9 comments/ 124182 views/ 11 favorites Girl Talk By: obscured "So, tell me Sandy," Linda said, leaning across the coffee table and winking at her pal from the marketing department. "—And I want exact figures here—when was your last orgasm, and how much foreplay did Ken give you the last time you made love." Sandy burst into a quick fit of laughter. It was so typical of her sales associate pal to toss this kind of thing at her right as she took a sip of coffee. It was a game they played at their Sunday brunches together: the thick, dark-haired Linda loved it when coffee wound up running down her tall, blond friend's chin from the laughter. This time, Sandy was able to keep it all inside her mouth and swallow without choking, however. "Well," she said, wiping her chin just in case. "It hasn't been that great, as I've told you before. I'd have to say the last time he sent me over the edge was a month ago. As to the other question…" "Hang on, kid. I didn't ask when HE made you come, I asked when YOU came. A month ago, that's fine, but nothing since? On your own? Know what I mean?" "Linda!" "Come on. Spill. You can't have gone a whole month without anything. It isn't natural. Am I right?" Sandy took a deep breath then had a sip of coffee. "Tuesday." "A ha!" shouted Linda with a pound on the table. "When Tuesday?" "4 p.m." "Fingers or toys?" "You are so nosy! Fingers." "Good. Question answered. Now, about that foreplay?" "It was okay," Sandy said, shrugging. "But how much?" "I don't know, Linda. I didn't exactly have a stopwatch going." Linda responded with a nasty glare that demanded an answer. "Okay, okay," Sandy said, giving in to her friend again. "We had a little kissing, he grabbed my boobs for a bit. He fingered me until I was wet, then I was bent over and he was off to the races." "Pretty slim fare, if you ask me." "What was I supposed to do?" "Get to go to town, of course! You need a full helping of appetizers before he brings on the main course. When I make love, I get it and I give it for half the damn night. What's the longest he's ever kissed your tits—and don't give that 'I didn't have a stopwatch' crap, because I think you remember down to the second." Sandy blushed seriously. "About two minutes," she admitted. "That's hardly long enough to do any good at all." Linda slipped around the coffee table and sat next to her very surprised friend. "I mean," she said as she slipped her coat off and tossed it on the floor. "I'm sure the fondling is a good start, but even then, it takes a good amount of sucking before those nipples start to feel really good." Linda grabbed her friend's breasts quickly but firmly. "At least for me," Linda added with a grin. Sandy gripped Linda's wrists. "Watch the wall clock and tell me when these little soldiers are at attention," Linda ordered. She winked, then started a gentle stroking of Sandy's breasts. Sandy gasped, then blinked. Linda gave her an annoyed glance, then nodded toward the clock. "Yeah, okay," Sandy said, turning toward the clock and loosening her grip on Linda's wrists. Linda caressed Sandy's breasts with a steady circular pattern. After a couple of minutes, she felt Sandy take a deep breath and relax a little. "Yeah, they're getting hard, now," Sandy said a minute later. "Not getting hard," Linda said, taking both nipples between her fingers and squeezing them through the blouse and bra. "Let me know when they are really hard. I mean as aroused as you can remember them ever being." The clothes kept her from getting a good grip on the nipples, so she alternated between rubbing the material roughly over them and giving them pulsing squeezes. Finally, she gave one long, hard squeeze that elicited another gasp from Sandy. "That's pretty good," Sandy said. "Good and hard?" "Yeah. The, um, 'little soldiers' are at attention, Sergeant." Linda laughed and returned to the gentle stroking of Sandy's breasts. "How long did that take?" she asked. "Five minutes and fifty seconds." "See? I've already given your tits more attention than Ken does. Feel the difference?" "Oh yeah," Sandy said, looking Linda in the eye. Linda gave Sandy a wicked grin, then started unbuttoning her friend's blouse. "What are you doing?" Sandy asked. "Just a second. I want to try another experiment." Linda slipped Sandy's blouse off her shoulders and had her bra undone before Sandy could let out another laughing protest. "Now you wait a second, missy," Sandy said as she watched her blouse and bra wind up on the floor. "Just time this again," Linda said. She saw an uncooperative look in Sandy's face. "Please?" she added. Sandy shrugged and looked back at the clock. Linda grinned and leaned over the prize before her. As she gently kissed all around Sandy's breasts, she wondered what kind of fool would ignore such a magnificent pair? Sandy's tits were a little bigger than a handful and perfectly shaped. The nipples were large and pink against the white skin. She gave the right nipple a playful lick, then a little nibble to the aureole, then, finally, took the nub between her lips for a sensuous kiss. Sandy moaned when Linda rolled her other nipple between her fingers. She put her hand on the back of Linda's head and held her to her breast. Linda peeked out the corner of her eye at the clock. Two minutes had passed. "There, now," she said, giving the nipple a quick kiss, then leaning back. "That's two minutes, right?" Sandy nodded. She swallowed, looking for her voice. "How was that? Better than Ken?" "Yeah, I'd say it's a little better," Sandy answered with a pant. "Yeah, it's better," Linda bragged. "But it's just the beginning. Here's what happens when your boobs get the attention they deserve." Linda dove back between Sandy's breasts, this time fixing on the left tit. She sucked the nipple hard, eliciting a gasp from Sandy. Sandy's hands went back to Linda's head. Linda returned to a slow, gentle sucking. She took Sandy's right nipple between her skilled fingers and worked it in time with her lips and tongue. She kissed and nibbled and sucked the breasts until Sandy started a quiet rhythmic moaning. Linda took her hands away from Sandy's breasts and gently stroked her back. Sandy shuddered under the stimulation, then gave another full-forced moan. She could feel herself getting genuinely aroused. Her legs parted of their own accord, against her will. She shut them hard, only to be rewarded with a burst of pleasure as her thighs squeezed her sex. Linda sucked her nipple hard at the same time, and she grunted in response. Sandy started to wonder how much of this she could take. She looked over at the clock. Another ten minutes had passed. "It's been ten minutes," she said in a shaking voice. "So?" Linda said, between licks. Linda lifted her face from Sandy's breasts, taking both nipples firmly between her fingers. She held her lips just in front of Sandy's and grinned when her twisting and tweaking caused Sandy's eyes to roll back for a long moan. "Lie back, sweetie," she said, giving Sandy a quick peck on the lips. Sandy gave in to her friend and lowered herself to the couch. She closed her eyes and wondered where this was going. Linda stood and looked down at her beautiful co-worker. She took a deep breath, then stripped off all of her clothes. She knelt down next to the couch and leaned over Sandy, letting her nipples graze her chest. "I'm going to show you what foreplay is all about," she whispered. Linda hovered over the feast spread before her and let her hot breath settle onto the skin, but, Sandy's surprise, she did not touch her breasts. Instead, Linda lifted her subject's hand and kissed her fingers, one by one. She left a trail of wet kisses from Sandy's palm to her shoulder. It felt to Sandy like she was licking each one of her goosebumps. By the time Linda was halfway down her other hand, Sandy was starting to squirm with arousal. "What are you doing to me?" she asked, hoping to distract Linda from the delightful torture. "Shhh," was the only response. After Linda had caressed every inch of Sandy's arms, shoulders and chest, she set back onto her breasts. Sandy groaned loudly and held Linda's head to her breasts for more sucking and kissing. She was quickly approaching orgasm—something she wouldn't have thought possible from having her tits sucked—and she moaned in disappointment when Linda moved on to her belly. Linda kept up a steady kneading on Sandy's breasts while she planted more wet kisses all over her stomach and belly button. She let her fingers graze along Sandy's flanks, then over the sides of her skirt and onto her thighs. She kissed Sandy's mound through the clothes as her hands pushed the skirt up her thighs. Then she slowly slid her hands and face between her thighs and down to her feet. Sandy was shocked to find herself disappointed that the hands and lips were heading away, not toward, her pussy. 'You're going the wrong way,' she wanted to shout. Sandy's senses were overwhelmed by the pleasure of having her foot massaged and her toes kissed and sucked by Linda's expert hands and mouth. She stopped trying to resist the moans of passion that kept escaping her lungs. Her feet felt as alive as her pussy. The pleasure radiated from each nerve up through her body. When Linda's kisses started back up her legs she let her entire body feel the pleasure of each touch. She was floating on a cloud of ecstasy. Linda kissed up the inside of Sandy's thighs, watching them part for her. When she reached Sandy's sex, she placed a series of light kisses over the panties, tasting the sweet dampness. She finished her tongue-bath with a long, hard, wet lick up her slit, from bottom to top. Sandy shuddered and thrust her pussy into her friend's face. Linda pulled her face back and brought a hand to the wet pussy to start a firm, circular massage of the vulva. "How was that for foreplay?" she asked. "Mmm," was all Sandy could muster for a response, as she ground her mound against Linda's fingers. "What was that? Mmmm?" Linda teased. "Are you ready for a fuck?" "Oh, where's Ken?" "Is that a yes? You're ready to get fucked?" "Yeah, I'm ready for a fucking," Sandy admitted, laughing a little. "I don't think so. From your experience, you were ready to get nailed twenty minutes ago. If you aren't begging for it, you aren't ready for it." "Oh, God, I'm so wet, though." "Wet is good," Linda said, taking her hand away and licking the fingers. "But I want to see begging. Let's try it in the bedroom." Linda stood up and pulled Sandy to her feet. Sandy's breath caught in her throat as she admired her friend's gorgeous naked body. Her eyes were drawn to Linda's full breasts, thick nipples, and thick bush. She quickly imagined what it would be like to kiss Linda's boobs the way she had kissed hers. "Are you trying to seduce me?" she asked, letting her eyes lock with Linda's. Linda gave her another devilish smile. Instead of answering the question, she wrapped her arms around her. "In this tour of good foreplay, we should certainly not forget the kissing," Linda said. Sandy closed her eyes and kissed her friend. She wrapped her arms around Linda as well and felt their nipples touch with a spark of pleasure. She opened her lips and allowed Linda's tongue to spar with hers. The kiss was long and passionate, but Sandy tried to hold back again. She was sure that she was being seduced. Linda broke the kiss and winked at Sandy, guessing what she was thinking. She led her confused charge by the hand to the bedroom, where she knelt before her and removed her skirt. She looked up into Sandy's eyes and slowly peeled her soaking panties off. "My, oh my, but you are a wet girl," Linda teased. Sandy joined her in a giggle. Linda surmised that Sandy was playing a little game with her—she would let herself be fucked by a woman, but would not be seduced. Sandy was no match for Linda, though. She was already blown out of the water and Linda had only just started. "Lie down on the bed," Linda ordered. Sandy crawled onto the bed, settling on her front. She did this to try to thwart Linda, but found the feel of the soft sheets against her sensitive breasts and skin even more arousing. Linda gave another chuckle and started in on a second tongue bath. By the time Linda reached the small of Sandy's back, Sandy was writhing with pleasure and humping her hips vainly into the sheets. Linda massaged her ass while she kissed and licked her legs and feet again, remembering the effect this had had before. When she licked Sandy's open inner thighs, her nose flared at the thick scent of her pussy. She gave agonizingly slow licks to the sensitive skin and watched a drop of dew collect between her lips. The clitoris was hard and the labia were red and swollen and wet. 'Almost ready,' Linda thought. 'But not yet.' Sandy gasped when she felt Linda's lips give her pussy a slow kiss. "Roll over," Linda said. Sandy complied with a groan and was again disappointed that Linda did not return to her aching pussy. She clenched her thighs together to give her cunt a little squeeze. Linda crawled up to her and took her face in her hands. "Kiss me, again," Linda said. Sandy quickly complied. They locked in a passionate and deep kiss that erased all doubt from Sandy's mind. Her nipples felt good when she rubbed them against Linda's. Linda slipped her thigh between Sandy's legs and that felt good, too. She pulled Linda to her and caressed her naked skin. Her body pulsed with feelings at the sensation of touching the other woman. The game was up. She was lost. "Fuck me," she said, breaking the kiss. "I want you to fuck me." "Soon, baby," Linda answered. "Just one more kiss." As they kissed, Linda pulled Sandy's hands to her breasts. Sandy groaned and gave her friend's nipples a healthy squeeze. She felt a shudder run through Linda. She felt growing pride and arousal at the thought that she had made Linda feel good. She kept it up until Linda moaned into her mouth. "That's it, Sandy," she said, as she sucked her earlobe. "That feels really good. Now put your fingers in my cunt." Sandy's fingers were running over Linda's mound before she had time to think about it. She stroked two fingers over her clit and between her wet folds. Linda gasped, shuddered and moaned into her ear. "Just like that," she encouraged. "Right over my clit, now. Up and down, like that. There you go. Get me nice and wet so I can fuck you good." Linda let her own hand wander to Sandy's pussy. She nibbled Sandy's neck and then they kissed again, their fingers exploring each other's pussies. With a gasp, Linda pulled away from her new lover's lips. "That feels good," she said. "Fuck me, please, Linda. Please," Sandy begged. Linda pulled away and reached under the bed for her strap-on dildo. She raised herself to her knees and attached the phallus in place over her mound. She glanced down at Sandy. The blonde's eyes were shining with lust; her legs open to her lover; her pussy red and wet with desire. Linda knew that she had the same look in her own eyes and the same dampness between her own lips. Linda knelt between Sandy's legs and guided the head of the penis to her hole. Sandy's labia spread and gripped the phallus, pulling it inside. Linda sank the dildo deep into Sandy's pussy. They moaned in unison. "Yes, Linda, fuck me now," Sandy demanded. Linda slowly pulled the dildo out, then sank it back in. When she could feel her bush against the harness, she gave a quick little grind against her clit, then pulled it out again for another stroke. She put her lips to Sandy's and they kissed as she continued her slow fucking. Sandy could feel every inch of the cock with each stroke. She felt like she was having a tiny orgasm every time it slid into her: her pussy gave an involuntary twitch, then gripped and pulled on the dildo as it withdrew. She let out a long moan and dug her nails into Linda's ass. Linda opened her knees for better leverage, then started some serious fucking. Sandy gasped, then moaned in time with the quick but thorough thrusts. Linda could feel the dildo bumping her clit as well and moaned along with her. Soon, they were both moaning in perfect rhythm with the squeaking of the bed. Sandy's orgasm came quickly. Once the fast thrusts started, she was off to the races. "Yes… yes… yes," she panted. Then, "I'm coming! Fuck me! Make me come. Oh, yes, there it is!" "Go on, girl," Linda encouraged. "Come on, now. Here it is." "Ohhhhhh!" Sandy gave a series of high-pitched pants as her body flew into the most powerful orgasmic contractions she had ever felt. Her pussy squeezed Linda's dick. She wrapped her legs around Linda's ass. "Come!" she managed to say at the height of her climax. Linda watched her lover's angelic face as it contorted with pleasure. Before she knew what was happening, she was coming, too. "I'm coming, Sandy," she said. "Yes! I'm coming!" She buried the dildo fully in Sandy's vagina, and ground her clit against her. Her body pulsed with pleasure as she grunted through her orgasm. She gushed with love when Sandy wrapped her fingers through her hair and held her tight through the crisis. With a deep sigh, she collapsed onto her student. Sandy held her in her arms and they kissed softly. "Now," Linda panted, when she had pulled herself together. "See what a difference good foreplay can make?" Girl Talk Erica waited on her best friend, Latiavia to show up so they could head to class. Erica hated to be late for class, it is so hard to catch up. Okay, Here she comes. "Damn, girl, you look like the walking dead," Erica said as she greeted her best friend. Latiavia smiled a lazy smile, "Hey, girl. I had one of those weekends that no one will believe." "Really, What happened. You can tell me about it as we walk to class. We are already running late. So start talking and talking fast," Erica said as she dragged Latiavia on to class. Latiavia