4 comments/ 76364 views/ 7 favorites Good Game By: Swtt21 "That was a good game, too bad you LOST," I brag to my boyfriend Brad. "Yeah, yeah, yeah I let you win...as I often have to do just to keep you happy and to keep the peace," he replies obviously peeved at the fact that his innocent little Debutante girlfriend had just kicked his ass in a game of co-ed singles tennis. "Do you want to meet me in about an hour for lunch back at the club house, and then head over to Daddy's to see their new gazebo?" I ask. "Sure, that's fine, I love you but I don't think I can marry a woman who can beat me in tennis, Tiffany," Brad whines to me. "Yes you can, you love me, and you love it when I win because when I'm happy everyone's happy," I respond embracing him in a big hug and sweet kiss on the lips. Brad and I had been dating for 3 years, since our junior year at Brown. We met at a college democrats meeting and I'd been there to support my father, who was running for state Senator. Brad had actually been there to meet me. He claims, after we'd started dating, that he'd seen me around campus campaigning and fell in love at first sight. I don't know if he so much fell in love, as fell in lust; however in our circles my "look" isn't that extraordinary. I have long, straight brunette hair, am about 5'6'' with soft curves, and pert C cup breasts. Brad was actually my first real relationship, most guys think I'm too "goody too shoes" since I'm a politicians daughter at an Ivy League school with a country club membership. But Brad understands that all those things don't define me, they're just things I happen to have. "I can't wait to be Mrs. Bradley C. Emerson III, but right this second I can't wait for a shower! I'll see you in a bit, sweetie!" I yell as I head off to the women's locker room. The locker room was fairly empty because it was after lunch and most women have left by this time to pick up their children from school, or get their nails done or what have you. There were three other women there besides me, two of which were dressed and on their way out and one I don't recall having seen before. She didn't look like most of the women of Pine Hills and something about her screamed "sex" and I caught myself staring at her unintentionally. "Tiffany! Sweetie, we must get together and do lunch or something I haven't seen you since undergrad and now you're marrying that fabulous Emerson man I know you must be ecstatic!" chirps Melody, an old Brown classmate of mine. "Oh yeah, definitely call me sometime Mel, I would love to get together for lunch and some catching up," I retorted. Knowing full well that this is just what women say even when they know they will never call, and never have lunch to catch up. "Mel, who is that girl over there, the blonde one with the white tennis skirt on, I haven't seen her here before," I ask. "Oh, that's Herman Allowitz's daughter, she went to Wellesley remember? Oh what's her name...Reagan, that's it! Yeah she's back in town now, don't know if she graduated, but the story is that she really misses the Wellesley women if you know what I mean," Melody whispered to me very matter-of-factly. My eyes fell back onto Reagan; I traced her long tanned legs up her thighs and under her tennis skirt. I imagined what she must smell like, her sweet sweat and how soft and silky her skin must be. I could feel a tingling in between my legs and I knew my face must be getting red. "Well Mel, call me, I've got to get in the shower before Brad sends a search party for me. Speak with you soon!" I say exchanging air kisses with Melody before she waltzed out of the room along with the other girls who were now fully dressed and apparently with Melody. It was now just Reagan and I in the locker room. I snapped out of my daydream and started to undress to get in the shower. I was pulling my hair up into a pony tail when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Those are nice," I heard a soft buy breathy voice say as I whirled around to face who I knew must be Reagan. "Ummm, what are? What are you talking about? I'm straight. I'm engaged see," I stammered holding up my left hand showing off my sparkling three carat white diamond Tiffany's solitaire. "I was talking about your pearls. They're nice, where did you get them from," Reagan asked, obviously pretending to ignore the fact that I had just severely embarrassed myself by assuming she was coming on to me. "Oh, my pearls! They were a gift. An um, graduation gift from my boyfriend, um my fiancé I mean. Yes, Bradley, that's his name. My fiancé I mean." I stutter, still nervous and not thinking clearly. She was standing so close to me wearing only a blue sports bra and her white tennis skirt. Her blond hair was pulled into a messy pony tail, and I could still smell the sun on her body. She wad intoxicating and I found myself closing my eyes in an effort to inhale her, saving the memory of her for later. "Well they're nice," she said walking back over to her locker where she began undressing. First she pulled her bra up over her head and tossed it into her Polo bag. Then she let down her hair, it was perfectly cut, and blonde with strawberry blonde high lights. It came down a little past the nape of her neck. She then bent over to pull off her skirt. She was wearing a thong that was barely visible from the back, just the tiny white triangle above the split of her cheeks. Resting just above that triangle was a tiny tattoo of two cherries. The curve in her back was deep, and her legs went all the way up to her soft round ass. Her thighs barely touched, revealing her small tight pussy to me when she bent over to remove her thongs. I knew I shouldn't be staring but I couldn't help myself, she was breath-taking. When she turned around to head towards the shower I immediately starting fumbling with my towel pretending I had been putting my clothes up the whole time. She glided past me to get in the shower. "Come on Tiff, what are you doing? You've got to go; Brad's going to be waiting on you." I said to myself in an effort do divert my attention to showering, dressing and leaving to meet my future husband. I step into the shower and hook my caddy onto the shower head, the steam rose in circles around me and I began lathering my hair apparently over my fantasy, and back into reality. That is until... "Do you have anymore of that," Reagan asks pulling back the curtain on my shower staring at me naked. Her body was wet and dripping with water. I could see her front now and she had teardrop shaped breasts with small pink nipples that were hard, one of which was pierced. Her stomach was flat and toned and her hips were rounded but still showed off her magnificent hip bones which curved down to her pussy. "Some more what, exactly," I saw startled at my invasion of privacy as I rapid search my brain for ways to cover myself, realizing there was nothing there to do so. "Some more of that shampoo, it smells amazing! I could smell it down in my shower and figured I would ask you if you could spare a little?" she asks innocently. She must have noticed my embarrassment because she added, "Oh sorry for just barging in, I'm used to being around all girls, and we always do stuff like this, I guess I just didn't think...I'm sorry I'll go." "NO!" I say immediately, and a little to excitedly. "I mean, no, its fine. I mean I played sports and stuff so it's no big deal. Here you go," I say handing her the bottle. "Thanks," she said smiling. "Do you mind if I just wash my hair here, and that way I don't have to come back out in the cold to return your bottle?" "No, um, that's fine. I mean go ahead," I say nervously as I move over to make room for the new body in my shower stall. She took the bottle and squirted a small bit into her hand, and working it to a small lather she begins to work it into her short blonde hair. She closes her eyes, and starts massaging her scalp, working the shampoo into her scalp. "Mmm, this tingles a little bit," she moans with her eyes closed, smiling. "Yeah its good stuff I got it in Martinique last summer," I explain as I continue watching her. As she rinsed her hair out