dishes dry and stood beside me in front of the kitchen sink, while doing so. In no time at all we were done with the dishes and rejoined the men.

Meanwhile, while we were in the kitchen the phone suddenly rang with an important call for Peter from the head office. After taking the call, Peter immediately discussed the matter with the other guys, which was how we found them upon returning from the kitchen. Seeing as the guys were discussing something important us girls removed ourselves to the bar area where we started chatting up on our own, waiting for the guys to finnish.

As it turned out, our supposed half hour break extended by about an hour and a half. Most of which time I had to spend standing stark naked and trying to carry on a normal conversation with my two well dressed friends while comfortably seated in barstools. Gawd, talk about being made to feel like a second class citizen, and in my own home even. 

Eventually the guys were able to come up with a solution for what they were discussing. However, instead of immediately resuming the game, this had to wait till after Peter made a report to the office. This allowed Martin and Robert to join our little tete-a-tete by the bar, with me once more the only one naked with the two fully dressed couples.

Once Peter finally ended his call, I quickly motioned for the others to return so as to continue with the game. To be honest, I was looking forward to see who would join me in my naked state.

However . . .

Call it kismet, or what, but we were never got to resume the game. Immediately upon sitting down in the sofa, Nicole let out a deep yawn and said she was sleepy. This made Peter glance at his watch and see that it was already the wee hours of the morning. Like the ever gracious host, Peter suggested then to just end the game now, as it was already very late. All the others but one agreed with him. Me. I did not like the idea of being the only one having to strip stark naked. I wanted at least someone else to join me. Unfortunately for me, no one else took on my side and so the game ended with me the only one stripped nude while the others hardly lost anything at all.

With that over, I tried looking for my dress and shoes but they were no where around. Apparently, while I was in the kitchen Peter gathered up my dress and shoes and placed them in the bathroom hamper and shoe rack, respectivly, thinking that since I was the first one nude, I would have no further need for them that night. (Remember the stipulation for the first one nude having to party on naked.)

As I resigned myself to my continued nudity, we all said our tearful goodbyes. For the moment, I had forgotten my singular state of nudity as I tightly hugged each and every one of our friends in fair well. I even had tears streaming down my face and was openly sobbing as I bade each and every one of them adieu with a kiss. Let me tell you, there was not a dry eye in the house that night.

Both Peter and I stood side by side at the doorway to our house as we saw our friends out. Seeing it was in the early morning, I didn't think anybody would catch me standing naked by the door waving our friends off.

It was only after our friends had left that I realized that my jewelry was still with the girls. And, my thong as well for that matter. Except for my wedding band, I was prepared to let the girls have the rest as a keep sake. I was able to get everything back from the girls the next day. That is, except for the thong which Gina swore to me she had left behind in the hamper after using the bathroom last. I don't believe her. She had the look of the cat that had just eaten the mouse when she told me that tale. Anyway let her keep it if she wants it. ( An off shot of Gina's purloining my thong was that I never did get to wear any underwear whenever I wore that white dress again. Somehow, I felt most comfortable going commando in that white dress even if it was quite short. I guess I just loved the naughty feeling of knowing I was completely nude under that dress, in the company of others. 

As a postscript, you will be happy to know that immediately after closing the door, Peter all but ravished me and we made passionate love on the sofa I had just spent most of the time naked. I guess he really found having his wife spend and evening totally nude with his friends quite a turn on. I probably shouldn't divulge any of the details here as it would be off topic and I could get into trouble with our hard working co-moderator (Love you RJ).



Hi groupies,

I was just about to post another Carol and Linda series with strip poker as the theme when I recalled a personal experience on this.

A few years back my husband Peter was stationed by his office in Manila , the capital of the Philippines . Like the ever loyal wife that I am (snicker) I accompanied him in his exile. At that time Peter and I were in our mid twenties and looked more to his assignment as an adventure than anything else.

While in Manila Peter befriended two Canadian expatriates who were about the same age as him, whose names were Martin and Robert. Pretty soon all three became close friends and simply inseparable. They would do everything together. They would take their lunches, go drinking, play golf, party and even go on vacations together.

As for me, I would often join them in their escapades and so got to know Martin and Robert and we became close friends as well. Martin and Robert were seeing these two Filipina beauties, Gina and Nicole. Both girls were in their early twenties but had this youthful glow about them that made them look just out of their teens. They were both fun loving and easy to get along with, and would always join their boyfriends whenever they were out with Peter and I. Needless to say, they too became my closest friends.

After spending a number of years abroad, Peter was finally recalled back by his office. He got promoted. Much as we were ecstatic to finally go home, we were a bit saddened having to tell our friends of our imminent departure.

As to be expected, our friends were greatly saddened by the news but were genuinely happy at Peter's promotion and congratulated him profusely. They offered to throw a party for Peter and myself, just the six of us, both as a "despedida" (going away party) and celebration for Peter's upcoming promotion.

On the day of the party, Peter and I dressed to the nines. Peter in a long sleeved shirt and slacks with sports coat and black dress shoes; while I was in a white one piece halter dress, white stiletto heels and matching jewelry. I did not bother wearing stockings because of the tropical heat, nor did I wear a bra since the dress I wore had built in cups for breast support. The only thing I wore under the dress was a white thong which prevented panty lines from appearing in the dress.

We met the guys in the lobby of one of the fancier hotels where we then proceeded to the top floor to have dinner at its fanciest restaurant, which offered a panoramic view of the city. Both Martin and Robert came similarly dressed like Peter in sports coats; while Gina and Nicole came almost similarly attired in long sleeved shirts, vests and skin tight pants which hugged and clearly highlighted their slim figures. The only difference in their attires was that Gina's pants were in black leather while Nicole wore stretch jeans. I found out later that they both were wearing boots, as well.

After a fantastic dinner we went barhopping. Drinking and having fun all throughout the night. As it was getting late and everyone seemed to be getting drunker, I invited everybody to continue celebrating in the house where we could all lay back and mellow out in each other's company. Everyone agreed and so we all headed for our house.

When we got home I directed everyone to make themselves comfortable in our living room while I got the wine. After everyone was given a glass everyone started talking to each other. For some reason, the topic of discussion went to strip poker which caused the exchange to get much more lively and animated, especially between the guys.

For reasons yet unknown to me, it was I who first suggested that we play. Yes, you can probably blame it on the copious amounts of alcohol I imbibed or probably a Freudian desire to see another naked man aside from my husband Pete, but it was I who set everything in motion and planted the seed leading to my own destruction.

Upon hearing my suggestion the guys paused but a moment but heartily agreed to play. At least from their expressions I know Martin and Robert were most enthusiastic at the prospect of getting to see naked female flesh, but Peter seemed to be a bit reserved, probably shocked that it was I who initiated the game and only went along with the idea so as not to disappoint his guests, like the good host he is.

As to be expected both Gina and Nicole were a bit hesitant to play. Being Filipinas they were a lot more modest about having to bare their bodies. It took quite a lot of persuading from Martin and Robert before they finally agreed to play along, albeit most reluctantly. Truth be told, I too joined in trying to convince the girls to play. Ironically, I believe one of my most convincing arguments was that they need not take off anything at all during the game, as someone else could be unluckier than them and get stripped naked naked before they do.

Once decided we would be playing strip poker some rules had to be set. 

First, The game will continue even after one player gets nude and end after everyone is stripped naked. Both Gina and Nicole voted for the game stop as soon as one player is stripped naked, but they were outvoted. Second, Only the lowest hand in each game had to strip. Everyone agreed.

Third, First one stripped naked will lose all right to wear clothes for the rest of the party. Everyone else gets to put what they lost back on.As to be expected, Gina and Nicole, insisted that all clothing be returned after the game; while the guys Martin and Robert insisted otherwise claiming that this would be a good incentive for everyone to play well.

Peter abstained. As a host he didn't want any of his guests to feel uncomfortable in his home, by having them party on nude as a consequence of losing. But if the others decide that would be the rule, then he would abide by it.

For my part, rather than take the same road as my husband being the hostess of the affair, I openly sided with the guys and voted for total nudity for the loser for the rest of the party. I really must have a mean streak in me and must confess secretly looked forward to having one of our guests as the loser, especially either Gina and Nicole, who looked at me pensively as I cast the deciding vote.

After agreeing to the rules an inventory was made of each players clothing. It was decided that each player is allowed to remove seven articles of clothing before they get stripped. 

The guys:

1. Sports Jacket 2. Shoes 3. Socks 4. Long sleeved shirt 5. Pants 6. Undershirt 7. Boxers or briefs

For the girls (i.e. Gina and Nicole):

1. Vest 2. Boots 3. Stocking or socks 4. Long sleeved shirt 5. Pants 6. Bra 7. Panties

My case was different. Since I was only in a one piece dress and had no stockings, nor a bra on, I was allowed to remove pieces of jewelry to make up for lack of clothing. Since jewelry were not considered items of clothing which had to be stripped off, at least for the others, they can still wear them for the rest of the party even if they do lose; unlike me who would be literally naked as the day she was born, in case of a loss.

In my case then, the stripping will be as follows: 1. Watch 2. Earrings 3. Necklace 4. Rings/wedding band 5. Shoes 6. Dress 7. Panties 

After having taken care of the rules, we arranged ourselves around our glass topped coffee table ready to play. We girls were seated side by side on the sofa, with me in the middle; while Martin and Robert sat facing us on the side chairs found at either end of the sofa, while Peter took his position directly in front of us girls, on the ottoman.

Since there was six of us playing, it was agreed that though we would each be given five cards to start, only a maximum of three could be changed per hand. You could easily tell that all the guys were excited and raring to go, even Peter; while the other two girls were obviously nervous and you could say even scared. As for me, I was calm and cool as ice and surely exuded an aura of invincibility, never believing for a second that I could lose.

When the first round got under way, I was pleasantly surprised that I was immediately dealt a full house, making any change of cards unnecessary. I just sat there with a smug and superior look in my face as the other players scrambled to discard cards hoping to get a better combination. Stealing glances towards the two girls beside me I could not help but notice that they both had worried looks on their faces as they looked over their cards. Hmmp. Talk about poker faces, there sure was a lack of that here, at least as far as Gina and Nicole were concerned.

It goes without saying, that when everyone showed their cards, I had the highest hand of all six players. Martin had the lowest with only an Ace high. 

To the hoots and catcalls of the other men, Martin quickly doffed his sports coat but paused a while, unsure of whether he should hand me the jacket or merely set it aside. After a quick discussion it was decided that the loser of a hand must hand over the lost article to the winner, who in turn may use the same in case he or she loses. It was also agreed, at the insistence of I think Gina, that while the lost item was in the possession of the winner, he or she may put it on. That was the only concession any of the girls got that night. 

As a result of the new rule, I stood up and ceremoniously donned Martin's jacket which I am sure made me look comical due to our disparity in size. Martin was a hulking 6 footer while I was a slender woman with a svelte figure ( I stand around 5'6"). Despite the feeling that I was wearing a tent on my shoulders I gamely modeled my new fashion outfit for the others before sitting down for the next round. 

The second round did not start of well for me as I was immediately dealt garbage. Fortunately, I was able to draw a pair of Jacks after changing the maximum number of three cards. Although not high at all, I was nevertheless satisfied with my hand, thinking that it would surely not be the lowest for the round. I surreptitiously looked over at the other players and noticed that Nicole had a somewhat panicked look on her face. This reinforced my confidence which led me in all bravado to call for everyone to lay their cards down.

And they did.

Unfortunately, all the other players had higher cards than me with Nicole winning the hand with a trio of fours. Gina had a pair of kings. I gave Gina Martin's jacket happy at least to finally get its weight of my shoulders. As she was even slimmer than me, Gina didn't bother to put the jacket on but instead draped it over the back of the sofa.

Feeling a bit piqued at having lost the second round, I ferociously attacked my cards just as soon as they were dealt. Alas, to my ever increasing horror that second round was the start of my worst losing streak ever, that I lost five hands in a row. Piece by piece I had to remove all my jewelry and hand them over to the other players. I think my watch ended up with Robert, my earrings and necklace with Peter and my rings with Nicole. Nicole had a mischievous look on her face as she put my rings and wedding band on her fingers and began modeling them for the others to admire.

I had a queasy feeling in my stomach seeing my wedding band in another woman's hand, but was quickly made to snap out of it when told I had lost again. Left with no other choice, I slowly removed both my shoes and timidly handed them over to Martin, who had finally won a round. 

Play halted when a short powder room break was requested by the girls. As we made our way to the bathrooms to freshen up, I could not help but notice the sharp contrast the clip clopping of their boots made on the hardwood floor as compared to the slip slapping of my bare feet. It really made me feel already naked somewhat.

Back from the break, I immediately took stock of my situation. I was just two steps away from total nudity, while all the other players were still fully clothed. Some even more dressed than when they started. Remember Nicole and my rings?

Anyway, fortunately for me, my losing streak finally ended and it was Gina who lost to Martin. She simply handed over the jacket back to Martin who, in turn, immediately put it back on, no doubt feeling quite happy being fully dressed once more.

I didn't lose any of the next few hands, but my clothing sure made the rounds of the other players. Eventually all my jewelry ended up with either Gina or Nicole, both of whom took great pleasure in wearing them in front of me. In addition to my rings, Nicole got my necklace which she even had the cheek to ask me to put on her. Gina on the other hand ended up with my watch, which she immediately put on her wrist even if she was already wearing a watch herself (lucky for her she had on a long sleeved shirt which hid the fact she had two watches on her arm, otherwise she would have looked like those soldiers out looking for booty in those old war documentaries). She also won my earrings which she too put on, but that was ok since she wasn't wearing any in the first place.




A Night of Strip Poker



My shoes made the rounds too, but none of the guys seemed to want to put them on.

After a few rounds had passed, I received a potential straight flush in eight to four diamonds, except that I was missing the seven and instead had another five as my fifth card. So I had a low pair of fives. Stupidly, I went for broke and discarded the five and ended up with a two of clubs, leaving me only with an eight high hand. Peter won that round with only a pair of threes.

(Lesson to all, never ever take chances in strip poker. Its really not worth throwing away an admittedly low hand for a chance to get a higher one. Chances are you will never get it and wind up with nothing. To paraphrase a line I recall from the Mel Gibson film "The Patriot". . . Aim small, lose small.) 

I had lost. I couldn't help blaming myself for that faux pas, especially considering that I now had to take off my dress as a consequence. (n.b. Of course, technically, I could have removed my thong instead of my dress but to tell you the truth, my mind was in a flux and I could not really think straight at that time.)