begun her story, "Well, I was bored Saturday night. I remember you had a blind date and couldn't think of anyone else to call. So shit, I thought, I don't need anyone to go out with. So, I did my hair, got dress in my black leather mini dress and put on some make up. That's right girl, I went out by myself. And I was looking fine as hell. I went to Club Echo. Girl, it was packed. I took a look around and saw it was packed with fine men and not a lot of damn females. I can't stand going to clubs and that's all you see were damn chicks. Girl, wait I'm getting back to the subject. Like I was saying the men were fine and I knew I was going to get a number or two maybe three or four. Yeah, you know how I do it, girl. So, O head towards the bar and order a Malibu and orange juice. The guy next to me tells the bartender he got the drink. I turn to him to say thank you and could not speak. "He was fine as hell. Tall, brown skinned, brown eyes, and wavy hair. He looked like he could melt in your mouth. Thanks. I'm nick what's your name. I heard him but I could have sworn he said Dick. I finally got out my name. Latiavia. Well, to make a long story short we talked, danced and changed numbers. As I started a journey around the club and ran into another fine man. He was a lighter than Nick, about his height, with short hair cut. His name was Angelo. We talked and traded numbers. It took time for the club to close. I'm heading to my car and I see Nick. He wanted to know what I was about to do. I told him I was on my way home. I hear someone ask him was he ready to go. That's when I notice it was Angelo. "At the same time Angelo noticed me and says what's up. Nick asks how we know each other. Angelo wanted to know the same thing. I didn't have anything to say. They both figured out they each had my number. And I figured out they were best friends and roommates. Shit, is right. Angelo said you need to choose who you want to call you. I wanted to know why they both can't call me. Nick looks at Angelo and said to me because when it's time for loving we don't know if we could share. I smiled and said you want know until you try to share. "And for the hell of it, I said we can try it and see. Angelo looked at Nick and calls my bluff by saying, "Okay, Latiavia, were follow you back to your place." Girl, before I knew what was happing they turned around and got into their car. I walked to mine in shock. But as I started driving home, I was cool with the idea because it was a fantasy of mine to have two men at one time. And two fine men at that. We get to my place. They park and walk towards me with a brown bag. Angelo let me know It was Henessy. I nod and we head for my apartment. Once in, everyone gets a drink an started small talk. Like age, job, and this and that. All three of us were feeling real nice after a couple of drinks. 'Nick put down his glass and asks was I going to show them around. I show them the room I use as an office/guestroom, the bathroom, and the master bedroom. Angelo says nice as he runs his hand down my back. That was nick que to pull me to him and to kiss me. Me being the person I am believe in share share alike. I turned back to Angelo and kissed him. It went like that for a minute. Touching each other. Girl, dicks were getting hard and my panties were getting wet. Soon clothes were coming off and flying through the air. I don't know but things to slow down. I was slow dragging on Nick's dick and Angelo was french kissing me between my legs. Girl, Nick's dick was hard and feeling real nice sliding in and out of my mouth. "With Angelo teasing my clit. I thought I was in heaven. Girl, I can't describe the sensation my body was feeling. Hands were over me. I was in a daze. I heard Nick tell Angelo he wanted to taste me. So they switch places. I had another hard dick in my mouth. Angelo was moaning, I was moaning, and Nick was sucking. As Nick ran his tongue up and down my pussy, teasing his tongue in my opening, I sucked on Angelo's dick like it was a cherry Popsicle and licked his balls like gumdrops. At that time I felt Nick slide a finger than two inside of me. He let Angelo know I was ready for something more. He than slipped his throbbing dick into me with Angelo deep in my mouth. I let out a deep moan and his dick slipped deeper. Nick slowly pumped in and out of me. "I hear Angelo say let me try, like I was one of his favorite toys and it was time to play. Nick slipped his thick dick out and Angelo slipped his long one in. I did not know what was happening. Nick watched as Angelo fucked me. He than lowered his mouth to my breast and before he did he said we are able to share and we are going to share the responsibility of fucking you all weekend. I guess Nick got tired my titts, he tells Angelo to pull me on top of him. Angelo rolled me on top of him and didn't stop fucking me. I felt Nick tongue going down my back. I than felt his dick at my asshole. I shivered because I knew what he was about to do. He asked me was it okay? I told him it was. Shit girl, I shivered because I was going to have both of my holes filled with a dick pumping at the same time. "Damn, I shivered because I could not wait. Angelo stop fucking my pussy to allow Nick to enter me. It hurt like hell but I didn't want him to stop. I let out a moan when he was fully in and I sighed because I knew the tearing would stop of my ass. At the same time Angelo and Nick begin to pump their holes while I tried to hold on to reality in the middle. I could not, I repeat, I could not stop coming. I was being drained of my fluids. I first felt Angelo pumping faster as he was coming to his climax; Nick stop fucking my ass so he wouldn't knocked out of my ass from Angelo's wild bucking. Angelo grunted loudly as he shot his load in me. "Nick started fucking my ass without a beat. A minute he was fucking my asshole with any control, which held me. Nick bucked forward one last time and shouted he was coming. Girl, feeling them both pull out made me come again. My whole weekend was like that. I had no sleep, anything to eat, but plenty of dick. That's my weekend," Latavia said as we reached the door of our class. Erica laughed and said, "Latavia, girl your nasty. A nasty hoe. But I'm not knocking you. That's a fantasy of mine also. But you made yours come true. I guess you can say I was nasty to this weekend to. I fucked the hell out of my blind date." "Girl, un un. What happened? You better tell me everything," Latavia whispered as they took their seats in class just as the professor walked in. Erica whispered back, "I'll tell you everything after class." Latavia smiled and called her best friend a freak than the both turned their attentions to the class. Girl Talk Sam threw a pillow at me. "Hey!" I exclaimed, "What was the meaning for that?" She gave me a stern look and I knew clearly why she had thrown the pillow at me. I had just asked the group of girls, Joe- 18; Missy-18; and Sam 18(today), if they had ever dreamt about being with one of their brothers. We were celebrating Sam's 18th birthday and we sprawled out on her den floor watching movies and chowing down on junk. I had just turned 18 last week and my folks threw me a big bash that overcame any party anyone had ever thrown. Anyone who was anyone was there(The 'rents had money!) I wanted something small and intimate-like now- but they insisted otherwise. Joe got up to stretch a bit. She was wearing her favorite pajamas-pink tank and shorts with brown teddy bears on them. She was very small, but blessed with all the right things in all the right places. She giggled, "Come on guys. Liz has a point here." She sat back down, "If I had a brother as hot as her's, I'd want to do him too!" A pillow was thrown at her. "Joe!?! I can't believe you!" "Sam, you know you've thought about Jon!" Missy yelled. "I've thought about going at it with my brother, but I'd never do it." She agreed matter-of-factly. "See!" I yelled and more pillows were thrown. It was getting pretty late and I could tell that everyone was getting restless. So I decided to liven the party. "Let's play a game!" Missy perked up, she bounced and you could see her 38C breast jump with her. She was the oldest and most experienced out of the group. (But that's another story) "Cool, what game?" "The good 'ol fashion 'truth or dare'."I replied. We all got into a circle. It all started as an innocent game with the usual stripping and kissing dares until it got to Joe, "the young one" "Sam?" "Yeah?" "Truth or dare?" I could tell Joe had something good either way. "Dare." Sam said. She was always up for anything. "Samantha Joy Stevenson, I dare you to go in your brother's room and fill him up." She was very satisfied with her dare. At first, Sam hesitated, but then got up and headed towards jon's room. We all followed in suit. She opened the door and walked right in, not caring if he woke up. She went up to his bed and reached under the covers and started stroking Jon's cock. He stirred a bit, but stayed asleep letting out a small moan. She finished up and whispered, "Child's play." It was late so we all went to sleep. I had heard something coming down the hall and it woke me out of my sleep. I looked over and Sam wasn't there. Missy and Joe were sound asleep next to eachother, a little too close if you ask me. I figured Sam had went to the bathroom because if she wanted a late night snack all she had to do was reach over and grab. Realizing I had to go to the bathroom, I headed down the hall. The noise was made again, it wasn't coming from the bathroom, but from Jon's room. The door was cracked just enough for me to look in. And there they were, Sam and Jon going at it. Sam was riding jon's cock like nobody's business. He pulled out for a moment and I caught a glimpse of it. It was huge! About 8 inches I would say, the biggest I have ever seen. He entered into Sam's pussy again and this sent her over the edge. She supressed her screams of pleasure and he said, "This is for coming in here and jerking me off with out permission!" And he jammed into her again, "This, this is for being so fucking hot!" Jammed in again. He put her on her hands and knees and got her from behind. He reached his climax. They laid there for a while and he pulled out of her, took the condom off and told her to lick him dry. She did so, but he stopped her because he was getting hot again. She began to fix herself up and they kissed for a long time. Breaking from their kiss she saw me. I stood frozen. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything. I wanted to run. Sam got up quickly and mumbled a few curses underneath her breath. Jon looked at her, "what's the rush?" She paused and looked at me. Jon turned his head to see what his sister was looking at, "Oh, shit!" He grabbed his covers and pulled them over himself. Sam rushed out of the room and pulled me across to the bathroom. "You have to promise me you won't say anything." I nodded. Girl Talk We were sitting at a glossy-topped, faux mahogany table in a local bar and grill, as was standard for our Girl's Night Out. We ate, we drank, and us single vixens made eyes at the clientele that came and went as we gabbed enthusiasticly into the night. Our married Megan were tamer, though not by much: Meg was known to have a phone number or two more to show than the rest of us at the end of the night. David would be so proud. "And that was that," Carolyn giggled. I snapped back to reality and realized that I hadn't even heard her story. So much so, I wasn't even sure what it had been about. Everyone was laughing, so I laughed, still not understanding why. Melissa, our resident storyteller and illegally young male magnet, cleared her throat and smiled her debutante's smirk. Her grin widened as she spoke. "What about sex?" "What about it?" Gwen quipped. "Well," Melissa elaborated, "what about your best sexual exploit? I know mine and I'm willing to share." As she spoke, she shimmied in her chair with so much enthusiasm, part of me thought she'd dish her dirt right then and there. But Melissa had a tact for great build-up; she made you long for the story, want the story. "All I can say is banana boy," Megan laughed. We laughed with her, knowing that her reference was to a college fling with a banana-shaped you-know-what. The poor man that had inspired the tale- I believe his name had been Matthew- would never live down the heralding stories that Megan dished about his uniquely designed equipment. Thankfully, her husband seemed to be created to her liking, and we were rarely subject to tales of his genitalia. "Count me out," Vanessa sighed. She was the youngest of us, barely twenty-five years old and still in (graduate) school. She was also a virgin. "Oh, come on, Ness," Gwen chided. "We know you have some dirt to dish." Carolyn followed this up with a quip that brought guffaws from the girls and our waitress. Vanessa looked amused, but there was still an air of discomfort. "Alright, I'll start," Gwen offered. "My best exploit was a casual fling I had one summer." "Ooooooo," Megan chided. "I've never heard this one before." "Are you going to shut up and let me tell it?" That caused us all to giggle. We were comfortable with each other, and though we often teased and coaxed one another where men were involved, we rarely had in-depth conversations about the end product of our laisons. Tonight was new frontier, and we were about to embark on our journey with open minds....and ears. "It was the summer between sophomore and junior year, and I was...How old was I?" We laughed with Gwen. We laughed at Gwen. "Anyhow, I got dragged to this bar by my roomie to see some band that her boyfriend was in at the time. Of course, the asshole left her a week later without a reason or a phone call, but that's men, right?" She sighed. "I thought it was going to be some degenerated hellhole, with a puney stage and some forty year-old men trying to relive their glory days through their music. I was so wrong." Her smirk expanded, and if you knew Gwen, you knew that meant she had something good to say. "They were a rock band, easily much younger than Jessica and I, and the singer was pierced in just about every place imaginable. He looked dirty." Megan snorted, but I laughed. Knowing Gwen for as many years as I had, I knew that "dirty" to her was a deliciously wonderful thing to be. It didn't mean he was unwashed, it meant he was kinky- and Gwen loved kinky. "His name was DJ," she continued, grinning lasciviously all the while. "He bought me a beer and we sat for a while, making small talk. Somewhere between beer number three and beer number four, shots started flowing. I totally lost track of everything, and eventually realized that Jessica and her boytoy had left me there alone with this guy." Vanessa was intrigued. "She just abandoned you to some stranger?" "Well, I'm sure she told me where she was going," Gwen explained, "but I was so bombed I don't remember it. I just remember DJ's voice in my ear, whispering that he was my ride home." I started to flash to a memory of being abandoned in a bar. I had been underage and my older sister, Katherine, had felt it alright to leave with some tawdry stranger she'd picked up. There'd been no explanation and no backup transportation home, and our father had flipped his top when he realized I'd walked the three miles home, alone, in the middle of the night. Of course, he never did find out where she'd abandoned me, exactly. How do you explain a fake ID to your father without getting grounded? Snapping back to the real world, I realize I'd lost a little of Gwen's story. "He was so gentle, so wonderfully soft for a man." She was practically swooning. "He laid me down on the bed and hovered above me. His eyes were as blue as the Caribbean seas and his hair was bleached blonde and spiked. He was the perfect image of a bad boy, and you know how I love them evil. Anyhow," her voice trailed off into thought, "he stripped for me, and up til that point, I'd never had a man do that for me before. He stripped off all of his clothes and I just lay there speechless. This guy was huge. God had definitely gifted DJ, and he had one beautifully large penis to show for it." We erupted into laughter, Gwen blushing faintly but noticeably. "And yeah. I spent the night with DJ, trying out every position from the Kama Sutra. In the morning, he drove me home and we never spoke to, or saw each other again." "You cheated us, Gwenny! You cut out all the juicy parts." Carolyn was never shy, and she was easily the second best storyteller in our group. Afterall, she was a writer. "Fact is," Gwen grinned, "I don't remember everything that man did to me with that delicious tool of his. He bent me, he shook me, he jumped my bones. There's not much to tell beyond that, really. Your turn, Carolyn!" Carolyn seemed to search herself for inspiration, debating what story to share and what to keep for later. "My best sexual exploit was with Jerry," she smiled. Jerry had been her fiance for several years. Fate never brought the pair to the altar, and they parted ways after two years of engagement. So far as I knew, she'd never truly loved another man as she had Jerry, and she held tight to the hope that, perhaps one day, they'd repair their damaged relationship and be together again. "We had rented a cabin in Vermont, in ski country. Our room had a glass wall that overlooked the mountain, and there was a jacuzzi placed stragetically in front of that window." She paused and smiled, as though just the memory of it warmed her. "Jerry had to coax me, but eventually he got me into that jacuzzi, naked. We made love slowly, passionately, looking out over the mountains and trees. There was nothing raunchy about it, but it was the best sex of my life. I was in a beautiful place with the person I loved, and