I found myself not wanting her to go, I wanted to keep watching her, keep following the water trickle down her neck to her stomach, down her pussy lips to her thighs. I found myself wishing I was water so that I could take the journey down her body as it did. "Know what?" she asked precociously. "What?" I inquire. "This shampoo isn't the only reason I came in here. You want me to touch you, and I know you do so I'm going to do both of us a favor and do it," she said assertively. And before I could think, answer, or even blink she was kissing me. Her tongue felt so soft in my mouth. Her lips caressed my lips lightly but aggressively, and her tongue explored mine flicking very soft, and deliberately. Kissing me, she walks me back against the wall of the shower and presses her body into mine. I can feel her nipples rub against mine and the heat from between her thighs warms me making me so turned on that I sneak a thigh in between hers. She raises my arms above my head and breaks our kiss to begin kissing down my body. She starts kissing softly on my neck and then down to my breasts where she sucks softly on my left, then my right nipple. Making sure to knead whichever one she isn't sucking. With her other hand she plays in my hair, pulling gently. I am completely consumed with pleasure and I allow myself to succumb to her becoming electrified with ecstasy. Moving on from my breasts she gets on her knees and begins kissing up my legs starting at my knees. Her hands are gently caressing my butt and she continues up until she reaches my lips. She spreads my legs more and inhales me. I can feel my pussy getting hotter and hotter the longer she teases me. She delivers kisses along my lips and licks them softly up and down. "Turn around," she says. I obediently comply and turn putting my ass in her face and begin rubbing my hard aching nipples up and down the slippery wet tile on the shower wall. She takes her hand and traces my ass crack before she separates my cheeks and begins kissing my sweet opening. She then begins flicking her tongue up down and around my hole pressing her tongue in harder and harder until she is eventually tongue fucking my asshole. Then she takes her finger and presses it up against my hole. Before I can protest she sticks it in and begins sliding it back out slowly. "Oh my...ohhh Reagan what...what are you doing? I ...I this feels so good. Oh GOD!" I sputter spilling with pleasure. She answers me by increasing the speed that she pumps her finger in and out of my asshole. She then moves under me and begins licking up my juices that are now dripping out of my soaking wet cunt. With her one hand ass fucking me, she takes her other one and starts making circles around my clit sending a wave of pleasure through my body. She continues to lick my juices slipping her tongue in deeper and deeper into my hot, wet pussy. My body complies with her tongue and keeps getting wetter and wetter, she is sucking me, every drop is met with her tongue and every convulsion is met with more pressure. She begins to increase the pressure on my clit and is furiously licking at my pussy, tongue fucking me as I sit on her face. I feel body began to get weak as I start to cum. "Oh goooooooooooooooooood Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK. Keep licking me, Ohhh God, keep fucking me. Harder, fuck me harder, I want to cum in your mouth forever!" I yell in compliance with my body's wishes. She sticks another finger into my ass as I cum sending another wave of passion through my body and more cum out of my pussy flowing into her awaiting mouth. She licks up my cum moaning into my hole. She begins to suck on my clit, while double fingering my ass hole, and I am still cumming. My legs are barely holding me up, and my eyes are closed, and my breath is short. She keeps sucking as my orgasm subsides and I sit down on the floor of the shower, no longer able to hold myself up. I sit twitching from the muscle spasms and I feel the hot water wash over my body relaxing me as I sit there in my haze of passion. "Listen, thanks for the shampoo, but I have to go before my father accuses me of seducing Country Club royalty in the ladies room." She says with an ironic smile. "Do you always play on Thursdays?" she asks. "Yes... I mean Brad and I do, we um. We play co-ed singles and then have lunch every Thursday here," I sputter. "Well then it's a date," she says with conviction and walks out. I finish showering and dry my hair, dress, and rush out to meet Brad. Still able to smell her body, and feel her tongue inside my crevasses. "Tiff! Where've you been? I was worried you'd run away with some other guy and left me," Brad said smiling, grabbing my hand as we walked towards the dining room. "Brad don't be silly, no other man could ever steal me away from you!" I say smiling to myself, knowing that was the honest to God truth. Good Game In the summer months, a group of us from work had taken to playing pool every few weeks. Middle of the week we'd meet in a small downtown that had, among other things, a handful of great restaurants and an up market pool hall. After a bite to eat, we'd all take the short stroll from the restaurant to the pool hall where we'd settle in for the remainder of the evening. Sharing round after round, game after game, we'd while away the hours gossiping and airing our dirty work laundry. Of the small group, Hannah and I were the players to beat. Unless the two of us played on opposing teams the result was almost a certainty. More often than not, Hannah and I would be the last to call it a night, but not before we'd played some serious pool. Our games were always close contests and without the others around, the conversation would quickly turn to taunting innuendo. Even if the obvious ambiguities weren't present in the vernacular of the game, the two of us would have turned the mundane into something ripe with sexual undertones. To the casual observer, the contests of skill would seem lighthearted but in truth, each game was a matter of pride. The phrase "Rack'em bitch" had emerged as the end-zone dance of our contests. On this particular night, the others had left the two of us to our grudge matching earlier than usual. It seemed a lot of other people had the same thought. The pool hall, normally a hive of clatter and chatter, was silent except for our own game and some ambient jazz playing softly. Being Hannah's bitch for the third time in a row, I started emptying each pocket. While racking the last few balls for what would be our last game, I decided to see if Hannah was in the mood to have a little fun. 'Oh, Hannah,' I said. 'Yes, my little biatch,' she replied sweetly. 'Care to make things interesting?' I asked. 'What did you have in mind?' Hannah countered. 'Oh, how about loser buys lunch?' I suggested casually. 'A full slab of ribs at BJ's,' I concluded, knowing that neither of us would refuse such an offer. 'Oh, I think it's on,' Hannah replied enthusiastically, setting the cue ball down as I lifted the rack away. Leaning in, she grinned and sent the balls scattering across the table. The game was close. So close that I decided a little physical heckling was justified. As Hannah began lining up her next shot, I casually strolled behind her and gave her a gentle nudge as she drew back her cue. 'Oh, is that how it is?' she asked, looking back over her shoulder. In response, I shrugged and feigned innocence. From that point on, every shot suffered under ever escalating sabotage attempts. Nudges grew to bumps. A poke in the ribs became a tickle. Any progress made was purely coincidental. However, as we both began to adapt to the new rules, the game progressed. Then something happened. While trying to take a shot, Hannah snuck up behind me and grabbed my butt. My reaction was a very unattractive twist and miscue that sent Hannah into fits of laughter. 