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Slumber Party Consequences

By: Pelios



It was a typical high school senior's slumber party, I guess. There was wine, vodka, and someone brought a couple of illegal cigarettes. There was a lot of getting wasted and finally of passing out. Of course, I wasn't that into getting wasted and neither were a very few of the other girls, so after most of the others had gone to sleep, we broke up into pairs chatting in or on our sleeping bags. I was talking to Jaime and shortly, we may have been the only ones left awake. More than once, I had felt a little jealous of Jaime as I thought of how she was so much hotter than me. Strangely, that made me attracted to being friends with her.

Not that I'm shabby exactly. I have reddish-brown hair that is sandier than auburn, a few freckles and nice tits, at least nice for an eighteen-year-old high school girl. Jaime is a little taller than me and has long brown hair, smaller breasts than me and she wears glasses. So what is to be jealous of? Her legs, that's what – she has shapely muscular legs that are to die for – I mean, when Jaime walks through a room wearing short-shorts, every eye turns. And I mean every eye; boys, girls, and even me. 

So here we were, our sleeping bags lying side-by-side and chatting; the conversation hits a slow turn, and I just blurt it out. "Jaime I have to confess that I am jealous of your legs. I think they're the sexiest legs in school."

Jaime blinked in surprise at the new turn in our conversation, and I noticed that she also had really lovely brown eyes. After a moment she answered, "Well you can't have them. I use them all the time." We giggled for a minute, probably longer than the joke deserved, but I guess talking about other people's bodies is a little embarrassing. Finally she added, "Ok, to be honest, I think you probably have the sexiest mouth in school, Karen. You have perfect lips, even white teeth, and I don't know, you just look so kissable. Besides, you have sexy legs, too."

I was caught off guard with the sexy mouth thing. It sounded like something a guy might say before asking me to suck his dick. Come to think of it, that has happened a few times, and a couple of those times, I went ahead and did it. I like giving blowjobs. It's raw sex, short in duration, and if you happen to like salty mushrooms like I do, one doesn't mind swallowing, which makes things neat and clean. I've also let a couple of guys go down on me as well. I love the sensation, but I am so nervous about it that I can't seem to come. I'm nervous because I know that after they are done licking me, they always want to fuck, and I'm not ready for that yet, so in a technical way, I am still a virgin even though my hymen has long since been removed by questing fingers.

So all this flies through my mind when she tells me about my sexy mouth. At least her remark about my legs being sexy is something I can respond to, "Oh, my legs look fat," I said with a little heart-felt disgust, "But as for my mouth – usually guys say that to get me to suck their dicks."

"Your legs aren't fat, they are just well rounded and very sexy," protested Jaime with a grin, "and you have a beautiful tan, Karen. I wish I could have smooth, tanned legs like yours. Look and me, pale as a corpse." Then she leaned close and whispered, "But if I had a dick, you would sure be the girl that I would ask to suck it with your beautiful, sexy mouth."

Okay that was strange. I mean the joke was good and we both giggled, but something about the way she said that about my sucking her dick made a thrill run up and down my spine. I think she had a little too much sincerity in her voice to be completely joking. I looked at her mouth and stopped giggling. Her lips were full, slightly parted, and suddenly very inviting. We just stared at each other a minute before she did the unthinkable thing. She kissed me. It wasn't like a seductive kiss exactly, just a really tender kiss. Not that it wasn't seducing me, it just wasn't that kind of kiss – like no French, but definitely friendlier than normal in duration. But it felt really, really nice, and when she pulled away, I sort of wanted to pull her back, but I didn't, of course. I didn't want her to think I was queer or something.

Neither of us had said anything, and we were still staring at each other. Finally, I said, "That was sweet, but what was that for?"

She gave a little shrug, "Just had to try it, I guess. You just looked so tempting with your sexy mouth, and I didn't have a dick to put in it." I could tell she was trying not to grin.

In the same spirit I said, "I guess I could suck your sexy legs, but don't expect me to deep-throat." We giggled and I could tell we both felt more than a little nervous about what was definitely becoming a sexual tension between us. It was crazy, I had never even seriously considered sex with another girl, it wasn't ever even discussed with me, at least, not with another girl, and it's not like I really wanted to do anything or have her do anything to me, yet... I felt another blurt coming on, and true to the evening, I let it out, "But the kiss was nice though."

She arced an eyebrow, "You think I'm a good kisser?"

"I couldn't go that far. It was such a little kiss, besides your glasses bumped me – nearly put my eye out." This was blatantly untrue, and was just as blatantly a challenge to kiss me again. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I figured I was losing my mind.

She gave a little smile and set her glasses aside, opened her sleeping bag and cuddled next to me and kissed me again. At first it was just like the other, just her warm lips softly touching mine, then her lips parted ever so slightly, so I let mine open a little too and our tongues touched. It was like a war in my head. Part of me was saying 'You're kissing a girl for god's sakes,' and part of me – a growing larger part of me – was starting to really enjoy it. The soft kiss with tongues just lightly touching went on, and on, and it gradually became as if a boy was kissing me, and I was starting to feel an excitement that was like the stirrings I felt with a boy, then I started thinking but it's a girl, and that felt so dirty and perverted...

And suddenly dirty and perverted was a really, really hot thing, and it was much wickeder and sexier than kissing a boy, and now we were both of us breathing a little harder. Jaime was now licking boldly into my mouth, exploring me and I was sucking her tongue. Then I put my tongue in her mouth and let her suck mine a while. I felt her arms reach around me and hold me and I put my arms around her. I felt her hand opening my sleeping bag and she was slipping in beside me, still kissing me and now our legs were touching which seemed incredibly intimate and sexual. 

We lay there kissing, getting more and more aroused, Jaime gradually began moving her legs, caressing the backs of my legs with the calf of the leg that she had eased over mine. I could feel the warmth of the crotch of her panties pressing against my hip and thigh, and suddenly my hips were moving a little too. I put both my arms around her neck, sucked at her tongue and made a serious effort to rub my mound against any part of her body that I could find. I think I was humping the area between her upper right thigh and her hip, and it was starting to feel really, really good. Suddenly I heard another voice.

Someone was whispering to someone, and we both froze like deer trapped in a car's headlights. Jaime eased out of my bag and once on top of her own, she sat up and cautiously looked around. There was one lamp burning out in the foyer – but we were in the darkest corner of the living room. I sat up, too. At first I couldn't make out where the whispering was coming from, it was so feint. But I was terrified it was two girls whispering about Jaime and me. Barely moving, Jaime's hand touched my arm and pointed. I could barely make it out, but evidently two other girls were sharing one sleeping bag and whispering to each other.

I felt a flood of relief, and a glance at Jaime told me that she felt the same. Then Jaime put her mouth to my ear and whispered so softly that I'm sure no one else heard. "That's Claire and Elizabeth. Do you think?"

I knew what she was asking, or thought I did so I whispered just as softly directly into her ear, "No, I am sure they didn't see or hear us."

Jaime shook her head, and whispered again in my ear, "No, I meant do you think they are having sex?" I have to admit that thought shocked me a bit, although I sure couldn't say why, and then the next thought shocked me even more. Were they having sex just like Jaime and I were getting ready to do? But were we? I had certainly given that no thought, but I was thinking about it now. I was still pretty aroused. I glanced down and could see my nipples pressing against my tee-shirt. If Jaime had put her hand in my panties, would I have stopped her? I was pretty sure I wouldn't have, and my pussy tingled at the thought.

Then the girls across the room answered our questions as we heard a couple of very soft but distinct grunts. But would I have put my hand in Jaime's panties? I really didn't know. Jaime and I looked at each other to acknowledge that the other two girls were having some kind of sexual activity. Jaime put her mouth to my ear, "That is making me so hot. I wish we could see what they are doing." I just looked at Jaime, who had put her glasses back on and was watching the sleeping bag across the room. There were definitely a few subtle movements inside the bag that could be discerned, and we heard a very low moan. Claire and Elizabeth had chosen a slightly brighter location in the dark living room.

I couldn't believe Jaime had said that. Why would we want to watch them? I thought that was pretty disgusting but then in my minds eye, I could picture myself spying on two girls, and actually a very pretty and a very interesting picture was beginning to form in my head. I shook my head and whispered to her, "We should go to sleep. I don't want to be seen by other girls doing something like that."

Jaime put her face cheek to cheek with mine and put her arms around me, holding me so we could talk into each other's ears. "But Karen, I was really enjoying kissing you and it was making me really hot."

"Me too," I admitted, "But I've never done anything like that before."

"Neither have I," and Jaime added a lick to my ear, "But I want to do it some more, and I want to do it with you, please?" 

I admit that I can't exactly feel my pussy getting wet, but I could feel the result when the cool air tickled at my soaked panties. What Jaime just said shot through me like a jolt of electricity and I found myself answering honestly, "And I want you to do things to me, but not here, not tonight."

"Will you spend the night with me next weekend at my house?" I really couldn't hear the pleading in the whisper but I felt it.

"Yes, but make it my house," I couldn't believe I was saying this, but I was, "my parents will be out of town next weekend, and my little brother is going with them."

"Okay, can I just kiss you one more time?"

"No," I answered, "Just go to sleep." I pulled away, closed my sleeping bag and turned my back to her. I didn't trust another kiss, and I am pretty sure I wouldn't stop if Jaime pushed, so I wasn't about to let her kiss me again – not here, and not tonight. I was a long time actually falling asleep and trying not to think about sex. I wished I had drunk more booze.

The next week wasn't easy in some ways. Jaime and I shared one class and while we smiled and said hello, we kind of kept our distance. I didn't know what to think. Had Jaime changed her mind? I didn't think so, because whenever our eyes met, she would hold contact just a little longer than was natural. Finally on Wednesday we sat together at lunch. Other girls were at the same table so we didn't say much just talked a little about the class we had in common. Finally, Jaime said, "So, give me your address and phone number so I can come over Friday night to study biology. I hope you understand it better than I do."

Biology was the class we shared and where I had a B average, I knew Jaime had a slam dunk for an A. I had to laugh, and said, "That's nice of you to say," I wrote down the information on a piece of paper and handed it across the table, "But you are supposed to help me understand it better." She crossed her eyes at me and I had to giggle again, and absolutely no one paid the least bit of attention accept Ginger who groaned something about her last math test. 