somehow, that was enough for me." Vanessa grinned. "That sounds beautiful, Carolyn!" She smiled. "It was." Melissa squirmed in her seat, and bent over the table. "Okay, are you ladies ready for my story?" We nodded, knowing that rapt attention was mandatory when Melissa was telling one of her tales. "I don't remember how I met Craig, but our paths crossed somehow, and next thing I knew, we were lovers. It was one of those torrid affairs that start with a bang- literally!" This brought laughter from our group, and lit a joyous spark in Melissa's eyes. "Craig was tall, slim, brunette, plain. There was nothing overtly beautiful about him, and frankly, I'll never know why I was initially drawn to him. He was just there and he was intelligent, soft spoken, and eager to please. We met in a graduate class- Applications of Modern Physiological Discoveries or some shit- and became fast friends. One night, Craig invited me out to dinner and, despite the mound of work I had sitting on my desk at home, I accepted. Oh, who am I kidding, you gals don't care about our meal and sweet talk, do you?" Megan snorted, while Vanessa and I glanced at one another and giggled. Melissa was right: in stories such as these, the preceding details are fairly...boring. "Our drinks had freed up our inhibitions, and Craig confessed to his kinky side over dinner. We ended up at a hotel near the restaurant, and a swanky one at that. Have I mentioned his family had money? Anyway, we barely got in the door before we were stripping one another down and my hands were ravishing his body. I said he wasn't blatantly beautiful before- I took that back with the first, glorious glances at his body. He had a six pack, muscular arms, and an excitingly thick male accoutrement." We all laughed with Melisssa. I was beginning to notice a pattern in these stories, and it seemed that size really did matter to our assembled group! "We fucked each other with such frenzy that when it was over, Craig rolled over and asked if I wanted to shower. I took him up on the offer, and next thing I knew, he was holding me in his arms, pumping me up and down on his cock as we showered." Melissa had our attention now. "He fucked me in the shower and before we could even dry off, he was sitting on the toilet with me riding him. I don't know how he did it- stayed hard like that nonstop- but I loved it." She smirked. "We moved from the toilet back to the bed, the bed to the small balcony outside, the balcony to the floor, and so on. We christened every inch of that hotelroom, nothing went to waste." We erupted in laughter, and Melissa grinned. "We saw each other several times after that, mostly just for sex. It all came to a halt when he confessed that he was bisexual, and I confessed that that creeped me out." She sighed. "I miss that. Men these days are so afraid to let their kinky side show." "I don't know about that, Mel," I said. I had their attention now, and that's exactly how I'd wanted to start out my story. "I've been seeing two guys lately." This brought hoots and cheers from the girls, and made me laugh. I wasn't the youngest of us or the oldest, I wasn't the writer or the storyteller, I was just the kinky recluse that kept her excursions to herself more times than not. Tonight, I was willing to give them all a little insight into my world of sexual perversions. "I've been seeing two guys and, while I can't say that they're bisexual, they're definitely...not shy. How's that?" Melissa raised an eyebrow. "You kinky ho!" We all laughed at this, and I knew what she meant. I was about to shock them further. "They're willing to share me, and that works for me." I smiled, thinking about last night with my men. "Michael and Matthew. Michael's a something-or-other in the computer field, and Matthew's a lawyer. They've been best friends since grade school, apparently." Gwen was ooing and ahhing, and Carolyn looked almost afraid of what I might say next. "Michael's the dark-haired Italian stallion of the pair. He's easily 6'3", built, and with piercing brown eyes that let you see into his soul." "How poetic," Megan quipped. I ignored her and continued. "Matthew's about 6'4", built, and blonde where Mike's dark. He's got that serious, lawyer-ly manner about him, but when you prod him and he lets loose, he's like a little boy. He's a lot to handle sometimes." I frowned. I was remembering our fight a few weeks back, when Matt had demanded that I choose between him and Mike. I'd explained to him that they only interested me as a pair, and if there wasn't a package deal, there was no deal, period. He called me every name a man in his position could call a woman, and we'd ended the argument when Mike arrived with the pizza and beer we'd sent him to fetch an hour previously. "They're a package deal for me. What one lacks, the other has. I have no desire to date only one of them; I want both of them." I think this confession scared a few of the girls, but it seemed to intrigue Melissa. "And they're okay with this?" "Sometimes, sometimes we argue. I've been pretty honest with them about the situation, though. They know that I have no intentions of losing one of them to build a cozy nest with the other. I like our threesome." I could be falted for being many things, dishonest was not one of them. "I'm....speechless," Carolyn frowned. She was old-fashioned, as one could easily tell from her story tonight. She was a one-man kind of woman, and so far as I knew, Jerry was the only man she'd ever actually had intercourse with. Oh, there'd been boyfriends and flings, but there was only one sexual partner in her vast background of men, and that made her truly prudish in my book. Practical, safe, old-fashioned, and boring. "You wanted a story, didn't you?" I shook my head at the bunch of them, and continued with the story. "I met them in a park, of all places." The memory warmed my body from head to toe, and I rotated in my chair to avoid blushing with the sexual tension that was building inside me. "They're, of course, roommates, and they were out for a jog. I happened to take a walk that day, and we met near the water fountain, of all places. But that's all boring history." I sighed. "We became friends, then we became lovers. My first time with the boys was amazing. It's like their bodies are choreographed to move together, perfectly in sync. They shared me, without fear of touching each other, and they...." I heard my voice trail off, but I just sat, remembering my first threesome. Mike and Matt had been perfectly in tune with each other, and though they'd never actually caressed one another in my presence, the idea that once they may have explored that avenue made me warm and moist. We'd shared a bed in a local hotel on that first night, Mike and I kissing and touching one another as Matt lay behind me, massaging my neck and back. They'd known how to move their bodies, and when Mike was pulling out of my body, it seemed that Matt was driving in. Megan was staring at me. "They what?" "I don't know, I lost my train of thought!" "Well," Gwen giggled, "you're certainly a bucket of shameful surprises tonight!" I laughed at this, realizing that I had openly shared some of the most intimate details of my present life. These, however, were my friends, and by and large, I'd known each of the girls for over ten years. I realized I'd been frank, but if you can't be frank with the girls, who can you trust? We paid the check and were escorting each other to our seperate cars in the parking lot, when I realized that Megan had never shared a tale with us that night. Had I rained on her parade? "Oh no," she smiled, "I couldn't follow your act anyway." We smiled at each other. I'd known her the longest- we had gone to elementary school together, though we hadn't been friends back in those days. "But you must have had something prepared to say?" Megan grinned. "Well, I was going to tell everyone about the new love in my life." I paused. Megan was married and I wasn't sure what she was getting at. "Oh?" "It's okay, Tori," she giggled, "I realized that my story was probably best kept to myself." I raised my eyebrows. "I wasn't sure that everyone could handle the shock after your tale of two men, that's all." She looked at the ground and blushed, and I realized she was avoiding telling me about this new love in her life. I elbowed her and said, "Come on! I won't tell David! Dish the dirt!" "Well, her name's Stephanie, and she's great." She paused, eyeing me for a response. "Oh," I stammered. "That's wonderful!" "Is it?," she questioned. From the look on her face, my approval was important to her. "Do you love her?" "Very much so. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me...besides Dave, of course." "Then it's wonderful, Meg. It really is. I just never...realized." Megan giggled. "There's nothing to realize, Tori." With that, she opened the door to her car and grinned at me. "I'm going to bring her next week. I figured my story can be a Show N' Tell." I laughed and waved good night. I had two men, and Megan was having an affair with a woman. We were certainly a kinky group of ladies. As I slid my seat belt over my lap, I realized that I was hoping the boys were still awake when I got home, cause I had big plans for them tonight. A little "Show N' Tell" of our own. Girl Talk "Happy anniversary, darling." My wife Joan raised a glass of champagne above the table in our favorite French restaurant. The candlelight glinted on the bubbles in the wine. I touched my glass to hers. "Happy anniversary--has it really been five years?" "Mmmmm. . . Five great ones--and many more to come, if I have anything to say about it." She smiled and sipped her champagne, then blew me a kiss across the table, giving her long blonde hair a toss. Joan is tall and statuesque, with a face and body that supermodels would kill for. Tonight she was wearing a backless red dress that covered her like body paint and made it obvious that she neither wore nor needed a bra (when she stood up, a close observer might have noticed that she wasn't wearing panties either--she says she hates feeling confined). The eyes of every man in the place were on her, and I felt a thrill of excitement at the thought that they could look and admire and wonder, but I was the one who would get to peel off that skin-tight crimson sheath and hold her perfect body tonight. Not that I'm possessive--it's the second marriage for both of us, and we've both learned the hard way that it's jealousy, not adultery, that destroys marriages. We've both had flings, but we both know that nothing is going to tear us apart--we fit too well, in every way. Suddenly her eyes widened. "Sweetheart, isn't that Leslie?" "It can't be. . ." I turned my head to follow her gaze, and saw the small, dark-haired woman being shown to a table. ". . . but it is. What's she doing on the West Coast?" "Go say hello, darling." "No, it's our anniversary. This is just for us." "Oh, go on. If you don't and she sees you it'll just be embarrassing. Look, they're taking away the other place setting. She's eating alone. Why don't you ask her to join us?" "You want my ex-wife to have dinner with us on our anniversary?" I was skeptical--and a bit uncomfortable with the idea. "You know I've always wanted to meet her, and I might never get another chance. Go on!" She laughed, enjoying my discomfort. Leslie and I were married in college, and had three wonderful, passionate years together in New York. Then my career in the wine trade took me out to the West Coast, and hers in public relations kept her back East. We tried to have a commuter marriage while we worked out a way to live together, but neither of us could manage the long weeks of celibacy between visits, and neither of us was devious enough to conceal the evidence of our other lovers. We tried to be accepting and tolerant, but weren't mature enough for that. When we could no longer stand our own or the other's jealousy, we got divorced, but we managed somehow to come out on the other side of the ordeal as friends. We'd kept in touch, but after I married Joan the phone calls, stopped, the letters became less frequent, and for the last two years we hadn't exchanged so much as a Christmas card. Joan had never met Leslie, but she'd seen her picture in my college yearbook and had asked a lot of questions--all of which I'd managed to avoid answering in any detail. I shrugged, got up and walked over to Leslie's table. She was studying the menu and didn't see me coming. She looked as great as ever, with the dark hair and complexion she inherited from her Puerto Rican father and the full lips and high cheekbones from her Jewish mother. She was several inches shorter than Joan, more petite and smaller-breasted--I remembered how they just fit the palms of my hands when I took her from behind. My heart was racing, and my cock remembering things that my brain hadn't quite got to yet as I approached her. She looked up, recognized me, started to get up, then changed her mind. "Dave! It's great to see you. How are you?" "Oh, I'm alright. How could you come to Portland without telling me?" "Oh, it's a business trip--one of our clients just opened a branch here and they want us to handle publicity. There just wasn't time for anything else. I was supposed to fly back tonight, but they overbooked my flight. I'm going on vacation as soon as I get back, so I decided to let myself be bumped and take the free ticket." "Well, why don't you join us?" I gestured toward our table. She looked over at Joan, who was playing with her hors d’oeuvre and trying hard not to watch us. "Oh, I don't want to intrude." "You're not." She hesitated. "Really--it was Joan's idea. If you don't come, she'll think I said something to scare you off, and she'll get suspicious." I grinned to show it was just a joke--I hoped. Leslie shrugged, smiled, and headed for the other table, while I signaled the waiter. I introduced my first and second wives to each other, ordered another bottle of champagne, and hoped for the best--without being sure what the best might be. "Do you guys come here often?" Leslie asked. "Oh, mostly for special occasions," Joan replied. "But we make as many of those as we can." "What's the occasion tonight?" "It's our anniversary." I thought Joan seemed just a little smug. "What a coincidence! It's ours too!" Leslie flashed her most dazzling smile at me. I felt myself blushing, and believe me, that's something I don't do much any more. "I thought you two got married in August," Joan said. Leslie grinned at her. "Not our wedding anniversary." Joan looked at me for an explanation. "Uh. . ." I fumbled, "the, um, the anniversary of the first time we, uh, slept together." I felt like a fourteen year old on his first date. Leslie giggled. "I don't remember getting much sleep!" Joan looked at me, then at Leslie, then burst out laughing in her low, throaty chuckle. "No, with Dave I don't expect you would--I have to sleep with my legs crossed if I really want any rest!" They both burst into peals of laughter at my embarrassment. That broke the ice, and by the time we were halfway through dinner the two women were laughing together like they were old girlfriends and I was just some guy they'd brought along for the ride. I was feeling more relaxed too, with the help of a couple of glasses of an excellent Mersault. We finished our entrees and ordered coffee and dessert. The waiter scribbled on his pad and strode away. Joan looked at Lesie. "Ladies room?" Leslie nodded. They gathered up their purses, smiled sweetly at me, and disappeared toward the back to the restaurant. I waited a minute, then followed. I knew something Joan didn't. The restaurant is country French, not haute cuisine, and though the food is great and the wine list exceptional, the ambience is more funky than elegant. The rest rooms were shoehorned into the back of the old storefront, and the partition between the men's and women's is thin, and the plumbing is old. In one of the men's stalls, a pipe runs right through the wall, and if you pull back the metal flange around the pipe, you can see through into one of the women's stalls. My friend Bob had shown it to me, but I'd never taken advantage before--that sort of peeping isn't one of my turn-ons. But this time I was more interested in listening than looking. Or so I thought--I got my eye to the gap just in time to see the stall door open and Leslie step inside. I could only see her from the waist down, but it was quite a view as she turned her back, raised her dress, and pulled down her pantyhose. She might have gained a pound or two in the past eight years, but on her they sure looked good. I got an eyeful of her luscious ass as she lowered it onto the seat. "So how are you and Dave doing?" she called out to Joan. "You seem happy." "Oh, we are. I think we both learned a lot from our first marriages--I don't know how anybody gets it right the first time." "Does he still like eating pussy?" Leslie giggled, and I heard the metallic hiss of urine on porcelain. Joan laughed. "Honey, he likes pussy the way I like chocolate. Maybe even more than he likes good wine." Maybe? Let’s just say that, if I had to choose, it wouldn’t be wine I’d take to a desert island. "He always did--he used to go down on me for hours. Even when I had my period." "Yeah--just last Friday night he must have spent an hour and a half eating me out. I had seven orgasms. I think--I kind of lost track around five. Anyway, finally he let me go to sleep. So I have this dream that I'm Snow White, and I'm getting fucked by all seven dwarfs, one at a time, you know? And then I wake up, mid-orgasm, and there's the sun shining in and Dave with his tongue up my twat! Not a bad way to start the morning, actually." She laughed. Leslie wiped herself and got up. "Sounds like Dave, alright. I hope you don't mind me talking about this stuff. Dave and I weren't really meant to be married, but I have a lot of good memories--especially about sex." "Oh, I don't mind. It's kind of fun to talk about it with somebody who knows. He remembers you too--he tries to hide it, though." "Oh?" "Yeah--about a month ago I was going down on him and I tried something I hadn't done before. I sort of wrapped my lips around my teeth and slid them up and down the front of his cock. And he kind of moaned 'Oh, Les.' He caught himself and tried to change it to 'oh yes,' but I could tell." "Hah! Yeah, I used to do that a lot. 