'So, is that how it is?' I said to her, finally regaining my composure. Hannah just gave a shrug and the cheekiest smile. Her following shot, Hannah was ready for my retaliation and did try to thwart my reprisal, but not so hard that I did not manage to give her butt a good squeeze. Examining the table, it was looking like, yet again, Hannah was going to make me her bitch. The only shot left that could get me back in the game was a "Hail Mary". Just as I leaned in and lined up, I felt a hand in the back of my shorts. As the hand seemed to be searching for something, I calmly asked without looking, 'What are you doing?' 'Trying to give you a wedgie,' Hannah answered, sounding a little frustrated. 'I'd need to be wearing undies for that to work,' I finished. 'Oh. You're no fun,' Hannah whined and withdrew her hand. 'Oh, you want fun huh? How about, if I make this shot, you have to go commando at work tomorrow,' I propositioned. 'Okay,' she replied confidently. 'And... you have to wear that short blue dress of yours,' I added, wearing the biggest shit eating grin. For Hannah to wear the dress in question, and no underwear, would be tantamount to walking around work, legally naked. And Hannah knew it. Hannah thought about it, as she digested the table. 'Sure,' she agreed nonchalantly. 'You'll never make that shot anyway,' she finished, giving me a soft pat in the seat of my shorts that sent a tingle through me. Chalking the cue, I lined up, took a breath, and let fly. 'Oh, no way! No fucking way!' Hannah said in utter disbelief. It was a thing of beauty. As if guided by magic, the cue ball sailed around the table and nailed the impossibly hidden target. While she continued to protest, I just smirked and scouted my next shot. In the end, Hannah won, albeit by default, so cocky with my stroke of luck, I attempted another near impossible shot and unintentionally potting the black. 'Well, at least I won,' she lamented. 'So when are you going to buy me lunch?' Hannah asked, turning attention back to me. 'When are you going to wear the dress?' I shot back. Wearing a coy smile, Hannah replied, 'Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not.' 'I guess we'll see tomorrow,' I countered, with an air skepticism. 'Won't we?' I goaded, giving Hannah a poke in the ribs. 'I guess we will,' she jabbed back, grinning ear to ear. With that, we finished up and went our separate ways. Arriving at my desk the next morning, I found a note from Hannah. It simply said, "Check your top draw. Return to me by end of day." Opening my desk draw revealed a neatly laid out, black thong. Grinning, I shut the draw and got down to the business of the day. Around noon, my phone rang. It was Hannah. 'You owe me lunch,' she said in a demanding yet playful tone. 'Maybe, if they are yours,' I countered. 'Oh, they're mine,' she stated adamantly. 'Why? You don't believe me?' Hannah challenged. Met with silence, she pressed, 'Well, the others want to go to BJ's too.' 'Just meet us at my office and don't forget your wallet. Okay?' she said impatiently, hanging up before I could answer. When I arrived at Hannah's office, the gang was already filing out a nearby exit. Walking out in to the parking lot, I spotted Hannah waiting by the rear door of a car. She was, as promised, wearing the short, blue dress. 'We're taking one car. You're in back with us,' she said, as I jogged up. Climbing in to the back seat, Hannah and I had a discrete tussle while fastening our seat belts. It was a short drive to BJ's. Popping the door and stepping out, Hannah called after me, 'Could you hold the door please?' Turning to hold the door, I watched as she slid closer. As Hannah's foot set down, her dress hiked up. I'm not sure if it was Hannah's intent, but I was now witnessing a full Britney. I had always imagined Hannah was a little Brazilian and she didn't disappoint. Not wanting to be caught peeking, I casually lifted my gaze before Hannah noticed. 'Thanks,' Hannah chirped, as I closed the door. As we caught up to the others, Hannah quietly asked, 'Happy now, ya little perv?' I felt my face turn red as her words hit home. I hadn't been as subtle as I thought. 'What?' I replied, in a hushed, embarrassed tone. 'What?' Hannah mimicked sarcastically, her expression openly mocking mine. Now smiling, we nudged each other as if we were back at the pool hall. 'So, you owe me lunch. Right?' she asked just loudly enough for the others to here. 'Right,' I agreed, sharing Hannah's grin. Soon we were all seated at a long, booth table, browsing menus that we all knew by heart. Somehow, Hannah, and I had wound up sitting opposite one another. Being furthest from the action, Hannah was last to order and she went to town. The others, now aware of our lunch bet, laughed when Hannah not only ordered a full serve of ribs, but one to go. While we waited for our meals, I felt a foot lightly kick my leg. Engrossed in the table conversation, I moved my leg slightly and ignored it. Less than a minute later, I felt the foot again only this time higher up. Registering the contact, I glanced across the table. As I had been, Hannah was following the current conversation, but when there was a pause for a chuckle, she casually locked eyes then turned back. Curious, I followed her lead shifting my attention back to the topic at hand. Hannah's foot moved between my knees, gently pushing each aside, before making its way up my thigh. Fearing that someone might catch a glimpse, I sat forward, trying to conceal the foot now burying itself in my crotch. My face felt like it was on fire. Hannah's talented footwork had brought me to the verge. All but ignoring my subtle pleas for mercy, she continued to massage my shaft with the ball of her foot, and lightly tease my head with her toes. Coupled with the ever present fear of being caught it was a wonder I didn't melt. Only when our meals arrived did Hannah give one final squeeze and withdraw. For the rest of the meal, and the trip back to work, whenever Hannah gave me a grin, our friends assumed she was gloating. However, in reality, she was secretly enjoying my efforts to hide the evidence of her covert activity. Returning to work, Hannah's parting gesture was a loud "thanks for lunch", a pretend kiss on the cheek, and a very real smack of my bum before dashing off toward her office. The rest of the afternoon was a write-off. I had been, in the space of a lunch hour, reduced to a horny teenager. One minute I was reading an email. The next moment, I was mentally undressing Hannah, imagining the ways I would return the favor. I seemed to be forever trying to will away a string of spontaneous erections. I wasn't a fan of manual relief in the workplace, but even two trips to restroom had paid little dividends. Shutting down my pc, I decided that the only way I could possibly defuse my pent up energy was a good workout. Having changed in to my gear, I remembered Hannah's note. Retrieving my prize from the draw, I stuffed them in my pocket and headed off to find her. Hannah's office was in the admin area, a generally deserted part of the building at this time. Wandering towards her office, I heard Hannah's voice floating over the nearby sea of nearly shoulder-high cubicles. Heading in the direction of her voice, I turned a corner to see Hannah standing with her arms crossed atop a cubicle wall. 'Poor baby. Did you have a hard day?' she called out, spotting my approach. 'You could say that,' I replied, sharing her grin. As I drew near, Hannah stuck her out butt. Her seemingly innocent stretch left the hem of her dress climbing the smooth curve of her cheeks. I knew Hannah was taunting me so I gave her rear a gentle swat as I passed by and came to stand beside her. Hannah then straightened up, and in the process, gave me a little bump with her hip. 'Well, hello,' she said giving me a big cheesy grin. 'Hey there,' I replied, returning the grin. 'Hi Colin.' It so happened, Hannah had been talking to Colin our forty something year old virgin IT guy, who was troubleshooting a pc before heading home. Hannah, bored, was more than happy to keep him company. Colin and Hannah resumed their conversation, though Colin barely looked up from his tinkering. Confident that Colin was occupied, I took a deep breath, reached over and traced my fingers down Hannah's back coming to rest clasping e of her buttcheeks. My heart was thumping in my ears, but I need not have worried as Hannah gave no sign of my transgression. She just continued nodding along with the conversation. Emboldened by Hannah's apparent lack of concern, I lowered my hand and slipped it beneath her dress. The touch of my fingertips on her bare skin caused Hannah to reflexively jerk away. 