The room took on a deathly silence as the other players waited in anticipation of my impending disrobement. Like a zombie, I stood up to peel my clinging dress from my body, shyly avoiding every ones eyes which I felt were concentrated on me. As my hands hesitated at the hem of my dress both Gina and Nicole both stood up on either side and mercifully pulled off my dress for me

They did it very slow and sensuously though, allowing my audience to feast upon and savor each and every body part of mine revealed to them.

First my shapely calves . . . then my luscious thighs. . . then moving up to my rounded hips which was only encased by my wispy thong. . .then my flat abdomen with my cute belly button in the center. . . then pausing before they uncovered my heaving breasts with my now rock hard nipples poking out. . . and finally whisking the dress off my arms overhead to reveal my flushed and embarrassed face. . . before they, in all pomp and ceremony, handed over my dress to Peter.

I must have stood there a minute all topless and clad only in a thong, while my fully clothed guests sat mesmerized and openly ogling my all but naked state. In due time, I was able to break out of my trance and took my seat between Gina and Nicole, who seemed to be seated much closer to me now, actually hemming me in on both sides. I could actually feel the material of their clothing brushing against my naked skin, which made me feel even more naked and exposed. Well, I was only in a thong and they were in long sleeved shirts and pants weren't they.

Instead of resuming the game, Peter asked if anyone wanted fresh drinks, saying that things seemed to be getting a bit too intense. Upon getting what everybody wanted Peter surprised me by having me prepare the drinks and serve it to our guests, in my present state.

Well, being the obedient wife that I am, I stood up and padded towards the bar located across the room, fully aware and thrilled that every one's eyes were concentrated at my undulating thong encased ass, as I sashayed away from them.

When I got to the bar I immediately downed a stiff drink to stable my nerves. I then proceeded to prepare what the others had ordered. Just as I was done I was joined by Gina and Nicole who told me they would help me carry the drinks back. As we stood beside each other finishing preparing the drinks, I caught our reflection in the bar's mirror. I could not help but notice how inappropriate my state of dress was compared to the other two girls, and how aroused I was getting.

When all the drinks were finally prepared, we each took two glasses in hand and headed back to the boys. It suddenly dawned on me as I was walking back that my naked breasts were now fully exposed to the guy's viewing pleasure, being unable to cover up at all with drinks in both my hands. Well, seeing as it could not be avoided, I just grinned and bared it so to speak. With a little smile on my face, I held my head high and sauntered back to my place and handed Peter his drink, unmindful of all the appreciative attention I was getting from the guys.

Once we were settled with fresh drinks, we resumed playing.

I don't know whether I am really a bad poker player or it was just bad karma for my smug and cocky attitude earlier, but I immediately lost the next hand to Gina despite having two pairs. As it turned out, Gina had a full house ten and everyone else had a higher two pair and more. To add insult to injury, both Nicole and I had identical two pairs, Queens and fours, except that she had a higher kicker card than me. Hers was an ace while mine was a three. As the realization of my loss started to seep in I noticed Gina sitting close beside me with this Cheshire cat grin on her face with her upturned palm raised. I guess she wanted my thong now. 

I don't know how I got the courage, but having been made to spend the better part of the night in various stages of undress, made my taking my thong off simply routine. I simply stood up and peeled my thong down and off, revealing for the first time the whole of my ass and my shaven crotch.

After I handed Gina my thong, which she proceeded to wind along her wrist, I made a little pirouette to enable everyone to get a full view of all my naked glory. To be honest, it felt surreal finding myself completely and utterly nude in a room full of clothed people, all of whom are my closest and dearest friends. In fact, I think the situation was made even more embarrassing by the fact that I was the only one who did all the stripping and that nobody else got close to being stripped at all. Well, Martin did lose his jacket early on but he had since recovered it.

There was a telling silence in the air as I sat down. Probably thinking that I was upset at having lost so badly, both Gina and Nicole hugged me tightly against them and tried to commiserate with my misfortune. The feel of their clothing against my bare skin greatly highlighted my feeling of nakedness which made me feel even more embarrassed, but aroused as well.

Despite my having lost everything already, the game was supposed to continue until everyone else got naked as well. However, before game could resume, Gina suggested in a most sympathetic voice while holding me tight and combing my hair with her fingers, that perhaps we should take a break first to allow my luck to change after. Although I was against the idea, everyone else took it up and a half hour break was called. I know I should have made my objections known more forcefully, Well being the only one butt naked while everyone else was fully dressed has a way of taking all the fight out of me and made me feel inferior and subservient to them. I just silently went along.

As the break started I was told by my lord and master to prepare a little snack for all of us. Gina and Nicole were told by their boyfriends to go help out, which they promised to do after they freshen up. With that, all three of us girls left the living room to the boys, with me going to the kitchen while the two other girls headed for the bathroom. 

When I got to the kitchen I decided to serve some chips, sliced vegetables with dip. As I was slicing the turnips into stalks, I was finally joined by Gina and Nicole, all freshened up and ready to help out. When I turned my eyes towards them to give instructions, I noticed that not only where they fully clad in their long sleeved shirts, vests, tight pants, boots and various jewelry of mine ( Gina still had my thong wound up along her wrist), they had both raided my closet and were each wearing one of my cardigans.

Before I could say anything, Nicole said that they were feeling a bit cold and thought I wouldn't mind them borrowing my clothes. Imagine, I was the one here standing nude and they were the ones feeling cold despite their clothing. Although we had the air conditioner on, I truthfully didn't feel the cold at all. Considering my present flushed condition my body must be generating enough body heat to keep me warm.

Just as I was about to say something, both Gina and Nicole pleaded with me to keep the Cardigans and promised to take them off as soon as the game resumed. Well they both did look so good in them that I even offered to give the cardigans to them as a farewell gift. This caused another round of group hugging to break out among us, which did not help to ease my state of embarrassment at all. I did insist for them to take the cardigans off as soon as the games resumed, which they promised me to do.

As we went about busily preparing the snack, with me doing most of the work slicing up the vegetables and preparing the dip while standing in front of the kitchen counter while the two girls watched me while comfortably seated at the kitchen table, we must have presented a tableau of domesticity; except for the fact of my singular nudity.

When we were done, we loaded everything in a tray, which I carried to the living room by myself. The two girls leisurely walked behind me no doubt enjoying the view of my fully exposed ass. Noticing that I was being observed from behind, I stopped and sensuously wiggled my ass at them. This drew giggles from the girls and we all entered the living room happy.

We all pigged out on the snacks I prepared. Off course during the course of the meal I was sent back to either the kitchen or the bar to fetch something or another. I guess the guys weren't still tired of watching me walk back and forth naked.

After we were through eating we three girls were sent back to the kitchen to do the dishes. Again, it was me who did all the washing, since the other girls didn't want to get their clothes wet. They did though offer to wipe the dishes dry and stood beside me in front of the kitchen sink, while doing so. In no time at all we were done with the dishes and rejoined the men.

Meanwhile, while we were in the kitchen the phone suddenly rang with an important call for Peter from the head office. After taking the call, Peter immediately discussed the matter with the other guys, which was how we found them upon returning from the kitchen. Seeing as the guys were discussing something important us girls removed ourselves to the bar area where we started chatting up on our own, waiting for the guys to finnish.

As it turned out, our supposed half hour break extended by about an hour and a half. Most of which time I had to spend standing stark naked and trying to carry on a normal conversation with my two well dressed friends while comfortably seated in barstools. Gawd, talk about being made to feel like a second class citizen, and in my own home even. 

Eventually the guys were able to come up with a solution for what they were discussing. However, instead of immediately resuming the game, this had to wait till after Peter made a report to the office. This allowed Martin and Robert to join our little tete-a-tete by the bar, with me once more the only one naked with the two fully dressed couples.

Once Peter finally ended his call, I quickly motioned for the others to return so as to continue with the game. To be honest, I was looking forward to see who would join me in my naked state.

However . . .

Call it kismet, or what, but we were never got to resume the game. Immediately upon sitting down in the sofa, Nicole let out a deep yawn and said she was sleepy. This made Peter glance at his watch and see that it was already the wee hours of the morning. Like the ever gracious host, Peter suggested then to just end the game now, as it was already very late. All the others but one agreed with him. Me. I did not like the idea of being the only one having to strip stark naked. I wanted at least someone else to join me. Unfortunately for me, no one else took on my side and so the game ended with me the only one stripped nude while the others hardly lost anything at all.

With that over, I tried looking for my dress and shoes but they were no where around. Apparently, while I was in the kitchen Peter gathered up my dress and shoes and placed them in the bathroom hamper and shoe rack, respectivly, thinking that since I was the first one nude, I would have no further need for them that night. (Remember the stipulation for the first one nude having to party on naked.)

As I resigned myself to my continued nudity, we all said our tearful goodbyes. For the moment, I had forgotten my singular state of nudity as I tightly hugged each and every one of our friends in fair well. I even had tears streaming down my face and was openly sobbing as I bade each and every one of them adieu with a kiss. Let me tell you, there was not a dry eye in the house that night.

Both Peter and I stood side by side at the doorway to our house as we saw our friends out. Seeing it was in the early morning, I didn't think anybody would catch me standing naked by the door waving our friends off.

It was only after our friends had left that I realized that my jewelry was still with the girls. And, my thong as well for that matter. Except for my wedding band, I was prepared to let the girls have the rest as a keep sake. I was able to get everything back from the girls the next day. That is, except for the thong which Gina swore to me she had left behind in the hamper after using the bathroom last. I don't believe her. She had the look of the cat that had just eaten the mouse when she told me that tale. Anyway let her keep it if she wants it. ( An off shoot of Gina's purloining my thong was that I never wear underwear whenever I wear that white dress again. Somehow, I feel most comfortable going commando in that white dress, even if it was quite short. I guess I just loved the naughty feeling of knowing I was completely nude under that dress, in the company of others. 

As a postscript, you will be happy to know that immediately after closing the door, Peter all but ravished me and we made passionate love on the sofa I had just spent most of the time naked. I guess he really found having his wife spend and evening totally nude with his friends quite a turn on. I probably shouldn't divulge any of the details here since my husband is such a private person.



A Night of Surprise



As Roxanne nursed her martini in the lobby bar of the Royal Victorian hotel, her mind raced as she contemplated what might transpire that evening. Roxanne replayed last evenings call from Ryan. Ryan had been traveling on business extensively and invited Roxanne to a romantic dinner. Roxanne smiled as she recalled Ryan's promise of a very special dessert.

She scanned the room and observed a young couple engaged in animated conversation. As the man gently stroked the shapely leg of his date, Roxanne felt a tingle of excitement. She was feeling sexy and very aroused. Roxanne rolled her head back, closed her eyes and recalled the evening of steamy sex that she and Ryan had shared before his recent trip to Seattle. Roxanne felt the strong hand of a man on her right thigh and opened her eyes to see Ryan standing before her. She drank in his ruggedly handsome face as Ryan stroked the silky material of her form fitting dress. He leaned forward and kissed Roxanne deeply, pulling her close as he ran his left hand through her soft hair. Again she tingled with anticipation and felt the faint dampness of excitement building in her sex. Ryan finished off the martini and took Roxanne by the hand, leading her to the hotel dining room.

They were seated in a private section of the dining room and as though scripted, the waiter immediately reappeared with a bottle of Frog's Leap merlot. The wine was Roxanne's favorite and she smiled as she tipped the glass to enjoy its contents. The couple shared the week's activities, and talked of plans to visit their lakeshore cabin in the coming weeks. As Ryan recounted the highlights of his successful trip, Roxanne slipped off one of her high heels and extended her foot towards him. Sliding forward, Roxanne gently placed her foot on Ryan's sex. As she slowly caressed him, Roxanne could feel Ryan's cock stiffening. She laughed quietly as Ryan struggled to remain composed as the waiter presented their main course. Throughout the remainder of their dinner Roxanne teased Ryan's sex and felt the excitement of anticipation as she fantasized about what might be in store for the evening.

As their plates were cleared, Ryan announced that dessert would be enjoyed in their suite. The couple made their way to the lobby and quickly slipped into the waiting elevator. Alone in the elevator, Ryan drew Roxanne towards him and kissed her neck as he ran his right hand up her thigh. As their lips met, Ryan swiftly reached under Roxanne's dress, trailing his fingers along her thighs to her sex. Roxanne shuddered as Ryan gently slid a finger into her wet pussy and firmly kissed her full lips. The lovers quickly exited the elevator and hurried towards their room. As the door closed, Ryan pinned Roxanne to the wall, holding her pretty face with both hands, kissing her lips and gently biting her ear lobes. He kissed her neck as his left hand caressed her right breast. Roxanne moaned as Ryan pulled her towards him. Their lips met and their tongues gently explored as their excitement builds. Ryan lead Roxanne towards the king sized bed. She spots a silk scarf on the bed and asked whether this was a gift from Ryan's recent trip. Ryan replied that it indeed was a gift and that there was a further surprise awaiting Roxanne. Ryan picked up the scarf and walked behind Roxanne, blindfolding Roxanne with the silky material and gently knotting the scarf. As Roxanne stood in total darkness, her excitement increased as Ryan turned on music and placed a glass of champagne into her hand.

Ryan gently kissed her cheeks, ears and neck while he stroked her thighs. Roxanne drained her glass of champagne and dropped her glass to the carpeted floor. Ryan slipped the straps of Roxanne's dress down her shoulders as he kissed her shoulders and chest. Reaching behind Roxanne, he quickly unzipped her dress and slowly began to remove the garment. Roxanne was wearing a sexy black lace bra and matching sheer thong panties. The sight immediately aroused Ryan and he slid behind Roxanne, kissing her neck as he cupped her breasts with both hands. Roxanne slid off her heels as Ryan removed her bra. Her firm breasts sprung forward and Ryan squeezed her erect nipples as he continued to kiss her neck and shoulders. Ryan slid his hands down Roxanne's taut stomach, hooking his thumbs on the material of her sheer thong panties, gently sliding the panties down her hips. As the thong dropped to the floor, Ryan slid his hand from her hip to her wet pussy, gently teasing her with his fingers. Ryan arched his back and pulled Roxanne backwards. She was startled by the sudden switch and widened her stance to regain her balance.

As Ryan kissed Roxanne's neck and caressed her breasts, she felt another pair of hands lightly gripping her hips. Roxanne was momentarily startled by the unexpected guest, but the feeling was quickly replaced with a feeling of arousal as Ryan continued to kiss her neck and shoulders. The guest cupped Roxanne's bottom as she pulled her pussy close to her face, kissing and gently biting Roxanne's sex. Roxanne moaned with pleasure and pulled the guests head into her sex. Stroking her long soft hair, Roxanne quickly realized that their guest was female. The thought of another woman pleasuring her heightened her level of arousal. She reached behind and ran her open palm along Ryan's inner thigh. She worked her hand up his leg and rubbed his hard cock through his pants. Ryan moaned and firmly pinched Roxanne's nipples as their guest continued to explore her wet pussy with a probing tongue.