'Cause when we first got together he was only 20--I was 18--and I don't think anybody had ever really sucked him off. And he was kind of shy about it. And I worked on him for 45 minutes, and he moaned and groaned and squirmed, but he didn't come. I was starting to feel kind of upset because I may have been only eighteen, but I was real proud of my blowjob technique. And my jaws were getting sore, because--well, you know." "Oh yeah. It's not the longest cock in the world, but length never did that much for me anyway. Dave is far and away the thickest I've ever had in me. In fact the first time we fucked, I reached down to touch him and I just about jumped out of bed--I didn't think he'd fit." "Yeah, but he fills you up nicely, doesn't he? Anyway, I finally figured out that the problem was he'd never done this before and he was afraid to come in my mouth--he just couldn't let himself go. So I did that thing with my lips, like you did, and pow! Old Faithful!" I remembered that night. The Allman Brothers album "Eat a Peach" was on the stereo, playing over and over while Leslie licked and sucked my cock, which felt like it was going to explode. I tried to relax and let myself come, but somehow I couldn't. She caressed my balls, tickled my asshole with her finger, teased my nipples while she sucked me, but nothing worked. I was right on the edge, but couldn't quite get over the edge. The thought of shooting cum down her throat and watching her swallow my cream was exciting, but I was afraid she wouldn't like it, and at that age I was too shy to ask. Then she took me out of her mouth and applied her lips to the front of my cock, right below the head. Five strokes was all it took--I thought I'd never stop coming. There was a river of semen from my navel to my chest; Leslie lapped up every drop and said "Yum". I never had that problem again, but Leslie continued to use that technique, and when Joan discovered it I was overcome with a rush of memories and Leslie's name slipped out. "Anyway, I don't usually talk like this," Leslie was over by the mirror and her voice was muffled, "I guess it's the wine. And the anniversary bit set me off. That and the fact that I'm hornier than a cat in heat--I haven't got laid in six months." Joan laughed. "Oh, come on!" "Don't I wish--I've just been working too hard. I make a point of never screwing clients or colleagues, and lately I haven't seen anybody else. I've been buttering my own bagel since April, if you know what I mean." "Mmmmm. . . polishing the pearl, eh?" They both burst into giggles. "Yeah, petting my kitty every night. And as much as I enjoy ladyfingers in cream--" more giggles-- "it does get a little old. But I'm off to Paris on Wednesday. Those Frenchmen better be eating their oysters--and they better get ready to eat mine!" "Well, you know. . . " Joan and Leslie seemed to have moved farther from my spyhole and were talking more softly. I could only hear a few phrases and frequent bursts of laughter. ". . . no pressure. . . sort of an anniversary present. . . I'd love to. . . see his face--and. . ." I gave up, pushed the flange back against the wall and went back to the table. The girls joined me a minute later, looking pleased with themselves. They were quieter as we finished our dessert and coffee than they had been during dinner, but every few minutes they would look at each other and giggle. I got the check and paid, and we headed for the door. Joan stepped in between Leslie and I, linking arms with both of us. "Why don't you come to our place and have a soak in our new hot tub?" she asked Leslie. "That sounds great--but I wouldn't want to keep Dave up past his bedtime." Leslie chuckled. "Oh, Dave's always willing to be kept up." They leaned their heads together and laughed. So fifteen minutes later I was on the deck behind our house, slipping into the warm water. A moment later Joan and Leslie emerged from the little dressing room we built when we put in the tub. They were the most beautiful pair of opposites you can imagine: Joan tall, slim, blonde, with generous pink nipples on her large, firm breasts, and delicate golden fleece between her thighs; Leslie short, compact, curvy, with smaller breasts and brown nipples, and a luxuriant black bush below her belly. My delight must have shown on my face, because they smiled in unison as they joined me in the tub. Joan hit the button that turned on the whirlpool, and the water bubbled up around us. Then she and Leslie slid around the tub toward me, and suddenly I felt two pairs of breasts pressing against me, two sets of lips kissing my face, and two hands groping at my cock. I wasn't completely surprised, but I hadn't really dared to hope for this. I made a half hearted attempt to play it cool, but my cock is always honest, and it sprang to attention in seconds. I gave in and began kissing and groping back. We spent a few minutes kissing and feeling each other up, then climbed out of the tub onto the carpeted deck. I hesitated, and then found myself pushed down on my back, two warm bodies on top of me. At first they were all over me, then they slid down my belly, and before I knew it, Joan was licking the head of my cock while Leslie took my balls in her mouth and rolled them around with her tongue. I closed my eyes and gave in to the feeling, as a finger probed gently into my asshole and another flicked at my left nipple. I just let it happen. Hands and lips and tongues were all over me, and it seemed that every nerve on my body was directly wired to my cock, which felt like a rocket about to lift off. And the it was happening, and I opened my eyes to see two heads, one blonde, on brunette, bent over my groin, Joan's mouth on one side of my cock and Leslie's on the other, their tongues thrust out to catch the semen that gushed from it, sucking up the white cream, licking it off the tip of my member, their tongues battling for each drop. And then licking it off each other's lips as I kept coming and it dripped from their mouths and ran down their chins. And then they were kissing each other, rolling off me onto the carpet, Joan touching Leslie's breast, Leslie stroking Joan's pubic hair. Leslie, I knew, had been with women before, Joan hadn't. I was all the more surprised to see Joan push Les down and swing around into sixty-nine position, then bury her face in Leslie's dark twat as Leslie fingered Joan's clit, then raised her head to lick it. I lay back and watched, stroking my cock and enjoying the wet slurping sounds and soft moans. I could see that Joan was tentative at first, but soon she was taking the lead, thrusting her fingers into Leslie’s cunt, then slipping one into her ass. Leslie whimpered and squirmed; I remembered how she used to yell when she came–with those thin dorm walls it could be embarrassing at breakfast the next morning. One time in particular, when she was on top, she collapsed on my chest as she finished, shouting, “Oh God, that’s the best fuck I ever had!” In the morning my next door neighbor Jack was in front of her in the cafeteria line. He scooped up a large spoonful of oatmeal and held it out to her. “Exactly how good was it?” he asked. Now she made as much noise as she could with her mouth filled with Joan’s cunt. Joan, who tends to be quiet in bed, was just licking and thrusting away. Finally Leslie threw her head back, thrust her hips up, and with a hoarse “Aaaaooohhh!” locked her ankles behind Joan’s head as she came. She barely caught her breath, then flipped Joan over and finished her off with a few licks–Joan broke her usual quiet habit by letting out a soft whinny as she came, then pulled Leslie up and kissed her. I slid over and put my arms around them both. We lay together for a few minutes, kissing and stroking each other. I noticed that my cock had come back to attention and was thrusting between their thighs. Joan’s hand found it and stroked it gently, then she pushed me away. She turned Leslie over so Leslie was lying on her back on top of Joan. Joan reached out and took my hand, pulling me on top of both of them. I realized what she was doing–it’s the classical Chinese position called “Two Dancing Phoenix Birds,” with a man and two women. Once, when we were looking at a book of Oriental erotic art, I pointed to it and said, “that looks like fun.” She said, “In your dreams.” Now my dreams were about to come true. I thrust into Leslie’s cunt as Joan played with Leslie’s nipples. Leslie growled and thrust back. I fucked her vigorously for a few strokes, then pulled out and moved down to Joan’s cunt. I suddenly became aware of the difference–Leslie was tighter, but Joan’s vaginal walls seemed to have more texture. Five thrusts into Joan and I moved back to Leslie. I alternated between them that way, enjoying myself but wondering if I could last long enough to satisfy both. I needn’t have worried. As my cock plunged into Leslie’s pussy, I felt Joan’s fingers busy on her clit and Leslie was coming, this time with a screech like a factory whistle. As soon as I felt her insides clutch at me, I pulled out and plunged into Joan–it only took three thrusts to bring her off, and then I was gushing sperm into her dripping hole. We gradually disentangled ourselves and crawled back to the hot tub. I put an arm around each of my wives. Both leaned close and whispered in my ears–“Happy Anniversary, darling.” Girl Talk This is my first-ever story submission. I'm eager to hear reactions, good or bad, but I hope you'll be gentle. It was one of those sticky summer nights, typical in my hometown in August, but premature for early June. The air barely moved and clung to our skins as we lazed on the back porch of my friend Meg's house. This was our first chance to really spend time together since we'd both come home from freshman years at college. We'd spent the day shopping for new swimsuits, and catching up on all the gossip with friends at the mall, then headed out to a local bar (now that we were miraculously legal), but got bored and headed to Meg's to talk in quiet. We were giggly but mellow from the joint we'd already shared, relaxed because her parents were away for the weekend and the house was ours. "I miss grade school," Meg fretted. "We had recess, and naps, and boys had cooties so we left them alone." I arched an eyebrow, laughing at her wisdom. "Boyfriend troubles?" Meg made a disgusted noise. "Craig is a perfect fucking gentleman...til he gets stoned enough." I waited for the revelation. "Then all he wants is to get off quick and get me home." She sipped her beer and frowned. "You mean he doesn't do anything for you?" "Nope...unless you count 'oh baby that's so good' and grunting a few times." We both laughed, but I could hear the bitterness in her voice. "But, sweetie, what do you do then?" I tried hard not to sound totally incredulous. Meg snickered and waved her fingers at me. "That sucks," I muttered. "Yeah," she replied. "If he wasn't my favorite supplier of all time I'd ditch him." The irony rolled over me and I laughed. "Oh, hell, Meg, you could buy all his stash and have enough left over to shop the entire mall! Move on and find someone who knows how to take care of his girl!" She stared at me with a curious mix of wistfulness and cynicism. "You're dreaming," she scowled. "Guys like that don't exist." I just stared at her for a moment, listening to the crickets' serenade beyond the screening, considering how to break it to her that her boyfriend was a self-centered prick. "Meg...honest, not all guys are like that. Donny taught me everything I know, for real." "And you know...what?" My turn to laugh. "I know how to give blowjobs that make him crazy...and how to make him wait and beg for more. And I know how to get the same from him so I'm happy too." Meg snorted. "Riiiight." I grinned and crossed my heart with my fingers. Meg stared. "Like, with his mouth???" "Donny's got great fingers too, but yeah, with his mouth." Funny how just thinking about him made me wet. Meg squished her empty can and scowled at me. "I think I hate you." We both laughed. Meg stood and moved to lock the porch door. "I'm ready to crash, how 'bout you?" I nodded and followed her inside. I grabbed my stuff and we headed upstairs to her room. Meg's home was a magnificent stone colonial; real colonial, almost 200 years old. The thick stone walls kept the house cool, even in this sweltering summer heat. The stairs creaked as we made our way to her room. The old-timey click of her door latch made me smile. We were safe and sound in her room, painted by the soft moonlight. Meg pulled off her T-shirt and slid out of her jeans, oblivious or indifferent to my presence. I pulled my sundress over my head and stepped out of my panties. We stood, gazing at each other, in the softly lit dimness. Meg sighed. "You're so damned lucky, having someone who pays attention to you." I shrugged. "I dunno if it's luck or what. I'd share him if I could, though." Meg looked at me and laughed. "Oh yeah, I can just see that." We both giggled. I stepped closer to her and brushed her cheek. "You're so pretty, I don't see how any guy could keep his hands off you." Meg smiled and turned her head to kiss my hand. "Explain that to Craig." Impulse control was never my strong suit. I was stunningly consistent tonight. I watched my fingers travel down Meg's neck and over her shoulder, trailing down her left breast. I cupped her tit in my hand and rubbed her nipple with my thumb. Meg shivered but didn't step away or stop me. We stood there in the moonlight, connected by nothing more than skin and fingers for a hundred heartbeats. Meg sighed and her nipple contracted. She reached out to me and pulled me closer. A breath, a moment's hesitation, and my lips found hers. We kissed softly, slowly, and her hand settled at my waist, pulling me a little bit closer. We stood locked together for another hundred heartbeats and then she pulled away. I suddenly felt terribly alone...wet, wanting...wanting something alien, totally new and unexpected. I wanted to give Meg pleasure more than anything else I could imagine. I held my breath, waiting for her to push me away. She sighed and reached her hand out to me. "Show me......show me what he does to you...please?" The student becomes the teacher, just like that. Meg backed up to her bed and slid onto her back, still reaching out to me. I followed her and laid on my side, just a little apart from her. I reached out and teased her nipples with my fingers until they were both tight and hard, then trailed my fingers lower. I found her soft curls and raked my fingernails through them until she hissed and wriggled beneath me. I probed along the folds of her slit and she opened her legs for me. Again I stroked along her curls and she sighed softly. "Meg...are you really okay with this???" The last thing in the world I wanted to do was hurt our friendship. "God, yes! Please, just make me feel good!" Meg wriggled under my touch and I sent my conscience on a long vacation. I stretched out beside her and settled my left leg between hers, sliding my knee up to bump her crotch. She was damp and warm against me. I leaned close and caught her nipple between my lips, flicking the surface with my tongue. Meg whimpered softly. I traced patterns around the soft skin of her breasts with my tongue, teasing her nipples with occasional licks. I brushed my fingertips along her ribs and down along her hip, then lightly brushed the curls on her mound again. Meg shifted so she was fully on her back. I watched her face as I carefully probed between her wet pussy lips. Part of me was thrilled to be pleasuring her this way, but part of me was terrified I'd do something wrong. I knew what I liked when Donny did this to me, but would she like the same things in the same way? I held my hand against her crotch, cupping her for a moment, and she thrust her hips against me. I pushed my fingers tighter against her and spread her slippery lips open, scratching them lightly with my short fingernails. Meg sighed as I slipped inside, then gasped as my fingertip found her clit. I circled around it experimentally, and smiled as she whimpered when I found a really good place. I returned my mouth to her nipples and felt her shudder beside me. I tried flicking her clit and nipple at the same time and she moaned low in her throat. She reached her hand out to rest on my shoulder, her longer nails sometimes digging into my back. I began exploring the rest of her pussy, stroking along her labia, enjoying the stretchy feel of the skin, working closer and closer to her very wet hole. As I brushed my finger across her opening she hissed and arched her back, pushing herself onto me. I slid one finger inside her and began thrusting gently. Meg dug her fingers into my shoulder and whispered "Please, more." I added a second and then a third finger and pushed inside her. The walls of her pussy were snug and velvety, hot and wet. I worked my way inside her and felt her open then twitch around my curious fingers. The walls of her pussy trembled like a captive butterfly. In a curious moment of double vision I could see Donny doing this to me, and hoped I looked as sexy as Meg did. Meg moaned again and I started thrusting faster. I