Gym class was the weirdest. Most girls are fairly modest about changing clothes, but no one exactly hides either, and I found myself feeling both more self-conscious about my own nudity and more curious about the other girls. And then I began to wonder if any of the others were looking at other girls surreptitiously like I was. And I was finding it harder and harder not to stare at pussies when I got the chance to see one. Some girls trimmed theirs, and a few had even shaved. For the most part, the shaved ones seemed a little shyer about being seen. But I was sure that one girl, a slim brunette named Myra, was all but displaying hers. I found myself wishing Jaime were in my gym class so I could get a glimpse of what she looked like.

That Thursday, Myra caught my gaze lingering just a little too long on her smooth lower lips. Feeling a little panicky, I reluctantly looked her in the eyes, but she was just smiling at me. After class, in the hall, she walked up to me and asked, "Well what do you think?" Her hips had displayed a distinct sway when she had walked up to me and I wondered if she was gay or something. 

"I'm not sure," I knew that she was talking about my staring at her shaved pussy, but I had no clue what she expected me to say. Unfortunately, I am one of those people who say the most inane things when they don't know what to say, "I mean, it's pretty enough, but isn't it uncomfortable?" My God! I screamed at myself, I just told a girl her shaved pussy looked pretty, and the weirdest thing is I didn't even have that opinion really. I hadn't decided it was pretty or not – it had just seemed like the naturally friendly thing to say.

She just grinned again, "Sometimes it's uncomfortable for doing some things because hair does add some protective padding, but it's great for sex and wearing a bikini, and the boys seem to like it. Thanks for saying that it's pretty. I'm glad you think that." Then she walked off like we had just had the most normal conversation. Maybe we did. Maybe I'm going crazy. I had never been like this around other girls before, nervous and less than confident, but I couldn't get last Saturday night's slumber party out of my mind. I kept thinking about how wonderful it had felt with Jaime seducing me, and how Claire and Elizabeth had taken it to at least another level. Now I wonder if I didn't envy them, although that was really crazy because Friday night was coming soon enough. I was glad neither Claire nor Elizabeth was in my gym class; for I know that I would have stared at their bodies, wondering... Wondering what? I didn't even know.

I wasn't even sure I wanted to go through with it. It. I wasn't even sure what 'it' was. I mean, I know that Jaime wanted to seduce me, I think. I was pretty okay with some of that, the kissing at least, and even the dry humping. But if I had owned a magic button that could undo the whole thing – what had happened and what might happen, I would have had to press it. I was so nervous and I felt guilty. When I thought about sex with another girl, it made me slightly ill, unless that is, I started to feel dirty and perverted about it, then it would all come back with a warm pleasant rush. Maybe it was my strict religious background. I know that was a big part of what made me love giving blowjobs to boys. It made me feel guilty and dirty and cheap, like a slut, and that made me feel free. How crazy is that?

But did I feel lust when giving a blowjob? Certainly I felt some of that, and I certainly felt it when they kissed me and touched me, but I think it was mostly the feeling dirty thing that gave me my best intensity with boys. Except with Jaime, there was a whole lot more of a percentage of the lust part – of course it also felt much dirtier and much more perverted, so it was hard to be sure of myself. Would I just let Jaime do whatever she wanted with me? I felt some hesitation about it, but the honest answer is probably, at least if she kept up the pressure. I would probably give her what ever she wanted. Whatever that was, and thinking that way gave me that warm slutty feeling again. I could be a whore for Jaime if she wanted me too.

I did want to have orgasms though. I love orgasms. They're not so intense when I do them to myself as when someone else is fondling me, but I had only had a few and those were from boy's hands. Like I said, I loved it when they would kiss and lick me down there, but it made me nervous because I knew they wanted to fuck me more than just go down on me. One guy put his finger in my ass while licking my pussy and that was the closest I had ever come to an orgasm from oral sex. Playing with my bottom seemed especially dirty and perverted. He had asked for me to let him fuck my bottom and I nearly let him, too. Then I remembered about how men gave each other aids. Then later I thought, if he had offered up a rubber, I probably would have consented.

Thursday night, Jaime called me. I took the call in my room, so I wouldn't have to worry too much about being overheard, but it still made me a little nervous, until she said, "Karen, I just want to tell you how much I like you and enjoy spending time with you. Please don't worry about anything else. Nothing may happen, but I really want to be friends with you. We neither of us will do anything we don't want to, okay?"

"I'm nervous, Jaime, but it's not that bad. Besides, I like you, too. You make me laugh, and I like that."

Jaime was quiet a moment, "I'll bring some wine that I'm sure my folks won't miss. We could go out, or I could maybe bring a movie. My dad has a huge DVD collection."

"Bring a movie then," I really didn't know what I wanted to do, but at least she was giving me options, "What time are you coming over?"

"Is eight late enough?" 

"You can make it seven if you like, my folks will be out of here by six or even earlier, I expect."

"Then see you tomorrow night at seven, Karen." And she hung up. 

Friday was the easiest day of school all week, and I know it was because of the reassurance I had received from Jaime's call the night before. Gym was the only speed bump I hit that day, and it was because of Myra. She was right across from me and had taken off her gym shorts and panties without taking off her shoes. So when she put her foot on the bench to untie her sneakers, she was giving me a positively indecent shot of her shaved crotch. "Wanta know what it is about the sex being better?" she asked in a quiet voice while I stared shamelessly between her legs.

"Sure." I muttered, hoping nobody noticed where I was looking.

"When someone puts their mouth on me, I feel it so much more intimately. It's really wonderful."

My mouth was very dry when I softly asked, "Are you gay, Myra?"

She shook her head and gave me that insolent grin of hers, "No, but let's say I am bi-curious. And I have been even more curious since you said I was pretty down there. How about you?"

That was a jolt because, at that moment, I had been deciding that her pussy was indeed pretty. I blushed, "Definitely not, but I might be kinda pre-bi-curious. I mean, I have thought about it, a little."

"Well keep thinking about it, Karen," her eyes dropped to my waist because I had just pulled my panties off and was reaching for my towel to shower, "Because I think you are really pretty down there, too. Maybe sometime we can get together and talk some more."


Slumber Party Consequences



"Maybe so," I said, blushing again. I wrapped the towel around me, slipped on my shower shoes and headed for the shower. Once in the shower I peeked down at my reddish brown bush that had been flattened by my panties. It really gave me a thrill to think Myra thought I was pretty there. I wondered how serious she was. With Myra it is definitely hard to tell. I wondered what it would be like to kiss and lick a pussy. My first reaction was that slightly ill feeling, then I thought how depraved it would be to eat cunt. Maybe it was the choice of words in my thought, but it seemed much more feasible. But I still didn't think I wanted to do it.

After I saw my folks off, I got even more nervous. I went upstairs and took a shower but nothing was helping to calm me much. Jaime showed up right at seven, and I led her into the kitchen because she was carrying a paper sack. She pulled out a frozen pizza, several DVD's and two bottles of wine. One of the DVD's was a sex movie about lesbian sex. I cocked an eyebrow at that and Jaime chuckled, "We don't have to watch it if you don't want to, but I thought it might be kinky."

Jaime had worn a tee-shirt and cut-off jean shorts and her magnificently muscled legs were definitely an eye-catcher. She saw the direction of my gaze and put a foot up on a chair displaying one of her legs, "I shaved my legs this afternoon just for you. Go ahead and feel if you want." I put my hand on her leg and ran my hand over her smooth calf muscles, several times, practically massaging her calf. "That feels really nice," she said softly.

"Yeah," I swallowed, "Um, yeah, it feels really nice to me too." Since she wasn't objecting, I kept rubbing her leg using both hands now, all the way up the thigh and back down. It was seriously turning me on. I had thought so many times about what it would be like to feel her curvy muscles, and now I was being given free reign. 

"You can kiss my leg if you like," suggested Jaime in a very breathy voice.

I was already fantasizing about doing that very thing, "Do you really want me to?" I was hesitant. I wanted to kiss her leg, but this was so weird in the kitchen like this.

"Yes," she said with a little catch in her breath.

"Then say it," I prompted, hoping she would talk a little dirty to me.

Jaime evidently intuited what I wanted, to be bossed around a little to give me courage, because she then said, "Karen, I want you to kiss my leg. Kiss it all over with wet kisses like you're worshiping the sexiness of my leg. I want to feel some tongue, and then if you prove to me that you can be a leg-licking whore, I'll let you kiss my other leg all over, too."

I did just what she told me to do. I kissed all over her leg with open mouth kisses from her ankle to her thigh, and then when she took her leg down and put her other foot on the chair, I kissed that leg all over too. By the time I had finished, I glanced down at myself and noticed a distinct wet spot on my shorts. I shouldn't have worn the tight ones I guess. I grabbed the pizza and put it in the freezer and put the wine on the cabinets trying to hide my blush and my wet spot. Jaime came up behind me and put her arms around me, nuzzled in my hair and whispered, "You don't have to be embarrassed about your shorts. After what you just did to me, mine are pretty damp, too."

I sighed, "I just don't know what's getting into me. I've always thought you were very sexy, Jaime, but I was never thinking about you having sex with me."

She turned me around and looked at me with her big brown eyes, and I noticed she wasn't wearing glasses. "Contacts," she said with a smile, then kissed me, just one of those soft friendly kisses that lasted a little too long to just be friendly. Then she pulled a way a little and said, "What would you say to us going to sit on the sofa and talk a while."

I said okay and led her to our living room. We sat down side-by-side and Jaime put her arm around my shoulders and said calmly, "I've thought about sex with you. I think you are incredibly sexy, Karen. I've been thinking about it for months. You're beautiful, sweet, kind to a fault, and you really do have the sexiest mouth." She kissed me again, a lot longer this time. I opened my mouth to her and she took the hint and started frenching me. Her kissing me was making me dizzy with desire. Part of me wanted to stop, but most of me just kept kissing her back.

I jumped just a little when she touched one of my breasts, but I didn't stop the kissing, and I didn't move my hands, which were pretty much limp in my lap. Her touch felt very good on my breast, so I didn't mind when she touched the other one either, but I did sort of regret that I was wearing a bra. I wasn't wearing panties – I have no idea what my line of thought was when I had dressed. Suddenly, I wished we were both naked, partly so she could put her hands all over me, and partly because I was dying to see what she looked like naked. I wanted to be able to really look at a girl without having to hide it, like in gym class.

We were breathing pretty hard from the kissing, and finally Jaime stopped kissing my mouth and started kissing my neck. She whispered, "Do you mind if I kiss your legs the way you did to me?"

I shivered a little at the thought, "No," I whispered, "I don't mind. I think I would like that."