Ryan released Roxanne as their guest led her to the bed. As the women embraced, Roxanne could feel the erect nipples of her partner's large breasts against her chest. They kissed deeply and Roxanne trailed her fingers down her partner's legs toward her smooth sex, slipping a finger into her wet pussy. Her partner gently moved Roxanne onto the bed on her back and began to run her hands through her hair, kissing her neck and pulling her body into her. She began to kiss and caress Roxanne's breasts and eagerly took her breast into her mouth; licking her nipple as she caressed Roxanne's other breast with her hand. She flicked her tongue on Roxanne's erect nipples, alternating between kissing, nibbling and caressing. Roxanne's back arched as her partner slowly glided her hand down to her hips. She could clearly feel Roxanne's excitement as she reaches her damp pussy. She gently traces Roxanne's lips as she kisses and nibbles her breasts. Roxanne's moaning excites both women as the guest works her way down Roxanne's stomach and hips, arriving at her pussy. She begins to kiss Roxanne's hips and inner thighs; occasionally flicking her tongue at Roxanne's waiting pussy. She can wait not longer and begins to devour Roxanne's wet sex. Her tongue explores Roxanne's pussy and locks on her clit. She slowly stimulates Roxanne's clit with her tongue as Roxanne's head rolls back, and she runs her tongue her lips. Roxanne caresses her own breasts and gently squeezes her nipples. This is a turn on for her guest, and she increases the pace with which she is licking and kissing Roxanne's moist pussy, stimulating her clit with increasing pressure. 

As Roxanne enjoyed being pleasured by their guest, Ryan kissed Roxanne's neck and breasts. Roxanne reached for Ryan and took his hard cock into her hand. She reaches behind Ryan, cupping his firm bottom with her hand and pulled him towards her. Ryan guides his rock card into Roxanne's warm mouth placing his hands on her face. Roxanne took his member deep and caressed his balls with her right hand. She slid her tongue along his hard shaft encircling the tip with her tongue. Ryan rolls his head back, closing his eyes and moans with excitement and pleasure. Ryan withdrew as their guest rolled Roxanne on top of her, pulling Roxanne's sex into her waiting tongue. Roxanne gently explored her partner's smooth sex and feverishly licked and kissed her moist pussy. They slowly stimulated each others sex, licking, kissing and nibbling.

Ryan positioned himself behind Roxanne and worked a finger into her moist sex and rapidly brings her to full excitement. As Roxanne pleasures their guest, Ryan glides his hard cock into her waiting pussy. He grinds his rock hard cock into her wet sex as he caresses her breasts and gently pinches her nipples. Ryan begins to increase his rhythm. Their guest is nearing climax as Ryan's cock rapidly glides in and out of Roxanne's pussy. As her partner climaxes and pulls Roxanne's face into her sopping wet pussy, Ryan reaches orgasm and delivers his hot load into Roxanne's pulsing wet pussy. Roxanne pushes hard against his cock and shudder as her cascading orgasm overtakes her.

The three partners collapse to the mattress, a pool of sated desire. Ryan kisses Roxanne's back and shoulders. As he pulls Roxanne close into his body, Roxanne wonders when she has ever enjoyed dessert this much.



A Night of Surprises



This is an absolute true story. 

Recently, I found myself having had a few drinks and feeling very horny. After leaving the bar I decided that I would stop at a nearby porn store to pick up some much needed new porn. As I wondered around the store looking at all of the sex videos and magazines I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. See, I was afraid that someone in the store would spot my growing hard-on while I looked at the front covers and back covers of all of the videos. Now, of course everyone was there for the same reason but I guess I just get a bit shy in that kind of situation.

Anyway, while I was walking around I noticed a doorway that was surrounded in neon and covered with a cloth. I felt my curiosity begin to kick-in as I made my way to the door. I knew that it was probably some type of movie room but I couldn't wait to see exactly what there was on the other side of the curtain to see.

Going through the doorway I notice that it's a hallway with a number of doorways on either side. Now feeling bolder (and somewhat hornier) I made my way down the hall that was filled with the sounds of porno film groaning and moaning. My cock now started to strain in my pants as I slipped into one of the empty rooms. The first thing I noticed was a video screen on the wall, which I put money into and then started going through the different choices. I found a film of a woman getting fucked from behind by a guy that I quite enjoyed and sat down in the chair.

My cock was now rock hard and I knew I had to take it out and stroke it but I wasn't sure if I was allowed to do that- but I did anyway. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans down to my knees and started stroking my 7" cock while watching this woman get fucked. Then I found myself wanting to see more- so I stood up (cock in hand) and starting switching the videos until I came to a video of two guys having sex. This really got me going even more. For while I had had the experience of sucking a guys cock once it was still something that turned me on and seemed very taboo.

I sat back down again and watched as one guy sucked on the other guy's long thick cock and I moaned, as I got closer to cumming. That's when I noticed that a cock was sticking through the wall next to me through a glory hole. Now, not having seen the hole there in the first place, I was a bit shocked but I then got over it, walked over and started to stroke the cock. It felt great to be watching gay porn and stroking an unknown cock as well as my own in a public location.

That's when I took my hand and directed him to come into my room. He left the hole and I waited for a minute with all sorts of thought going through my brain- while I love sex with women, I do find myself having a bit of a bi side that needs attention. Just then the guy entered the room- with both our pants down we started to fondle each other's cocks- never saying a word. He was a completely shaven Hispanic guy (I am White) with a cock slightly shorter than mine. We stood there and stroked each others' cocks and started making out. I loved rubbing his bare chest and it wasn't long before I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. I went down on him slow and stroked him while pinching his nipples. His hand was on my head and he made all sorts of noises that let me know that I was doing everything right.

While I sucked his cock in the blue light of the video room, I saw another cock poke through the glory hole. I took my hand and started stroking it. Then I went back to work on the Hispanic guy while he stroked the cock in the glory hole. That's when I motioned for the guy in the other room to join us and it wasn't long before he did. This guy was a tall hairy white guy with a huge cock. The minute he came in he dropped his pants and started sucking and stroking my cock. I then switched and started to suck on the Hispanic guy's nipples- biting and pulling at them. The three of us were going at it when another cock came through the glory hole and I automatically waved him in to join us. The guy who entered was a black man with a nice sized cock- by now I was sucking on the white guys long cock and the Hispanic guy was getting his cock sucked by the white guy. Right way I broke off and started sucking the black guys long spongy cock. I couldn't believe what was going on- us four strangers sucking and kissing in a video booth without any of us having said a word. And as for cock- we were all getting our share!

The black guy then left and the white guy turned me around to fuck me in the ass. I was ready. I had had girlfriends that had fucked me with dildos before so I knew what to expect- but when he eased that monster cock of his up inside me I knew I would have to try the real thing again sometime. He fucked me in the ass for a few minutes while the Hispanic guy kissed me and jerked off. Then the white guy just as quietly left.

So it was the Hispanic guy and me again and I must admit that I found him to be very attractive so I was glad that it was he and I. He took my head and put my mouth on his nipple and his on mine while we both jerked ourselves off shooting our hot cum all over the walls of the room with loud grunts.

That's when we introduced ourselves, pulled our pants up and went on our separate way. It was a hot time that further pushed my bisexual ways and needs and since then I have told a woman friend who was very turned on by the whole thing and is very interested to go with me sometime to try it all again. It would really turn me on to have a woman there too! Well, time now to go jerk off and think about it again.

Hope you like this true story- comments welcome. 



A Night of Surprises



The mechanical clink of the lock sounds as the key turns in lock of the front door. He is the first to arrive home, even after making a couple stops to prepare for the evening. Pushing the door open, he carries in a small black plastic bag. They have been planning a night out for over a week, and that night has finally come. He closes the front door behind him and heads towards the kitchen. Reaching into the refridgerator, he grabs a soda to cool his throat. He leans against the counter, drinking his soda. 

As the black plastic bag laying next to him on the counter, he reaches in and pulls out the decorated box. The blue ribbon streaking across the white wrapping paper catches his eye. Slightly out of place, he straightens the ribbon before setting it back down on the counter. He grabs the plastic bag and disposes of it in the trash can. Leaving the box on the counter, he ambles to the bedroom to get ready for the night. 

The front door opens easily, as she slips in from a hard day at the office. Excited about the prospect of a night out on the town, she quickly thinks of what she needs to do to get ready. A change of cloths, something cool to drink, and a quick shower are on the agenda of her mind. She decides to get the drink first, and heads into the kitchen. Her attention is immediately grabbed by the blue ribbon wrapped box. A smile crosses her lips as she makes her way towards the counter to gaze upon the box. He is always surprising her with little gifts here and there. She thinks to herself how nice he treats her. 

Her attention is suddenly taken from the box by the sound of his footsteps into the kitchen. "Good evening, dear." he says. 

"Ohh... Hello." she replies, "I didn't hear you come in." 

"I haven't been home long. Just long enough to shower quickly and change cloths." he says. "I see you found my gift for you." He grins and says, "Go ahead. Open it."

Her fingers eagerly seach for the seam of the wrapping paper. She slips the ribbon off of the box with a single finger and finds the seam of the wrapping paper. Her finger slips just under the wrapping paper, seperating the taped edge. The paper unfolds to reveal a box containing a pair of remote controlled vibrating panties. She grins at the thought and possiblilities flood her mind. Her thoughts are interupted by his words.

"I want you to wear those while we are out tonight." he says, "I already have the remote tucked away safely in my pocket." A devilish grin slips over his face. "Go get ready to go." 

His command rings in her ears as she slips out of the kitchen. She gathers her cloths for the evening before heading to the bathroom for her shower. 

He waits patiently for her to finish her shower. He sneaks quietly to the bathroom door, not making a sound. He anxiously waits to hit the switch on the remote. He listens quietly at the door as the water is turned off. Guess the amount of time it would take for her to slip the panties on, he flips the switch. Instantly a soft moan escapes from the bathroom, giving proof that his timing was good. He flips the switch off after another second or two. His impish grin growing wider with the prospects of the evening.

He quickly steps back to the kitchen to wait for her. Hiding his grin, she enters the kitchen. She is prepared for the evening. "Thanks for making me quiver while trying to put my bra on." she states. 

"What?!", he replies "I didn't do anything." The gleam in his eyes giving away his secrets. 

"Are you ready to get going?", he asks.

"Yes, let's get this night started.", she replies.

He takes her hand and leads her to the front door. Opening the door and guiding her out onto the porch. He smiles as he locks the house before taking her hand again. He leads her down the steps and to the passanger's side of the car. He reachs down and opens the door for her. A sudden wave of pleasure washes over her, the stimulation catching her off guard. His grin gives him away again as he leads her to sit in the car. He quickly closes her door and walks around the back of the car before turning off the remote. 

With a grin, he slips into the car and begins driving towards thier first destination of the evening. They make small talk about each other's day. How the day went and how happy they are that the weekend has finally arrived. He asks, "So... are you excited about tonight?" and before she can answer, the sudden sensation eminates from her panties. She regains control of her words quickly and says, "Yes... very excited." He grins and allows the panties to run for a few more seconds, before turning off the panties.

The car gently glides into the parking lot of the Dave and Buster's, and into a parking space. He slips out the driver's door and heads around towards the passanger's side. Opening the door and hitting the switch on the remote again, she slowly stands up from her car seat. He grins at her and takes her hand. He pulls the remote from his pocket and turns off the vibration. Checking the remote, he changes a switch setting and slips the remote back into his pocket as they head towards the front door. 

The doorman greets the couple and opens the enterance for them. The couple thank him as they step inside of the darkened rooms. The sounds of the games, people's banter, and the noise of the bar fills the air as they stride into the gaming area. He takes his wallet out of his pocket and pulls out the Dave and Buster's Powercard and a $20 bill. He hands over the card and bill to the female clerk at the Powerstation. He thanks her as she hands the card back to him and wishes them both good luck and a good time. A grin slips over his lips at the thought of a good time. 

He asks, "Well, what would you like to play first?" "Hmmm, how about a coin drop game?", she asks. 

"sure, lead the way." he replies. He hands her the Powercard and follows behind her. With a couple swipes of the card, coins begin to fall into the metal cup on the underside of the machines. The clinking of each coin hitting the cup sounds louder than the buzzing of the vibrating panties as they click on, a little stronger than the last time. She begins to moan a little as the pulsating waves assault her clitoris. She realizes that he was adjusting the settings earlier. In an instant, the vibrations cease. 

They continue to play games. She plays the coin drop games, while he variously presses the switch on the remote control. His interest seems to drift between each game, dropping a few coins into the slots and pressing the switch on and off. His attention never really on the tickets that is accumulating at his feet, he continues to play. Alternating between drops of coins and the sounds of the machines, the switch is pressed at various times. Each time, a wave of pleasure washes over her body. 

After some time, he decides that it is now time to go to thier next stop. He grabs her attention by pressing the switch again, in a short burst. He grins and says, "Let's get going. The club should be pretty packed by now." She quietly replies, "Yes, it should." He leads her out the door, towards the car. Tapping the switch any time she tries to say anything to any of the staff that sends them out the door with wishes of a good evening and an eventual return to thier establishment. He guides her to the passanger side of the car, letting her take her place in the car before getting into his seat. 

With a turn of a key, the motor comes to life with a roar and quickly they are pulling out of the parking lot. Night shrouding everything in it's dark, silky embrace. The car enters the highway, traveling down the road towards the Church of Seven Candles. Within moments, she begins to moan as the car screams down the road. He grins to himself and glances over at her. She writhes in her seat a bit as the panties send her body waves of orgasmic pleasure.

After a few minutes drive, they arrive at the parking lot for the Church of Seven Candles. A downtown nightclub hot spot that was once an old Catholic church. It now serves as a dance club with an interesting decor. As they walk towards the front door, techno dance music spills out onto the street. A loud beat helps conceal a moan that escapes her lips as he suddenly hits the switch to the remote. Not releasing his power to her panties, he escorts her to the doorman. They pay the cover charge and slip into the club before he turns off the orgasmic vibrations. He looks her in the eye and a grin forms on his face. 

"Would you care to dance, my lady?" he questions, already knowing the answer. He takes a hold of her hand and leads her out onto the crowded dance floor. The rythm soon over takes her ears and begins influencing her body to dance. The strobe and colored lights hitting in time with the beat of the music is almost orgasmic in of it self. She is snapped back to attention by a quick flick of a switch. All her attention now focused on the vibrations resonating from her panties. He grins and turns off the switch. 