could hear her whisper "yesyesyes" and began to wonder when she'd draw blood from my shoulder. My arm began to feel a little sore, and I realized I'd told her about more than just Donny's hands on me. I kissed my way around her breasts then slowly kissed down along her hip and over her damp curls. Meg slid up as I crawled down her body to the end of the bed. Our eyes locked as I moved to kneel between her legs and I grinnedat her, licking my lips. Her smile was a little glazed-over, and she blew me a kiss. I settled myself between her legs. Her pussy was right in front of my face. I took a curious breath...she smelled musky and warm, and just a little bit like the creek water we'd gone swimming in earlier...earthy but clean. I placed my fingers on either side of her pussy, catching her labia with my thumbs and pulling her open. Her clit glistened in the moonlight. For a moment I just held her open, and blew gently on her moist skin. She moaned and pushed towards me. I opened my mouth and fastened on her clit, making her yelp and squirm in surprise. "Oh god, that's so good!" I could feel her thighs trembling along my arms. I began licking and sucking her clit, quickly finding the places just like my own that felt the best, or too much, or not enough. I licked all over, dancing around and teasing her a little bit. I nibbled on her lips and licked down to her dripping hole. She screamed when I pushed inside her with my tongue. I tried tongue-fucking her a little bit, but she was so slippery with our mixed juices that I couldn't really get very far. I began licking her in long broad strokes from her hole to her clit and she started a soft, steady moaning. I realized I could happily go on and on like this, but more than anything I wanted to make her cum, maybe make her scream again like before. I fastened my lips to her clit, flicking it and finding those really good places again. I shifted a little bit to my side so I could drive my fingers into her at the same time. Meg started panting and fucking back at me, muttering "oh god oh god oh god." A few more deep strokes with my fingers and her clit bloomed in my mouth, going hard and then pulsing wildly. At the same time the walls of her pussy squeezed my fingers hard and her legs went rigid. Meg rewarded me with a long scream just as her hole flooded with juices. I thrust inside her with my fingers, fighting against her muscles for a few strokes, until she grabbed me by the wrist and pushed us apart. I let go of her clit and rolled away. She stared at me, wild-eyed, then began to laugh giddily as she pulled me close. "Jesus, that's incredible!" she exclaimed once she could find her voice again. "I told you so," I answered, more than a little pleased with myself. Meg pulled me close and gave me a long, soft kiss. She pulled away and smiled. "Is that what I taste like?" I nodded my head, then reached down to drag my finger along her sopping pussy, making her gasp. I rubbed the wetness across her lips then whispered "It's even better firsthand," making her giggle. "This is better than kindergarten," she chuckled. "Now I know what 'who needs boys?' is really all about." We both laughed and then yawned. We fell asleep exchanging little kisses, tangled together. Girl-Talk "So you never do it then?" "Do what," Jane said, twisting the olive around in her third martini of the evening. "I don't know what you're talking about, Rachel." "Oh come on, you know exactly what I'm talking about," Rachel, she having had more Cosmopolitans than she could count. "You know, when you're on the road and you are feeling lonely and, you know, horny...Don't tell me you never touch yourself, down there." Rachel, leaning forward across the table so as not to be heard over the din of the crowded hotel bar, looked slightly comical. Her face was flushed in a mixture of intoxication and sexual euphoria over the building sexual conversation she was having with a woman she had only met that day at the trade show. Rachel was a vice president of a large pharmaceutical company in New York City and had met Jane, a sales rep from a 70-year old Midwestern HMO. The moment she met Jane, she could tell by her cheap suit and wholesome goodiness that she was a woman ripe for excitement; something different a new that could open new doors for her. Jane, on the other hand, was taken aback by the brashness of this high-powered woman. She barked orders to her underlings and signed at least two multi-million dollar deals with major drug companies that day alone. Sent by doctors at her hospital, Jane would be happy to return to the Minneapolis suburbs with a couple of brochures for cheap medicines. They met while waiting in line to talk to a syringe manufacturer and instantly struck up a conversation about how excruciating these trade shows could be. After chatting in line about work and careers, the two decided to blow off the rest of the show curriculum and take in an early dinner. A bottle of wine at dinner turned into three, which led to drinks at the bar, which led to Rachel grinning at Jane across the table and asking her the most intimate of questions. "Well, I kind of grew up in a religious household," Jane said, feeling the color rise in her cheeks. Despite herself, this randy talk before a relative stranger was making her squirm in her chair. "It's not that I never tried to or never wanted to. I mean I read all those articles in the woman's magazines on how women should take, err, matters into their own hands, but to tell you the truth, I never really understood what the big deal was." Rachel leaned back, looking totally shocked. Who was this little miss goody two shoes? She didn't think people like this really existed, other than on Little House on the Prairie. "You've got to be kidding me," she said, finishing her martini. "You've never masturbated, ever? I mean never, not even once?" "I've tried a couple of times, you know they say its good for reliving stress or menstrual cramps," Jane said, blushing another three shades of crimson. "I don't know, my mother stuck the idea in my head that my dead grandmother was up in heaven watching me when I'm alone in bed." Rachel doubled over and started giggling uncontrollably. The couple at the next table over looked over in amusement as she nearly fell out of her chair and knocked two classes onto the floor, spilling Jane's drink onto a potted palm plant. Jane looked on extremely puzzled as to why her mother's words could be so funny to this woman. As she slowly recovered with an audible snort through her nose, Rachel leaned forward over the table, close to Jane's face. "Jane, have you ever had an orgasm before, in your whole life, I mean?" The younger woman looked shocked momentarily, but then determined to show this big shot power chick that she was no country bumpkin. "Yes, of course I have, I'm not a child," Jane said, puffing out her chest and straightening her shoulders. "All the time, lots of them, lots and lots..." Jane's voice trailed off as she lost momentum and looked off into space, lost in a moment. Rachel was skeptable. "Ok, when was the last time you had one, when you really came hard. One of those orgasms that shakes your whole body and makes you squeal like a little girl? Jane thought for a moment, started to reply and then looked down at her spilled drink, like she was concentrating on an algebra problem. "Well, there was my boyfriend in college," she said, suddenly enlightened. "Brad Lynch. He was great, he made me squeal. He even put his face down there and everything." "My, that sounds really exciting," Rachel patronized. "And how long ago did Brad and his super tongue get you off." "Not that long ago," Jane said, still trying to make her case. "It was my senior year. That was only three years ago." Jane felt her hollow words and suddenly felt like an insignificant hick on Wall Street. Rachel was right, although she really didn't want to admit it to herself. Besides, sex wasn't that important, any way. She was engaged to a resident at the hospital who was in line to take over the entire radiology department. He was a good man who was going to build her a new house in Saint Paul, if the bank came through on the loan. It really didn't matter that her sex life with him basically consisted of a few rough thrusts and a kiss on the cheek before he passed out. "That's unbelievable, Jane," Rachel said, really feeling empathy for this poor girl. "I can't remember going longer than a couple of weeks without a good cum. God, how can you stand it?" She once went a whole month without a good cum because an article in Vanity Fair said sexual frustration could actually raise your IQ. In the end it was easier to be sweaty, happy and stupid than smart, crabby and frustrated. "This may come as a huge shock for you," Jane said, signaling the waitress for another round. "But there are some people in this world whose lives don't revolve around S-E-X." As soon as she spelled it she wised she hadn't; how much more naive could she sound? Rachel of course burst out laughing like a lunatic and snorting though her nose. "Well, this may be a shock for you," Rachel said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "But some people think that S-E-X can be really F-U-N!" Jane rolled her eyes as the waitress saved her from further humiliation. When both women ordered another round, the tired waitress looked at her watch and eyed Jane, whose head was beginning to bob and weave in intoxication. She informed her that this was absolutely the last round for her and that the hotel bar would be closing in fifteen minutes. "By the way," the waitress said, wiping up the table. "Hopefully my husband will still be awake when I get home so I don't have a little F-U-N by myself." Jane and Rachel burst into giggles that would put junior high cheerleaders and with a wink, the waitress was gone to retrieve their drinks. When the laughter subsided, Jane fell serious again and removed her fogged up glasses. "To tell you the truth," she said, wiping them on her silk blouse. "I sometimes feel really cheated, you know, you read all those romance novels and see all those women in the movies having these earth-shaking climaxes. They scream at the top of their lungs like they are going to die it feels so good. I've had little happy quivers and warm feelings, but never anything like that at all." Rachel smiled at her innocent new friend, with so many possibilities gone unfulfilled. "I don't think you've really had a really good cum at all. You seem like you are missing out on one of the greatest things about being a beautiful, feminine creature. An orgasm is so incredible and liberating. For something like twenty seconds, you can leave your body and float to a place called bliss. And bliss is such a wonderful, beautiful place." "This is my kind of girl talk," the waitress said, returning with her tray. "Mind if I join you for last call? This place has been such a zoo and my feet are absolutely killing me." "The more the merrier," Rachel said going for her wallet. "I'm Rachel, and this is my inexperienced new friend Jane. She's never had an orgasm before." "Rachel!" Jane gasped, her hand flying up to her mouth. "How can you talk like that to her? We've never even met...besides, I have too!" Both women laughed at Jane's shocked display. "Well, Jane is it? Tell me this," the waitress said drinking down half of Jane's cocktail. "Have you ever cum so hard that your toes curl and your whole body feels like it is on fire?" "Well, no, but..." "Then you've probably never had an orgasm then, a good one anyway," the Waitress smiled and clinked glasses with Rachel. "That's really a shame, girlfriend. My name's Andrea by the way." As Rachel produced a twenty to pay for the drinks, Andrea waved her off, saying that anyone who's suffered as long as poor Jane deserves a free round. After exchanging pleasantries, Andrea revealed that she was a law student at near by University of Georgia and she wasn't planning on pursuing a career in dark sweaty bars. "Ok, fine so I don't have orgasms," Jane said, pushing her short blond bob behind her ears. Jane was petite, around five feet two and still looked like the cheerleader that always was on top of the pyramids in high school. "Maybe I'm not missing them." "Oh you're missing them," Andrea said, her words slurring slightly thanks to the five or so drinks she had had during her shift. "Usually I get home around three in the morning and my fiancée is already asleep. I don't want to wake him, so I like to plop down in his easy chair and put my vibrator through the paces before turning in. Once I have an orgasm, sometimes it takes two or three, all the stress and tension of work and school are gone and I can just go in and drop dead into sleep. Then I wake up in the morning fresh and ready to go." Jane leaned back; her face screwed up in a mixture of arousal and confusion. How could this woman share something so private to her? "Getting off right before bed is sometimes an absolute necessity for me, Jane," Rachel said. "I live alone in Manhattan and I'd much rather just have a quick, pleasurable orgasm than call some guy I know or call in an escort or something. Once I have an intense climax, I like to fall asleep wherever I just got off. Sometimes I wake up, still naked with my fingers still in between my legs." Andrea and Rachel clinked glasses again, Andrea saying that waking up from a blissful sleep with your sexual scent still in the air was so stimulating. Jane was at an utter loss for words, her cheeks burning in the deepest blush of all time. Just then, the lights popped on and the bartender began ringing a bell, signaling that it was time for everyone to go home. "Tell you what, if you let me stay over tonight, I'll pull some strings and get us a bottle of the best tequila in the bar." Andrea said, winking at Jane. "I'm free to go, and I don't think I'm in any shape to be driving." Jane and Rachel agreed that it didn't make much sense for anyone to be driving anywhere. Since Rachel was the one with the room in that particular hotel, the three agreed to move to her room for a nightcap. Andrea disappeared to go clock out and thankfully for Jane, Rachel began to talk about how Andrea reminded her of her of an old college friend. Anything but more raunchy sex talk, Jane thought. Not that she was uneasy or couldn't handle big-girl talk, but she was starting to get more and more confused as to why talking with these two beautiful women was making her feel so turned on. She gazed at Rachel as she babbled on, slurring her words about her old friend. She really was pretty and definitely high-class, Jane thought. She longed to have a body like hers; tall and slim with breasts that were neither to large or too small for her frame. Hell, Jane would settle for her hair, long blond and shiny, her locks were tied up in a thick single braid behind her head. Rachel's face was flawless ­ she could have been in her mid twenties or late thirties; with that kind of beauty it was hard to tell. Jane also admired her fashion sense, wearing the latest Anne Taylor business suit that complimented her figure perfectly. She wondered what kind of underwear a woman like this would wear...Wait, why was she thinking about her underwear? Andrea reappeared, breaking Jane's trance. She had, indeed, produced an expensive bottle of tequila and shook it before her new friends like a trophy. Her waitress apron was gone, but she still had on the prerequisite button up white men's dress shirt and black bow tie. Andrea was probably in her early twenties, Jane thought, considering she was a law student at UGA. She was cute, in a little sister kind of way, with a tight, athletic body and long tresses of auburn curls. It was how this girl carried herself that made her attractive, exuding self-confidence and youthful exuberance. Rachel squealed with glee at the tequila trophy and gulped down the last of her martini and told the other women to follow her. Jane followed the other two girls, now both giggling like excited schoolgirls through the elegant hotel lobby and into the brass elevator. She wasn't sure if the funny feeling in the pit of her stomach was queasiness caused by all the liquor or nervous anticipation. No surprise, Rachel's room was on the top floor and the tipsy women followed her past the sign pointing toward the executive suites. Jane couldn't get over the opulence of the hallway alone. It kind of put the Red Roof Inn she was stuck in to shame. Rachel stopped at the presidential suite, fished in her purse for the key card, and scurried through the door. The elegant suite overwhelmed Jane. The room was really three rooms joined together, with a 15-foot boardroom table and several overstuffed leather couches. She ran through to explore more, finding the largest fruit basket she had ever seen, a chandelier worth at least ten thousand dollars and the master bedroom, complete with a queen-sized bed bigger than her first apartment. Jane returned to the living area, to find Rachel kicking off her pumps and Andrea opening the huge bay windows. The view of downtown Atlanta was breathtaking. "I've worked in this god damn hotel for two years and I've never been in any of the rooms," Andrea said, removing her own shoes and sitting one of the sofas to massage her toes. "God, what a room, Rach. You executive live hard, don't you." "Live hard and play hard, my dear," Rachel said, pulling the hem of her skirt up a bit, revealing white stockings and garter belts. Jane's mouth dropped upon viewing her sexy underthings. "God, I've been wanting to get these damn things off all day." Rachel unsnapped both fittings and unhooked the garters, and pealed her stockings down and off her legs. She looked over at Jane who was sitting with her legs tightly crossed and her mouth literally