Jaime knelt on the floor in front of me and slipped off my shoes and began by French kissing the tops of my feet. She worked up my legs, kissing and licking them all over, and when she got to the insides of my thighs, I spread them a little and she even kissed the wet spot on my shorts. Then she sucked at the wet spot and I could feel the warmth of her mouth through the thin cotton. I had to clear my throat to speak, "Maybe we should just, you know, take our clothes off?"

Jaime grinned and pulled me to my feet, "Okay, Karen, just go ahead and undress me, then I'll do you." I pulled her tee-shirt over her head and she wasn't wearing a bra. I had said before that she had smaller breasts than mine and they were, but they were still very nice, perfectly rounded with thick light-brown nipples that were protruding about half an inch. I was tempted to stop and suckle them, but instead used my trembling fingers to unfasten her blue-jean shorts. I pulled the shorts down, and she was still wearing panties.

I knelt in front of her and slowly pulled her panties down, getting a good look at her dark brown furred delta, then after she had stepped out of her panties. I stood and watched her breasts bob as she unbuttoned my blouse, took off my bra and pulled down my shorts. "You naughty girl," she chuckled, "Not wearing any panties."

We sat back down on the couch and she fondled my breasts. I have light brown nipples and aureoles like Jaime did but mine are much lighter, just slightly darker than the rest of my bikini pale breasts. While my breasts were a little larger than hers, my nipples were slightly smaller, although I don't remember ever seeing them harder than they were with her touching and tweaking at them. "I love your breasts," Jaime breathed as she began kissing and licking them and sucking at my nipples. She put her hand between my legs, and as I felt her spreading my lower lips with her fingers, I put my head back and closed my eyes.

She felt me up as thoroughly as any boy had ever done, maybe more so, dipping her fingers into my vagina and for the most part staying away from my clit. She was still sucking at my nipples when her suddenly very knowing fingers began to tickle, rub and wobble my clit. I gasped and her efforts intensified and within moments I started to feel an orgasm lurching and wiggling down in my hips. It was still building when she knelt between my legs and used her tongue to replace her fingers. I looked down and there was Jaime's pretty face half buried in my reddish brown curls, her expression one of ecstasy. 

Suddenly as if time had some to a stand-still to take a photograph, I saw my spread tanned thighs, the pale flesh marked by my bikini bottoms, that incredibly lovely face worshiping between my reddish-brown furred lower lips, and I thought, that is the prettiest sexiest sight in the universe. I felt her gentle lips caressing my little hood while her fiery tongue whipped and lashed at my little clit. I cried out, "Oh, oh," quite loudly as I began to orgasm, coming in her mouth, coming in her sweet, sweet mouth.

I screamed and clutched her head, holding her tight against my pussy as my hips bucked over and over. She stuck one of her pussy slick fingers a little way up my ass, and OH GOD! It like rekindled the orgasm all over again. "Fuck My Ass," I groaned still vigorously humping her face, and she did, pushing her finger further in, and then in and out. By the time my orgasm started to recede and I was getting too tickly down there, I gently pushed her away, and lay there breathing heavily and covered with sweat. Jaime sat beside me and began kissing my face and occasionally briefly on my mouth. Her face smelled like my pussy, a smell I have never minded, and at the moment, I loved it.

"I – I've never," I gasped, still trying to catch my breath, "Never come that hard before."

"Really?" queried Jaime with her wicked little grin.

"No," I shook my head. "And mostly I think it was looking down and seeing a girl's face between my legs. It really got me, coming in a girl's mouth. I never could do that with boys."

"Boys can't make you come?" asked Jaime curiously.

"Not with oral sex. A few times with hand jobs, but never anything close to what you just did to me. That was the best orgasm I've ever had."

"Then I'll just have to give you another," she whispered, licking my ear, "Because that was the most fun I ever had, too. I've been jacking off and thinking about doing that to you for months. And you are so sweet and wet inside, did you know that when you come, you ooze out a bunch more pussy juice? It's so clear and pure and just a little sweet."

I turned my head towards her and she started kissing me with her pussy-flavored mouth, which along with her words had turned me on instantly again. But I pushed her back far enough to say; "I want to do it to you first."

"Are you sure, Karen, because you don't have to do all that, you know? You could just touch me a little, and I swear I'll explode."

I put my hand between her legs and cupped her pussy and she gasped, just looking at me wonderingly. Her lips trembled when I eased my middle finger between her fleshy lips and gasped again when I slid easily into her very wet vagina. I don't know how to describe it exactly, but there was something very exciting about touching a girl down there, especially when I could see it affecting her so strongly. "Listen, Jaime, so far my favorite sexual act has been sucking dicks. If I like eating pussy even that much... Well, I just need to know. And now when I am feeling so grateful to you would be the perfect time for me to find out."

She spread her sexy muscled legs and scooted her butt to the edge of the couch, "Well, you better hurry 'cause I'm about to come on your hand."

I withdrew my hand and glanced at her breasts, Jaime noticed and grinned, "Later with my breasts, I'm about to come just from your looking at me."

Just looking at those spread muscular legs, those perfect curvy calves was so attractive. I knelt and clutched one leg and rubbed my breasts and pussy on it, and then I did the other leg while kissing her thighs. She raised her knees and I could even see the cute little rose of her asshole, not to mention that dark delta spread wide. I emitted a low moan. I was ready.

I lowered my head between her muscular thighs and spread her pussy with the flats of my hands, stopping a moment to look inside of her brick red slit. She had delicate petals much like mine inside, with fleshy outer lips, a rough-edged hole for a vagina and a cute little pearl of a clit barely peeking out of its little hood. She was very wet, and I could see a clear drop of her moisture trickle down over her light brown pucker of her asshole. Suddenly I thought that licking that cute little asshole was the dirtiest most perverted thing I could do. So I stuck out my tongue and laved that little drop around that pucker and gently eased the tip of my tongue inside.

"Oh!" cried Jaime, raising her knees even higher to raise her asshole, and I pushed my tongue as far in as I could, then began easing it in and out of her asshole over and over. Jaime cried out again, and I had to do it some more. She was getting very excited and breathing hard, and I felt very pleased at being the cause of all that, in fact, my pleasing her was turning me on quite a lot, maybe even more than ever before. Then I suddenly started licking all over in her pussy, practically trying to push my face in. I pierced her ass with my tongue again and pushed my nose as deep as it would go into her vagina. I think she was already starting to come before I started licking and sucking at her clit.

Like mine, her orgasm seemed to go on a long time and it did seem to extend quite a bit when I began taking my fingers out of her vagina and easing them up her ass. And maybe she was right about my oozing more fluid when I came, because she sure did. And she was right about it being clear and a bit sweet. I swallowed all of it I could get. She was still shaking and trembling, her hips giving little lurches when she gently pushed me away from her groin area. So that is when I took my pleasure with her nipples, sucking on them and kneading her breasts with my hands while her breathing slowly returned to almost normal. 

"Well?" she panted, "How do you feel about eating pussy?"

I eased up beside her and put my arm around her, "I like it even better than sucking dick. And I loved eating your pussy, and I loved tongue-fucking your sweet bottom. I even think it would be nice to lick your armpits." She chuckled and raised an arm. I gave it a lick or two and made a face, "I think I would really like that if you would just wash the deodorant off – that tastes terrible."

She giggled, and I explained about my religious upbringing and sexual lure I had for anything that seemed dirty or perverted, and then I said, "So that's all part of it, but I really enjoyed making you feel good. It empowered me or something." We just kissed a couple of minutes and when it started to heat up a little, Jaime put her hand flat on my chest.

"So, was it as scary as you thought it would be?" Jaime looked at me quizzically. Obviously she wanted to talk. I took a deep breath and told myself to slow down. 

"Not really," I answered, trying to think over the pounding of my heart, "Kissing your legs in the kitchen got me going really hard. By the time you kissed the wet spot on my shorts, I was ready to jerk off my pants and fuck you in the face."

"Which you did very nicely," chuckled Jaime. "I enjoy sex with boys, and I mean a lot, but I have to tell you, Karen. It was more fun with you, a lot more fun." Her expression sobered, "I don't really know what that means, or what is happening to me. I still can't stop thinking about Elizabeth and Claire and how much I would love to watch them. Does that sound crazy to you?"

"No," I reassured her, "I feel just like you do. I still like boys but I think I might like girls better. We just had the best sex I ever had, and I've been thinking about Claire and Elizabeth, too. And that Myra, I don't know what to think about her." Jaime's eyebrows shot up, so I explained about Myra and her shaved pussy, "And I get the feeling that she was making well, not so much a pass as a proposition, you know?"

"Mmm," sighed Jaime with a faraway look, "That smooth pussy does sound kind of interesting. I mean you have to wonder what it would be like to kiss it, maybe almost like kissing a mouth." She glanced at me and we both giggled, "Well, I mean a mouth without a beard." Then we both had a laugh.

I ran my fingertips through her pubic hair, "I don't know if I would want you to shave, your dark hair is so pretty and so soft, not crinkly like mine."

Jaime shrugged, "But didn't a couple come loose in your mouth?"

I smiled, "Yes, but I swallowed them with pleasure."

She smiled back, "I swallowed yours too. And your pubic hair is definitely too pretty to shave." Then she got a serious look again, "You know, Karen. I think I may even love you, but that still doesn't mean I wouldn't dearly love to watch Claire and Elizabeth. Do you think that would make you jealous if I somehow managed to do that?"

I sighed, "How could it? I'd like to watch them, too. Even if I did feel a twinge, I know that lust would put me over the top. What about you? Would you be jealous if I had Myra over for the night sometime?"

Jaime shrugged, "Probably, and insanely so, but if you told me every detail, while I was like, licking your pussy? Like you said, lust would put me over the top." She glanced at the clock on the wall and I followed her look. It was just 7:50 pm. She looked at me with a broad smile, and I knew what she had in mind, but I let her say it, "I wouldn't feel jealous at all, if she came over and we seduced her together."

I felt the excitement of anticipation in the pit of my stomach, "Maybe tomorrow night we could invite Elizabeth and Claire over for an intimate little party."

"This could be the wildest weekend of our lives," quipped Jaime softly.

"So you know Myra?" I mean here Jaime was, suggesting we have this other girl over and seduce her, and I didn't even know if Jaime knew her.

"Yeah, she's in my English class, that is, if you are talking about Myra Webster. It's the only Myra I know." Jaime spoke calmly, but I could see the eagerness in her eyes. "Why don't we call her, then take a quick shower, and you might want to plan your sex clothes a little more carefully this time."