They dance to each song that is played during the next hour. Off and on, he flicks on the switch to see her reactions. Sometimes to the beat of the music, sometimes not. After some time, he leans close to her ear and gently kisses it. The couple lost in a sea of dance, he begins to pull her closer to him. He softly kisses her neck as both thier bodies still undulate with the music. His lips drift closer to her ear and he whispers, "Are you feeling pleased yet?" With a grin, he pulls his head back to look her deep into her eyes. With a half grin, she leans towards his ear and says, "Almost."

The music continues to pound down on all the surroundings of the club, as they dance close together. His hands search over her entire body, as his lips place soft kisses on various spots of her body. Her mind begins to be taken over with the thoughts of the actions that will take place later that night. A sudden wave of pleasure hits her. Catching her off guard, a moan begins to escape her lips. She quickly bites down onto his neck to stiffle the moan. Her bite causes him to let out a primal growl. He leans back and kisses her lips with a fiery passion that has taken over his senses for the moment. 

He regains his composure, reminded of the public setting by the elbows of others jabbing at his ribs and back as the music carries everyone further on. He scans the dimly lit, strobe-lighted room for a moment. He spies a wallflower of a man, leaning just off the dance floor. He leans back towards her ear and says, "Do you see that boy over there?" She nods her response after following where his eyes lead her. "I want you to go over there and dance for him." She leans back, almost disapproving. His eyes reassures her that she should listen to him. 

She deftly traverses the dance floor towards the other young man. Without saying a word, she grabs his hand and drags him to the dance floor. The young man is stunned at this action, but quickly starts to dance. Awkwardly, his movements are not timed well with hers. She continues to dance with him, placing her hands on his hips to help guide him in his timing. A flash of pleasure rushes over her body. She knows her man has rewarded her for a moment. 

The music thunders throughout the dance floor as she continues to dance with the young man. The young man's timing corrected by her hands, she begins to dance closer to him. Another wave flushes over her body, taking her by storm. She is overwhelmed in the moment. The thought that she is dancing with another man, while her man gives her pleasure is almost too much to handle. The waves of pleasure keep coming and almost send her over the edge. The song ends on a steady beat and the regains her composure. She leaves the young man standing on the dance floor and makes her way back across to him. 

His grin shinning as a beacon for her, she zeros in on him. Striding right up to him and kissing him passionately, almost knocking him off of his feet. He breaks the kiss and flicks on the switch again. "Seems to me, that it's time to call it a night and head home.", he says. she replies, "Yes... it is." He quickly leads her out of the club. The cool night air hitting them after the rigorious dancing, cooling thier warm bodies. 

He leads her to the car and opens the door for her. He quickly walks to the driver's side while she slips off the vibrating panties from under her skirt. He takes his seat and looks over at her, seeing the panties sliding down her legs. He starts the motor and begins the drive home, with one eye on the road and one eye on her. The night's excitement overtakes her. She begins to ache for his touch. As he drives down the highway, she reaches over and grabs his hand. She kisses each of his fingers and then places his hand on her inner thigh. 

Signaling him with her placement of his hand, he slowly begins to bring his hand up her thigh towards her waiting labias. The warmth of her juices flooding down her thighs acting as a path for his hand to travel. His fingers begin to crawl closer to her. She shifts in her seat, eagerly awaiting his touch. His fingers graze the tenderest of flesh that is her labia. A moan escapes her body as it shudders from his touch. Her eyes search for his and scream to him for more. 

His fingers glide closer towards her vagina, dancing playfully on her skin. Her aching begins to get worse, until his fingers finally probe into her vagina. Her juices flow onto his fingers, giving them a delicate reflection in the light of the street lamps. His fingers begin to gently flick in and out of her vagina. Her moans become louder as the car travels faster over the highway pavement. He pulls his fingers from her vagina and gently search up her labia towards her clitoris. 

Upon finding her clitoris, he begins to gently play with it. Squeezing it between his fingers lightly and gently stroking across the tip. Her moans become deeper and more primal. He has seem to find a powerful spot. His fingers continue the gentle assault on her anatomy. Circling, swirling, gently flicking, and delicately playing with her clitoris. Her moans become more steady as she begins to feel the waves of her orgasm flood her entire vagina. Her juices flowing out of her as a loud scream of pleasure escapes her lips. His fingers continue to glide across her clitoris until she can not stand it any longer and pushes his hand away. 

With a grin, he looks at her and says, "Do you think you will be ready again when we get home?" An impish flash twinkles in his eyes. She wonders for the moment if she will be ready or not, but continues the ride home with a content grin. 



A Night of Surprises



It was just one of those days. Work was hectic and I had to rush home to attend a retirement dinner on behalf of my wife. She had planned to go, but two days ago her cousin called and said she was running off to Vegas to get married and asked my wife to meet her there to be the maid-of-honor. So here I am set to go to a rubber chicken dinner when the phone rang.

Heather, my wife's best friend and co-worker, asked if I wanted to save gas and ride together. I was so rushed that I almost said no, but what the heck and said yes. Now don't get me wrong, I don't mind being with Heather. She is a nice woman and she and my wife have a lot in common. I usually not around her a great deal, as she and my wife spend the day together and I don't care for her husband because I think he treats her poorly.

Heather realized that I was rushed so she said she would pick me up. Her timing was terrific as she arrived just as I was finished changing. The evening was a typical business retirement party with some light humor and as few roast types speeches and I couldn't wait for it to end. At least Heather was pleasant to be with. She is also pleasant looking. She has the beautiful "girl next door" looks with a nice figure, although her figure has changed because she is all-most nine months pregnant.

Now there is something about a pregnant woman that I have always found attractive. There is that time about the last couple of months of pregnancy that pregnant women just seems so, so sexy. It's the time just before they get that exhausted look. For this party, Heather had borrowed a nick looking black cocktail dress. Normally she wears rather conservative looking clothes, but this dress showed cleavage. Of course being pregnant, her breasts were enlarged as compared to her normal size. It was warn, so she was wearing thin-strapped heels that really accented her shapely legs. As the evening progress, I found myself admiring her more and more. 

Finally it was time to go home. The ride home was filled with cheerful conversation and my mind was racing with exciting, but naughty ideas. Heather had pulled her dress up slightly so she could drive and the lights hit her thighs just right. I kept trying to dismiss the sexy thoughts of my wife's best friend. Being the gentleman I am, and the fact that I had never been unfaithful, I smiled and continued just being friendly.

When we arrived at my house, Heather surprised me by pulling into the driveway and turning off the engine. She asked if she could come in for a while as her kids were at her mother's house and her jerk husband was gone hunting. And of course, I obliged. Just as we entered the house and closed the door, Heather surprised me even more by pulling me toward her and giving me a long and sensuous kiss. She caught me completely off guard, but I found myself responding to her kiss by kissing her back. 

After several seconds of one of the most wonderful kisses I had ever received, she said, "I've always wanted to do that to you!"

I found myself saying, "And I've always wanted to do that to you too." Actually I had.

As if I hadn't been surprised enough, she said, "I've always want to make love to you too!"

I didn't know what to say. Here I was home along with this beautiful pregnant woman who was saying she wanted to have sex with me. Now I have never been unfaithful to my wife of nineteen years, but I found myself saying to her best friend, "I've always wanted to make love to you too." 

I wrapped my arms around her and our lips met again, and then again and then again. Suddenly I was on fire and so was Heather. My hands explored the curves of her body as our heated kissing continued. I felt her hand feel my hard cock as I closed my eyes in bliss. Here we were just inside the house of my house passionately kissing and fondling each other when she surprised me once again by dropping to her knees.

I was speechless as I watched this pregnant beauty unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly. She let my pants fall to my ankles as she pulled my shorts down as well. She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and looked eye-to-eye with it. She then looked up at me as she kissed the head of my cock before she opened her mouth and slowly I saw my cock disappear into her mouth. As she closed her mouth and the warn, wet feeling of her mouth came over me, I let a slight moan be released from my lips.

Heather's tongue swirled around my cock as she began to slid her head back and forth on me. I just stood there with my pants at my ankles and my cock in my wife's best friend's mouth. I watch my saliva coat cock being licked, sucked and kiss by this delightful expectant mother. I could have came right then, but I held off wanting to know what else she had in store for me.

After about five minutes of maybe the best blowjob I had ever received, Heather stopped and I helped her to her feet. She kept hold of my cock with one hand as she pulled my lips to hers with the other. We again kissed passionately. I could taste my pre-cum on her lips as we kissed, and kissed and kissed. Not a word had been spoken in several minutes. The silence continued as I pulled my pants and shorts the rest of the way off. I kicked off the shoes, dropped the socks, and removed the tie, jacket and shirt. So there I was totally naked with Heather continuing with the handhold of my erect cock.

Heather had been in my house a number of times so she knew her way around. She led me, by the cock, up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom. As we reached the foot of the bed, we stopped and I instantly drooped to my knees. I reach under Heather's dress and slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties. I pulled them down and lifter the skirt of her dress. I then got my first glimpse of Heather's fury bush. I reached around her naked bottom and while caressing her butt cheeks; I pulled her pelvis to my face. I buried my nose into her public hair and took a deep breath. "Mmmm," was all that was heard.

I kissed her mound before I stood and while passionately kissing her again, I reached for her zipper. Once pulled, I eased the straps from each shoulder. I stepped back and let her dress fall. I returned to kissing her soft wet lips and unclasped her bra. With a hand on each bra strap, I leaned back pulling her bra from her body. I released her bra. As it fell to the floor, I stepped back and took a moment to admire Heather's naked, pregnant body. She looked so sexy. There she was standing naked watching me check out the curves of her body.

Heather's dark nipples were in great contract to her milky white tits. I found out later, her nipples had darkened as her pregnancy had progressed. Regardless, they were magnificent! I reached for her tits and touched them lightly at first, then I cupped and gave them a squeeze. I bent forward, kissed a nipple, and then sucked it. I moved and repeated the kiss and little suck on the other nipple. The night was full of surprises as a bit of milk appeared.

There was something about her breast milk that seemed so sexy and just so right. I returned to her breast and began sucking some more. Her milk began to flow and I heard her moan. I couldn't help myself. Her tits had come to life and I couldn't get enough of them. I slurped, suck, and drank her milk. Heather pushed me back and sat down on the bed.

I watched her ease herself back. I leaned forward as she moved to the pillow. It was then that I got a full look of her naked body. She was lying on her back with her engorged breast slipping to the sides. Her big belly was no longer covering her hairy pussy. I spread her creamy thighs apart and saw Heather's swollen vulva. I gasped! She was so sexy, I was frozen. I just stood there with my erect cock pointing to my wife's best friend. It was then that the silence of nearly twenty minutes was broken when Heather blurted, "Eat me!"

I was startled from my admiration of her naked pregnant splendor. I pushed her thighs apart and dove into her pussy. I went tongue first and immediately separated her pussy lips. I flicked and licked a few times before I found her swollen clit. I know I had found it because Heather let out a scream, and then another and another. I covered her pussy with my entire mouth as my tongue worked her clit as Heather squired on the bed. She rocked her body back and forth and would squeeze my head with her thighs. Her screams continued as her body tensed. She then had the first of many toe-curling orgasms.

After four or five more orgasms, I need her. I pulled my cunt juice covered face from her pussy and rolled her onto her big belly. I stood on the floor and pulled her bare bottom to me. She spread her legs slightly as I kissed one of her butt cheeks before I grabbed her hips. I leaned back and aimed my hard cock for her wet and waiting pussy. With a grunt, I pushed my cock to her opening and as she moaned as I entered her.

I pumped my cock in and out of her wet pussy. Heather moaned and screamed as my balls slapped against her body. I held her hips tightly as my cocked pounded her pussy. My cock slammed in and out, in and out, and in and out. Heather had me so excited I could feel my balls swell as they readied themselves to fill her pussy with my hot cream. Heather screamed and said, "I want to see your face! I want to see your face when you cum!"

She pulled her pussy off my hard cock and told me to get on my back. No sooner then I was lying back, Heather threw her leg over my body and planed her wet pussy on my protruding pole. She started bouncing up and down. She stared into my eyes as I watched her full tits jiggle and slap against her big belly. While her belly covered my view of her pussy swallowing my cock, I could feel her pussy muscles as the clamped my cock and my balls readied themselves again. She was sliding up and down on my pole as she moaned and moaned. Her eyes were glazed over as her moans became screams. I could handle it no longer. My balls swelled and my cream blasted from my cock plastering her pussy. I shot one, then two, another and another. I grunted and grunted as Heather screamed and screamed and came repeatedly. 

"Ooooooooooooooohhh!!!" Was all that I could muster from my mouth as Heather took a deep breath and fell forward. I caught her and pulled her breasts to my chest. She quickly kissed me and rolled to my side. The only noise breaking the silence was our breathing as we laid next to one another.

After several minutes, the ring of the phone broke the silence. I considered not answering, but suspected that it was going to be my wife. Before I could reach over Heather's naked body for the phone, she answered it herself. After the typical greetings, I heard Heather say, "Yes, and he was just what I needed." It was followed by a few giggles and Heather going into detail telling my wife about what had just happened. I was dumbfounded! I found out later, Heather's husband hadn't touch her for seven or eight months since they found out she was pregnant. My wife had conspired with Heather to set the whole thing up. I love my wife!!! 



A Night of Surprises



He stood in the door way watching her every move as she danced around the kitchen preparing his favorite dish; salmon, mixed veggies, mashed potatoes and crusty bread. Everything that went wrong that day seems to melt away as he laughed at her cute singing. She had no idea he was there, watching her so intently, she didnt even hear him come home. All she knew was that he was going to be home soon and she wanted to surprise him.

He could smell that the fish was almost ready and wanted to much to run up and scare her to death. Plots races around in his mind as he made the decision to slowly creep up behind her while she dances and start dancing with her. Closer and closer he crept, being careful not to touch anything or make any noise.

Unaware of what was going on, she grabbed out dinner plates, silverware and started working on dishing the food into the beautiful new serving platters she bought at the store. "Everything is going to be perfect" she thought to herself and she spun around to get the glasses.

As she was spinning, she felt a hand touch her waist. Not realizing what was going on she turn ever so quickly, clocking him on the side of the head with her serving spoon. "Oh my god" she screamed, jumping about 6 feet in the air "babe, are you ok?" she put the spoon down on the counter and reached for his head. Giggling she kissed him ever so softly, trying hard not to brush the bump that was now appearing on his temple.