hanging open. "You looked shocked, Jane," she said, tossing her silk stockings into the corner, letting the garters hang loosely over her firm thighs before pressing her skirt back down into place. "Haven't you ever been to Victoria Secret before? They're much more comfortable than panty hose, let me tell you." "I've just never know anyone to ever garters before," Jane said, turning as Andrea pressed a shot glass full of golden liquid into her hand. "I wore them for some sorority dance once when everyone was supposed to dress like whores...a Mafia wedding or something...not that you look like a whore or anything." Andrea and Rachel burst into fits of laughter again. Jane blushed again and belted back her shot, wincing as the strong tequila burned down her throat. Andrea, after calming down, commented how her nylons were driving her crazy, too, and without celebration, reached up under her work skirt and pulled them down and off her legs. Jane quickly thanked god that she had gone barelegged that day. "Maybe I am a whore and you just don't know it, Janey," Rachel said, sitting down in a thrown-like chair and slouching down, showing both women her garters again. "I don't know about either one of you, but al this booze and chatting has got me all revved up. I know what I'm gonna do before I hit the sack tonight." "You and me both," Andrea said, putting back her own shot. Jane blinked and looked first at Andrea and then over to Rachel, who was sitting with her legs spread open, revealing black animal-printed panties. "What do you mean," Jane cautioned, crossing and uncrossing her legs, feeling wetness seep into her cotton panties like she had wet her pants. "You know, relieve some tension before I fall asleep," when Jane stared on without reaction, Rachel continued on, her hand sliding down her stomach and between her legs. "You know make myself come before I can relax. Oh...I'm all wet already." Andrea giggled on the couch, breaking the momentary silence. "How do you, um, I mean what do you...you know," Jane stammered, trying not to look either woman in the eye. "When you do it, I mean..." "How do I masturbate?" Rachel said firmly, as Jane died a life of embarrassment. "You really don't know how to do it, do you? Do you want me to show you?" Jane's face was so red she thought she might burst. She stared down at her feet and meekly nodded her head. She looked over at Andrea, whose freckled face smiled back. The younger girl shrugged. "You might as well learn sometime, Jane." She said. "I didn't know how to do it until I was around 16 and took horse back riding lessons at camp. I noticed that when the horse started galloping really fast and I pressed my crotch into the saddle, I could make myself feel really good inside. It felt really perverted and nasty to have an orgasm on a horse, so I waited until I got home that night and straddled the armrest on my mother's couch in just my panties. I noticed that if I ground my pussy against the fabric and leaned forward to grab the edge of the couch, you know, like riding a horse, I could make my self cum over and over again." As she spoke, Andrea pressed her thighs together and rubbed them up and down. Rachel refocused Jane's attention: "Jane, do you want me to show you how I have an orgasm," she said, her face glowing and her fingers already undoing the buttons on her blouse. "Because you too are making me as hot as a fire cracker. I'll go into the other room if you feel uncomfortable." Jane stared off into space, and in a creaky voice she told her that no, she should stay because she wanted to learn how she did it. Rachel didn't need any more encouragement, pulling her blouse open and shrugging it off her shoulders. Her zebra-print bra held her flawless breasts high up on her chest and as she stood up to unzip and step out of her skirt, Jane was awestruck by her beautiful body, not an ounce of fat could be seen anywhere. In just her bra panties and garter belt, Rachel slouched back down in the cushy chair and spread her legs wide. Her hands shot up to her full, heavy breasts. "I like to touch myself all over to get me aroused," Rachel breathed, her hands cupping and squeezing her breasts through the zebra-stripped material. "I'm ready to go now, though. See how my nipples get all hard and strain against my fingers when I pinch them...ohhh....pinch them not too hard, not too soft." Rachel gave both breasts a rough squeeze and bent forward to reach back and undo her bra clasp. Jane shifted in her seat, completely overwhelmed by the show before her. Letting her bra fall to the floor, Rachel's beautiful breasts were revealed in their full glory. Either she was crafted by an angel or had the best plastic surgeon money could buy, her breasts were magnificent. Two perfectly formed identical globes that seemed to defy gravity, and indeed her nipples were pointing out like pencil erasers. "I don't know about you guys, but my tits are so sensitive," she said, her hands moved back to the warm flesh of her breasts. "When I squeeze them like this, it's like an electrical charge shoots right down to my pussy. Mmm...I like to pull on my nipples a little like this...mmm." Girl-Talk Rachel's left hand, like it had a mind of it own, slowly traveled over her firm tummy, over the waistband of her zebra panties and pressed into the soggy silk between her legs. Her other hand alternated between both breasts, pinching her reddish nipples and tweaking her swelling chest. "When I'm ready, I push my panties down over my hips," Rachel said, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down to mid thigh. "It feels so sexy to have them just over my thighs, to feel the silky material against my skin. Then I reach down and stroke my inner thighs lightly with my fingertips. Ohh...the skin feels so smooth down here." Rachel, with her panties around her thighs, began rotating her hips, pressing her behind into the cushion of the chair, the straps of her garter belt swaying back and fourth over her hips. Jane's eyes were locked on Rachel's writhing form, her hands gripping her armrests so tightly her knuckles turned white. "I'm ready to touch my pussy now," Rachel cooed, her legs spreading wide, pushing her panties down around her ankles. "I try to gently touch my lips with my finger tips like this...so wet tonight...although I want more than anything to rub my clit hard...mmm...when I slide my fingers over my wet skin, I can feel my lips swelling up...mmm...I can see them turning red in the mirror when I'm at home." Rachel was now digging her nails into the flesh of her breasts and had her middle finger pressing against her vaginal opening, her other fingers spreading her inner lips wide open. To Jane, it looked almost like her vagina was opening up like a flower, wanting to suck her finger inside. She began to move her finger up and down, up and down along her wet slit, her juices glistening in the dim chandelier light. "Ohh...I can feel my clit getting hard...it wants me to rub it so bad...I must touch it, feel it...mmm...so good," Rachel gasped, her breath coming shallow and her fingers pulling at her nipples ecstatically. "So hot an wet...I rub in a circle, my clit is so hard...mmm...yeah.... I can feel it building inside..." Just then, Jane heard Andrea yelp to her right on the couch. She tore her eyes off of Rachel, whose finger was beginning to move a mile a minute over her wet clit. Jane was surprised to see that Andrea had folded a pillow between her legs and had her skirt hiked up around her waist. She was riding the pillow like a pony with her hands up her dress shirt, fondling her breasts. Andrea eyes were glued on Rachel, who now was lost in her own world of self-pleasuring her whole palm pressed into her crotch moving up and down at break-neck speed. Suddenly, Rachel's eyes flew open and her back arched, letting out a low groan. She forced her hand out between her legs and leaned back, her chest heaving. "Why did you stop," Jane whispered, her breath ragged. "You had to be close." "I was, oh yes I was," Rachel said, breathlessly. Both hands returned to her heaving breasts, now stroking lightly as her hips grinded down into her cushion. "I was nearly ready to come, but I want to have a teeth-chattering orgasm. If you delay your release, it feels so much better, right Andrea?" "No...fuck that," Andrea look so beautiful as she humped away at her pillow, her thighs clasped together. Her dress shirt was now wide-open showing off her athletic body and firm breasts. She had neglected to take off the black bow tie, making her look like a playboy bunny in the throws of passion. "I'm...mmm...not stopping...ohh...if you paid me...oh goddd..." Just then, Andrea squeezed her eyes shut and her face contorted into a pleasureful grimace as her back arched. She clamped her thighs even tighter together and silently screamed as her grimace turned into a smile, her eyes tightly shut. As wave after orgasmic wave pulsed through her, her whole body jerked spasmodically. Slowly her body slumped down into the sofa and her legs released their death grip on the pillow. "Whewww...I needed that," Andrea said, smoothing her skirt back down over her hips and pulling her shirt closed. "That was a toe curler." "You ain't seen nothing yet," Rachel said, her right hand returning back between her legs. "Now watch, Jane...I like to press one finger into my pussy about an inch...mmm...yeah...and then I rub my clit with my other hand like...this...mmm..." Both hands now between her legs, Rachel arched her back, lifting her behind off the chair and threw her head back. Her right hand began rubbing the inside of her vagina while the other concentrated on her clitoris, rubbing the little nub in tight little circles. "I can feel my spot!...oh god....mmm...OH GOD HERE IT COMES...AHHH!!!" Rachel shrieked, both hands rubbing rapidly in a blur and her beautiful breast arched so high they pointed at the ceiling. "I'M CUMMMINGG...AAAHHH!!! The muscles in her arms when tight as steel cables and every muscle in her body tensed as a tidal wave ripped through her and she screamed in ecstasy. Slowly, Rachel's muscles relaxed and she melted back down into the chair. Moments passed as both Andrea and Rachel panted and recovered from their powerful climaxes. Jane had not moved an inch and still painfully gripped her armrests as the two hot women panted around her. "That, Jane," Rachel said, now naked and smiling, save for her rumpled garter belt. "Is what I call bliss. I think its high time you experience what you've been missing for a while." Jane stood up and removed her suit jacket, steadying her swimming head on the armrest. "I think...I think...you are right." To Be Continued... Girl Talk Authors Note - This tale contains traces of D/S. If you don't like that sort of thing, don't bother with this one. Heather walked into the quiet little coffee shop that day to meet her best friend Shannon, noticing immediately that she had claimed a booth in the back. "Heather! I'm so glad you could come and meet me on such short notice! Please come and sit down." "No offense, Shannon, but this had better be as important as you said it was. I had to reschedule some very important meetings to come here today and my boss is oh, so pissed." "I'm sorry, dear. I really don't mean to be such a bother. It's just that something happened to me last night and I desperately need to talk to someone about it - someone I can trust to be very, very discrete. This is something I can't even talk to Tom about, so of course I turned to my best friend of twenty years." "Don't be silly, Shannon. Whatever is going on, I'm sure he would understand. Your husband absolutely worships the ground you walk on. You can talk to him about anything. You just need a little reassurance. When he comes back from his business trip . . ." "No, believe me, I can't talk to him about this." "But why not? What happened last night?" ". . ." "Come on, Shannon. Spill." ". . ." "Shannon, you'd better start talking fast. When you called me, I set my career back by three years and nearly got into two traffic accidents racing to come and be here for you. I'm going to be very annoyed with you if it turns out I did all of that for nothing." "Do you promise not to tell anybody?" "Of course, I do." ". . ." "Shannon . . ." "I cheated on Tom last night, Heather." "WHAT?!" "Shhhh! Will you keep your voice down please?" "Sorry, but I never imagined that I would hear you say such a thing. You and Tom always seemed so happy together, so madly in love. What happened? Are you two having some kind of trouble that I don't know about?" "That's just it. We're not! I still love him today as much as I did on the day I married him. I can hardly believe I did it, but I guess I just got swept away. It all happened so fast! Before I knew what was happening, I had been whisked halfway across town and taken to bed by someone other than my spouse." "Wow." "Exactly. That's why I can't talk to Tom about this! How can I tell the man I love and cherish more than life itself that I was so willing to jump into bed with someone else the minute his back was turned? Especially when I can't figure it out myself!" "Well, what exactly happened?" "Do you remember how I called you up last night? Said I was bored with sitting around all alone at home while Tom was gone and how I wanted to go out and do something? I suggested that we go out and get a bite to eat and then go see that new play they were putting on down at the community theater." "Sure, I remember. I couldn't go with you because I had a date with Mark. I told you I just couldn't bring myself to break the date because I felt guilty over how many times I'd had to cancel on him lately because of the endless disasters at my office." "Right. Well, I just couldn't bear another night of sitting around the house and so I went out anyway. I got tickets to that show, but when I saw that I was a couple of hours early, I decided to go over to this cozy little pub I'd noticed just down the street to have a few drinks." "Wait, I think I've seen this movie before. Is this the one where the heroine gets blind drunk one evening and then wakes up with some strange man the next morning?" "No, not exactly." "Then, what did happen?" "I was sitting at this little table and minding my own business, nursing a drink and reading this paperback I'd brought, okay? I'd dressed up a little since I was going out, done my hair and make up, you know, and evidently I caught someone's eye. You should have seen him, Heather. He was fat and had this terrible comb over, but he was clearly convinced that he was God's gift to women. He stank of booze, too." "Yeah, I know that kind of guy all too well. Thank God I finally found a sweetheart like Mark." "Anyway, he must have hit on me a thousand times and let me tell you, he had the cheesiest pick-up lines ever! Naturally, I told him that I was married, waved my wedding ring in his face, and kept telling him I wouldn't be interested if he was the last man on earth, but he simply would not leave me alone. I was beginning to think I would have to leave just so I could get away from the guy, but I then I was suddenly rescued." "A knight in shining armor?" "Something like that. From out of nowhere, this hand lands heavily on the creep's shoulder and a deep, husky voice tells him to beat it. Let me tell you, Heather, the guy took one look back at who it was, went white as a sheet, and almost tripped over his own feet trying to get away as fast as he could." "So then I'm guessing your hero was the muscle bound weightlifter type? That bar's bouncer, maybe?" "Nope. As a matter of fact, it was a woman!" "Huh?" "That's right - a woman. Apparently she's pretty well known in there and the bar flies have figured out that they do not want to mess with her." "So, this woman rescued you just in time for you to meet that man you cheated on Tom with?" "No." "What? Did she introduce you to the guy, then?" "No, again." "What then, Shannon?" "Heather, that woman is who I spent last night with." "What?! You slept with another woman?!" "Yes, I did. Now, will you please keep your voice down." "But you couldn't have slept with a woman, Shannon. You're not a lesbian." "I know, Heather, and yet I did. Trust me, I know because I was there." "But how on earth did it happen?" "Well, first, let me tell you about this woman. Heather, she was fabulous! From the first moment I laid eyes on her I thought she was spectacular! And remember, this was before I was even considering having sex with her." "Why? What was the big deal about this girl?" "Her face was unforgettable. She had this sort of swarthy complexion, you know, full lips, and the most startlingly blue eyes I've ever seen, all framed by an incredible mane of curly and jet black hair. She didn't have that kind of super model, movie star beauty, but she was still the most gorgeous woman I've ever met." "Interesting." "The impression I got, fairly or not, was that she had some Italian blood in her. There was just something about her face that reminded me of the ones on all those classical statues of the old Roman goddesses. She . . . Hey! What's so funny?" "Oh, nothing, I guess. It's just that I've heard of girls saying their guy was built like a Greek god, but never that a woman was as beautiful as a Roman goddess." "Well, like I said, that was the impression I got." "Okay, okay. So what else? What was she wearing?" "She was dressed in black leather - soft, supple and so form fitting that it looked as if it had been painted on her." "Leather? Kinky." "What was that?" "Oh, nothing, Shannon." "She was wearing this incredible bustier. It was strapless so her shoulders were left bare, and it had lacing up both sides under her arms. There were some vividly red floral accents along the front that I just know where only