0 comments/ 114706 views/ 9 favorites Jenny Loves "Arse" By: libidinal I didn't want to wind up like my sister, going to our local community college and residing at home. With our mom and pop looking over our shoulders all the time, living with them was not exactly a pleasant experience for a young woman. Though at nineteen and twenty-one respectively, me and my sister Lynn certainly regarded ourselves as two young women, mom and dad couldn't stop thinking of us as their little girls, girls who had to be watched and told what to do every minute of the day. What a drag! So I had vowed that wouldn't happen to me, staying at the old homestead. I could've gone to college locally and lived at home, like my sister, but, instead, I applied to and got into a university out-of-state. My folks disapproved and told me they wouldn't help with the tuition or living expenses. So I decided to spend the year after high school working at two, sometimes, three jobs, and saving my money. Then I'd go to college wherever I wanted, even if I began my freshman year late, at nineteen. Plus, I got myself a scholarship. In a week I was due to fly two thousand miles, to the East Coast, and begin school. Naturally, I was thrilled. Two thousand miles between me and dear old mom and dad! It was sheer heaven to think about it. "I feel so good for you, sis," Lynn said, hugging me, happy that I had chosen this path, a path she herself couldn't muster the means to attempt. "You're so lucky, getting away from here, getting away from them-" "I know," I said, squeezing my sister's hand. I loved her dearly and we were always there for each other. Sometimes we wondered whether we had been adopted, the two of us a couple of live wire and very red-blooded American women, while our parents were the very picture of gloom and spite and envy and suspiciousness. "You'll have to come visit me whenever you can," I told her. "Who knows, maybe next year you can transfer or something." "I don't think so," she said, sadly shaking her head. "It's too late for that. I'll just stay here and finish up. Then, when I get my degree and get a job I can finally get away from this shithole." Now my sister looked at me and that look told me there was something else on her mind. "Listen, sis," she said, leaning close, almost whispering, even though there was no one in the house but the two of us. "I want to tell you something. I'm going to have Jimmy come over and spend the night with me. So when mom and dad get back be careful not to say anything about him being over here, okay?" Lynn's boyfriend Jimmy lived at home too, with his mom and his sister and her two babies. So it wasn't too much fun for Lynn to go over there either. Now our mom and dad hardly every went anywhere, and were almost always at home, but through some kind of raffle or something they won a trip to Las Vegas. So we knew they'd be away from the house for the rest of the weekend, the first time in a very, very long time they'd both been away together. "Oh mum's the word, I won't say a thing," I said, reassuring my sister, secretly thrilled that she'd have her boyfriend over for the night and be spending the night screwing him right next door, right next to my room. Jimmy was this really sexy guy too. Lynn had been seeing him for a couple of months now and she had told me more than once that he was a really hot lover. She got off describing him and their lovemaking in detail, and I, of course, encouraged her. She'd tell me how they did it and what his cock was like, that kind of stuff. My sister could sense how hearing all that really turned me on, and she got a charge out of that, out of exciting me with her descriptions. "Listen," she said, leaning even closer, smiling conspiratorially. "You know, after we go to my room tonight, I'll leave the door cracked open. So if you want, you can tip-toe over and sneak a peek at what we're doing." I gulped when she said that. I had once told her, after hearing a long and detailed account of how Jimmy had fucked her up the ass one time, that it would've really flipped me out to watch them do it that way, or any other way. She smiled wickedly then, loving to hear how charged up I had become by the idea of watching her and sexy Jimmy making it. And now, here she was, telling me I could get to do exactly that! They had gone out to see a movie and I waited anxiously for them to get back, counting the hours, the minutes after I knew the movie had ended and they were on their way home. I was in my room in bed, wearing a nightgown. I tried to read but I couldn't keep my mind on anything but the thought that, if everything worked out, I'd be getting to watch my sister do the nasty with her horny boyfriend. Lynn and me talked about sex all the time; we were a little