"Wow" he finally said, rubbing the place where she made contact "death by serving spoon". Smiling he placed his free hand around her back and pulled her into him gently, being careful not to provoke the serving spoon a second time. She stared into his deep star burst eyes, remembering exactly why she fell for him all those years ago. Losing her self into him, she barely noticed his erection bulging in his pants, trying desperately to escape. He wanted nothing more then to throw her over the counter and take her till she screamed in pleasure. "Hi" he finally broke the silence, kissing her first gently on the lips, and then slowly moving to her neck, down her arm and resting at her breasts. 

Smiling, she waited for him to tear off her sweater. She had a special surprise for him waiting to be discovered. The excitement welled up inside her to where she could feel the moisture between her legs increase as her body begged for him to take her and ravage her. His hands roamed all over her body, feeling every inch of her clothing, searching for hints and clues as to what he should do first. Then, without warning he spun her in a circle, spanked her ass and walked back down the hallway, leaving her alone in the kitchen. "Finish my dinner woman, then we'll talk about sex" he yelled from their bedroom.

Stunned, she splashed some cool water on her face and went back to cooking. Disappointment rushed over her like Niagara falls. She didn't think he was still mad at her from their argument that morning "I don't understand" she said to herself, quietly. "is he really still that upset?" she wasn't sure what to think. Hoping that he was just in one of his playful moods, she finished plating dinner and set the table. "Beautiful" she said, walking away from the table, towards the bedroom. Unsure of what she was about to walk in on, she very shyly looked around the door frame. "Sweeite?" she asked, "did you want your dinner? It's ready". She waited only briefly for a response before entering the room "Hun? did you hear me..." 

Her words trailed off as she looked at the bed. There sitting in the center was a small black velvet box. "Hun, what's this?" she asked, picking up the box. "Did i forget our anniversary?" she thought to her self. Slowly opening it, she revealed a huge 1.5 carrot diamond ring centered in platinum setting surrounded with opals. Gasping for air, she was speechless.

"Do you like it" a deep voice asked from behind her. He was now standing in the door way, leaning against the frame. All she could do was nod her head 'yes'. "I thought you would. I saw that ring and knew right then that I was going to give it to you the next time we argued over something stupid".

Confused, she looked back at the ring "is this what i think it is?" she asked, wondering if this was an engagement ring. When she looked back towards him, he was kneeling in front of her.

"Hun I have loved you for a long time and liked you for a life time. Will you marry me, officially?" he asked, Grabbing the ring box out of her hand and placing the ring on her finger. "Oh my god, of course" she replied.

After dinner, he carried her back to their room and placed her on the bed. There were rose petals and candles everywhere. Gently he started kissing her as he massaged his way around her body, taking in every inch of her luscious breasts and moist pussy. He wanted her, wanted her hard. He tore off her clothes, reveling the skimpiest lace bra and thong he had ever seen her ware. That was it, there was no waiting, no teasing. He was taking what was his and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Throwing off his shirt and pants, he pushed himself into her, feeling her settle all around him. It was like nothing he had felt in a long time. Her legs wrapped around his waist, begging him deeper. Thrusting harder and harder he could feel every inch of her body give in to his every desire. "Take me harder" she whispered "do with me as you want". Sparking something inside him, he pushed and pushed, deeper into her. It took almost all his energy to keep from exploding inside her.

She waitied until just the right moment before twisting her hips, flipping him on his back. "My turn for a ride" she said, sitting down and letting gravity take her onto him. Up and down she rode, harder and faster with each push; begging him to explode inside her. A life time seemed to float by as she stroked his cock with her wet pussy, allowing her juices to flow over him. "Oh...my...god" he finally let out "you...feel...amazing".

"Are you ready?" she asked, sparkles glistening in her eyes as she slowed her riding down ever so slightly. He stared into her eyes, wondering what was about to come. It only took a second for him to feel what she meant "Oh god yes" he yelled, waiting for her to make him cum. She began slowly riding harder, forcing his erection to grow to the point of explosion. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he enjoyed the feeling she was giving him. Up and down, faster and harder she pushed until finally every muscle in their bodies locked together as wave after wave of pleasure washed over them like a rainstorm finally breaking. Vibrating inside her, he forced her to cum more then ever before. 

Exhausted and tingly, she pulled him out of her and lay down next to him. "Bet you never thought i could do that, did ya" she stated after a few minutes of heavy breathing. "Maybe you should have married me sooner." Smiling, she rolled over and planted a passionate kiss on him before resting her head on his chest. 



A Night of Surprises



I noticed her as soon as she came outside on the deck to smoke. She was tall and more than skinny — gaunt, almost — with pale skin and short hair that had clearly been dyed black. She had on tight black jeans and a glittery gray sleeveless shirt that made it clear she had no bra on. Not that she needed it; her tits were just barely large enough to push her shirt out. The whole vampire-goth thing isn't usually my type, but there was something about her...

I was already bored of the party, and when she headed for the far end of the deck, away from the other smokers, I followed. I saw her light up and then she took a drag, sizing me up over the glowing cherry, and asked, "You want some?" I saw then that instead of a cigarette she had a very thin joint in her hand.

"Why not?" I answered. She passed it over and I took a long drag, looking back at her. Good stuff. I passed it back and said, "I'm Eric."

"That's nice," she said with a bit of a sneer, and took another pull on the joint. "Do you want to fuck right here, or should we go somewhere a bit quieter?"

I just stood there, dumbfounded. Never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined a woman so forward. The girl came closer, so that our bodies were practically touching. "You do want to fuck, right? Or is there some other reason you invited yourself to come stand over here next to me?" She took another toke.

"Some— somewhere quieter," I managed to stammer. She smiled and pressed her lips against mine, blowing hot smoke into my mouth.

"I'm Carmilla," she said.

"Carmilla?" I managed to ask, coughing out the smoke.

"Go with it," she said, and handed me the joint. I inhaled what was left and tossed the roach off the side of the porch. Carmilla leaned in and kissed me again, this time straddling my thigh while her tongue probed my mouth. I could feel her heat through our jeans, and started to slide my hand up under her shirt. "Not here," she said, and led me back through the apartment and out onto the street.

Carmilla hailed a cab and gave him an address near the university. As we pulled up, her phone buzzed and Carmilla laughed. "My roommate just texted," she said.

"And?"

"We have this little arrangement — if one of us manages to score on a Friday night and the other one doesn't, we let the other watch. You wouldn't have a problem fucking me with someone else in the room, would you?"

I thought I heard the cab driver choke. What was with this girl? 

"I'm getting out here either way," she said impatiently, "So make up your mind already."

I handed the driver a twenty and climbed out of the taxi.

She showed me into what was clearly a student apartment — the walls were bare except for a somewhat tattered poster of The Cure, the sofa had seen better days, and the coffee table was covered with an assortment of empty beer bottles, half a bottle of Jack Daniel's, and various dirty glasses. There was a partly-filled ashtray, a bong, and a lighter right in the middle. Carmilla tossed a baggie of weed next to the bong and said, "Make yourself comfortable while I get ready." With that, she disappeared behind one of the closed doors.

When in Rome, I thought, as I loaded up the bong and took two solid hits. After what might have been ten minutes, Carmilla opened the door again. She was still wearing the glittery shirt, but she had lost her jeans and now only a deep red thong covered her nether regions. "Now or never, cowboy," she said.

I walked in and Carmilla shut the door. As my eyes adjusted to the candlelight I was in for a big surprise: sitting in an armchair in the corner was a naked man, stroking his erection. It was on the long side but thin, veiny, and glistened with whatever he was using to lubricate it. "Eric, meet my roommate Steve," she said, and dropped to her knees, unbuttoning my pants and starting to pull out my cock and balls. My jaw fell open. 

"Oh," Carmilla said with mock sympathy, "Did you think my roommate was a girl?" Then she stuffed my flaccid penis into her mouth and pressed her face against my pubes. What the fuck is going on here? I wondered, but despite myself I found I couldn't take my eyes away from Steve's dick. His hand moved slowly up, swirling when it reached the head before sliding back down. Carmilla was alternately sucking and licking, and my cock was responding in kind. She had to slide back a bit as it built up to full size, and started bobbing her head up and down on my shaft. Steve was staring at me and, without breaking his gaze, spat into his palm and then returned to jacking himself off.

When I was fully erect Carmilla stood up and stripped my clothes off of me. She led me over to the bed, laying me down with my feet toward Steve and my dick pointing straight up in the air. She pulled her shirt over her head, displaying her tiny mounds tipped with small, dark nipples, then wriggled out of her thong to reveal a smoothly-shaven pussy mound. She climbed up on top of me, reached between her legs to grab my cock, and rubbed her slit across the shaft a few times before sticking it in. 

I gasped as I slid into her tight, wet tunnel. Carmilla smiled and leaned back, rubbing her fingers across her clit while she rode me. If it wasn't obvious before, it was clear to me now that Carmilla could care less about me except as an object for gaining her own pleasure; it wasn't like I was looking for a relationship here, but I was starting to feel like another piece of furniture. I couldn't see Steve past Carmilla's body, but I was painfully aware that he was there and the whole thing was still really weirding me out. Still, it was Friday night, I was high, and I was fucking, so how much could I complain? And in its own strange way, knowing Steve was watching Carmilla ride me was turning me on too.

Carmilla leaned down and kissed me, biting my lip hard. "Ow," I said, and she smiled. I reached a hand up to touch her breasts and she hissed, "Harder." I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and twisted, and she moaned. I was about to do the same to her other nipple when I felt a weight on the bed around my legs. Carmilla's eyes went wide, and then she shifted up and back a little. The weight on the bed shifted and she let out a deep gasp as I suddenly felt something pressing against my dick, which was still buried inside Carmilla's pussy.

Suddenly, it clicked: Steve is trying to fuck her in the ass while I'm in her cunt! 

I started to protest, "I thought you said he was just going to watch!" when Carmilla slapped me full across the face and said, "Shut up and keep fucking me." Stunned, I heard Steve grunt and then Carmilla winced, and I felt it through the walls of her vagina: Steve's dick, sliding in and out of Carmilla's ass. She grabbed my face with her hand and growled, "I said, keep fucking me."

Part of me was scared out of my mind, but at the same time I was more turned on than I could remember ever being before. I started pumping my hips, trying to match Steve's rhythm as we pounded Carmilla's holes. She was clearly loving this, digging her nails into my chest and she screamed and moaned. I could hear Steve breathing now, almost panting as he drove in and out of her back door. His shaft was rubbing hard against mine through the thin barrier of flesh.

Without warning, the pressure was suddenly gone and with a sigh Carmilla sank all the way down onto my dick. Steve's legs appeared around my head, and I saw his balls and cock, glistening with lube and who knows what else, right above my head. He grabbed a fistful of Carmilla's hair and shoved his filthy dick into her mouth. She moaned and started grinding her pussy against my pelvis, rubbing her clit on me. With her hands on Steve's hips, she started pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. He drove deep into her throat, making her gag, and thick strands of saliva began to drip down onto my neck and chest. The harder he drilled into her face, the faster she bounced up and down on my cock.

Just as Steve's groans suggested he was going to lose his load, he yanked his dick out of her mouth and started stroking it again. With a loud moan he came, his first shot hitting Carmilla right under her eye. His next few shots splashed across her chest and her almost non-existent tits, but the last drop fell right onto my face, on the corner of my mouth. I winced, and Carmilla slapped me again. "Fucking eat it, you pussy," she taunted me, and used her finger to push Steve's cum into my mouth. As I tasted the thick, hot, salty goo, Carmilla sat up — still riding my dick — and began rubbing Steve's cum into her face, neck, and chest.

Panting, she leaned down until her face was opposite mine and her cum-smeared tits hovered over my chest. "Don't you dare cum before me," she threatened, and then sat back up. She resumed rubbing her clit as she slid up and down my shaft, her body shining in the candlelight where she had rubbed Steve's cum around. Don't cum first, I told myself, Don't cum first. I was all the way scared now — who knew what she might do if she didn't get what she wanted?

I was relieved when her moans started turning to screams and I felt her orgasm start to ripple through her pussy. She leaned down and whispered, "Cum with me, now," and then kissed me full on the lips. Steve's half-dried cum slid between our chests and I tasted him again on her lips as her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. That was it for me; I felt my balls spasm as I unloaded four or five shots of jism into her sopping wet pussy. Carmilla lay on top of me for a moment, breathing deeply, then lifted off my cock and very deliberately pushed my cum out of her pussy and onto my chest.

Standing up from the bed, Carmilla pulled on a robe. Steve was nowhere to be found; he must have slipped out after busting his nut. Looking over her shoulder, Carmilla said, "Thanks, that was entertaining. Now go home." Turning away, she opened a door to what must have been the bathroom and closed it behind her. 

Not sure how much time I had before she came back, I was eager to get the hell out of there. Looking around for something to wipe the cum off my belly, I grabbed her pillow and cleaned myself off onto it. You'll appreciate that last present, you crazy bitch, I thought as I threw my clothes on. Checking to be sure I had my wallet and phone, I let myself out and practically ran to the street in search of a cab.



A Night of Surprises



It started like pretty much every other love making session. We laid side by side, you on your back and me facing you. You almost absentmindedly stroke me while I caress you from neck to navel, paying special attention to your breasts and nipples. Soon I'll work my hand between your legs, making sure you are wet. Then you'll roll on top of me and with a look of resigned concentration, work me inside you. I'll squeeze your breasts and suck your nipples while you grind your clit on my pubic bone until you orgasm. Then you'll let me get on top and play with my nipples while I finish inside you.

I don't know what makes me say it. We don't usually talk much during sex and you've never shown any interest in fantasy play. As I cup your left breast and flick my thumb over the nipple I ask "who's the sexiest man you've ever seen?"

You stop your stroking with a surprised "What?"

"Who's the sexiest man you've ever seen?"

You go back to stroking me as you mutter "You of course."

"No, seriously. Who is it? And you can't say me. And it can't be someone you will realistically ever meet."

You cautiously ask "Why do you ask?"

"Just humor me."

"I don't know. Sean Connery I guess."

I kiss you tenderly, slipping my tongue into your mouth. A lay my head back beside you, nibble your ear and whisper, "close your eyes." I give your breast a firm squeeze, thumb and forefinger pinching hard on the nipple and whisper, "image he's standing at the foot of the bed."

Your stroking stops again..."What?!?"

"Just humor me. Close your eyes and image he's standing at the foot of the bed."

I'm surprised when you put your head back down, close your eyes, take me in your hand again and mutter "okay, he's at the foot of the bed. What's he doing?"

"He's watching me play with your breasts."