'What do you think you're doing?' she accused with a laugh. 'Sorry. It was an accident,' I replied nervously, stunned momentarily by her reaction. Playfully throwing me a scornful look, Hannah turned her attention back to Colin and asked if he was making any progress. I let my hand fall to my side as I considered if I had overstepped the line. A questioning nudge from Hannah was all the reassurance I needed. No longer worried about accidentally crossing boundaries, I let my hand roam freely over her fleshy cheeks beneath the fabric of her dress. Across her tender, well-toned muscles, I caringly kneaded and gently groped my way. It was getting difficult for Hannah to keep up the pretense, as I moved ever lower. To draw Colin's attention away from this fact, I switched topics, requiring Hannah to only listen. We hadn't been talking more than five minutes when Colin's phone rang. Mouthing the words, "I have to take this", he turned his back to us and answered the call. Seizing the moment, I ran my palm down Hannah's ass, letting my middle finger navigate the way; its tip coming to rest nestled in the hot folds her sex. Feeling the heat radiating from Hannah, I realized just how excited I was myself; a blazing erection and my breathing heavy. Ever wary of Colin's focus, I failed to notice that Hannah had lowered one arm and was now snaking her hand in to the waistband of my shorts. Hannah's hand closed around my shaft as my finger split her lips, releasing her silky wetness. Her mouth opened and her hand squeezed tight as I sunk my finger in. What began as a subtle, somewhat tender exchange had taken on a competitive edge. Both Hannah and I had subtly stepped up the intensity. Hannah had abandoned her gentle tugging in favor of long, solid strokes, while I now drove two fingers deep in to her pussy. Suddenly, Colin wheeled in his seat causing us both to jump. Thankfully, he was so immersed in his phone call he didn't even register our embarrassment or guilt. A moment later, Colin did another about face allowing Hannah and I to exchange relieved grins. 'This'll have to wait. I have to go,' Colin announced abruptly. 'Everything okay?' I asked, as Hannah and I extricated ourselves from one another. 'Yeah, I just have to take care of something,' he said absently as he hurriedly packed up. 'In that case, Hannah, what are you going to do?' I asked innocently. 'Didn't you have something for me back at my office?' Hannah asked, raising an eyebrow. Saying a very quick good-bye, Colin bolted for the door. Before I could speak, Hannah whispered, 'Come on,' and led me in the direction of her office. Reaching her door seconds later, I stood aside to let Hannah pass through, watching her butt as she went. 'Lock the door,' Hannah whispered anxiously over her shoulder. Flipping the latch and hearing a satisfying click, I started towards Hannah. 'Close the blinds,' she instructed, nodding at the wall of blinds from behind her desk. The blinds now secured, I turned to find Hannah rifling the contents of her handbag. 'I know there's one in here somewhere,' she muttered, sounding more than a little frustrated. 'Ah, found it!' Hannah chimed, triumphantly. I watched as she produced from the bag, a small square of plastic that was unmistakably a condom. 'Do you know...what sort of day I've had?' Hannah asked rhetorically. 'What sort of day you've had?' I replied incredulously. 'I spent half the afternoon in the restroom thanks to you,' I said, in an accusatory tone. 'Oh, that explains why I couldn't find you,' she said wistfully. 'Probably a good thing,' Hannah sighed. 'I was only going to tease you a little more,' she said wickedly, leaning forward on her elbows, revealing her cleavage. Looking at Hannah's breasts I said, 'You know, technically, you still owe me.' 'What do you mean?' she replied, looking slightly perplexed. 'Well, commando means no underwear and...I can clearly see a bra,' I answered, pointing to the white fabric cupping her breasts. 'Is that right?' she countered coyly. Hannah stood as I walked around back of her. 'So I should probably take it off, huh?' Hannah said, turning her head ever so slightly. 'Or perhaps everything would be more appropriate. Don't you?' I replied, placing my hands on her waist. Reaching both hands behind her, Hannah lifted my t-shirt just enough to slip her hands back in to my shorts. 'Only if you take your clothes off first,' she challenged playfully. 'Well, for anyone else...' I conceded, taking a step back, kicking off my shoes and beginning to pull my t-shirt over my head. Hannah impatiently finished the job with a deliberate tug and then tossed the t-shirt aside. With a wry smile and a wink, Hannah descended to her knees. Leaning forward, she reached out and hooked her fingers in to the waist of my shorts. 'Ready?' she asked. 'As I'll ever be,' I replied, trying to hide my nervousness. 'Just don't tell me "he's cute", okay?' I warned with a nervous smile. 'Is someone feeling a little self-conscious?' Hannah replied, pouting and using a baby-talk voice. Before I could open my mouth to respond, Hannah gently stripped away my shorts. 'Well, hello there little guy,' she said sweetly, after taking a moment to examine my nether region. 'Sorry, I'm just teasing,' Hannah said sincerely, giving the head of my dick a quick peck. 'Shave much?' she teased, highlighting my manscaping by waving an animated finger about my junk. 'Yeah, well it feels cleaner...and smooth,' I said defensively, as she returned to her feet. 'I can't argue there,' she agreed, grazing her fingertips over my balls, sending a shimmer of goose-bumps away in all directions. Suddenly realizing that it is a rare man who is able to pull off strutting around in nothing but socks, I took a moment to remove mine. 'I think it's your turn. Don't you?' I smiled expectantly. 'Hmmm... okay,' Hannah chirped, before stepping away as if preparing to lift the hem of her dress. However, instead of the appearance of Hannah's curvy lines, I witnessed Hannah wriggle within the confines of her dress and seconds later, toss the offending bra on the desk. 'Okay. Now we're even,' she said trying to keep a straight face only to burst out laughing. 'Oh, you think that's funny?' I asked, smiling. 'Well, yeah. Duh,' she replied, starting to edge her way slowly around the desk. 'Oh, alright,' Hannah said, as she pulled her dress over her head. It took an instance for Hannah to free herself of the dress, revealing smooth, silky white skin. Hannah turned and tossed her dress over the back of her high-back chair, in stark contrast to my clothes, strewn haphazardly on the floor. With her back still turned, I ran a hand up her side, finally coming to rest, cupping a breast, trapping her hardened nipple between my fore and middle fingers. 'Well, hello,' Hannah breathed, as I moved in close behind, softly caressing her breast and lightly pulling on her nipple. Feeling Hannah lean in closer, I slipped my other hand around her waist, and pressed my hard-on against the crease of her butt. With a little pressure, the shaft nestled in between her cheeks. Hannah, placing a hand on the chair back, reached behind with her other and grasped my hip. Instinctively, I began sliding my cock up and back, my pre-cum creating a frictionless path. As I applied a little more pressure, I felt Hannah push back, her hand squeezing a little tighter. Her nipple felt like a pebble between my fingers as I gently increased the intensity of my pulls and tweaks. Hannah gently rocked her hips in time with my thrusts, the result left my head teasingly short of passing over her backdoor, again and again. I could feel the little knot of muscles travel along my shaft, driving me wild. Good Game Unable to resist any longer, I let the head of my cock pass over Hannah's butthole, Then, feeling the dip of her entrance, gave it a little nudge on the way back up. Hannah 's only response was a gentle clench of her cheeks, and a slight turn of her head, before continuing to rock her hips forward again. For a few minutes, neither of us speaking, just expelling small signs and barely audible groans. Hannah must have been enjoying the sensations. She had relaxed enough that my cock now caught the lip of her ring, before popping out and past. Both us were now breathing heavily, as we ground ourselves together with purpose. Then, one thrust found the target, and caused both of us to pause. With a little grunt, Hannah rolled her hips, steering my cock back to where she hinted it belonged. 