sex-crazy, you could say. Two years older than me, she was considerably more experienced. So I'd listen to her stories and her observations and, of course, shared my own with her, since I'd become pretty active in the sex department myself of late. They say it's mainly guys who get really turned by the visual side of sex, who like flipping through dirty magazines or watching porno films. But I guess I must be an exception. Once I caught my mom and dad making it, which wasn't exactly an exciting sight. But I love going through sex mags or watching hot, nasty tapes, stuff like that. So naturally, the prospect of seeing my sister actually do it in the flesh was incredibly exciting to me. A few minutes later I could hear the door open and knew they were finally home. My heart started thumping in my chest as I heard them walk upstairs, past my room, to my sister's. I had made sure to turn off the lights so Jimmy'd think I was asleep. The way my sister put it to me, about my sneaking over on tip toes, I figured she didn't say anything to Jimmy about having her sister watch them. Although I knew that horny bastard would love it! Lynn probably figured that'd be going a little too far, having her sister openly watch her and her boyfriend doing the deed. They went into her room and then I heard my sister's footsteps as she left and walked into my room, coming up to my bed and whispering. "Wait about five minutes till we get our clothes off, okay?" she said. So I waited, staring at the illuminated dial of my clock, counting off the seconds. And then I got out of bed, quiet as a church mouse, and walked out into the hallway, towards Lynn's room. The light was on and I tip-toed over so I could peek in. Lynn had made sure to leave the door half-way open. There was my sister, completely naked already, unbuckling and tugging down Jimmy's pants. "We gonna leave the lights on?" Jimmy asked. "Yeah," my sister said. "Let's leave them on tonight so we can see, I want to get a good look at that big cock of yours, Jimmy, while I suck on it." He smirked, loving it. Some guys expect the lights to go off right away, but a lot of women like to leave the lights on, a least a little, so they can see the guy they're doing it with. Suddenly there it was, his cock, fully erect, and as big as my sister had always claimed it was. I was so excited I was afraid the two of them could hear my heart beating in my chest. "Oh yeah, I want to taste some of this now," my sister said, twisting Jimmy's rigid penis in her hand. "Gosh, Lynn," Jimmy said. "You're a real talker tonight, let's not wake up your sister." I knew she was doing it for my benefit, talking like that. "Oh, don't worry about her, she sleeps like a rock," Lynn said as she leaned down to wrap her lips around Jimmy's cock, quickly glancing at the door, seeing me there and winking, her mouth stuffed with his meaty shaft. Now I just stood there, frozen, as I watched my sister give Jimmy a vivid, sloppy blow job. And she made sure that his cock and her face were positioned so that I'd have a perfect view, so nothing would be obscured. "Oh yeah, baby, suck it down!" Jimmy growled, pushing her head down on it, thrusting forward, fucking her mouth. I'd seen plenty of blow jobs in porn tapes me and my friends had rented, but nothing came close to this. My sister was really going at it like a pro, and Jimmy couldn't get enough. "How about I get on top tonight?" my sister asked Jimmy. "Yeah, sure," he said, spreading himself out on her bed, on his back. Now I watched as she straddled his body. My sister is tall, taller than me, and lanky, with a great figure. So now I was staring at her back, watching her reach down to take hold of Jimmy's cock, working it into her pussy, sinking down on it, impaling herself. I love to do it like that myself, getting on top of a guy, riding him. I gazed straight ahead as my sister fucked the shit out of Jimmy, rocking up and down on his thick pole, twisting her pelvis, really doing it. It was partly for my benefit, she knew I was watching. But I also was well aware that my sister was a hot one. This was the first time I'd seen my sister fuck Jimmy, or anyone else for that matter. But I'd heard her fuck before, another time when my folks were away. And I could still remember all her howls and groans. Yeah, good old Lynn was a freak for hot, raw sex! Just like me! I stared at the gorgeous sight of Jimmy's straight, hard cock sinking into my sister's cunt, her buns shaking from his rugged thrusts deep into her body. God! This was making me so hot! I couldn't help myself now, lifting up my nightgown and bringing my other hand between my legs where I was wet as a swamp. I reached right for my clit, swollen now, as big and round as a pea, as hard as a marble. Suddenly