"Oh yeah? He likes that does he?"

"Yes, he does. He thinks you have fantastic breasts. Especially your nipples. He's never seen such hard nipples."

Your voice lowers and actually sounds a bit husky, "Yeah? He's seen a lot I suppose."

"A few. But he wants to see more of you."

"And what does he want to see?"

"He wants to see between your legs. Why don't you open them for him?"

After a moments hesitation, you part your legs, leaving them flat on the bed. "He says you look lovely, but he can't really see you. Lift your knees and spread your legs wider."

You raise your knees and open your legs, one pressing against me and now you whisper, "Is that better?"

"Oh yes. He says you have a beautiful pussy. Why don't we give him an even better view?" All this time I've been working your breasts, but now I slowly slide my hand down your stomach and over your mound. As I reach your sex, I part my fingers, sliding my middle and ring fingers between your inner and outer lips and use them to spread you open.

A soft moan escapes you. "Does he like what he sees?"

"Very much so. So much that he can no longer help himself. He has to have you. He has taken off his clothes and is kneeling between your thighs stroking himself. Should we make him use a condom?"

"We probably should..."

"Okay, he's put the condom on and is poised at your entrance." I slide my fingers to the top of your sex and back down, this time with my middle and ring fingers between your inner lips. I slowly spread your lips open. "Can you feel his cockhead entering you?"

"Yes..." and you slowly roll your hips, pressing yourself into my fingers. Something you rarely do even when I'm actually inside you.

I start working your opening. I don't want to actually put my fingers inside you, it would be over too soon. With my fingers between you inner lips, I alternate between closing them and pressing against your hole and spreading them, and your lips, wide without actually penetrating you. I imagine this is kind of what your lips and hole would be doing with a cock sliding in and out.

You continue to gently roll your hips and after a few minutes of this your breathing is getting pretty heavy. "Don't finish yet. Let's let him cum first. He's close. He wants to know if he can take the condom off and cum on your body?"

You've never been a fan of this, so I may have broken the spell. I'm surprised again as you groan, "okay."

After a few more pulses of my fingers I can tell you're almost there. I suddenly pull my fingers away. "He's pulled out of you and taken the condom off. He's stroking his cock and suddenly explodes. A long rope of cum lands straight up your body from pubic hair to throat. Can you feel it?"

With a deep moan you murmur, "Yes. It's so hot..."

"He keeps stroking himself, shooting more ropes of cum on you. There must six or seven loads all over your belly and breasts. Why don't you rub it into your skin?"

You've never particularly liked cum, wanting to clean up as soon as possible. But you are completely lost in the fantasy. You let go of my erection, which you have been stroking with increasing urgency all this time, and start caressing your belly with both hands. Moaning softly the whole time.

"Don't forget your breasts and nipples. They're covered too."

You slide your hands up and cup both breasts. You squeeze them and run your fingers over your nipples. "He says watching you rub his cum all over you is the most erotic thing he has ever seen." I twirl my fingers in your public hair. "Before he gets soft, he uses his cockhead to gather some of the cum he left on your mound and plunges back in to you." I move my fingers back to your opening and quickly slide the middle two as deep in to you as they will go.

Your response is instant. Your mouth comes open in a silent moan and I feel you clamp down hard on my fingers. I'm rewarded with pulse after pulse while your hips buck in to my hand.

As you come back down, I figure I'm going to be left to finish myself. You are almost never interested in a second round and after a particularly intense orgasm, you'll be too tender to let me inside you. You also never ever talk dirty, so I'm am stunned in multiple ways when you slide your right hand from your breast and take a firm grip of my now raging erection. You look at me with glazed eyes and whisper almost desperately, "I need your cock inside me."

I recover quickly and climb between your splayed thighs. Cock in hand, I rub the head along your soaking slit.

"Don't tease. Please fuck me."

You groan as I slip in to you. Unusually, with one thrust and very little resistance, I suddenly find myself completely buried in you. I know I'm not going to last long, so I slowly start moving in and out.

"You're still teasing...please just fuck me," you groan.

Throwing caution to the wind, I withdrawal until my cockhead is barely spreading your lips, and with one thrust, slam myself back in to you.

"Oh, yes," you hiss. "Fuck me hard."

You've never liked it fast or hard either, but without hesitation, I begin plunging in to you with abandon. "I'm not going to last long..."

"I'm almost there...please don't stop," and with two more strokes you let out the loudest moan I've ever heard from you during sex. You raise your hips clear off the bed, pressing me as deep in you as I can go, and cum so hard I think you're going to snap my cock off. Between moans you look at me with lust filled eyes, grab your breasts and pant, "Cum all over me. Please, I need to feel your cum on me."

I was already struggling to hold back, but that pushes me over the edge. I quickly pull out and before I can even get my hand to my cock, the largest rope of cum I've ever shot explodes from my cock and lands with a loud splatter between your breasts. I don't cum nearly has hard or as much as I used to, but this time I feel 18 again. Rope after rope practically jumps from my cock. As my orgasm finally subsides, I open my eyes to behold the sexiest vision I've ever seen. You have splatters of cum all over you, from your pussy to your chin. I watch dazed as you begin spreading the cum over every inch of your skin, this time for real. You start at your chin and work down your throat to your breasts, making sure every inch is covered. Then down across your stomach into your pubic hair. Once it's completely matted with cum, you take the remainder and run your hands down over your pussy and then finally out the insides of your thighs. It's the most incredible sight I've ever seen. You are glistening with cum from your knees to your chin. I slowly lower myself on to you, enjoying the sensual feeling of your cum covered body.

You nuzzle my neck and whisper "I love you."

I barely manage to get out an "I love you too."

You grab my full attention again when you ask "...how long do you think it will take you to get hard again?"



A Night of Surprises for Lauren



It was Friday afternoon and like any other regular college student, I was really looking forward to the weekend. Luckily for me, I had a party lined up at my friend Adam's apartment near school. He lives with two other college guys, so I knew pretty much what to expect: a bunch of guys sitting around, a keg of beer, a few bottles of hard liquor, a few skanky girls, and probably some pot. Usually, I wouldn't get too excited over a night like this, but tonight was completely different.

Tonight I was planning on finally nabbing a guy I've been wanting all semester, Jason. Jason is about 6`1, dark brown hair, and has green eyes. His father is American and his mother is Brazilian, so he's got a great blend of skin tone going on. He seems to have a perfect bronze tan all the time, but that's just how he is. Oh, and did I mention he's a soccer player? The first time I saw him at soccer practice without his shirt on, it was instant moisture. I'm not really into big, strong, jock-type guys, but Jason's body is to die for. His body is completely well toned, and his muscles aren't the kind that are obvious and so big they end of looking gross. Everything is just hard enough to seem strong and sexy at the same time, from his gorgeous tanned legs, to his flat and perfect chest. If you stand close to him, you can see a solid six-pack just starting to come into view. 

My history with Jason dates back to last semester when we met each other in a Critical Social Theory course and we both hated the professor. We talked and flirted during breaks, but nothing more besides that. Over the winter break I couldn't stop thinking about him. I pleasured myself thinking his smile, the way he would pinch my arms and stomach when we flirted, and a considerable amount of time picturing him south of the border. So I came to the conclusion that Jason was the perfect guy for me to date. Where as most guys who talk to me either pretend to be too cool, or are just too damn nervous or goofy, Jason is sweet, confident, and gorgeous.

Now, a little bit about myself, my name is Lauren Butler. I'm 5`4, have 34 B boobs, weigh 115 lbs, and I'm very firm all over. I have brown curly hair and green eyes. I wouldn't consider myself the sexiest girl at school, but I'm definitely a tight little package. I dated a few guys during my sophomore year at school and two other guys first semester, but nothing serious. If things go well tonight, I think Jason could be the guy I'd take seriously.

So, on with the story, I get back to my room right about 6pm. I'd been shopping all day for new black pants and a sexy, but elegant top that cut off just below my navel. A short skirt would be perfect for the occasion, but it's pretty cold here in Boston. Besides, it's not like I was going to cry out, "I'm a slut. Fuck me Jason." I took a long, hot shower and shaved my legs to make sure they were silky smooth. I didn't expect to get any heavy action that night, but a girl can never be too careful. I even made sure to shave my entire pussy the night before, to avoid any possible irritation marks today. After that, my roommate helped me with my hair and makeup and waited until 10:30pm. The party was supposed to start at 9, but it's never much fun to be the first one there.

So I walk a few blocks over to the party and already the scene is pretty much what I expected. A few big burly guys welcome me at the door, and the living room is pretty much a noisy, and nasty mess. Chips and beer cans cover the table, trashy posters of girls in bikinis adorn the walls, and a funky smell hovers about the room. The music in the room alternates between really bad reggae and trendy mainstream rap music.

I look around the room for Jason but I can't find him. I walk over to the bar and start fixing myself a vodka tonic.

"Can I help with you sexy?"

I turn around and it's Adam. Adam's a 5`6, slim figured, kind of preppie kid with brownish hair. His all American wholesome look would make him a great Ambercrombie & Fitch model. I met him during orientation my freshman year and we've been friends ever since. He's a sweetheart, but I've never had any sexual attraction towards him. He's the type of guy you'd have a crush on or want to kiss, but you wouldn't necessarily look at him and think about sleeping with him right off the bat. He's very respectful too. He'd be more likely to try and hold your hand, instead of feeling up your ass or your tits.

"Hey honey, happy birthday!" We hug and I kiss the side of his face.

He takes a big look at me and says, "Wow, you look great! Too bad I already have a date." He grins and chuckles as he says this to me. His comment makes me think of 2 things. First, Adam still likes me. He has always been giving me compliments from the first day we met, but tries to pass it off as a joke. Lame, but sweet. Second, like I said, Adam always compliments me so I don't really know if I look good or not.

Like always, I try to take his mind of me. I ask Adam who his date is and he points to a cute and petite freshman girl across the room called Kelly. "She's cute. I'm happy for you." He thanks me and goes over to her. For the record, I really do think she's cute and I hope it works out for Adam. I doubt he's ever done anything with a girl. He still has that innocent way about him.

Twenty minutes pass until I finally spot Jason. He walks into the room wearing black jeans and a dark, black, button-up shirt with a few buttons opened up revealing some of his caramel colored chest. My nipples jumped to attention instantly. I couldn't believe how much of an impact this guy really had on me. So I hid in the hallway that connects the bedrooms and the living room and waited for about five minutes until I saw him get a drink and just stand around.

I approach him very casually and act surprised when we finally see each other. He looked at me and smiled. If he only knew what was going on inside my panties when he looked at me like that. We went right into our usual friendly and flirty routine. We talked about the class we had together, what we did over the break, etc... . Not counting several interruptions by some of his friends, everything was going like clockwork. We were grinning at each other the whole time. He kept making us drinks too, which loosened both of us up quite a bit. 

After he brought over the third round of drinks I ask him about his plans after the party and he told me he was tired from soccer practice and probably going home. To my surprise he told me he lived in a studio apartment just a block away from my dorm. So I teasingly asked what his room number was so I could go and surprise him one day. "Number seven.", he tells me.

I smile at him and wink at him and just like that his facial expression changes. I wonder if I came on too strong for him, until I realized what was going on. Just a few seconds later a girl walks up right up to Jason and kisses him on the lips. She says, "Hi baby." 

Jason's face gets a little red from embarrassment. He holds her hand and says, "Lauren, this is my girlfriend Danielle." He says this to me with a straight face. Girlfriend? Girlfriend!?!?!?!?!? What an asshole! How could he not tell me he had a girlfriend?

He says, "We started going out late last semester right before our class ended." My heart just sank deep into my chest. I started running out of air, but I was not going to let either of them know that.

I say, "Oh that's great. You guys make such a cute couple." Even though it was hard to admit, they definitely were a cute looking couple. Danielle was beautiful. She was about 5`10, bronzed skinned, large round breasts that were at least a C cup, with nipples whose shape you could make out just by looking at her dark halter-top. She had jet-black hair that came down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were big and dark brown and her lips were full and puffy.

He says to me, "She's Brazilian, just like my mom." Great, I thought. There's no way he's going to like my pale ass. She only made me feel worse when she started eyeing me from top to bottom. Her stare can be pretty intimidating. She looked older than me too. I asked them how they met each other and it turned out she was one of his professor's assistant. She was a senior, so my suspicion was correct. I felt like such a kid around her, and I just couldn't handle it so I left.

My first instinct was to leave the party, but I didn't want to seem too obvious so I went and got some drinks instead. I poured myself a tall glass of straight vodka and swallowed it down in three gulps. Needless to say, with the drinking I had done before, I got a little woozy. I decided to sit down for a moment and wait at least half an hour before leaving. Slowly, more and more people started leaving. As I was close to making my exit I noticed Danielle staring at me from across the room. She kept whispering in Jason's ear and giving him kisses. She was obviously aware that I had a thing for him. This all became too embarrassing so I just headed for the door. I felt like crying but I wanted to at least wait until I was out on the street before doing so.

When I got up my head was spinning, my legs were wobbly. So this is what people mean when they say, "I feel like shit." As I reached the door I saw Adam by himself in the hallway. He was crouched down on the floor, his head resting against his knees. I went over to him to see what was wrong.

He looked at me, his eyes were all red. I didn't know whether it was because he was so drunk or if something had happened. He smiled when he looked at me and as he spoke I could the tequila on his breath.

He says, "My night is so fucked Lauren. My night is so fucked. I hate this shit." He kept going on and on about how his life sucked so I made my best effort to drag him into the bathroom and splash some water on his face. 

When we got there I could barely stand up myself and used my hands to hold myself up on the sink. Adam just sat there on the toilet, he looked like he was about to cry. I ask, "What is it?"

He tells me how he was making out with Kelley in his room, but she freaked out when he tried to touch her between her legs. He says, "I don't understand, she let me feel her tits through her shirt but she wouldn't let me touch her pussy. Don't girls like it when you rub their pussy Lauren? Don't you like it?" His question made me feel a bit awkward. Adam had never been that blunt with me before, but in his state, I thought it best just to answer. 

I say, "It depends on the guy, how long I've been with him, how much I like him...but yes, I like it."

He says, "So she just doesn't like me then?" I didn't know what to say. Then he looks at me and says, "Do you realize I'm still a virgin? I haven't seen one girl naked in my entire life! Can you believe that shit? Do you know how embarrassing that is?" He started crying, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I go over to him and hug him. He puts his arm around my waist and puts his face about 2 inches from mine. 

"I've masturbated to you so fucking much Lauren. I've thought about you naked millions of times, and all the shit I want to do to you. I want you Lauren." I tried to push myself from him but his grip was just too tight. "Can I see you naked Lauren? Please." This time I really shove him away and manage to stand up. 