there to draw the eye to her cleavage, but let me tell you that this woman needed no help in that regard. She had this incredible pair of big, full boobs, you see, and that bustier pushed them up and out." "So, she had some huge tits, huh?" "Well, not porn star big, but they were pretty generously sized, yeah." "Okay, got it. Carry on." "Well, her pants seemed incredibly tight, forming themselves to every fluid curve of her long legs and sculpted bottom . . ." "Shannon?" ". . ." "Shannon!" "What? Huh?" "Talk now, fantasize later." "Oh, sorry, Heather. Um, where was I?" "Tight pants." "Oh, yeah! Get this, she also wore a belt that was decorated with little silver studs. The buckle was silver too, but was inlaid with a big piece of turquoise. On her feet were an incredible pair of boots with zippers up the sides and these tall, almost stiletto heels." "Wow. I could never wear shoes like that. Really high heels are just too uncomfortable and it's so hard to keep your balance on them." "Well, I'm guessing she's had a lot of experience at it. They certainly didn't seem to be causing her any discomfort and she was able to move around with complete confidence and the utmost grace." "So, bustier, tight pants, belt and boots, leather and all in black. Anything else?" "A black leather jacket, decorated with a short fringe." "She sounds like a member of a biker gang." "Actually, she said she was an attorney, if you can believe that." "A lawyer?! Who goes out for a night on the town dressed up like that?!" "Uh-huh. Oh, and she had on only one piece of jewelry - a sterling silver crucifix hung around her neck by a chain. That chain was just long enough to let that shiny little cross nestle right in her cleavage." "Okay, I think I've got the picture now. She was an incredible looking woman and she was dressed to kill. So let's get back to your story now, okay? I'm dying to find out how this woman was able to turn my happily married and completely heterosexual best friend into an adulterous lesbian." "Oh . . ." "Sorry." "No, it's all right, Heather. It's the truth, after all. I'm a cheater now. But I'll tell you something - the sex was the best I've ever had! It was just so intense and intimate. It was . . . it was . . ." "Yes?" "It was . . . it was . . . indescribable." "Uh-huh. Did you manage to get her name?" "She said her name was Rose, but she didn't offer a last name." "Hmmm! How mysterious!" "Well, I can't tell you how delighted I was when she got rid of that creep who had been hassling me. She may have been able to scare that drunk so much that he almost peed his pants, but she was nothing but warm and friendly with me. At that moment, I was so happy to be rid of that guy that I offered to buy her a drink and invited her to join me at my table. She accepted both and sat down." "You just invited a perfect stranger to join you just like that?" "Of course. On the one hand, I was a bit concerned that guy might return if my guardian angel left me alone again, while on the other, I was very curious about this woman. What had she done, or what could she do that would send a man running for his life when he earned her glare?" "From the sound of it, she must be a very dangerous woman." "You have no idea. Anyway, that hint of danger only made me more interested in her." "How about that. Some girls go for the bad boys. You go for the bad girls." "I guess so." "And what did you find out?" "She's got a black belt in karate. She didn't give too many details - as a matter of fact, she seemed a little embarrassed to talk about her heroics - but apparently she stepped in to help a few months ago when a woman was being molested in that place. That guy wasn't as smart as my admirer and actually picked a fight with her. Rose wiped the floor with that jerk." "Man, this woman really is dangerous! I have to say, Shannon - you sound awfully proud of your girlfriend." "Don't call her that! It was just a one-night stand sort of thing. I'll probably never see her again. But why shouldn't I be proud? With absolutely nothing to gain, Rose put her own safety at serious risk to defend a woman who was being assaulted! That's definitely behavior that should be admired." "Okay, okay." "So, we're sitting there, sipping our drinks and talking about everything under the sun and before you know it, we're like old friends getting reacquainted after a long separation. She was so smart and so friendly and it was just so easy to talk to her! The time simply flew by and before I knew it I had completely missed the opening act of that play I had been going to see at the community theater." "You mean after buying your ticket, you didn't get to see the show?! Were you able to get your money back?" "Focus, Heather. We're talking about me and Rose right now." "Sorry." "Anyway, all through the conversation, I kept getting distracted." "Distracted? How do you mean?" "Well, one moment I would be listening to her tell some story, but then I completely lose track of the conversation and drift off into my own little dream world. Sometimes, I would catch the glint of light reflecting off that little crucifix and would stop for a bit to admire it. The effect was actually kind of hypnotic, you know? Other times, I would be admiring her face. Like I said before, it was as 'interesting' as it was beautiful and I found it completely fascinating. And don't even get me started on those incredible eyes . . ." "So, let me see if I understand this. You spent the whole time either gazing deep into her eyes or into the depths of her cleavage!" "Will you please keep your voice down! But yes. Sort of. I got so lost at one point that she had to snap her fingers in my face to wake me up." "Let me guess: Seeing you get all dreamy over her and staring at her tits, she somehow got the impression that you were romantically interested in her." "Yeah." "How odd that she would get that impression. And were you romantically interested in her?" ". . . maybe." "Shannon!" "You have to understand that I wasn't really aware of it at the time, Heather. I mean, had anybody asked me, I would have still claimed that I was a one hundred percent heterosexual woman who was happily married and had no interest whatsoever in committing adultery. As I look back now though, I guess it is pretty clear that I was very attracted to Rose. It must have been so very obvious to her, as well. I must have made such a fool of myself over this woman." "How did she react to it?" "Looking like she does? Dressed like she was? I'm sure she's used to having people drooling over her. She was cool with it." "Sorry, that was kind of a dumb question. Considering that you two ended up sleeping together, I suppose it's pretty safe to assume that she liked it." "She did start flirting with me at about that point. Nothing overtly sexual, though, so I told myself she was just being sweet when she started talking about how nice I looked and all of that. I was eager to respond in kind and couldn't stop talking about how wonderful and gorgeous she was. As a matter of fact, in the end, I think it was me who really turned the conversation in a sexual direction." "So, you were finally starting to figure out what was going on?" "Slowly, but surely. Still, it was kind of a shock to have her leaning forward over the table to talk to me in soft, hushed tones, depositing all of that cleavage right in front of my eyes, and to realize that I was leaning towards her as well, sort of trying to get closer to her over that little table. She reached out with one hand to play with my hair a little and then to stroke my face, but I didn't really stop deluding myself that this was all perfectly innocent until her other hand reached across to cup one of my tits." "Oh, my God! She grabbed your boob? Right there in a public bar? Right in front of everyone?! No way!" "Yes, way." "So what did you do then?" "Well, I was pretty shocked at first and it must have shown. I distinctly remembering her laughing at me just a little. However startled I might have been though, I was too fascinated by this incredible woman to even think about getting away from her now. When I didn't try to escape, she knew without question that I was her's for the taking. More importantly, so did I." "What happened next?" "She hesitated a moment, I guess to let me calm down and figure things out . . ." "Also probably to enjoy the feel of your breast!" ". . . and then she started to unbutton my blouse." "Ack!" "Heather? Are you okay? Don't forget to breathe." "Are you seriously telling me this woman started to undress you right there in front of everyone?!" "If you don't start keeping your voice down, I'm not going to tell you anything!" "Sorry." "But, no, she didn't undress me. Not really. All she did was open the top couple of buttons so that she could see my chest and just the tiniest bit of my boobs and the bra I was wearing. I show lots more than that without any problem whatsoever whenever I put on my bikini, but I felt so utterly and completely naked at that moment. I didn't resist her though and just waited with baited breath for her to tell me whether or not she liked what she was seeing." "I think I can guess what the verdict was." "Yes. I can't even begin to express how overjoyed I was when she smiled and said, 'Nice.' I mean, the happiest day of my life has always been the day Tom and I got married, but that's all changed now. I . . . Um, Heather?" ". . ." "Heather?" "Yeah?" "I'm up here, Heather. What are you doing - looking at my boobs?" "Uh, yeah, I guess so. Sorry about that. It's only because we've been doing so much talking about them, you know? It's pretty obvious what kind of feelings the memories of last night are stirring up inside you though." "What do you mean . . . Whoops! Sorry, I didn't even realize that I had the ol' high beams on." "Don't worry about it. I'm actually kind of enjoying . . . Uh, I mean, what happened then?" "That hand she had in my hair? She used it to pull me across to her and kissed me hard full on the mouth." "From that dreamy look on your face, I'm guessing it was good?" "Fireworks! I just melted." "Wow." "And then she just announces that we're going back to her place. I mean, she didn't invite me to go home with her, she didn't ask if I would like to go home with her. She just told me that we were going to her place. Just like that. Like I had no say in the matter whatsoever." "Did you?" "No, I guess I didn't really. At that moment, I was only too happy to agree. If I'd only known where she lived, I think I might have grabbed her and broken every traffic law there is to get us there as fast as possible. I was simply aching to be with this woman." "But what about Tom?" "In all honesty, I never thought about my husband even once. I was just consumed with desire for Rose and nothing else mattered but her." "Man, I wish I could have that kind of power over someone. Even if it was just for one day!" "You'd like to spend some time dominating Mark, huh?" "Who?" "Mark. Your boyfriend." "Oh, Mark! Oh, yes! That's who I was thinking about. Mark. Of course, I mean who else could I have possibly been thinking about." "I'm sure I have no idea. No idea at all. So anyway, Rose took me by the hand and started to lead me towards the exit and the parking lot. Well, you'll never believe this, but that's exactly the moment when I start to regain my grip on reality. I don't know, maybe it was because I could suddenly feel my wedding ring pressing against my fingers when she gave my hand a little squeeze." "Yep. That could probably do it." "All of a sudden the full weight of what I was about to do landed on me. I have a good marriage and a happy home! Why would I want to put everything I have at risk just because this woman wanted to get laid tonight? I mean, like you said before, I'm not even a lesbian!" "Exactly!" "But when I looked at her, I could feel my resistance slipping away. I can't imagine how she suddenly got so much power over me, but I knew that all she had to do was give me a wink and I would still put out for her even then. I knew my only recourse was to get away from her and fast." "So . . ." "So, I jerked my hand out of her's and made a dash for the door. Once I was out in the parking lot and a little ways from the building, I slowed it down to a very fast walk. She wasn't a rapist, I reasoned. Surely she would get the message that I wasn't interested anymore and not come chasing after me." Girl Talk "Besides which, I can't imagine how anybody could run in those high heeled boots you were describing." "Right! But just as I was passing between this beat up old truck and one of those big, ugly conversion vans, she was suddenly there! I was breathing so heavily, my heart was pounding so hard over my narrow escape . . ." ". . . and the opportunity you had just squandered . . ." ". . . that I never even heard her coming. She grabs me by the wrist, swings me around, and shoves me hard up against the side of that big van. I was caught so off guard by her sudden appearance, I was so stunned to suddenly find myself crashing into that van, that I swear to you that I didn't know which way was up for a few moments. And that was all the time Rose needed." "For what? What did she do?" ". . . she ravished me." "Ravished?" "She sort of had her body pressed up against mine so that I was pinned there. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue going right down my throat. One of her hands found my tit again and held on to it tightly, but her other hand lost no time in finding it's way down the front of my slacks and right into my panties." "She fingered you!? Right there in a public parking lot?! Oh, my God! How on earth did you react to that?" "By having the biggest orgasm of my entire life." "Oh, my, God." "Yeah." "I'm your best friend, I've known you forever, and yet I never would have guessed you'd have been even a little into exhibitionism. It's obvious you had a good time though. Look at you, your face is all flushed, your breathing hard . . ." "Well so are you, Heather. And talk about the high beams! No, it's no use getting all embarrassed and trying to cover them up now - I've already seen them. Maybe I shouldn't finish this story if it's having that strong an effect on you." "No, no. I'm dying to hear what happened after you got fucked in front of the whole world." "It wasn't like that exactly. Remember that Rose and I were in between those two big vehicles. I managed to have a look around in the aftermath. We were sort of, but not entirely out of sight in there from the road and the bar both. If someone was going to watch us, they would have to get themselves in just the right place." "And considering the show you two put on at that table in the bar, I'll bet those people were climbing all over each other in front of the windows, trying to find the best view of the show you two were putting on." Yeah, probably. It's so humiliating to think of all of those people watching as that woman had her way with me. But . . ." "But?" "But it's also kind of . . . hot." "Adultery, lesbianism, submissiveness, exhibitionism . . . Is there no end to the surprises you have for me today? So what happened then?" "Well, now that she was confident that she had full control over me again, Rose took me by the hand again and led me away. I figured that I would get into my car, she would get into her's, and I would follow her back to her place. It was not to be, though. When we arrived at the side of my car, I tried to stop but she just pulled me right on by it. That's when I realized that she wanted me to ride back to her place with her." "Probably she was afraid that if she let you spend a little time alone in your car, you'd start thinking about Tom again and run off." "Maybe." "Or, perhaps she just wanted to fuck you in her car, too. Oh, quit blushing, Shannon! If you're happy to get fingered in front of who knows how many people in a parking lot, I can't imagine you would be shy about doing it in the back seat of some car. So, what did this outrageously sexy lawyer drive, anyway? Some high powered little sports car?" "Nope." "No? Well, I'm not buying that the conversion van belonged to her. What did she drive then?" "A motorcycle!" "What?!" "Honest to God, Heather, she led me straight to this huge, powerful looking motorcycle. It had a huge engine, those long front forks, lots of gleaming chrome . . ." "So, she wasn't a member of a biker gang, but she was still a biker chick." "I guess so. Let me tell you, Heather, that riding that beast was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my entire life. You wouldn't believe what it feels like to have something so powerful vibrating between your legs. I think I had another orgasm just from riding behind her!" "It does sound exciting, but I'm not sure I would have had the nerve to ever get on one of those things, especially as a passenger. I'd be terrified of falling off!" "It was a little scary - I don't deny that. The fear only added to my excitement though. Besides, riding behind her like that gave me the opportunity to press myself right up against her from behind. I wrapped my arms around her middle good and tight, laid my head on her back, and kept my eyes squeezed shut for the whole ride. It was terrifying, yes, but it also had me more aroused and ready to go than ever!" "And did you try anything on that wild ride?" "Well . . . yeah. I mean, considering that I was pressed into her so tightly, my nose was filled with a heady mixture of aromas from leather to sweat to perfume, and there were so many good vibrations coming from down below, not to mention the exhilaration of that terrifying ride, I just could not resist." "Come on, then. Spill! What did you do?" "When we stopped at this intersection stop light and I felt a bit more secure in loosening the veritable death grip