'Ummm...What are you doing?' Hannah asked suspiciously, when again the head of my cock began to make more than a little headway. 'Nothing,' I lied, knowing that both of us knew that I'd intentionally shifted my hips. 'It doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like you're up to something,' she chimed back, now looking over her shoulder. 'Maybe,' I replied coyly. 'Well, I hate to disappoint you, but we won't be fucking my ass today,' Hannah declared, her choice of words resonating loudly in my ears. Plucking the condom up from her desk, Hannah turned and tapped my nose with it. 'Besides, it wouldn't be any fun without lube and margaritas,' she remarked playfully, a twinkle lighting her eyes. 'Sooo...Are you ready?' she asked with a sexy little grin. 'If you are?' I replied, as I reached out and clasped my hand over Hannah's pussy. Hannah gave my cock a few tugs before she tore open the wrapper and using both hands, unfurled the sheath over my hard on. 'Well, I think that should do it,' Hannah said, sitting back on the edge of her desk, admiring her work. 'I think that should,' I agreed, moving up to straddle her leg. I couldn't help looking down to take in Hannah's every detail. Both of us wore expressions of pure lust as the tension continued to build. My finger swam in Hannah's slit, as her clit danced circles beneath my finger tip. My cock strained under Hannah's firm grasp and steady strokes. When my fingers thrust in her pussy, Hannah moaned. 'I want your dick in me,' she said hungrily, clasping my hand, forcing my fingers deeper. 'Back up,' Hannah instructed. 'Lie down. I'm on top.' 'What about carpet burn?' I thought aloud, with my big head momentarily kicking in. Hannah looked around her office, deftly reached in to a space between the wall and a filing cabinet, and produced a yoga mat. 'Problem solved!' she beamed proudly, as she threw the mat down. The obstacle tackled, we wasted no time arranging ourselves. Hannah now towered above, her thighs straddling my hips. Her breasts swaying enticingly close as she continued shifting her weight. I shameless looked from Hannah's face to her deliciously spread pussy, and back again, as she settled. Comfortable, Hannah crouched lower and draped her breasts across my lips as I felt the moist heat of her sex grind against my shaft. Feeling the contact, I raised my hips, wanting to add to the already intense sensation. My mouth chased her nipples, finally catching one between my lips and sucking it firmly. Swirling my tongue around it, I randomly caught Hannah's nipple between my teeth and gave it a gentle bite. Hannah was now letting out small moans, as her hips rocked with determination. Abruptly, Hannah reached down and, with a hint of desperation, positioned my ready cock at her entrance. Straightening to her full height, Hannah tentatively lowered herself, engulfing the head of my cock. Hannah held her breath as she sank lower, taking a little more before friction started to pull. With a gentle rise and fall, Hannah sank a little lower. A final effort and we both exhaled and as my length disappear within her. 'Ohh...' Hannah and I chorused, with satisfied moans. Hands at Hannah's waist, I pulled down trying to drive ever deeper. I flexed my cock, prompting a small smile from Hannah's lips. Hannah squeezed back, her pussy clenching my shaft, sending an added tingle up my spine. We teased each other for a few moments, flexing back and forth. Eventually, we exchange one last grin before Hannah rolled her hips forward in one long stroke. Hannah placed a hand on my chest to steady herself as we fell into a rhythm. With my hands on her hips, I moved with Hannah, burying myself as deeply as I could. Locking eyes, we exchanged wanton stares as our bodies responded to our slow grind. A small moan escaped Hannah's mouth as I reached further back and groped her backside. Hearing her response, I started pulling Hannah's cheeks apart as she thrust back, wanting to expose her sensitive opening to the cool air. My efforts didn't go unnoticed as Hannah sighed loudly before walking her hands forward and hanging her head. A few strokes later, Hannah threw her hair to one side. 'I'm so turned on,' Hannah breathed in my ear, as she started biting and sucking my earlobe. Her words triggered a deep desire within. With careful movements, I let the fingertips of one hand, creep closer and closer to Hannah's asshole. By the end of three more stokes, two fingertips rested over her opening. Feeling my touch, Hannah lifted her head. Readjusting her hips a little, she then resumed her steady strokes. Hannah's little shift had extended my reach so I could now comfortably explore all that lay between her thighs. Everything else became peripheral, as I focused on the tips of my fingers. I could feel Hannah's ring stretch, as my hands, over and over again, continued prying her cheeks wide. Tracing my fingertips lower, I slipped them in alongside my shaft, as it pumped in and out. Hannah sighed at the addition stretching her pussy further. Both our sexes were drenched with her juices. Withdrawing my now coated fingers, I returned my fingertips to Hannah's rear. Circling her clenched opening once again, I started to gently probe. Within moments, the tense knot unraveled, allowing my tips to slip in and out. Hannah slowed for a moment, lost in the new sensation. 'You're so bad,' she breathed lustfully in my ear. 'Maybe,' I replied, as my fingers plied Hannah's ring a little wider. Little by little, my fingers delved deeper, as her muscles relaxed. Now and again, Hannah squeezed tightly around my digits, only to give more when she released her grip. Then something shifted in Hannah. Abruptly, she sat up, grabbed me by both wrists and in one fluid motion, pinned my hands over my head. Closing her eyes, she began grinding her clit in to me with renewed vigor. Hannah's strokes quickly grew to desperate thrusts. Her face was a mask of determination. I watched Hannah's mouth subconsciously open and close ever so slightly, as she focused solely on her ever building orgasm. Seeing Hannah lost in herself triggered a deep urge to drive my dick ever upward. Harder and harder, I thrust my hips in to Hannah, as I strained under her grip. Both our bodies glistened from what was now a race the finish. 'Uh...Uh...Uh,' Hannah quietly grunted, biting her lower lip, while I took short, sharp breaths in time. We were fucking with abandon now. Nothing else mattered. The familiar surges, now accenting the continual tingling pleasure, signaled I was mere seconds from release. Then Hannah threw her head back. 'Oh God...Oh...Oh...Oh God yes! Yes! I'm cumming!' Hannah cried, as her thrusts returned to smooth stokes again. The second her voice registered, my own orgasm burst forth. Hannah was still squeezing my wrists, riding out her orgasm, as my muscles began spasming, 'Uh...Uh...Yes!' I groaned, finally climaxing. I could feel the condom ballooning as my cock pumped what felt like a torrent of cum in to Hannah. Hannah sat back, allowing me to place my hands back on her thighs. I gave her a light squeeze, as we smiled satisfied smiles at each other. 'Wow. So that was fun,' Hannah said, as she gave my dick a squeeze in return. 