my sister turned her head to look back at me, smiling broadly as she saw me masturbate to the sight of her getting fucked. For a moment I felt a little exposed and embarrassed, having her see me fingering myself like this, but then I figured that's what my sister would expect and want to see, me getting all charged up by the sight of her making love. Lynn always claimed she had a powerful exhibitionistic streak. Now I just watched, spellbound, as my sister took her time fucking Jimmy in this most perfect of positions. At least perfect from my point of view, the observer's. "Hey Jimmy? How about you do it to my ass now?" I heard her say, as my heart skipped a beat. "Sure, baby," he said, and he started to push her off so they could shift into position for that. "No," she said, "This time, let's try it another way. Let me stay on top. Go on and fuck my ass with me on top of it, okay baby?" "Yeah, cool," Jimmy said, loving it all. I was astounded. I'd heard my sister talk about getting her ass fucked and how much she loved doing that. Jimmy had just done it to her for the first time a couple of weeks ago, I knew, but I guess it had become a part of their repertoire already -- I myself was still a virgin in that particular department. Now, thrilled beyond belief at what I was about to witness, I watched my sister reach over to her purse and pull out a tube of something. In the dim light I could see her squeeze the lubricant onto her fingertips, then reach back and slap it between her buns, Jimmy's cock all the while still pumping up into her cunt. "Okay, I'm ready for you," she said, lifting herself off of Jimmy, freeing his cock from the grip of her cunt, but immediately reaching back and taking hold of it, working it back an inch. I knew at least one reason my sister felt like getting her butt fucked in this position tonight. That way she'd be pretty sure I'd have a perfect view! And I sure did as, my jaw now hanging slack in awe, I watched her impale her lubed asshole on Jimmy's cock. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. Here I was, watching my sister get fucked right up the ass! "Oh yeah, fuck my ass, Jimmy, fuck it hard!" she gasped, partly for my benefit again, I knew. She even reached back now to spread open her buns and touch his cock as it entered and filled her butt. And that, too, I knew she was partly doing for my viewing pleasure as well. I stared, mesmerized, watching Jimmy's beautiful, thick cock busting open my sister's asshole, disappearing into her bottom. "Oh yeah, Jimmy, yeah!" she cried out now as she moved her hand back in front. I had been real curious when she first told me about it, when she said that whenever she gets her ass fucked she uses her own fingers to work on her pussy. Which is what she was doing now. And there was someone else here too, standing in the doorway, working on her pussy! Now I could hear Jimmy begin to growl and moan and then when he slammed it all the way into her ass with one savage thrust, burying the full length in her rectum, I knew he had just unloaded, spraying his spunk deep into my sister's bottom. Just the thought of it made me swoon. And her too, because moments later she was panting and howling, her whole body shaking and twitching as she got herself off. With one more flicker of a finger I could've gotten myself off too, but I held back. I wanted to return to my own bed now, to vividly re-live all this in my mind, what I'd just witnessed. And with those beautiful images swirling in my feverish, erotically-charged brain, I'd rub my pussy until it was raw, holding back until I was ready to explode in one shattering, volcanic orgasm -- the kind that would leave my body numb, and let me sleep the dreamiest of sleeps! A few weeks later I was ready to pack up and head East to begin my Freshman year in college. My parents had finally adjusted to my decision, although they never relished the idea of independence for any of their children, even my two brothers who were both pushing thirty. That's just the way mom and dad were. But this would never be a concern of mine again. That, I knew for sure. I was going away to college. I intended to support myself fully from this point on, even if it meant I had to drop out for a semester here and there to work and save up tuition money. But I knew that from the moment I got on that plane and headed for my new home, a college campus, I'd be free! I was a little concerned that, at nineteen, I'd be a year or more older than most of the other Freshman, but that should really be no big problem. After all, there were all those upperclassmen around and I could mix with them, especially the guys! My main worry now was who my roommate would be. As a Freshman you don't know anyone on campus yet so obviously