"You can go on up, and feel free to poke around in my closet in case you want to change, too." I told her, reaching for the phone book. We were both still naked and sweaty after my first time having sex with another girl. It had been Jaime's first time, too, and here we were sitting around naked and completely casual about it. It was a nice feeling. I picked up the phone.

"Hi, Myra. It's Karen. I'm glad I caught you at home, being it's Friday night and all." I hesitated, "You know, Karen from gym class? We also had the same home room last semester."

I heard Myra chuckle, "You know I couldn't forget who you are, Karen. You make a very strong impression." I had never realized what a throaty timbre Myra's voice had, until I heard her speak for the first time on a phone, then she continued, "But I do have a date coming around in about an hour. What's up?"

"Ohhh," I groaned, feeling the disappointment I was expressing, "I'm sorry to hear that. It's nothing really up. Do you know Jaime Hempstead? She's in your English class?" Myra said she did, so I explained further, "We were just having a little party, the two of us, and I thought you might like to join us. But if you have a date..."

Myra was silent a few seconds, then said, "Dates are common enough. Are we by any chance talking about what I am so curious about, and about what you are almost curious about? Have you been thinking about that, Karen?"

I swallowed, "Uh, yes. I have been thinking much more about it. Uhm, I guess you could just say that I sorta just started satisfying my curiosity in fact. I thought about you, and well, Jaime is curious about you, too." We were referring of course to when Myra had rather boldly told me in gym class that she was bi-curious. 

Myra was silent again for a few seconds, "Oh my." I heard her giggle, and then she said, "Gracious, Karen! You give one hell of an exciting phone call. Did you know that?"

"I still think you're very pretty, Myra." Referring of course to her smoothly shaved pussy, "And since you thought I was pretty, too, I just thought..."




Slumber Party Consequences



Myra cleared her throat, "It will take me a few minutes to break my date, and I'll be right over. What's your address?"

I gave it to her and my phone number as well, and she said, "Okay, guess I'll show up in about 20 to 30 minutes if that is all right?"

"Yes." I said and Myra hung up. I hurried upstairs for a quick shower.

Jaime put her tee-shirt back on, and I loaned her a pair of panties and a pair of terrycloth shorts. The shorts were so snug that even wearing panties, Jaime was displaying a slight camel toe. But the tiny, tight terrycloth shorts displayed her muscular legs to a degree that was practically lewd. I loved it and told Jaime so, and she said that was good enough for her. I chose a light cotton casual green dress, zipper in the back, the skirt about knee-length and with snug hips. I thought I looked sexy and Jaime whistled. I wore absolutely nothing underneath this time. For shoes I slipped on green heels, and Jaime went barefoot. We by no means matched, but we were trying for variety because we had no idea what Myra would wear. 

We had just enough time to microwave the pizza and pour 3 glasses of white wine when the doorbell rang. I left Jaime to set the dining room table and went to answer the door.

Myra strolled in wearing a dark blue blouse and matching skirt of a casual style that came to about 6 inches above her knees, but she was taller and longer legged than I and could get away with that length without showing panties every time she sits down. "Myra, you look stunning! Was that what you were going to wear on your date?"

"Yeah, dinner and a movie," she shrugged looking me over, "So you have some kind of runway model job later tonight?"

I laughed, kissed her cheek and led her to the dining room, "No, but without heels, my calves aren't even close to the same league as yours and Jaime's. I'm compensating."

Jaime set the wine glasses on the table and walked over to give Myra a peck on the cheek, one that Myra returned. Jaime complimented Jaime on her dress and Myra looked Jaime up and down. With a wry grin, Myra said, "Jaime if you stepped out the door looking like that, you'd be arrested in seconds if you weren't already gang-raped."

Jaime grinned, "I'm not stepping outside. I just wanted to look sexy for a couple of girlfriends."

Myra and I both said, "You do!" at the same time. We all had a little chuckle and sat down around the table. 

"Nothing fancy, just fuel," I said, "But if you haven't eaten you might need the energy."

Myra gave a little grin, "I'm starving; I was going out to dinner; remember?"

So we all ate pizza, drank some wine and chatted until Jaime suggested we take a fresh glass of wine to the living room where we could be more comfortable. Jaime was turning out to be a better hostess than me, but I'm sure there are many things she can do better than me. I'm sure she would be a better seductress since I had never done that. After all, with boys, all you have to do is be there.

Jaime and I sat on the ends of the sofa and Myra sat in the middle. Since it was a crescent shaped sofa, we could all still see each other. Myra glanced back and forth between me and Jaime then asked me, "Did you tell Jaime about our gym conversations?"

"Yes," I said feeling suddenly like I'd been indiscreet, "But I can vouch for Jaime's discretion, but I hope it doesn't hurt your feelings. I also mentioned your lovely shaved pussy to her, but that didn't really seem like a secret. I think everyone in our gym class has seen it."

"No," Myra smiled, "It's just that I had acted a little on the mysterious side with you and I feel like I owe something of an explanation." She took a sip of wine and set the glass on the coffee table, "I didn't shave myself. I spent a lot of time and money on laser treatments, thus I don't have redness, rashes or blemishes commonly associated with shaving down there. And that's not to mention constantly re-emerging itchy stubble. After all that trouble, I mean think of a tattoo, you kind of want to get some feedback, you know?"

Jaime interjected cheerfully, "That's perfectly understandable. I've heard that some women after breast enhancements tend to show them to practically everybody!"

"The fact that you said it was pretty, even though I know you were only being polite," Myra went on, "made me feel really good, and a little thrilled, you know? So I confess that when I showed it to you the second time, there was definitely an exhibitionist element. I was getting off to the look on your face when you looked at me. Thanks very much for that, by the way."

"I wasn't totally just being polite. I was puzzled at first, but I really do think you're very pretty." I smiled. "All over. And beautiful between your legs." I was really getting off on talking about her pussy – I felt like such a perv – and that made my own pussy tingle.

"Okay," declared Jaime setting her wine glass on the coffee table, "Now I am really starting to feel left out, Myra. Won't you please show it to me like you did to Karen?"

"Well, the furniture arrangement is different," said Myra standing, "So you will have to put up with a little closer look." Then she stepped in front of Jaime, propped her left foot on the sofa besides Jaime and raised her skirt to her waist. While I could only get a rather magnificent view of Myra's left leg and thigh, it was obvious from Jaime's face that she was totally rapt and interested. And I was quite intrigued by the fact that Myra had evidently not worn panties.

"Oh yes," murmured Jaime, "It is beautiful." Myra visibly flinched when Jaime raised her hand to touch her, but stood there a moment longer while Jaime added, "Smooth as a baby's bottom and lot's more interesting."

Myra chuckled and lowered her dress and reseated herself in the middle. She was blushing pretty red. Jaime apologized, "I know, I shouldn't have touched your vulva, but honestly, it is really lovely."

Myra turned even redder, "That's okay; you just caught me by surprise, that's all."

"Hey," Jaime shrugged, "Something that lovely, that close, you're lucky I didn't kiss it!"

Myra tossed her smooth dark hair as if trying to recover her aplomb, "Well, Jaime, I might just give you that opportunity sometime, so be careful what you say." She was grinning but her blush was receding, "And thank you both. After going to all that trouble, you two have definitely made me feel vindicated in my decision to get the laser treatments. It took about four you know, every few months, and that laser stings!"

She glanced at me; "You said you have been satisfying your curiosity over the phone. So may I take it you two have been making out or something?"

Now I blushed, "You're very direct, Myra," but I moved closer to her and put my hand on her arm to let her know I wasn't offended, then I went on, "I've been learning a number of things, like, I thought I was a good kisser until Jaime showed me that kissing a woman can be a very pleasant experience. Would you mind if I kissed you? Just to show you how much I have learned of course."

God, I know that was weak. Jaime was the real seductress, and I had no idea I had decided to take on that role – me and my impulses. But Myra just smiled, so I leaned close and kissed her, just one of Jaime's friendly gentle pressing together of the lips, prolonged much longer than just friendly. Then hoping she would follow my lead, I allowed my lips to part slightly and ran the tip of my tongue to the edge of her lips. She responded by letting my tongue barely touch hers, and we kept that up for a minute, until my heart was pounding and I hoped hers was too. 

I pulled back and smiled, "I'm no where as good as Jaime, but I am learning." Myra slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.

"That was really sweet, Karen." She gave me a little smile, "I wouldn't mind some more of that." That gave me a thrill, but Jaime was already putting an arm around Myra. Jaime kissed her two or three of the brief friendly kisses.

"Watching girls kiss really turns me on," whispered Jaime, then she gave Myra one of her special long slow kisses. And she was right about that being nice to watch. I thought it was beautiful watching them kiss each other, and it went on and on. I moved closer again and brushed aside Myra's long soft hair and gave her a kiss on the neck. Myra moaned from my kissing her neck, and I could see her kiss with Jaime was becoming a great deal more passionate and lusty with a lot of tongue action. Myra slid one arm around Jaime's waist and put her other arm around my neck.

Myra broke her kiss with Jaime suddenly, and practically panting she said, "Ok, let me watch you two kiss." Jaime and I put our outer arms around each other so that we were all hugging in a circle and Jaime and I began kissing each other. Myra kissed both our cheeks and whispered, "Oh yes, it is quite sexy watching girls kissing. If you two were planning to seduce me, you're both doing a great job!"

I turned my head and started kissing Myra again using my tongue vigorously to explore her mouth. Jaime began unbuttoning Myra's blouse while kissing Myra's neck. I ran my right hand up her leg and caressed her thigh. Jaime had her blouse opened in short order and began kissing one of Myra's breasts. I lowered my head and kissed her other one. She had puffy aureoles and flat little nipples that with just a little sucking grew out nearly an inch to be just about the longest nipples I had ever seen. She moaned while we sucked her breasts then panted, "Oh my! You girls are making me very hot. Could we just slow it down just a little? I'm feeling kind of overwhelmed."

"Of course," I murmured, raising my head from her breast and giving her a kiss on the cheek, then I sat back a little to calm my breathing a bit. 

Jaime sat back too, rubbing her own thighs, "I'm so sorry, Myra, I guess I was just enjoying your kissing to much, and I got carried away."

"You don't need to be sorry, either of you," said Myra looking close to tears, "It's me that should be sorry. I just start feeling panicky when I feel totally out of control, and I don't know... Now I sound stupid." She swallowed and peeled her blouse completely off. Her long nipples were still sticking way out from her puffy aureoles. "Come on girls, let's take our tops off and play with each other's breasts a little. How's that? I am really having fun, I just want to go slow enough to appreciate everything."