"Adam, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

He says, "I've never seen a vagina Lauren. I've never seen one. All I know about a pussy comes from the Internet and videos. I want to see one. Can I see yours Lauren. Please, I want to jerk off looking at you." He starts unbuckling his pants, and that's when I tell him to stop everything. 

I wobble out of the bathroom and make my way towards the door again and that's when I catch a glimpse of Jason and Danielle making out heavily in front of people. I felt the tears roll down my face and they made me think of Adam. At least Adam was being honest with me. At least he had the balls for that. And then I started wondering, who cares if he sees my vagina? Other guys have seen it, and it's not like Adam is the worse possible person I could show it to. So I decided to march right back into the bathroom and Adam was still sitting on the toilet.

"Ok, you can look at it, but just for a minute or two." His eyes lit up like firecrackers. 

"Really?" It's funny how a guy can get very nervous when he gets what he wants. I could see Adam's hands shaking as he unbuttoned his pants. If he's never seen a Vagina, then he's certainly never shown his dick to anyone. Besides, maybe he has a cute one. Who knows? He drops his pants to reveal and already I could see a small bulge in his boxers. 

I say, "Show me." 

He looks at me with scared eyes and says, "Take off your pants too." So I unzip my pants, and lower them down really slowly. Adam was already breathing slightly harder. I leave my pants down around my ankles, and reveal my black satin thong, which is very low cut and fights pretty tightly. I look down at myself and to try and picture what he's seeing and when I look back up his boxers are already at his feet. 

Make no mistake, Adam's cock was definitely less than average size. His shaft was about four inches and not very wide at all. It was almost like this skinny piece of hard bone that stuck out of his body. His head was just a small compact piece of pinkish colored fleshed. His balls were very compressed too, and didn't hang very low. His cock was surrounded by a thin layer of brownish pubic hair, very scattered, very messy. I felt so sorry for Adam. If guys measured their masculinity by their penis size, then no wonder Adam was so insecure. No wonder he was always trying to be so nice. He was trying to make up for what little he had to offer. This was the smallest dick I've ever seen. It did look kind of cute and all, at least everything was in proportion, but I wouldn't want a boyfriend with that kind of dick. I'd really like at least average. I try to make him feel better so I say, "Oh, it's cute." He holds it in his hand and says, "Your turn."

So I put my thumbs around the waistband and lower only the front part of my thong to reveal my pussy. He begins pumping nervously. Behind Adam is the bathroom mirror. I catch myself in it and see what he is seeing. I see my entirely shaved pussy, looking very smooth. I would say my outer labia are quite a bit large and puffy so you can't really see much of my inner ones if I'm standing up. 

Adam says, "Open it up." He says this without so much as even looking at my face. I can feel his eyes lapping every inch of my pussy. He says, "Please, I want to see your clit."

By this point, Adam looks really pathetic. His right fist pumps away at his small cock and he has begun sweating profusely. I lower my thong to my thighs and use my and use both ands to spread my pussy apart for him. I feel myself getting wet. Part of me feels like such a slut for doing this, and it's really a turn on. I look at myself in the mirror and see my open pink pussy in the mirror. My small, reddish inner lips on full display, and my love hole has opened up quite a bit. I feel the air rushing right up and into me. I use my index and middle fingers to pull apart the top of my pussy and show Adam and erect clit. Juices have begun dripping a bit and my pussy is beginning to look like someone has just spread vaseline all over it. 

I take a good look at Adam and begin thinking about going down on him. Should I? I think to myself: He's cute, and more experience for me never hurts. Maybe I should take advantage and just have him eat me out instead? Yeah, that's just what I'll do. And then suddenly that's when I look in the mirror and see the bathroom door behind me is springing open. I remember I didn't lock the bathroom door when I came in because I was too upset and I probably didn't hear the knob turn because of Adam's moaning. 

Everything suddenly turned into slow motion. It was too late for me to pull my panties up. I felt the breeze from outside the door hit my ass as the person finally opened the entire door. I look in the mirror to see who it is and it is Jason! He says, "Oh shit! I'm sorry!" I look at his face in the mirror and watch his eyes move on down. That's when I move my eyes down and find myself still clutching my pussy open with both hands. Jason has just treated himself to the most intense and personal view I could ever offer someone. 

I cover my pussy with my hands, turn around and yell, "Close the door!" As he did so I caught a glimpse of two kids, probably freshman, standing outside the bathroom. They just treated themselves to a full view of my bare ass. I reach down for my thong and pull them up in an instant. As I pull my pants up I see Adam still pumping. He says, "Wait, oh, oh, wait!" And he begins to dump his load all onto himself. His cumshots hit him in the chest and stomach. His shirt is stained pretty badly. I open the door and race out of the party. 

As I leave I hear girls yelling, "Oh my god!" They probably just treated themselves to a full view of Adam's small penis, swarmed with cum at the tip, and red from the self-abuse. 

This had definitely turned into the worst night of my life. I cried all the way to my dorm. I've never been so humiliated in my life. Not by anyone I was so attracted to anyway. I didn't want my roommate to see me like this. She was surely going to notice something was wrong and eventually drag it out of me. I went to a nearby Store 24 and bought some cigarettes and sat by myself on the steps of my dorm. All I could think about was, how was I ever going to talk to Jason ever again? Will everybody find out about this? Can we still be friends? Do I even want to be his friend now that I know he has a girlfriend? I thought about this for an hour before I looked at my watch again. Then I remembered he lives nearby. I though, if I could just talk to him about this tonight, then maybe I wouldn't have to be so weird later. Besides, the night has already been a disaster anyway, what more did I have to lose?

I looked at my watch and it read 2:30pm. He should definitely be home by now I thought. I marched on over to his apartment and rang the buzzer to his place. When I reached the door to his studio, he was already standing there holding the partly open. When I reached the door I couldn't even look him in the eye and just went right on in.

When I turned around to look at him Jason was wearing nothing except for his boxer-briefs underwear. They wear tight black cotton briefs that came down and hugged his thighs. I was speechless. He acted like it was no big deal. But my god, he looked great. I got tingles in my stomach just by looking at him.

He said, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell anybody. It's no big deal right?" I pretend to act defensive but he just looked so goddamn sexy in those shorts. He noticed me staring at his stomach and chest and smiled. He looked down at the bulge in his shorts. His briefs were pretty tight and even though he wasn't hard, it was obvious he had a large package.

"Do you want to see it?" I was shocked by his proposal, but thrilled.

However, I didn't want him to think I was so slutty so I said, "Why would you ask me something like that? Is that what you think I came for?"

"Relax Lauren, jesus. I know you're embarrassed I saw you and I think it's pretty clear that unless we do something about this we're always going to be uncomfortable with each other. If I show you that way we'll be even. I don't want to lose you as a friend."

I could tell by the way he looked at me that he meant it. He said, "So do you want to see or not?" I tried to act really casual about it, even though I could feel myself started to get wet.

I said, "Fine, whatever."

So in one fell swoop he lowered his briefs down to his thighs. I couldn't believe my eyes. His cock was gorgeous. It was in its soft state hanging down a little to the left, but even then I could tell it would grow to be of considerable size. The skin along his shaft looked so smooth, like velvet, and his head was the perfect color of pink. His balls were pretty big, but not too big. They were smooth too; in fact he was very well groomed for a guy. He had no hair around his dick and balls, and the hair he had on the top was trimmed down pretty low. It was, and has always been, the most perfect cock I've ever had the pleasure of looking at.




A Night of Surprises for Lauren



I couldn't help but stare at it. He said, "I'm sorry I couldn't show it to you hard." 

I answered, "How big does it get?" I wanted to know, but I couldn't believe I actually said it. 

"I've never measured."

"Yeah right, all guys know their size."

"I swear I haven't. Why don't you tell me? Take off your pants."

This really caught me off guard, but in a very exciting way. I was silent for a moment. He could tell I wanted to. He said, "Come on, I already saw it anyway. What harm will it do?" 

"But, what about your girlfriend?"

He said, "What about her?"

"She won't like it. Besides you didn't even tell me you had a girlfriend. You lied to me."

"I didn't lie, I just didn't tell you. But you did the same to me."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Oh come on, I know you're into me. Stop pretending you're not right now. It's so obvious." In most guys this would seem totally cocky, but Jason was just so confident. It really made my pussy swell. He said, "Come on, let's see it. You know you want to."

He walked over to me and unbuttoned my pants. I was too nervous to do anything. I really wanted him bad, so I just let him take over. He pulled my pants down to my ankles and held on to the waistband of my panties. I looked down at him and he was already becoming semi-erect. My juices started swelling right through my thong as I watched his cock become fuller and harder. He pulled my thong down to my knees, and they just trickled down all the way to my ankles. 

He backed up a bit to get a full view. By this point my pussy was so wet, my out labia were swollen and red. I could feel the tip of my clit exposing itself just a tiny bit through my love folds. I couldn't stand it much longer. Just being exposed in front of him made my insides burn. He took a long hard look and said, "Wow, it's so nice. You really know how to shave it bare. Most girls leave a little stubble."

Then, to my wonderful surprise, he walk right up to me again and put his hand on my folds. He rubbed his fingers up and down my labia, not only to feel me up, but because he wanted to inspect it. "You have such a meaty pussy." I blushed, and he said, "Don't be embarrassed, that's a good thing. I love your pussy." And with those words, he spread my labia apart with his fingers and started caressing my insides. 

I lost complete control at this point. My knees buckled and I put my arms around his stomach and held on closely to him. I began swaying my hips back and forth, grinding my pussy against his hands. His hands were now completely soaked from me. My tits felt so good pressed up against his upper body. He was so much taller than me that my face only went as far as his chest. I pressed my face firmly against it. Feeling all his sweat, listening to his heartbeat race. I inhaled, as much as I could, his smell, his musty masculine smell was intoxicating.

I reach down his body and put my hand around his cock. It felt enormous. I look down and Jason is in his fully excited state. His penis must have been around seven inches. It looked so full and wide. His head had swelled significantly too. His corona had turned purple-ish and was quite engorged. It was better than I could have ever imagined. I started rubbing it back and fourth, I loved feeling my hand on his cock. I loved how his shaft felt smooth, and how soft his corona would feel when my hand would rub over the end of his cock. However, I couldn't be consistent because Jason now had a finger in my pussy. It felt more than good, it was aching pleasure. I couldn't even stand up straight so I press my face against his chest and started licking. I licked as deeply as I could, I wanted as much of him inside me as possible.

He said, "Oh baby, that feels nice. Are you enjoying yourself?" At this point I was so out of control inside that I couldn't pretend anything, I just told the truth. 

I said, "Oh you don't know how much I've been wanting this to happen."

"How much baby, tell me?"

I felt a small bump on his chest, and just sucked it right up. It was his nipple. I sucked and sucked, and flicked it back and fourth with my tongue. His finger touched the edge of my clit and began working in consistent circular motions.

I said, "Oooooooh Jason, I've masturbated to you for so long. I've pictured us doing this a million different ways. I've wondered what you'd look like naked for weeks and weeks now. You can do anything you want with me Jason, anything. I'll let you fuck me anywhere, my ass, my pussy. I'll lick your cock, your balls, your asshole. Anything you want. I'm so yours."

Talking like this was making my pussy even hotter and I started getting that familiar feeling you get when you know you're about to cum. I closed my eyes, feel my the insides of my thighs burn and came all over his hand. "OOOOOOHHH!" I came so hard I was practically almost yelling. For the first time ever I actually felt juice spit out of my pussy hole. I even heard my juice fall SPAT on the floor. But I didn't care. I just kept grinding my pussy against Jason until I was ready to pleasure him.

I started kissing him and sucking his neck. I let go of his cock so I could run my hands all over his body. I wanted to fuck him so badly. I wanted to make sure I would please him just as he pleased me. I was definitely going to enjoy this. I put my hands on his ass and started groping him just like a guy would do to a girl. I felt his cock pressed upright against my stomach. The bottom of his head was right on my belly button. I wanted to get him really horny and get really dirty for him. "Mm, you have such a beautiful cock. I want to suck it so bad." I kissed him some more. "I want you to cum in my mouth and my face." I could feel so much pre-cum dripping of his cum slit so I knew he was ready. BUT, when I moved away from him to bend down, I heard a door open and close. This couldn't be happening. Not again. Not tonight. I closed my eyes and prayed for a miracle.

I finally opened my eyes after a few seconds. My heart began to pound. I looked at the front door and no one was there, but when I turned I saw Danielle standing in front of another door! There she was, wearing nothing but one of Jason's t-shirts that just barely covered her body. She had no pants on, so her legs were on full display. Her hair was wet, so I'm assuming the door behind her was the bathroom. I was sooooooo embarrassed and humiliated. My heart started pounding really hard in my chest, like a ton of bricks. I reached down and pulled my thong up. All the time, I didn't know what to say, so I started rambling. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. This is embarrassing. Oh my god."

I pulled my thong up completely and but my hands were trembling from being caught and couldn't get my pants back up. I just stood there in my thong like an idiot, frightened and embarrassed for dear life. It was at this moment that Danielle approached me and instead of yelling at me, she gave me a very tender look. She smiled at me with those big, full, golden lips of hers and said, "Lauren. It is Lauren right?"

"Yeah." My voice cracked as I responded.

She said, "Honey, don't be nervous. It's OK. Really, it is." I look over at Jason and he's already pulled his boxers back up, but his dick is still hard and sticking out through the fabric.

He says, "Yeah Lauren, relax. Danielle is cool with this."

I still didn't know what to say and being another girl, Danielle probably knew all the thoughts racing through my mind. He said, "Look, Jason told me what happened. I was the one who suggested that he show you." 

I could just barely get the words out, "You did?"

"Yeah. Fair is fair, I know you guys are friends and I didn't want it endingover something as stupid as that. But I know how girls can be when they get really embarrassed so I thought he should make it up to you."

"But what about the other stuff?"

"Jason told me that you liked him. I already knew about it. I'm cool with it really. A lot of girls like my boyfriend. Besides, you're really cute."

What the hell did she mean I'm really cute? That's when Jason puts one arm around Danielle and leans into her and says, "She's got such a cute pussy. It's all shaved and meaty."

Apparently this amuses Danielle because she raises and eyebrow and says, "Really, can I see?" I'm so shocked my mouth falls open. I'll admit I've been a little curious about being with a woman, but never actually done anything besides in fantasies. However Danielle was gorgeous. I couldn't believe she was asking me to show her. Her big eyes stare at me, and she makes a sad puppy dog-mocking frown. 