'I think that was more than fun,' I replied. Taking our time, we eventually decided to make a move up off the floor. I was still hard when I finally withdrew from Hannah's still hot, but very relaxed, pussy. Disposing of the evidence discretely, I gathered up my clothes and started to get dressed. By the time I tied my shoes, Hannah was fixing her hair in a small hand mirror. Looking at her desk, I noticed that her thong was still sitting where I had left it. 'I think you forgot these,' I said, twirling her little, black intimates on my finger. Hannah just grinned. 'I thought I still owed you?' she replied, coyly. 'Besides, I thought it would be fun to play for them next week. Don't you?' Hannah asked, giving me the cheekiest grin yet. 'Maybe,' I smiled, walking over to stand behind Hannah. 'And maybe we could have a few margaritas too?' I added, giving her waist a little squeeze. Hannah, taking the thong from my fingers and slipping it in my pocket simply replied, 'Maybe.' ***If you enjoyed the story, please don't forget to vote, and writers love to get feedback so please, post a comment. Thank you. Good Game Ch. 02 "Here's your car Mr. Emerson, how are you today Ms. Holiday?" says Tucker, the Pine Hills Valet. He was about twenty two and pimple faced, but he was always very pleasant, and after what had just happened to me I had not a care or bad thought it my body. "I'm fine Tucker, just kicked this one's ass in tennis again," I say motioning to Brad who was climbing into his little navy convertible. "Here you go sweetie, have a great afternoon," I say to Tucker and hand him a fifty dollar bill as he closes the car door. "A-and you too, Ms. Holiday!!" Tucker says excitedly. He's probably happy not only for a superb tip, but I'm sure he could probably smell the sex between my legs. I was still very wet, and very turned on. I couldn't stop thinking about how intense my orgasms were with Reagan. I had never even kissed another woman before yet alone allow her to do the things Reagan had just done. I would always watch the stupid college comedies where the two girlfriends, or roommates get drunk and make-out like it was no big deal, I just assumed that was just in the movies because things like that sure didn't happen to me at Brown. "It's such a nice day, why don't you take the long way to my parent's house babe?" I say with a smile to Brad as I run my fingers through his hair gently tousling his brown curls. I loved to play in Brad's hair; he had soft brown hair that grew into gorgeous curls when he let it get long. In his convertible our hair blew gently in the breeze while the sun kissed our skin and made me as warm on the outside as I was on the inside. "Do you know what I was thinking," Brad says as he looks over at me smiling his politician smile. "I was thinking maybe we could go into the city this weekend and have a nice romantic dinner just the two of us, what do you think?" He finishes. " Hmm I think…" and I leave my question verbally unanswered, but lean over and kiss him on the cheek. I don't know if it was the sun, coupled with my recent sexual rendezvous but I was ready to go again. I kissed my way down my fiancés face to his neck and ear and started nibbling on his earlobe, softly licking and biting it. "Baby I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world," I whisper and I unbuckle my seatbelt and begin rubbing Brad's washboard stomach. He's wearing khakis and a polo because of the dinner we were about to attend at my parent's house, so I had to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants to get what I wanted. And what I wanted was his dick in my mouth, immediately. "Shit, Tiffany we're about to hit some traffic, people might see you. Wait until I can get back onto the less dense areas," Brad reasoned with me. "Fuck them, I want to suck you right now I don't want to wait," I said rather aggressively as I unzipped his pants and pulled his beautiful 8 inch penis out of his pants. I lowered my head onto his penis, taking it all at first but then moving back up and stroking him with my hand. I delivered kisses up and down his shaft and licked circles around the head of his rock hard cock and I could feel the car slow down some to adjust to traffic. "Oh, baby that feels so good but just, just wait…ohhh damn that feels amazing though, but what..what if someone FUCK," yelled Brad, unable to chose which head to listen to. I didn't care though, I wasn't stopping, I wasn't waiting, I was giving the best blow job of my life right here on Interstate 95. "Bradley Cambridge Emerson III shut up and drive," I managed to get out before I devoured his entire dick in my mouth. I moved up and down the shaft, while massaging his balls with my hand. Milking the cum out of his dick, sucking him hard-but not to hard, and licking him all around his cock making my mouth mirror the warmth of my dripping vagina. I moved faster and faster up his shaft sucking, wanting, and needing him to cum in my mouth. I could taste his pre-cum and I could feel it on my tongue, which only made me wetter and him slow the car down more, probably more than was necessary to flow with traffic. I wrapped my other hand around his dick, and made it an extension of my mouth, I moved it up as I moved up, and down as I went down. I could feel his balls move closer to his body and his cock stiffened in my mouth finally ready to deliver what I wanted so badly. "Tiffany I'm cumming, ohhhhhhhhhhhh goooooooooooooooooood I'm cumming," He yelled into the wind. I swallowed every bit of my man's love juice and slowly continued moving up and down, milking every drop of cum out of his pole that I could. "Baby you've got to stop somewhere, I need you inside of me now I can't wait any longer," I pleaded with him like an addict in need of her fix. I had never been this turned on in my life and I couldn't think straight I was so consumed in wanting to make love. Sex was all that was on my mind and I didn't care about who saw, or who heard, I just wanted a dick inside me I was so horny I couldn't wait. I sat up and wiped my mouth as Brad sat in the driver's seat in recovery with his dick now laying half limp on the side of his thigh. I pulled up my skirt and pushed my panties to the side and began rubbing my clit and fingering myself. The tiny car left me no room so I turned my body towards my fiancé and put my left leg behind his seat giving him a lovely view of my pussy which by this time was soaking. My white panties were soaked so thoroughly I could have probably wrung them out and my nipples ached so badly I wanted to cry. "Do you want me to stop and put the top up," Brad asked in an exhausted, but considerate voice. "No, I want you to watch me," I said feeling a little dirty but so horny I didn't care what he thought of me. All I wanted was to orgasm, and I didn't care if George W, Sr. and Clinton themselves all watched, hell Clinton would've love it. I took off my top and thanked the Lord I wore a front closure bra. I unhooked it releasing my aching breast and exposing them to Brad, the sun, and the whirring drivers on the interstate. I massaged my breasts with my left hand moving back and forth, offering temporary relief to my tender nipples one at a time. With my right hand I focused attention back to my clit, rubbing it hard and fast. Brad couldn't take being a passenger on my sex train and he reached his hand over and inserted three fingers into my piping hot pussy hole. The feeling made me moan out loud, and the freedom of no walls turned me on even more, and I allowed myself to really be as uninhibited as I felt like being. Every moan I let escape my lips was lost in the wind, every pant, every cry and whimper was gone in the breeze leaving me as quickly as they'd come. "Baby I want you to fuck me with your hand, hard ok? Just keep fucking me, don't stop no matter what, just keep fucking me," I instructed Brad and he listened, increasing the speed and thrusting his fingers deeper inside me harder and harder each time. I couldn't spend anymore time on my breasts, I had to cum or I was going to burst. I used my left hand to pull back the hood of my clitoris for maximum exposure and I rubbed it vigorously with my right hand. Almost immediately I could feel an orgasm building up inside me. I screamed, "Harder, faster baby, deeper, Oh God I'm cumming," into the air. My walls