Of course Jaime pulled her tee-shirt up over her head right away, but I hesitated. "Myra," I said softly, "My dress is one piece and I'm not wearing anything under it." I could feel my face getting red but I simply couldn't comply without being completely naked and I didn't want to panic her by getting nude too fast. I was trapped in a conundrum and my mind was totally not working at all.

Jaime was rubbing her own breasts, but she was looking at Myra's, "Just let Myra unzip your dress, dear, then you can let the top fall to your waist." That was sensible, so I turned my back to Myra and felt her unzip me. I turned around and both other girls were looking at my breasts. Myra smiled, "I've seen them before, but I never get tired of looking at you, Karen." Myra reached out and put one hand on my breast and her other hand on one of Jaime's. "And you should both touch mine, too." She added with a smile.

I put one hand on Myra's right breast and my other hand on Jaime's left breast. Jaime put her left hand on my right and now we were all touching each other's breasts. It felt a little weird and kinky, like a porn movie or something, but it was definitely nice, and I was enjoying it. If Myra needed to feel in control, that was okay with me, and I could see that Jaime was fine with it, too.

"So how far have you gone," asked Myra while she was more and more obviously enjoying the breast fondling, both giving and receiving. Jaime actually blushed a little, so I answered, feeling my own face heat up a little as I said it.

"All the way, Myra, and while I respect your being in control, I'm getting really horny. How about if one of us went down on the other in front of you, and you can pick who does what to whom. Would you like that?"

Myra took her hand off my breast and put it on the back of my neck to pull me close, and she kissed me, slipping her tongue underneath mine to lick me, "I would love that, Karen," she murmured, "I'd love it if you would take off Jaime's shorts and go down on her in front of me."

"And you already know how I would feel about it," quipped Jaime, who stood up in front of Myra, while I pulled down her shorts from behind. After I pulled her shorts over her feet, I pulled down her panties. Jaime sat back down very close to Myra and put one arm around her while spreading her long sexy legs for me. I left my dress around my waist and knelt in between Jaime's thighs. I spread her dark-furred bush and began kissing up and down the slit, giving her little licks between kisses, and then I stuck my tongue up her vagina and wriggled my head a little. Jaime moaned and gave me a little hug with her knees.

I glanced up and Myra was watching what I was doing raptly. "You can get a closer look, if you want." I said between licks. Myra bent over and rested her face on Jaime's thigh Just inches from my face. I began licking and kissing on Jaime's clit, which made her gasp and her hips twitched a little. After a few more licks I slipped a couple of fingers in her moist vagina and began giving her slow strokes. I raised my face from her clit for a moment to kiss Myra. Myra kissed me back almost feverishly, sucking hard at my tongue and breathing heavily through her nose. I knew that she was tasting Jaime's pussy through my kiss and I enjoyed the thrill I was giving her.

I went back to sucking and licking Jaime's clit and her hips started moving, fucking at my face. Myra rose to kiss Jaime first on the mouth a few times then to suckle at her tits while Jaime's orgasm got into full swing. Jaime came while clutching my head to her pussy and holding Myra's head to her right breast. Then while Jaime recovered from her orgasm, Myra and I both kissed her breasts and thighs. "Thanks so much," Jaime sighed breathlessly, "That was great, two women loving on me. It's a treat that I think we all deserve. Who wants to be next?"

"I'd love it," I said, "but I'll let Myra choose."

"That's all right, Karen," said Myra, slipping off the bottom half of her dress, "I'd love it to be you, too." She stood and kicked her dress away from her feet, then I stood up and she pulled my dress down and off. Then she knelt at my feet and began kissing my reddish-brown fur and nuzzling me there. I sighed my acceptance and propped one leg on the couch to open myself to her, and used my right arm to steady myself on the back of the couch. I watched Myra spread my lips and take a good look inside me. I'd love to know what she saw. I've tried it with a hand mirror but that is just so distant.

Myra started kissing and licking me, and I felt Jaime using her fingers to spread the cheeks of my bottom. Jaime licked my asshole and I moaned. They pierced me with their tongues from both sides, and I moaned louder. This was wonderful beyond belief. It was hard not to fuck my hips at Myra's face but every time I did, it squeezed Jaime's tongue out. I rocked a little back and forth and Jaime found the rhythm. When Myra started to suck at my clit, I felt fingers in my vagina; and while I had no idea how many, my vagina was feeling really full. I expect both girls had fingers inside me. There was certainly a lot going on between my legs and it was driving me wildly towards a whirlpool of an orgasm, and driving me fast. I looked down at Myra's passionate worship in my reddish brown triangle, and I looked under my arm at Jaime's face in the cheeks of my bottom.

The coming was so powerful and lasted so long, I'm pretty sure I had more than one orgasm, maybe even four but I'm sure two or three. Finally I just collapsed on the couch, trying to catch my breath. Both girls were smoothing my sweaty body with their hands and kissing me all over. I just lay there limp and panting. "That was," I groaned hoarsely, "That was really wild." Myra gave me a long kiss that tasted like my pussy while caressing my breasts with her hands. Panting I asked her, "How do you like eating pussy, Myra?"

"You have such a sweet, wet pussy, Karen," She said between kisses, "And I didn't just like it. I think I loved doing that to you."

I had to go pee, and when I came back, I just rested a while, watching Jaime go down on Myra. It was a good show! Watching one girl go down on another with both of them obviously enjoying it was even prettier than watching girls kissing, especially with Myra's naked lips. The lips of her vulva were molded around Jaime's mouth, and the lips would bulge and move with Jaime's earnest manipulations inside the fleshy outer lips. Several times Jaime shook her head back and forth and Myra would moan her pleasure and pump her mound. When she finally started to come, I leaned over and sucked at Myra's long nipples while she went through a hip-bucking orgasm with her long legs wrapped around Jaime's neck. 

Then we all rested a while and drank a little more wine. Finally, looking at the clock, Myra said, "I have a tennis match in the morning, so I guess I had better go soon." She began gathering her clothes and slipping them on.

"I'm going upstairs to take another shower, if you don't mind, Karen." I told her to go ahead and I slipped my dress back on without the heels.

"I'll walk you to the door, Myra." I smiled and took her arm.

"Oh," questioned Myra and smiling impishly back, "Are you planning to kiss me goodnight?"

I stopped her near the door and gently pushed her back against the wall, "Yes," I said, "I'm going to give you a really good kiss goodnight." I kissed her, a long slow kiss until she was breathing as heavy as I was, then I murmured, "You just lean against the wall here, and I'll finish that kiss goodnight." I sank to my knees and raised her skirt to reveal her smooth pussy. I began to kiss it as best I could with her thighs closed. Then with a sigh, her heels clicked on the floor as she spread wide enough for me.

Kissing her pussy was divine, like kissing another mouth, her lips smooth and fleshy. At first I would take it all into my mouth then just enter her with my tongue. Myra braced herself with her hands against the wall, her legs spread wider, and her skirt dropped over my head. The position made her ass tight, but I managed to wriggle my tongue in there, too, which made Myra whimper softly. I explored the inside of her pussy which was really tiny inside, her clit was so close to her vagina that I knew this was a girl who could easily come from fucking, and she was delicious, with only a trace of woman smell. She hardly had any inner lips at all.

I began licking and kissing and sucking at her little clit and she groaned and clutched at my head with her thighs. Then she was coming, and pumping at my face so hard that it actually hurt a little, not that I minded that. I slipped my finger in her dripping vagina and then wriggled it up her ass. She let out a loud groan, fell back against the wall and grabbed my head with her hands and pulled my face tight against her pussy as she rubbed it up and down my face pretty violently, leaving me to take little gasps of air when I could. I loved every second of it as she ever so slowly quivered to a stop with just a few random twitches.

I took my head out from under her dress and kissed her again. "You know I had to do that before you left."

"Ohhh," she moaned, "Now I want to do you again and kissed me back.

"No, you go ahead and go, sweetie," I said between quick but very wet kisses, "I'm sure Jaime's going to take care of me again tonight. Maybe we can make a date some other time. Like, you could have me over next Friday night. Maybe Jaime can make it."




Slumber Party Consequences



"No," she whispered, "Just you and me together one night. You can come over the next night on Saturday. Next Friday night, I've been invited to Jaime's house – while you were in the bathroom, only, you will be invited, too."

I chuckled, "Well then I know how I am spending next weekend." I gave her one last quick kiss, "You better go, girl, or you're going to feel like shit on that tennis court."

Myra left and I got upstairs just as Jaime was getting ready to step out of the shower.

"Oh stay in, and you can wash me." Jaime grinned and opened the door for me. She had already turned the water off, and as soon as she shut the shower door, she turned the water back on.

While we soaped and lathered each other, Jaime asked me, "So, you didn't let Myra get away without having a taste of that smooth pussy, I hope?" I told her how I had eaten Myra's pussy with her up against the wall with my head under her dress, and how much I had enjoyed it. "That sounds really sexy," said Jaime, "Did she tell you that you and her are invited over to my house next Friday night?"

"Yes," I said as I soaped up Jaime's bottom and slipped a soapy finger inside, "And she invited me over to her house on Saturday night, but she just wanted me to come alone. Maybe I ought to not come over on Friday so you can be alone with her?"

"No way," Jaime shook her head, "Then I wouldn't get to see you all weekend, and while I think Myra is sexy. I really have the hots for you, Karen." She was soaping my pussy quite delightfully and a good deal more vigorously than necessary, "Don't worry, I'll find something to do Saturday night, maybe even date a boy. We do need to keep our cover you know. Kids can be so cruel."

We both rinsed off thoroughly and then dried each other off, occasionally kissing. We used the hair dryer to partially dry our hair, and then went off to my bedroom. I lay down naked on the bed and Jaime settled on top of me and started kissing me. After a few good kisses that were getting me stirred up again, Jaime said, "I know it's late and we're both a little tired, but do you think we could 69 a while? I want to make you come again."

"Maybe in the morning, Jaime. For now, let's just finger fuck each other and go to sleep, okay?"

Jaime grinned, "Cool, we haven't really done that yet, either, but no kissing. Let's just finger fuck each other and look at each other. Does that sound interesting?" I told her yes, so she rolled off of me and we lay on our sides facing each other a foot or so apart at our heads and inches apart at our waists. I had to use my left hand, but one of us had to, and it just worked out that way. It was interesting and growing more intensely erotic just looking at each other's faces and bodies, while our hands explored each other's pussies. We had cocked our knees for each other to have easy access, and I was really enjoying 'seeing' Jaime's pussy with my hand.