I had on her, I sort of let one hand stray down between her legs." "Wow! And how did the dominatrix react to that?" "She pulled my hand right out of there and put it back where it had come from. Then Rose reached back, gave me a stinging slap on the thigh, and told me that I would have to wait for that sort of thing until we got back to her place." "Kind of like a strict teacher rapping a misbehaving child's knuckles with a ruler!" "Uh, yeah, if you say so." "And what did you do?" "I . . . kept my hands to myself from then on and waited impatiently for us to reach her place." "Man, you really did turn into this woman's lapdog, didn't you?" "You just don't understand, Heather. She was so strong, so confident, so . . . powerful. I can't imagine how anyone could possibly deny her anything." "So you got back to her place and . . ." "It turned out that she lived in this very nice condo over on the ritzy side of town. Believe me, it was a world apart from my humble little suburb. She parked at the curb, helped me down off her motorcycle, then slipped her arm around me and led me inside." "And . . .!?" "My, goodness, you are into this story, aren't you? I thought you would listen to my unfortunate misadventure and give me a few words of comfort or advice, but really you're just getting off on the dirty story, aren't you?" "Well . . . I mean . . . uh . . . that is . . ." "I mean, I was planning on sparing you all the gory details about what happened at her place . . ." "NO! Um, I mean you've already told me so much . . ." "Oh my, God! You actually do want to hear every last detail about how your best friend got fucked to within an inch of her life by some uber dom attorney!" ". . . well, you can't just come this far and leave me hanging, you know. Right?" "Very well then. If all you're really interested in right now is hearing the climax of this sex story, then I won't disappoint you, you perv!" "Um . . ." "As soon as we were inside her condo and she had closed the door behind us, she made me strip down to my birthday suit. She told me I wouldn't be allowed to wear clothes under her roof and so right there in the entranceway, without a second thought, I pulled off every last stitch of clothing I had on. From my blouse and slacks to my bra and panties to my socks and shoes and even my wristwatch - it all ended up in a heap at our feet. The only thing that I was allowed to keep on was my wedding ring. I was left standing there buck naked on the cool linoleum tile, shivering a little from the air conditioning and shivering a lot from the critical way she was studying me. In that moment, I craved her approval even more than I ever have chocolate. God I hoped she liked what she saw." "I'll bet I would have . . ." "Hmm? What was that?" "Oh, nothing." "I'll just bet. And Heather? My eyes are up here. Would you quit staring at my tits like some hormone addled teenaged boy?" "OH! Um, I mean, I wasn't . . ." "Of course you were. Now where was I? Oh, yes! She got me as naked as the day I was born and then just spent a few minutes looking me over. She even made me turn this way and that and pose for her so that she could see every last bit of me from every last angle. My heart literally sang when she finally pronounced that she was satisfied with me, that I would do. So do you want me to try to describe what I looked like naked?" "Well, I . . ." "You'll just have to use your imagination, Heather." "Oh." "Don't sound so disappointed. I suspect you've been doing exactly that for quite a little while now!" "I didn't . . ." "So, I'm standing there naked in the entrance of her home and she has judged me worthy of her. She didn't grab me again, though. She didn't even take off any of her clothes! Had she told me too, I would have been more than happy to rip every last bit of that leather off her, let me tell you. Instead, she ordered me to stay where I was and not move, then just walked away and abandoned me there. I could hear her rummaging around somewhere and wanted dearly to go after her, but forced myself to do as I was told. The last thing I wanted was for her to be displeased with me." "Uh-huh." "She was probably gone only a few minutes, but it seemed like hours. I needed to be with her desperately and every moment we were apart was making me ache with need. I had hoped that one of the things she was doing back there was getting undressed and I was ever so disappointed when she returned with all her clothes still on. Even so, having her close to me again had me up on Cloud Nine! She took hold of me again when she wanted to lead me away, but this time we didn't hold hands and she didn't have her arm around me. No, this time, she caught hold of the scruff of my neck and led me through the condo to the bedroom." "Her bedroom!" "My, don't you sound excited?! Rose gave me a shove that caught me entirely by surprise and I took a tumble onto her bed. Almost before I knew what was happening, she had taken each of my arms and attached them to the headboard with these incredible velvet-lined handcuffs that were already there waiting for me. I didn't even know they made things like that! I didn't resist her at all as she immobilized me, my excitement level shooting up even higher as I waited anxiously to see what she might have in store for me next." "And what did she do, Shannon?" "She spread my legs wide apart and I could literally feel her eyes as they moved over my most intimate area, taking in every last detail of my twat." "And then she dove in and ate you out?!" "No." "No?! What do you mean, no?" "Well, you see, swimsuit season is over and Tom hasn't been home much recently, so . . ." "So, what?" "Well, I hadn't been doing a lot of maintenance . . . down there." "What do you mean? Maintenance?" "Think about it, Heather." ". . . Oh! You mean, you hadn't been doing much . . . shaving . . . down there." "Exactly." ". . ." "You're imagining my hairy cunt right now, aren't you?" "Yes, I am. I mean, no, of course not, Shannon!" "Uh-huh. In any case, Rose apparently prefers her women smooth as she decided that my bush just had to go. When she turned to the night stand beside us, I looked to see what was there and was startled to find some shaving supplies there - small scissors, bowl of warm water, shaving cream, wash cloth and even a strop razor!" "Strop razor?" "You know, those big razors you see the barbers shaving men's beards off with in those old movies. No modern little safety razor would do for this woman, oh no. It turned out that there was even a honing strap hanging off the bed's headboard!" "Oh, my." "She started with the scissors, however. Dipping her wash cloth into the bowl of water, she was careful to wet down my entire bush. The feel of that rough warm, wet cloth rubbing all over my most sensitive bits was nearly enough to send me into orbit, let me tell you. Then I watched as she used those scissors to trim away great swathes of my pubic hair, listened to their distinctive 'snict, snict' sound, and trembled every time I felt the cold metal touch my skin. I was completely at her mercy and knew all too well that it would be very painful for me if she made a mistake and cut the wrong thing, but she proved herself to be deft and expert at what she was doing." "I wonder how many other women she's given haircuts to over the years . . ." "I didn't know how skilled she was at the time though and so I held my breath anxiously every time her work brought her close to my pussy lips. That very danger was also keeping me poised right on the precipice of yet another huge orgasm however and it must have been terribly obvious to her what kind of an effect she was having on me. Hell, from where I was, I could see for myself my firm, hard nipples and my swollen cunt lips." "Oooh . . ." "By the time she was done she had gotten my hair all over her bedspread of course, but she didn't seem to mind. Once she had reduced my beard to mere stubble, she set aside the scissors and went for the shaving cream. Especially after everything else that had happened to me, it felt so intense to have this woman's strong fingers spreading the foam all over me down there that I just couldn't help myself and had another orgasm. She waited it out, reaching up with one hand to play with my super sensitive nipples to make sure it was a good, long one, then went right back to work. Breathless and dazed after that climax, I could only lie there helplessly and watch as she cleaned the soap from her hand with the cloth and then took up the razor. The sound of her dragging that blade back and forth over that honing strap filled the room and I knew it was getting sharper and sharper with each stroke. Knowing that I was not out of danger yet meant that I didn't really have a chance to fully come down off my orgasmic high and I stayed extremely aroused. Um, Heather . . ." ". . ." "Heather?" ". . ." "Heather, you look pretty steamed up, yourself! You're not about to come just from hearing this story, are you?" "I hope not. I mean, of course not!" "Sure. Well, Rose set aside the razor and got up from the bed then to slip off that leather jacket she had been wearing all this time. Things were getting kind of hot for her too, I guess. You know how some people have a tattoo of barbed wire going around their arm? Rose had a green vine, studded with thorns, and ending in the most beautiful bloom. As a rule, I'm not very into tattoos, but this one seemed to make this already outrageously sexy woman even hotter!" "A tattoo of a rose with thorns. Yeah, that seems fitting." "She returned to the bed then and went to work on me again, this time with that scary razor. Slowly, ever so slowly, she dragged it over my mound, the icy touch of the steel sending a shiver through me from head to toe. If it had been dangerous to let this woman near my cunt with a humble pair of scissors before, the risk was magnified many times now. One tiny mistake on her part was all it would take to slice me open - a fact I was very aware of. I wanted to keep as still as possible as she worked for fear of causing her to have a bloody accident, but I simply could not. As the razor blade was dragged slowly across my flesh, as I felt the hairs being sliced effortlessly away, I couldn't help but grab hold of the headboard with two clenched fists and squirm and writhe on her bed. Fortunately for me, she was even more professional in her use of the razor than she had been with the scissors and I escaped without so much as a nick. Still, the whole process left me right on the edge of the proverbial cliff and ready to fall into yet another huge orgasm." "Another one?!" "I know. I'd long since lost count of how many times I'd come already. And to think, I'd just arrived at her place! We were only just getting started!" "Oh, God." "Now that every last trace of hair was gone, she used the wash cloth one last time to wipe me clean of the last of the soap. The bedspread was even more messy now, but she still didn't seem to care. She praised me, told me I had done very well, and made a point of rubbing that rough cloth against the very erect clit that was poking out of the folds of my cunt. I gasped and cried out, I trembled and shook the headboard violently, but I managed to keep from coming this time. Until, that is, she bent down and pressed a kiss to my quivering clitoris. I screamed so loudly as I came that I wonder why her neighbors didn't call the cops! I twisted and shook so severely that I wonder how I managed to not tear apart her bed! It was the biggest, the wildest, the most powerful orgasm of my entire life." "Man, Mark's never, ever been able to make me react like that." "Tom hasn't been able to incite anything even remotely like this in me, either. And I suspect that he never will." "I am so jealous of you right now." "Rose left the bed again while I fought to catch my breath, tried to slow my pounding heart before it burst right through my chest, and I watched in wonder as she went down to stand at the foot of the bed. The light from the bathroom behind her lit up a sort of halo effect around her that was mesmerizing to me. She was like my very own angel." "Fornication, lesbianism, adultery, D/S . . . If she's an angel, something tells me she's not one of God's. She seems to be into everything that my church has always told me was wicked and sinful." "If you ask me, the church has it wrong then. There's no way anything that feels that good could possibly be bad." "I'm not sure if your husband would agree with that. So what happened next?" "She started stripping off her clothes. That silver studded belt came off first. She held it up to make sure I got a good look at it, then let it fall to the ground. The boots came off next, one and then the other. God, those things were just impossibly sexy. She loosened the laces that held her bustier together then, slipping it off and letting it drop to the carpet." "Tell me about her breasts! What did they look like?" "Magnificent. They were just as big and full as they had appeared when I first saw them back in that bar. They hardly had any sag to them at all and bounced and swung wonderfully with even the tiniest movement. They were peaked with huge potato shaped nipples, dark and almost the color of milk chocolate. Those were some mouth-watering boobs and I couldn't wait until I was allowed to have my way with them. Just the sight of them had me whimpering and crying for them like a hungry baby." "Oh, I am so jealous of you right now." "She peeled off those leather pants then and I got a good look at those long, smooth legs. I discovered at that point that she had another tattoo - a big long-stemmed rose complete with thorns decorated the side of her left thigh. Like I said, I don't think much of tattoos normally, but on her they just seemed just perfect. Like they belonged there, you know. This left her dressed in nothing but a pair of thong panties and she turned her back on me before bending to push them down. When she came back up, she had something in her hands that must have been lying on the floor down there at the foot of the bed all this time. I couldn't see what it was, but I guessed what it must be when she started fastening on this harness." Girl Talk "Harness? You mean it was a . . ." "You got it, Heather. A strap-on dildo! And when she turned to let me see how big it was, I think my heart stopped. It was huge, Heather! It was long and thick and looked like something that could never possibly fit inside me in a million years, but I knew that it would not be long before I was being fucked hard with it." "Oh, my . . ." "Once it was all secure on her, she came back to the bed, climbing up onto it and straddling me. That big fake dick had no lubrication yet and so she let it's shaft rest between my swollen cunt lips. She ran it back and forth a few times, bathing it's length in my freely flowing juices but not actually penetrating me." "Oh, God . . ." "Once the shaft was soaked and slippery, she scooted a little higher up my body, pulling my head up off the pillow and stuffing the dildo's fat head into my mouth to make it wet, too. I worked my lover's fake cock over better than I ever have my husband's real one and that's the truth. I wondered if she'd make me deep throat that dildo and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to handle it. I was terrified that I might choke or gag or even throw up, but fortunately she never asked me to do anything more than work on the head. Even though she had not actually put the tip into me, I could still taste myself on it." "Oh, shit . . ." "She made her way back down my body then and I didn't wait for her to tell me to spread my legs as wide open as possible. She brought the slobbery tip of that huge dildo right to the entrance of my boiling twat and drove it right in. I mean, there was no gentle and careful working it in like my Tom would have done. Oh, no. She just shoved the full length of that thing all the way into me in a heartbeat, making me arch my back and shriek from the unimaginable pleasure." "Ahhh . . ." "She had absolutely no mercy on me, Heather. She fucked me hard and deep over and over and I came so much that I was left absolutely delirious. I swear to you that I never even imagined that it was possible to feel such ecstacy! Heather?" "Ah . . . oh . . ." "Heather?!" "OH, SWEET, JESUS!!!" "Oh, my God!" ". . ." "I can't believe it! You just came! Heather, you just had an orgasm just from listening to how I was used and abused by a sexy dominatrix! I can't believe it. I mean, I knew you were getting off on the story, but I had no idea it was having this strong an effect on you!" ". . . Shannon? I think we need to leave here now . . ." "But there's so much more to this story, Heather. Don't you want to hear about the rest of the things Rose did to me last night? Trust me, some of it is even wilder than anything I've told you about so far." "Shannon . . ." "My, God, the things she did to me. Things that I thought would have stunned and horrified you, but now I see would only please and excite you. She kept me up all night, you know?" "Let's go, Shannon." "But Heather . . ." "Shannon!" "What?!" "Let's go back to my place, okay? I think I could really use your help right now. It seems to me that I could use a little . . . maintenance . . . down there, too." "Do what? Maintenance? Oh, my, God! You mean you want to take me back to your place so . . . I mean, you want to . . . with me? You want to . . . do that . . . with me?!" "Yes, I do. I can't tell you how badly I want to. Can we go?" ". . ." "Shannon?" ". . . yes, we can. Let's hurry!" The two women rose to their feet and made a rush for the door, one with a soaking wet stain on the crotch of her jeans and the other with the slightly awkward gait of someone whose cunt had been put to a lot of work very recently.