began to pulsate getting tighter around the hand of my lover, he found my G-spot and massaged it sending me into overdrive. I moaned loudly, humping the seat, thrusting Brad's hand deeper inside me while rubbing my clit. I bucked and bucked against him and I could feel my juices dripping out of me and down my thighs. Brad didn't stop he kept finger fucking me, causing me orgasm after orgasm, I felt tears begin to stream out of my eyes as I cried in pleasure. I had never felt so free and cum so much ever in my life. I reached down and pulled Brad's hand out of me and I moved my leg around the seat to return facing forward in the seat. I sat with my legs pressed tightly together riding the rest of my orgasm but putting slight pressure on my clit with my things. As a shivered, and shook through my series of orgasms my phone rang. "Hello Tiffany, this is your mother where in God's name are you two? Your father said you weren't there yet" she asked sounding worried. "Um oh mom we just, it was so nice out that we took the long way, we'll be there in about ten minutes is Dad ready to show off his new toy," I reply trying to sound normal. "Oh yes, what doyou think this is the third one he's bought! We're going to have to buy more land or another house the way he buys frivolous things these days." She says, apparently not noticing the lackadaisical sound in my voice. "Oh I see Brad's car now! I'm pulling up behind you, I had to run to the store to get a few things for dinner. Wave sweetie—OH! Tiffany where are your clothes!?" she yells furiously. "Shit," I say to Brad, as my mother roars beside us in her SUV looking down and seeing everything. "Shit, shit shit." To be continued… Good Game Ch. 03 I hurriedly fastened the clasp to my bra and pulled my shirt back over my head as Brad struggled to get his dick back into his pants. Thankfully I don't think my mother had seen Brad, just me with my skirt pulled up around my waist and completely topless revealing my soft pink nipples. Not exactly the image the daughter of a Senator needs to portray. I knew I was going to hear about this. Pulling into my parents long quarter mile driveway I tried to make myself look as presentable and normal as possible, while preparing myself for the lies I was about to tell my mother. "Tiffany Holiday, I don't....I mean I can't...what were you thinking? You could have been seen! Bradley what were you thinking letting her...how...I don't know what to say," my mother huffed sliding out of her black SUV with two grocery bags. "We don't even have time to discuss it, Tiffany you will be explaining yourself to me later, and you'd better hope that no one recognized you or you'll have to be explaining to Channel 5! How could you be so careless?" "I'm sorry mom, we were just...well I was just. I wasn't thinking, I just took my top off to have a little fun in the car on the way over, Brad was a good little yuppie and asked me to keep my clothes on," I said snidely resenting the fact that my mother cared more of how my nudity looked for my father than for me. "What's in the bags?" "Oh your father invited Herman Allowitz and his wife and daughter over for dinner and I had to run out and get a few light bulbs for the walkway. Evidently, this Allowitz guy has old money, and if your father is lucky some of that money will be contributed to the campaign. Last year alone Herman's company grossed over... My mom began rambling facts so impressive one would think she worked for the NYSE. I guess being the wife of a politician meant knowing the stats of the contributors and the competitors. I, however, have never been interested in my father's occupation aside from the fact that traveling with him allowed me to travel to new places and meet a lot of new men, which was great in my teenage years. While my father was giving lip service to wealthy patrons, I was giving lip service to their teenage sons. By the time I was twenty-one I was a blow job extraordinaire, and if giving head were the sort of thing that was discussed in civilized conversation I'd have some mighty impressive stats for my mother to recite. Brad helped my mother carry the bags of bulbs around to the back of the house while I walked in the front, heading towards a bathroom so that I could fix myself up before going out to meet my father and Mr. Allowitz. I didn't want to brush my teeth as I could still taste the remnants of my gorgeous fiancé in my mouth and I wanted it to stay there until he had time to fuck me properly. As I rounded the corner I was nearly knocked down by someone walking out of the bathroom as I headed in. "Oh sorry," I said quickly and then stepped backwards to allow the stranger to exit the bathroom. "No probl-," she stopped. "Tiffany?" "Reagan??" I whispered with a hint of excitement, "What are you...oh shit don't tell me you're Herman Allowitz's daughter!" "Guilty," she says with a sly smile, "Reagan Allowitz, of Allowitz shipping and distribution." Obviously Reagan was used to people associating her with her father's money, and she was clearly not ecstatic about the association. "Listen, this afternoon. I don't know what that was but it was amazing. I haven't been that turned on ever, I mean on the way over here I couldn't keep my hands off of Brad, or myself for that matter!" I confided. "Yeah it was nice, but it can get better..." Reagan said and she leaned in towards me and instead of kissing my lips she kissed me neck. She sucked on my neck and kissed me softly up to my ear where she gently nibbled. It was so damned erotic I almost came right then and there. "Tiffany, dinner is waiting outside, what are you in here doing?" I could hear my mom yell for me. I stepped away from Reagan and began walking outside towards the sound of my mother's voice. Reagan followed, so I was conscious to swing my hips a little more than usual. I could still feel her tongue on my pussy, licking and exploring my folds like she was searching for the fountain of youth. My panties began to get moist from my thoughts. Throughout dinner my father and Herman talked shop while my mother talked with Mrs. Allowitz about whatever it is society ladies discuss. Brad and I caressed each other's thighs under the table while Reagan ran her leg up and down the length of mine. At one point I thought I felt Brad jerk away, because maybe he felt Reagan's foot...but if he did he didn't let on at all. Bored of all the small talk with my parents and the Allowitz's I offered to take Reagan on a tour of the house. My mother of course thought it was a great idea and she herself stole Mrs. Allowitz off to the guests' house for after dinner cordials and discussion of some fundraiser. My father and Mr. Allowitz had been nonstop laughing and passionately involved in a conversation about the new Yankee's line up and didn't notice as people started gradually leaving the table. I invited Brad to join Reagan and me as I walked her through the mansion. "And this is the downstairs mother suite, nobody uses this room except for me on occasion because it has an amazing solarium, you can see all of the grounds, and nobody can see you its floor to ceiling windows and great for watching the sunset," I explained feeling like one of those White House guides. Reagan walked ahead of us fingering the photographs of myself and my family, and then took a seat out in the solarium. Brad and I walked in behind her, but since there were only two large chairs, I sat in Brad's lap. Reagan was the perfect house guest, she began asking when the house was built, how long we'd been in it, and things of that nature, and I absentmindedly answered her while I began rubbing the length of Brad's hardening cock through his khakis. "Do you mind if we sit out here and watch the sunset, I'm really tired? I played tennis today at Pine Hills and walking around isn't exactly what I want to do after the big meal we just had," Reagan reasons as she lays back in the chair and closes her eyes, feeling the sun and is slowly disappeared into the horizon. "That's fine with me, Brad and I played tennis today too, I'm surprised we didn't see you there," I say suppressing a giggle. I