When we were close to orgasm, I just looked into Jaime's face and watched her face contort as her coming took over her body, then I was coming too and it was a real effort to keep my eyes open and watch the flush run down Jaime's pale neck and upper chest. The orgasmic blush made it about to her nipples and stayed there for a minute or so after she closed her legs and squeezed out my hand. Then I was finishing and she removed her hand.

"That was sexy, watching you come," said Jaime giving me a short but sweet kiss.

"Yeah, you too," I said. Then we just wrapped our arms and legs around each other in a tangle, and I at least, fell quickly asleep.

I was having a dream that I was on the beach, and the sand felt so good and warm under my feet. The ocean was blue and clear, and I felt such joy as I looked around at the crystal clarity of everything. The warm sand made me feel so sensuous, like a warmth spreading up through my legs to my groin where the need to pee just released itself, and warm pee ran down my thighs, feeling so wonderful. I peed and peed with a seemingly endless flow that felt more and more delightful. Gradually the dream receded and I blinked open my eyes and looked down at my body to see Jaime's pretty face wedged between by reddish brown thatch of fur.

I was already close to orgasm, and seeing her sweet face buried in my pussy the first thing in the morning was enough to start the tsunami rolling and twisting like a snake inside my body, undulating me on waves of bliss. It wasn't quite as powerful an orgasm as those I had last night, but it was sweeter and more soothing. It was the best way to wake up in the morning. I understood the dream better now, especially since I really did need to pee. "Good morning lover," I said to Jaime, "That was beautiful, and I'd love to return the favor, but if I don't go pee in the potty, I'm liable to pee in your mouth."

Jaime's face rose brightly and smiling from my groin. Her face was shiny with pussy juice, "I don't mind, but you'd have to wash the sheets."

"Eww," I said, swinging my right leg over her head and trotting to the bathroom. To my surprise, she followed me and stood right in front of me while I pissed out a little lake.

"Hurry, hurry, I'm next," she said leaning her weight on first one foot then the other.

"There are other bathrooms in this house," I giggled.

"Not with you in them," she responded.

I tapped myself dry with a bit of toilet paper and stood to let her take my seat. She quickly sat down, followed immediately by the sound of a cow pissing on a flat rock.

"So," I asked idly, "Just how in heaven's name are you going to get Elizabeth and Claire to come over here tonight."

Jaime shrugged, "Don't worry, I can handle it. If they aren't open to an intimate little party, I'll bribe them with something, and if all else fails, I'll use blackmail."

"I don't know," I definitely didn't think that was such a good idea.

"Relax," she said, wiping herself, "It wouldn't be anything crude, but if necessary, I might just mention that we saw them and would love to talk to them about it."

"Well," I said wryly, "Do your very absolute best to avoid that extreme. In fact, just don't do it. Please!"

"Okay," she chuckled, "But it is my big hard-on, and I will make it happen. You'll see."

She stood up and put her hands on my shoulders, "Now let's go back to bed and try the sixty-nine thing."

At first, I was on bottom, which had certain advantages. For one thing, I had such a magnificent view of Jaime's pussy and bottom, both of which I kissed and licked enthusiastically including a deep probing of Jaime's pretty light brown pucker. At the same time, I could feel my breasts pressing against her belly and her breasts pressed against my abdomen which a wonderfully intimate feeling. Jaime mirrored my tongue actions so that when I was sticking my tongue in her bottom, she was entering my bottom with her tongue, with my legs crossed behind her head – which was all so wonderfully intimate and sexy and felt so delicious in so many places.

On the other hand, being on bottom was a disadvantage with Jaime's long thighs, I had to hold my head up really high to get to her goodies, mostly lifting myself with my arms wrapped around her hips. Finally, I bunched up a pillow behind my head and that helped some, and then she spread her thighs even wider – which helped even more. Then we reversed and I was on top. This was nice in that it allowed me to rub my pussy more against Jaime's face, although my head was kinda upside down. Finally we tried it on our sides, which I liked the best and we both came together, hugging each other's hips to our faces. The orgasm was incredible and multiple for both of us because neither of us wanted to stop licking and sucking at the other's clit. 

We squirmed and writhed most awesomely until we were both covered with sweat and drenched with pussy juice, both our faces a little numb from being pounded by fucking each other's faces repeatedly. It was the most intense and intimate sex I had experienced so far, and I was sure that this was something I would probably want to do with every girl I made love with. "I love this 69 business," I murmured into Jaime's pussy, and then felt her murmured agreement into my own groin. Finally we untangled and went back to the bathroom.

I had to insist we shit in different bathrooms, or Jaime would have stood and watched me. I just wasn't ready for anyone to be around me while I stink. But we met back up and showered together before going downstairs to cook breakfast.

While I cooked breakfast, I listened to Jaime on the phone, and while Elizabeth took some convincing, Jaime only made promises of a good time, some wine and some old fashioned fun. Then she called Claire, who apparently readily agreed to come over. Jaime had arranged for both of them to show up at four o'clock. 

"Why was Elizabeth more reluctant?" I asked, having missed parts of what Jaime had said due to noises I had been making with the pans.

"Oh, she just had to break a date, and she seemed a little unsure of what to expect."

"Really?" I said, "She said that?"

"Well, no. What she said was that Vernon was very handsome, and she had hoped he would be a fun date," Jaime grinned, "So I told her, don't worry about it, she would have some old fashioned fun if she came over here. She got quiet a moment and then she agreed to come over since Claire would be here. Oh, and she prefers to be called Liz, not Elizabeth."

"I can't believe she broke a date to come over."

"Well she did. Claire on the other hand was happy to come," Jaime shrugged, "I don't know her very well, but from my observations and things I've heard her say, I suspect she is a serious sex-addict, at least, she acts very worldly. Just my kind of girl!" Jaime laughed at her own joke. "Liz, on the other hand, is a bit a shy, and I think a little lonely. Not that she would have to be if she wasn't shy. She's certainly sexy enough."

I agreed with that. "Well, we have some grocery shopping and some finagling to do if we're having a party here tonight. I'll call Greg and get him to get us some vodka and we can pick up some orange juice at the grocery."

Jaime chuckled, "He's the guy who buys minor girls booze for blowjobs? I wish the drinking age was 18 instead of 21 in this state."

"Yep," I sighed, "He's a nice enough guy though and has a nice dick. I don't suppose you'd like to help with that?"

"Why not?" smiled Jaime, "I'll lick his balls while you slurp, or we can switch out every few minutes until he comes."

"It usually doesn't take anytime at all if I take my blouse off."

"Then I'll take my pants off, and we'll be out of there fast."

"Hmph," I grunted, "Okay, but I don't want to spoil him and drive the price of liquor up."

We both had a laugh and went about our errands. We got home about one o'clock, boiled some shrimp and made some guacamole and put them in the fridge to chill, along with some of Jaime's custom made cocktail sauce. Then we pre-mixed a pitcher of screwdrivers and by 3:45 we were set, showered and ready to party. Liz was the first to arrive around 3:55 and Claire showed up ten minutes later. Jaime served everyone a small screwdriver and we settled in the living room to talk.

Liz is about my height, which is 5 foot six, as opposed to Jaime's five foot eight. Liz is a truly lovely natural redhead with the obligatory freckles and hazel eyes that were more green than brown. She had medium-sized breasts and a face that reminds me of Julianne Moore with high cheekbones, an almost pointed yet rounded chin, nice smile dimples and pouty lips. She wore a kind of sundress with yellow flowers on it with yellow sneakers. Her freckled legs were divinely shaped with nice calves and might have been Jaime's runner-up for the sexiest legs in school. Jaime was wearing the terrycloth shorts and tee-shirt, and I was wearing my green dress again. We had decided – why change a winning combination?

Claire was short, about 5 foot three, almost stocky, or she would be, if it weren't for her narrow waist. As it was, she is so rounded with curves, she looks almost plump even with no fat on her. Indeed she had pretty nice muscles, especially in her legs, which showed because of her blue-jean miniskirt and tank top combo. She had light yellow-blond hair and judging by the matching eyebrows was a true blond. Her face was plain but pretty and enhanced by cupid-bow lips and big blue eyes. Claire was stunningly beautiful when she smiled. She also had fairly large breasts for her size, and white even teeth. She wore sneakers like Liz, but hers were pink. Her blue eyes darted around nervously and I noticed roamed freely over everyone's bodies, pretty much over and over. I liked that.

Jaime and I were sitting on the two ends of the couch, with Liz sitting in a chair across from my end and Claire sitting in a chair across from Jaime. The coffee table was centered between us all. After a little small talk, Jaime cleared her throat and raised her glass to signal for attention, "Thank you Liz and Claire for coming, and you are both very welcome to our little party. We have drink, food, DVD's, music and pretty much anything we could need, but in particular, we wanted to invite you two as sort of a reunion of last weeks slumber party."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Liz with a nervous giggle and turning pink. "Why us?" Claire looked curious but calm enough despite her roaming eyes.

"Simply this, I had never had any sexual encounters with a girl before," began Jaime equably, "And at the slumber party as it was getting late, and I started putting the moves on my friend Karen here. I was doing pretty well with it until..."

"What Jaime means," I interrupted, "Is that a slumber party wasn't a great place for sex because I was so nervous, so afraid of being seen or overheard. Since then, Jaime and I have been having some serious fun so far this weekend, and we thought you both might enjoy a quiet, safe place to relax and have some fun, too."

"To be blunt about it," Jaime said, giving me a dirty look for interrupting her, "We noticed you two, and I got so turned on by you two doing the same thing we were doing at the slumber party, that I have had a fantasy about having you both over ever since. I would like to watch you two make out."

Liz was very red, "This is so embarrassing. We didn't do much, and I didn't think anyone else was awake."

"Get a grip, Liz," Claire said in a surprisingly gentle voice, "These girls are telling us that they even like us for what we were doing. No one is looking down on you. And they are giving us a chance to have some real fun without worrying about it. So, let's stay and have a good time."

"Sure, I guess so," said Liz with a nervous little smile, "But that was the first time I've ever done anything like that, and I'm not sure that..."

"Liz, no one is going to make you do anything you don't absolutely want to do," said Jaime. "Besides, I think you are really cute." Liz answered the compliment with a tentative smile.