I attempt to smile, but my lips can barely move from my shock at the situation. However, Jason walks right up to me and yanks my thong back down again. I stand there, frozen. Danielle bends over and places her face just a few feet away from me to get a really good look. I look down at her face and watch her watching me. Her gaze makes my pussy feel like a deer in the headlights. My thighs has traces of dried juices from a moment ago.

She says, "It's so cute Lauren"

"Thanks." Slowly, I start feeling less frightened about the whole thing. Danielle was being to sweet to me, and making me feel really comfortable. She places her middle and index fingers on the top part of my pussy, my mons. She slowly traces up and down my bare surface. "Do you wax of shave, this is a really great job you've done here."

"Thanks, I shaved yesterday. I'm not really that hairy anyway."

"I thought so." She continues with her fingers, before finally running her long fingernails just over my outer labia. My slit looks really gooey from how wet I've become. Danielle finally stops and backs off a bit. She looks over at Jason and they smile to each other. She says, "Do you want to join us?"

I stutter, "You mean, with both of you?" 

Danielle knew exactly what I meant. She said, "Yes, with me too." I tell them I've never done it before, but she says, "Neither have we, but we've been talking about trying it out lately and we think you're perfect. We said that to each other during the party tonight." Now it all became clear. That's why she was looking at me in the party. She wasn't jealous, she was attracted to me.

I was about to say yes, but it didn't matter because Jason came over and grab the bottom of my top. He said, "Here, let me just get you more comfortable." He pulled my shirt off over my head and then unsnapped my bra, releasing my 34 B tits. They were so perky and hard from all the excitement from before. My nipples are a dark pink and my areolas are slightly below medium size. My erect nipples aren't long but they are proportionately chubby. They look almost like pointy marbles. 

Danielle looks at them and says, "Oh Lauren, your nipples are soooo cute." Jason pops one of my tits into his mouth and sucks my nipples. My tits aren't my most sensitive area, but I do enjoy them being suck on. Danielle moves in on us and starts fondling my breasts. Her hands are so soft compared to Jason's. She's very delicate too. She feels them up softly and warmly, making sure not to squeeze to hard. She places my nipples between her fingers and gives them a small tug. "Your tits are perfect Lauren. They're so perky."

I look down at her chest and see her chest pressing up against her t-shirt. She's obviously aroused, her nipples are coming poking through the fabric in a big way. Jason looks at her and says, "Why don't you make Lauren feel more comfortable honey. Take your shirt off." Danielle smiles at me as she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it off. Her tits were the most impressive ones I'd ever seen. Her breasts were large and full, with only a slight sag, but at her size no sagging would mean they were fake. I'd never seen anyone with nipples like her before. Her areolas were dark brown very large and had a much more bumpy, pimply texture to it. The nipple itself was huge. They were sticking really far and they were wide too. On my breasts they would look disgusting, but because she had such big breasts, they looked really sexy on her. This is exactly what I meant when I said Danielle looked like a woman earlier on, and she had the breasts to prove it. I felt so girlish with my small, pink tits.

I said, "Wow." Danielle and Jason started laughing. 

Jason says, "Tell me about it, I get to suck them all I want. 

Danielle says, "Jason, don't be vulgar." 

"What, like it's not true?" He uses one hand to pinch one of her nipples and quickly places his mouth on the other one for a 1 second suck. Danielle moans by reaction. It doesn't take a scientist to know that her tits must be extremely sensitive. He looks at me and says, "Told you so."

Danielle looks at me again with her big eyes waiting for approval. I say, "I'm so jealous. I wish I had them. Mine must look so ridiculous to you." 

She cups both my tits again and squeezes, "Don't say that. I love smaller, perky tits. At least people don't ask you if yours are fake or not." I blush and tell her that I was going to ask her that very question. That's when Jason stands up behind me and presses himself against me. I can feel his cock, still pretty hard in his underwear. 

He whispers in my ear, "Do you want to feel them?"

"Oh yes, please."

He grabs my hands and places them on Danielle's tits. The first thing that goes through my mind is how hard her nipples feel on the palms of my hands. I squeeze them a bit and Danielle moans. Jason lets go of me and I spend a few moments just touching, squeezing, flicking her nipples with my fingers. I squeeze one of her nipples with my thumb and index fingers and Danielle lets out a soft moan, "Mmm, that feels good."

Jason stands next to her and says, "Do you want to suck on them?" He takes my hands off her tits and pops one of her tits into his mouth. Danielle opens her arms and invites me in. I was a little nervous, but excited. My pussy is so wet again that juices are trickling down my thighs again. I take Danielle's nipple into my mouth and taste her. It was a great kind of new taste. I hug her nipple with my lips and use my tongue to slowly massage it. I squeeze her breast with one hand and begin running my tongue in circular pattern around her bumpy areola. I look over at Jason and he's gently biting her other nipple with his teeth. I used my tongue to flick them up and down. All this time, Danielle just kept moaning. 

When I saw Jason stop, I stopped as well. The three of us just stood there with mischievous grins on our faces. I look down at Danielle's panties. She's wearing low-rise V cut bikini panties that hug her waist nicely. Her legs are in full view but her entire pussy is covered up. I noticed a large wet spot right in the center of her pussy. She looks at me and grins. She says, "Do you want to see my pussy?"

At this point I'm pretty comfortable with the situation and yell out, "Yes!" 

Jason moves up behind Danielle and grabs her waistband but she stops him. She says, "I want Lauren to do it."

I get down on my knees and pull down her panties slowly. At this point her pussy can't be much more than a few inches away from my face. The smell from her pussy hit me hard and made me that much hotter. She had a short, trimmed, stripe of hair on top of her lips and the rest was bare. Danielle was obviously a hairy girl because she had a tiny bit of shadow starting to come in. Her pussy was so wet her outer labia had contracted a bit and her inner lips came out quite a bit. She uses her hand to spread it open and give me a good look. Her clitoris is really hard and calling for attention. Her love hole has opened up as well. It's obvious Danielle is no virgin. I rub my index finger through her slit. Her inner lips curl themselves around my around as I find her hole and slip my finger in. It was definitely a new sensation for me. Her vagina felt kind of wrinkly, it was so much more delicate and sensitive than a penis. I used my other hand to find her clit and gently rub it. "Oh fuck Lauren, that feels so good."

Jason puts his arm around Danielle and starts kissing her neck. Danielle reaches down and puts her hand in Jason's briefs. Jason's cock has gotten so big that half of it was already out and poking out of the top of his shorts anyway. She says, "You like watching a girl play with my pussy, baby?" She kisses him, "Aw papi, you feeling neglected?" Then she looks down at me and tells me to take off his underwear, which I do. His cock springs straight at him. I take it in my hand and start rubbing. Danielle says, "Well this is your chance to finally suck it."

I look up at her a little embarrassed and she bends down on the floor next to me and places her soft hand on my face. She says, "Don't be embarrassed about what you said before when you thought you two were alone together. It turns me on knowing that you like his cock." I wasn't expecting any more surprises for the night, but what happened next really caught me off guard.

She grabs my face with both hands and leans over and kisses me. Her lips felt like velvet. Her mouth was just partly open, and she gave me the perfect combination of lips and tongue I've ever received. Then she got up and took me by the hand. She led Jason and I to his bed and had him lay down. We both sat down towards the bottom and near his cock. It was hard and lying flat against his stomach. She grabbed it by the tip of her fingers and said, "It's nice right?"

"God Danielle, you're so lucky."

"Feel how heavy it is."

Like I hadn't already noticed that. She said, "Go ahead Lauren, do whatever you want."

I took this as permission to be as naughty as I wanted and I planted my face in his crotch. I started running my tongue up and down his shaft, then worked my way towards his balls where I took a big whiff of him. Danielle said, "Oh my god, you smell guy's balls too?"

"Yeah, I love it."

And with that, I finally took Jason into my mouth. He tasted of pre-cum right away. I lapped up all of his juices instantly and by this point I lost all inhibitions. I started working my mouth up and down his pole rapidly. I tried to make it look as sluttish as I could, because I knew Jason was watching. I dropped a big wad of spit on his dick and started pumping it with my hand. Jason was in heaven, "Oh shit Lauren. Don't stop." I took turns alternating between my mouth and the hand job. As I did so Danielle got on behind me. I was on my knees, my to the air on the bed, you could say I was on all 4s. That's when I felt Danielle spread my ass and start eating me out. 

Her tongue started lapping my slit. She spread my lips with her fingers and found my clit pretty quickly. It was nice having someone understand how important it is to be consistent with a girl's clit. She put just the right amount of pressure on it. I didn't know what to be more excited about, the pleasure on my pussy or the fact that I was finally sucking Jason. Danielle tried inserting one of her fingers into me, but her fingernails hurt a little so she stopped. I assumed she would go back to eating my pussy, but instead she spread my ass pretty wide and started licking my asshole. I've never really liked this much because my previous boyfriend tried to stick his entire tongue in there and didn't know what he was doing, but with Danielle it felt nice. She danced her tongue around the rim of my hole and flicked her tongue up and down quickly right on the entrance in the middle. I felt a wonderful kind of tickle sensation.

In the meantime Jason was just about to burst. He said, "Oh Lauren I'm going to cum all over your face." 

Danielle yelled out, "NO! Not yet." And she pulled me off of him. She wanted to save him for later. She had Jason get off the bed and she took his place. She spread her legs, showing off her soaking slit and love hole and begged me to eat her out.




A Night of Surprises for Lauren



I pressed my face against her pussy and felt the layers of her vagina against my face. My face started getting covered with her juices. I didn't know what to do so I just stuck my tongue out and started licking her slit deeply. Her lips were engulfing my face. Me eyes were the only things not being covered by her pussy. It felt weird, but I was entranced by the smell and taste of Danielle. I pulled back a little and found her clit, so I began playing with it also. Meanwhile, Jason started making out with Danielle, so her moaning became muffled. At one point they both looked down at me to stare at my performance. That only made me hornier. I even searched for her asshole and began licking her all around that area as well, which was a first for me. With Jason sucking her tits, and me on her pussy, Danielle was in heaven. At one point she even placed both hands on my head and started massaging my hair. I hated it when my ex-boyfriends did this because all they did was make me gag on their dicks. However, Danielle was genuinely caressing me and it felt really sexy. I felt her hips starting to buckle and that's when she said, "Don't stop Lauren. Fuck, don't stop." I had one finger in her pussy and my tongue on her clit and I tried to keep it as consistent as I could. A few moments later Danielle came all over my face. Her taste was overwhelmingly sexy. 

I stood up with my entire face wet. Jason called me over and he ran his hands through my hair and rubbed his thumbs slowly on my cheeks. He said, "You look so fucking sexy right now." And finally, he kissed me! We locked lips and worked our tongues deep into each other's mouths. He put his arms around me and firmly held me against him. I was melting. I felt Danielle come up from behind and she started running her hands up against my back and my ass. Jason and I didn't stop kissing for at least a couple of minutes. Then Danielle put her hand between my ass and found my pussy. 

She said, "I think she's ready Jason. Danielle how do you want to get fucked?" I looked at Jason and told him to do me missionary. I just wanted to feel his body pressed up against mine and feel him inside me. He threw me on the bed and held my legs apart. With one hand he took his cock and ran the head up and down my slit. It was torture. 

I said, "Oh please, just fuck me already!" He had no trouble getting in, but he was a big enough gentleman to take it slow for the first few pumps. He filled me up with about 5 of his inches first and started working me real slow. He picked up the pace for a while and I started feeling tighter and tighter. Danielle lied down next to me and began rubbing my tits and kissing my neck. 

Jason wanted to get nastier and started egging me on. He asked, "You like it baby? You were flirting with me tonight weren't you? Did you want this baby?"

I looked at Danielle and she kissed me again. She said, "Don't worry about it. Just be honest, this is turning me on." Jason started pounding harder and harder. My hips were rocking back and fourth in perfect tempo with him. 

I said, "Yeees. I shaved my pussy just for you. I wanted you to eat it and fuck it. Oh, Jason, you feel so good." I felt that familiar feeling again and knew I was about to cum. 

Danielle started acting as cheerleader, saying, "Fuck her hard baby. Fuck her slutty little pussy. Look how she spreads her legs for you. She's gonna cum all over your pussy." I couldn't help but burst all over Jason. I started crying out loud in ecstasy. I looked into Jason's face as I came. He was smiling because he knew he conquered me. He would forever remember my face of complete surrender with my cum all over his cock.

I could tell he was about to cum because he kept going faster and faster. He looked over at Danielle and she ran over to him. She said, "You ready baby?" Jason's eyes rolled back into his head, and he pulled out of me. Danielle grabbed me by the hand and pulled me over right in front of his cock. Jason grabbed himself and pumped himself into my face. The first streak of cum was long and very warm. It landed just over my right eye and extended down over my nose and mouth. I lowered my head when some of it hit my eye and the second streak, also long, landed on my hair. He turned to his right, where Danielle was holding her tits together for him, and he finished spraying all over her tits. The rest of his cum flew out spottier and less dense. Danielle made him let go of his cock and put it between her tits. She started caressing it with her tits. She said, "How does that feel baby? Good?"

Jason was too exhausted to talk, "Mmm-hmm." His cock began to grow softer, the tip was red from all the action, but Danielle rubbed it gently and took it in her mouth. She sucked his cock clean form any bit of cum resting on his shaft. I has my eye closed because of the cum in my eye. 

Shortly thereafter, Danielle put her arms around me. She said, "You OK?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks though."

We looked at each other and something inside me made me hug her. She had introduced me to a whole new world of sex. A world I cherished ever since. She took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom where we both wiped off. She left the bathroom first because I had to pee and when I came out Danielle and Jason were already in bed under the covers, still naked. They were cuddling. Jason was already starting to fall asleep. 

I couldn't help but feel really sad. I now had to go back to my dorm and sleep all alone. Don't get me wrong, I loved the experience, but sometimes the best thing a girl can get at the end of a night is a hug. I tip toed towards the pile of clothes in the middle of the room and reached for my panties. 

"Where do you think you're going?" I looked up and Danielle had pull open some of the covers for me. 

I said, "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. I really want you to stay." I got up into the bed and Danielle made me get in the middle. We got under the covers and she whispered in my ear, "Don't worry. I'll help you wash your hair tomorrow." She snuggled up close to me and kissed me goodnight. My heart was racing again. No one has treated me with such consideration before. I turned my back to Jason and put my arm around Danielle. I thanked her for everything and kissed her. We spent the whole night whispering things to each other and give each other small, delicious tap kisses. We did this until we could no longer stay awake and finally, in each other's arms, fell asleep.