enjoyed pretending we were strangers, even though Reagan had already gotten to know me in a most intimate manner. My mind began to replay the events of my day and I could feel my loins respond and my nipples start to stiffen. By now Brad's cock was rock hard and I lay back on his chest so that he could talk to me without Reagan hearing. "Tiffany, why did you start something we can't finish right now? I'm horny as fuck and look at my dick!" He said in a desperate whisper. "Reagan," I said loudly, sitting up away from Brad but keeping my hand stroking his hard-on. "Do you mind if I fuck my fiancé right now? I've been rearing to go since we got here, and he has an erection the size of Long Island right now and I don't want to waste it." Brad looked at me horror stricken with his face hot and red from embarrassment. He must have thought I was a completely lunatic nymphomaniac the way I'd been acting today. "Not a problem, Tiffany, but only if I can join," Reagan says as she gets up from her chair and walks over to me to greet me with a slow, soft and sensual kiss. She searched my mouth with her tongue and I melted into her while continuing to massage Brad. "What the fuck is...I don't understand? Do you two, have you...are we?" Brad stammered completely confused. I decided not to divulge my secrets but to answer him physically. I broke my kiss with Reagan and turned around to face Brad. Without saying a word, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I then stood up, removed my clothes and then lowered myself slowly onto my fiancé's waiting erection. My warmth felt so good to him that the only words he was able to get out were indecipherable. As Brad lay under me and I on top raising and lowering myself on his rod, Reagan undressed herself and knelt in front of me and I began kissing her nipples. I sucked at them one by one and moved my hands up and down her body. Her skin was smooth as silk and I could feel her curves, she was shaped like an hourglass, she was soft and firm at the same time. I could smell her arousal as I attended to her breasts and I moved a hand down to explore her wetness. Reagan was so turned on her pussy was hot to the touch. I moved my fingers in her hole and around her clitoris then took her juices on my fingers and rubbed them onto her nipples and slowly licked it off. I tried to keep my slow steady pace with Brad but he was getting hornier watching me fondle and explore this beauty whom he thought to be a perfect stranger. He pushed himself up, making me get on all fours and began fucking me from behind. Now I was on his pace and he pulled his length out of me then quickly pushed it back in, each time rubbing slightly against my G-spot. "Play with her asshole, she likes it." Reagan said to Brad, who on any other occasion would have been offended by the advice, but tonight he listed. He reached around and touched my wet pussy and began lubricating my rosebud with my own fluids. "Now you," Reagan continued, "eat my pussy while your lover boy can see." I was just as obedient as Brad was and as Reagan lie down and spread her legs apart I lowered my head into what smelled like heaven. I licked up and down the length of her love crevasse, making slow circles around her hole and her clit. I could feel her push down into my face whenever I paid special attention to her clit, so I reached my hand up and began rubbing it hard and slow while I tongue fucked her pussy hole with the same rhythm and speed as Brad was using on me. When Brad moved in, I stuck my tongue in when he pulled out so did I. We were all three moving in sync when I felt Brad pull out but he didn't move back in. This deterred my concentration a bit. "Baby what's wrong," I asked looking up from Reagan's pussy which was glowing with ecstasy. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass Tiffany, I know we've never tried before and it makes you nervous...but then again I didn't think threesomes were your style either," Brad reasoned calmly. Before I had the chance to answer or react, I could feel the head of his penis push against my hole. It was going to be tight but I was plenty wet, and so was his dick. The pressure was marvelous and I responded to the intensity by increasing the speed at which I was rubbing Reagan's clit. I lowered my head back into her pussy and began licking from her asshole to her opening and stuck my tongue inside her walls exploring her orally, I could feel her muscles tightening around my tongue and I could feel her clit start to harden, I knew she was about to cum. Brad had stuck the head of his penis inside me and it hurt, but the pain was bliss. "Ohhhhhhhh Brad, don't go slow baby, fuck me. Treat me like your slut I don't care just make me cum baby," I encouraged him. It didn't take long for him to respond by thrusting the rest of his dick inside me. I was so startled by the feeling of euphoria that was being caused by this anal fuck that I cried out loud, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, faster, faster, go faster and hard Brad, FUCK ME." I switched up, and stuck my fingers insider Reagan's hole and put my mouth over her clit. I flicked and sucked her with no regard for being gentle or slow. I wanted her to cum as hard as I was going to. I started with just one finger, but I went up to three and I was fucking her hard and fast, in and out as I licked her cum covered clit. She was pushing into my face and I knew she was closer than ever. Without warning I stuck a finger into her asshole and fucked both her holes fast and hard. Almost immediately she was screaming with pleasure and she was clamping her thighs around my face. I could barely breath but I wasn't letting my mouth off of her clit. I kept licking and flicking and she kept cumming all over my hand. I pushed another finger into her ass and pushed them as deep as I could. "Oh my fuckin asshole, shit oh, Oh OHHHHHH fuck me, shit I'm cumming! I can't stop cumming," screamed Reagan as she writhed in the chair. "Fuck Tiffany, you're so tight back here I'm going to cum too baby, cum with me," said Brad as he started pumping my asshole faster and harder, pulling my hips into his. Reagan didn't waste anytime in savoring her orgasms, as soon as she heard Brad, she flipped around and moved up under me. She put her mouth over my pussy and began sucking my clit as I was just sucking hers. She used her hands to massage Brad's balls which were slamming into me harder and harder with each thrust. I could feel my legs starting to grow weak and my whole body was getting aroused, I was on fire and I could feel the most entense orgasm ever forming in my body. I threw my head back and arched my back as Brad thrust and exploded his semen into my tight ass hole. I could feel its warmth fill me and that sent me over the edge. I collapsed onto Reagan's mouth and she kept sucking me as I cried out in the throws of passion. I could feel cum dripping out of my asshole, and my own juices start to flow down my pussy. My body was shaking and Reagan was licking up every drop of cum, Brad's and my own and I could do nothing but let her, I was weak from the orgasms I was having. I closed my eyes and I could smell Reagan's pussy and I was in utopia. As I recovered from my intense multiple orgasms, I opened my eyes and Brad was dressing. I got up and started to do the same, no one was talking, but we were all covered in each other and the room was steamy and smelled like sex. "We'd better get back before they start to miss us," Brad said matter-of-factly as if nothing we'd just done was out of the ordinary. "Thanks for showing me the house, its beautiful," said Reagan following Brad out of the room, leaving me there naked and covered in the remnants of sex, hair matted, and mouth tasting like her pussy. By the time I fully recovered and fixed myself up enough to look semi-normal, the Allowitz' were preparing to leave. My mother of course thanked them for coming and they graciously said it was their pleasure. The father's shook hands, and I held onto Brad as I shook hands with Reagan and we made a date to play doubles the following Thursday at Pine Hills.