I chimed in again, "It was a first for me, too, at the slumber party. But I enjoyed it so much that I invited Jaime over this weekend, and I'm very glad I did." Jaime smiled at me and blew me a kiss. It was a little conspicuous that Claire didn't say it was her first time at the slumber party, now that the other three of us had said that.

Claire glanced over at me and asked, "Is it okay if I smoke in here?"

I shook my head, "Not unless you want my parents to crucify me, but if you'll use the backyard, I'll be glad to keep you company."

Claire nodded and we stood up and I led her to the back door. We had an extensive covered patio, and I sat an ashtray on a side table by a lounge chair. I sat in a lawn chair beside the lounge chair and twisted it to face Claire who adjusted the lounge chair as upright as it would go and sat down in it. It still left her leaning back a bit, and I was enjoying the view of her tanned legs, and trying not to too obviously look up her blue-jean miniskirt. She had shaved her legs up to mid-thigh, and even though we weren't in direct sunlight, I could easily see the fine blond hairs on her upper thigh.

"You're looking at my legs and wondering something about me. I like the way you look at me like you are hungry or something." She said this calmly while looking at me with her bright blue eyes. Her light blond hair was very fine and hung straight down, stopping a few inches past her shoulders. "But if you have any questions, you only have to ask. I am frequently criticized for my directness."

"I envy that. Jaime's that way, too, while I am always wondering what to say. And I wonder about everything about you. Perhaps it would be easier if you want to ask me anything?"

"So you never really thought about girls that way before Jaime, how did she put it? Put the move on you?"

I grinned, "Frankly, I was shocked that I was enjoying it when she kissed me. I felt very uneasy about that, but I have been looking at girls differently for a week now."

"I mostly just look at it as sex," said Claire with a little shrug of her tanned shoulders, "I enjoy sex with guys, but I get more turned on when I have sex with a female. I guess it's because I like female bodies better. And it is nice about not having to worry about rubbers and whether or not they are working. Like right now, I can almost see all the way up your skirt, and it's hard not to stare. I've been very attracted to you a long time actually. I was just afraid you were unapproachable. Would you mind spreading your legs a little and giving me a peek?"

I spread my knees and her eyes locked on to my red/brown mound area. I wasn't wearing panties, so I knew she was getting a good view. What was surprising to me was the flutter of arousal in my abdomen and how much I was enjoying her looking at me between my legs. It was nice being treated as a sex object by another girl, I felt. I wondered at the 'hunger' she had seen in my eyes because I could certainly see it in hers now. After letting her look a while, I asked, "Would you mind if I got a nice look up your skirt?"

She grinned and her lovely dimples suddenly made her radiate a sexually compelling beauty, "I would be an awful person if I said no, but to get a view like I'm getting, you'll have to take my panties off."

I wondered what kissing a smoker would be like because it made her seem so experienced, practically a 'bad girl' and that idea was really turning me on. I stood up and leaned over her and kissed her, trying to start softly, but she immediately licked into my mouth and practically snorted she started breathing so heavily. She moaned and put one arm around my neck, kissing me passionately and exploring my mouth with her tongue. She tasted of cigarettes and I found the flavor extremely stimulating and naughty. Suddenly she stopped and murmured, "Take my panties off now, please. You're making them wet."

I smiled at her blaming me and reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down over her pink sneakers. I lay the panties by the ashtray. I sat back down on the edge of my lawn chair and scooted it so close my knees were touching the lounge chair. I leaned over her and pulled her skirt up to her waist and she raised her bottom to make it easier for me. She put out her cigarette, and said, "I'll just light up another, so you can take your time getting a good look." Her voice was kind and generous like she was giving me a piece of pie.

And, oh my God, she was! Her blond pubic hair and pink slit were breathtakingly lovely. She raised her knees and spread her thighs for me and the slit opened a little revealing glistening pink flesh inside. I leaned closer and spread her lips even wider to get a better look. Her pussy looked similar to Jaime's except for the pink coloring; delicate inner petals, hooded clit with the tiny head barely visible, but her vagina was not so much a jagged or irregularly shaped hole as it was a lovely oval. I couldn't resist and arced my neck and gave her a slow French kiss inside the slit, avoiding her clit. Claire was delicious!




Slumber Party Consequences



I straightened and cleared my throat, "Sorry, I just couldn't resist. You have such a beautiful pussy! I should think anyone who saw that would want to do the same thing. Do you have much experience with girls?"

I finally looked at her face and she was blushing. She took a quick puff on her cigarette, and even though she had only barely started it, she stubbed it out. When she spoke her voice was husky, "Not a lot really, you are the first one to kiss me down there. And I can tell you, that was quite a rush, and I sure wasn't expecting it. But thanks very much, by the way."

I could feel myself turning red, "Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have..."

Claire took a deep breath that swelled her breasts nicely, "No, I mean it. That was probably the single most exciting thing that ever happened to me, and you just did it!"

She looked into my eyes with obvious yearning, so I leaned over and kissed her. This time she kissed me gently back, then breathed, "Thank you so much! I'm sorry I am so wet down there. I'm afraid I kind of gush when I'm really excited." I looked between her legs and there were actually several drops of moisture on the chair at the base of her slit."

"Oh," I sighed, "That turns me on so much. I've only been at this for less than 24 hours and I already have learned to love pussy juice. But you were telling me..."

She smiled and pulled down her skirt bringing her legs together, "I have to be a little more modest or I won't be able to think. Just three girls, and the farthest I've gone with any of them was to make out and feel each other up to orgasm. And some humping, too – that's almost as good as fucking, or maybe it's even better. The look you just gave me up your dress was the best look I've gotten at another girl's pussy. And thanks for that, too. I think you are beautiful down there, too. I guess I just pretend to be a little more experienced than I really am – part of my image, you know. But I really want to be more experienced, I really, really do."

"Would you like to kiss my pussy?" I asked, "I mean you don't have to, but I sure enjoyed giving yours a kiss. I take it from what you said that you have never kissed a girl there."

"No, but I have sure thought about it a lot when I beat off, so yes, please. Let me kiss it." She sat up and swung her legs toward me. I stood and raised my dress. To spread myself for her, I put one foot on the lounge chair a little behind her. She opened me with her fingers and looked at my pussy a moment.

"Take your time, and get a good look," I urged, "Partly because I know you want to, but partly because it helps to know what your doing. Like try and stay away from my clit, unless you plan to finish the job right here and now." I said this half jokingly, and a glance of her blue eyes up into mine told me that she understood that I really wouldn't appreciate teasing. She looked a little longer, moving her fingers inside me a bit, the better to look around. Then she slowly leaned forward, closed her eyes and gave me a long slow kiss, kissing me like a lover, slowly licking in and around in my vagina.

It felt so wonderful, and I didn't want it to stop, but she finally did. She looked up at me, her blue eyes wide and moist. She stood and whispered, "Thanks so much, and I am ready to finish the job now if you'll let me."

I kissed her again, slowly and sweetly, both of us savoring the delicate female smells on each other's mouth, then I said, "We'll definitely get to that, but if we stay out here any longer, it might start seeming anti-social."

We walked in, holding hands with her panties wadded up between our hands. Back in the living room, we found Jaime and Liz both on the couch kissing each other with Jaime's hand up Liz's dress. "I guess you didn't have to worry about being anti-social," murmured Claire with a smile. Even though she said it quietly, the couple on the couch heard and Liz immediately pulled back, turning red and trying to control her heavy breathing by taking slow deep breaths. Claire sat by Liz in the middle and I sat at the far end by Claire. Claire tossed her panties on the coffee table, which widened Liz's lovely green eyes.

"Yeah," said Claire with a big dimpled grin, "We were being even naughtier than you two were." Before Liz could respond or deny anything, Claire slipped an arm around Liz's shoulder and gave her a long slow kiss. Slowly Liz began to respond a little, raising her arm as if to put it around Claire then slowly dropping it back into her lap.

I tapped Claire on the shoulder and said, "Hey I don't want to be the only one here that hasn't kissed Liz." Everyone giggled and I walked over and swapped couch ends with Jaime. Jaime and Claire immediately embraced and I let Liz watch a minute before saying anything, then I whispered to her, "It's pretty watching them kiss, isn't it?"

She turned her head to face me, "Yes, I do think it's pretty," she whispered back, "but aren't you embarrassed to carry on so in front of others?"

I gave her a soft but dry kiss. She had sweetly kissable pouty lips, and her freckles warmed her face wonderfully. I kept my whisper as soft as hers, "All the people in this room love each other, Liz. We may not be in love like married couples, but we do love and respect each other, and nothing that happens here will ever be told elsewhere. You don't have to, but you are free to let yourself go."

Liz looked a little startled, "So I can do whatever I want?" I nodded and she leaned so close that when she whispered, her lips brushed mine, "Would you mind if we sat on the floor right in front of them and watched them a while?"

"That sounds like a lot of fun," I licked her lips with a quick dart of my tongue, "Maybe if we get kinda turned on, it would be okay to touch each other while we watch?"

"Yes," she breathed in a whisper, then gave me a really sexy and very wet kiss, "I think I'm beginning to understand what you meant. I think I love you for going along with a silly girl, Karen."

"I think you are terrifically sexy, and not at all silly. Come on," I stood and led her by hand down the couch where I pulled the coffee table back and we sat right at the feet of the other couple. I sat with my left leg behind Liz and she sat cross-legged. Jaime and Claire were kissing passionately and feeling each other's breasts. They noticed us sitting there, Jaime gave us a wink, and Claire responded by spreading her legs a bit, enough that Liz and I could see some of Claire's lovely blond pussy.

Liz sucked in a little air at the sight, but didn't look away. I cuddled closer to her, pressing my pussy to her butt, and she leaned back a bit against me. I kissed her cheek and she turned her head and gave me a slow, warm French kiss. Then she turned her head back to watch, and I could see that her eyes lingered repeatedly up Claire's skirt. Jaime pulled away from the kiss to whisper in Claire's ear and she responded with a nod. Jaime pulled Claire's tank top over her head and tossed it aside, right on Liz's crossed freckled legs in fact. Liz just set it aside, goggling at Claire's lovely tanned breasts. Obviously, Claire sunbathed sans bikini.

Her nipples were a medium pink with flattened tops like pencil erasers and swelled nicely as Jaime briefly kissed one then the other. They were beautiful breasts and I suspect Liz thought so too since her breathing stopped and her lips parted when Jaime kissed them. I reached between Liz's legs and cupped her panties with my hand. She gave a nearly inaudible moan and leaned harder against me, but she didn't take her eyes off the couple in front of us. I whispered softly directly into her ear, "Isn't it beautiful when Jaime kisses Claire's breasts?" She nodded slightly, her eyes still in front of her and still glancing occasionally under Claire's dress. I gave her mound a squeeze and she moaned a little louder this time.

Claire slipped Jaime's tee-shirt over the brunette's head and began to kiss Jaime's breasts, stopping to suckle each one for a minute or two. Liz followed this avidly, her green eyes open wide. I leaned close to whisper in her ear again, "Jaime has the sexiest legs, don't you think? I'm sure neither Jaime or Claire would mind if we touched their legs and stroked them a bit."

Liz reached out and gently stroked Jaime's calf. As soon as Claire quit sucking at Jaime's nipples, Jaime bent over and gave Liz a wet kiss, then returned to kissing Claire, putting her hand first on the blonde's knee and stroking, then inching it higher and higher, massaging Claire's tanned thigh as she went. Liz squirmed against my hand, which was still cupping her panty-covered mound, and she quivered a little when Jaime's hand began to massage Claire's blond mound. Claire moaned, Liz echoed that moan as I gave her mound a little squeeze. I whispered in her ear again, "You could help Jaime out by pulling off her shorts."

Liz gave me a shocked look, then leaned forward as if she did it all the time and tugged on the edges of Jaime's shorts. Jaime didn't even stop kissing Claire; she just raised her butt a little so the shorts would slide down her legs. Once Liz pulled them over her feet, Jaime spread her legs giving us both a wonderful view of her dark-haired pussy. I raised my hand from Liz's lap and put my other arm around her and began to massage the redhead's breasts. Liz moaned and laid her head back and we kissed again, and this time for a long time. When she stopped kissing me we were both breathing a lot heavier and she whispered, "I need to take my panties off, so you can touch me there, please."

"Stand up," I whispered back, "and keep standing. Just keep watching them. They won't mind." Liz stood, if a little wobbly, and I reached under her dress and pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them as I pulled them over her sneakers and never once took her eyes off of Jaime and Claire who by now were both energetically exploring each other's pussies with their hands. I took off Liz's sneakers and then I rose to my knees behind Liz and ran both my hands up her legs, enjoying the smooth feel of her curvy muscles. Then while one hand stroked the full curves of her bottom, I used the other to cup her pussy which leaked a little fluid onto my palm when I squeezed her mound. Liz grunted and spread her legs a little wider.

I peeked around her hip and now Jaime had Claire stretched out on her back on the sofa and was just lowering her face to that lovely blond snatch. I hooked my thumb inside of Liz's vagina and gave her another squeeze with my other four fingers and palm. Liz moaned, braced her arms on her thighs and leaned forward to better see what Jaime's mouth was doing to Claire's pussy. I am sure she didn't realize what an opportunity that presented to me, but I sure took it. I ducked my head under the hem of her dress, slid my face between her bottom cheeks and gave her asshole a slow lick.

Liz cried out, "Oh my!" and other than one brief flinch that squeezed me out, she relaxed, as if she was willing to ignore me, although I suspect she had liked that lick up her bottom. I tested the waters by giving her another lick, and although she gasped, she didn't move or flinch this time, so I spread her cheeks with the fingers of my left hand. Enough light leaked through her cotton dress that I could clearly see her pale little pucker, and her red bush. I used my fingers to massage her clit, keeping my thumb hooked in her vagina. She moaned again and I began to tease her asshole with little licks and slight penetrations of her ass with my tongue. This time she groaned and shuddered.

I kept my manipulations working rhythmically and easing my tongue slowly deeper in her ass. Liz shook and trembled, moaning and grunting, then suddenly, she stepped away.

I watched as she sat on the couch by Claire's head, and after she spared a quick glance at Jaime eating Claire's lovely pussy, her eyes turned back to me. She stared into my eyes for a moment, her lips parted and panting, and then she licked her lips and slowly drew her skirt up to her hips and spread her knees. I stepped forward and knelt between her feet, looking at her bright orange-red pussy hair and spread the lips of her vulva. 

She was pale pink inside, and like Myra, had a smallish pussy with simple lines and vagina. She had a longish hood with no visible clit. I opened my mouth and molded my lips around the inside of her whole slit, then in a slow lick, I explored her vagina which was nice and juicy by now, then lapped the juice up over the hood. Liz groaned and with a little experimentation, I found the clit located about a third of the way up inside the slim hood, and concentrated my licks there. The effects were immediate. Her hips convulsed and her freckled legs clamped around me. She put her fingers in my hair and pulled me into her, humping at my face. This continued with her gasping and grunting until her face and neck turned dark red, then she slowly collapsed into limpness.

"Please stop," she murmured, "Come and kiss me." So I sat down beside and she gave me several hungry kisses, and I knew she was enjoying the smell of herself on my face. "I never came that hard before," she whispered between kisses, "And I can't believe what you did to my bottom!" She kept on kissing me while she ran a hand up between my legs and began exploring my pussy with her fingers.

"Did you like it?" I asked softly, enjoying her sweet little freckled hand very much as she found and began rubbing my clit.

"Oh yes," she said in a deeper voice, almost a growl, "I liked your licking my bottom as much as what you did to my pussy."

She began tugging at the hem of my dress, but I stopped her and whispered, "Watch Claire first, I think she's coming."

Liz turned away from me to watch Claire and I stood, pulling my whole dress over my head instead of messing with the zipper. I sat back down naked and watched Claire and Jaime too. I don't think Liz even noticed I was nude now. Jaime was still energetically eating Claire's blond pussy, and Claire had her fists bunched against her thighs and was quivering. Her lips were molded in what was almost a snarl and her eyes were shut tight. Slowly a flush spread from her face down over her breasts and her hips bucked hard three times before she melted into post coital bliss, her lips now parted and panting.

I reached behind Liz and pulled down the zipper of her dress. She stood and let the dress fall around her feet. Liz removed her own bra as I massaged her curvy, freckled legs. When she turned and I got a good look at her orange-furred pussy, I couldn't help it – I bent over and French kissed her between the legs. She let me go on for a few moments before she eased my head back and knelt between my legs. She took her time looking at me, spreading my lower lips with her fingers and shamelessly leaning over to smell of me. I was unprepared when she suddenly began kissing and licking my pussy passionately, almost violently. Her enthusiasm had no finesse, but her eagerness was quite stimulating enough. I spread my legs wide for her and she buried her face deeper into me. 

I knew I was oozing heavily, having been aroused for quite a while, but Liz certainly didn't seem to mind, in fact she seemed to be trying hard to shove her whole face into my pussy and wiggling it back and forth. Her intensity was almost frightening but it was also irresistible and I started to come, but as hard as I thrashed my hips, Liz rode me with her face, still nuzzling, licking and drinking out of me. When my orgasm wanted to subside, I tried pushing her away but she clung fiercely to my hips, still fucking my cunt with her face. I whooped and moaned until I started another orgasm. I had at least three before she finally released me and looked up with a shy smile.

Still smiling at me, she delicately inserted a finger into my vagina, then took it out and slipped it up my bottom. Then she arched her neck and began delicately but very rapidly flicking my clit with the tip of her tongue. When I came again, she was still fucking my ass with her finger. This time, she let me melt down and came crawling up my body to kiss my breasts. She sucked my breasts, occasionally kissing me while rubbing her pussy on my thigh. This became more intense for her and she was soon fucking my thigh energetically, her eyes closed and breathing through her mouth, her breasts swinging to and fro before my eyes.

With several deep grunts and powerful thrusts of her hips she began to orgasm, my thigh now very wet and smeared with her pussy juice. It was beautiful to watch her slim, freckled body writhe in orgasmic lust as she fucked my leg, her hands on my shoulders to support her. As her contortions of pleasure slowed, I took the opportunity to suckle her pale-pink nippled titties. She sighed and moaned, collapsing atop me, turning her head in time to watch Jaime coming in Claire's mouth. Jaime was leaning back on the end of the couch, her shapely legs draped over Claire's shoulders. We had an excellent view of Claire's pink asshole and the pink slash of her vertical slit prettily framed by blond fur.

I gave Liz a long slow kiss and whispered, "I have really, really loved making love to you Liz, but if you don't mind too much, I'd very much like to fuck your friend, next."

Liz's green eyes practically twinkled, "Karen, you have released some beast inside of me. I owe you so much that anything you want is okay with me, besides," She added with a little smile, "I was thinking how nice it would be kiss all over Jaime's amazing legs."

Jaime was sighing with a blissful look on her face as she ran her fingers through her own dark hair while Claire gave soft kisses to her belly. Liz climbed off me and walked over to Jaime and bent her head to give the brunette a lingering kiss, her hand wandering over Jaime's breasts. Claire, a little pink faced, looked over her shoulder to see what I was doing. She straightened and came to sit beside me, putting her arm around my shoulder, "I really enjoyed eating Jaime's pussy, and if you'll give me a minute to rest my tongue, I'd like to do you."

I stroked Claire's flat-topped pink nipples and hefted her heavy breasts in the palm of my left hand, "You just let that tongue rest sweetie, but do you think you could bend over again like you just were." I gave her a kiss then continued, "I really liked the view I was getting, and I think I would like to give my tongue a little exercise on your rear end." She was already breathing heavily from my touching her breasts, and she closed her eyes and gave a soft moan, probably picturing in her mind me eating her out from the rear.

"God yes," she murmured and knelt on the couch, her bottom facing me as it was before. In front of her was Liz leaning back on the couch her freckled legs spread with Jaime kneeling on the floor between them. Claire sucked on Liz's left nipple a minute before rising a little to kiss the redhead's mouth while Jaime nuzzled in Liz's red fur. I stroked Claire's lovely rounded bottom and her curvy calves for a couple of minutes before bending over to kiss Claire's pretty bottom cheeks. Then I kissed her calves and licked the backs of her thighs. I kissed and licked her everywhere but in the pussy and the crack of her ass.

Having felt like I had enjoyed the view long enough, I ran my tongue slowly from the top of her cheeks all the way down until it slid into her vagina. Claire had shuddered as my tongue crossed her asshole, but when it entered her vagina, she pushed back against me. I obeyed and pushed my tongue as far in her as I could. She was very wet, and I had her juices running down my chin in moments. I slurped up as much juice as I could and licked back up to her pink pucker and laved her asshole with pussy juice before beginning to give her bottom little pokes with my tongue. With each brief poke of my tongue, I slid deeper inside her ass with her hips wriggling at the pleasure I was giving Claire. Finally, I lowered my face to flick her clit with my tongue.