you can't choose your roommate, the college chooses one for you. Since I was aware that the rooms in the Freshman dorm were pretty small and that day-to-day life there would be at close quarters and intimate, I only hoped that my roommate would be someone I'd get along with. I'd heard horror stories from friends who'd already started college about how awful some of their roommates were, and how that could make your first year in college a real nightmare. So when I finally arrived at the airport, got a cab, and headed for campus, I was naturally a little apprehensive, I had the cab drop me off at my dorm. I'd already visited the campus when I first learned I was admitted, so I was pretty familiar with the layout. Now I headed for my assigned dorm room and immediately saw that there was someone already inside, my new roommate. "Hello," she said with a big, warm, cheerful smile the second she saw me. "I'm Fiona, your roommate. And you must be Jenny?" "Yeah," I said, shaking hands. "Fiona? Is that an English name?" I had already detected that she wasn't American, but probably British, or maybe Australian or South African. "No, South African," she said. "I'm from Johannesburg." Right away I liked her. Not only did she give off this direct, warm vibe, but I was thrilled I would be rooming with someone from overseas and not just another boring co-ed from Podunkville or somewhere like that. She was a lovely young thing too, all lithe and graceful and, I could sense, rather sophisticated. She did, after all, say she was from Johannesburg which I had heard was a pretty cosmopolitan city. "I've always wanted to live in America, so after going to boarding school in England and taking my A-levels, I decided I'd go to college here in the States. You'll have to be my guide Jenny, my guide to all things American." "I'll do my best," I said, deeply relieved, delighted that my new roommate seemed so nice, and so interesting. And, framkly, so lovely to look at. And then there's something else I have to admit now. I myself am bi-sexual. I'm as attracted to females as I am to males. So naturally I thought about what it would mean sharing close quarters -- a single, modest-sized room -- with another female. Now with Fiona being as lovely as she was, mixed feelings swelled up within me. If my roommate had been the sort who didn't turn me on at all, none of this would be an issue. And, in a way, I hoped that would've been the case. But part of me also longed for a roommate who was cute, someone I could fantasize about a little. If it turned out she was straight, I'd just keep my fantasies to myself. If it turned out she was bi, like me, then we could be fully open with each other and share our feelings. And then of course there was that third possibility, that we'd become more than just roommates. That we'd find occasional solace and pleasure and intimacy with each other. I was, however, wary of having a confirmed lesbian for a roommate. I've known a few hardcore lesbians. They sometimes have a difficult time with bi-sexual women like me, and vice-versa. But I was pretty sure that Fiona was no lesbian and figured that, like most young women her age, she was probably straight. When I noticed a photo of a guy pinned to the wall above her bed that only confirmed my hunch. Anyway, Fiona and I got along just swell, and the first weeks of our Freshman year, and the adjustments which that entailed, were made easier by having each other's company. I, in particular, helped to smooth the way for Fiona, filling her in on the quirks of American student life, and the culture of co-eds. I had brought just a few clothes with me to campus, and so one day, a few weeks after I arrived, I had gone out shopping for some items I needed. "What've you got there?" Fiona asked, seeing me bringing in a bag from one of our favorite clothing stores. We'd gone shopping there together a few times already. "Oh, I just bought myself some new underwear," I said, "They were having a sale down at Scott's, so I picked up a bra and a couple of pairs of panties." "Let's have a look," Fiona asked, eager to see my purchases. Fiona was a real clothes hound and subscribed to several fashion rags. "Well, I'm wearing one pair right now. I put them on down at the store," I explained, "But here's the other pair, and the bra." I took out my lingerie and showed the items to Fiona. The panties were a simple pair of lilac-colored bikini briefs imported from France, and cut low at the hips. The bra matched. "Oh, I love these!" Fiona said, picking up the panties, holding them up, feeling the fabric. "I should rush down there and get a pair just like them for myself. Did they have any more or was this the last pair?" "I think they had several more pairs," I told her. "I wonder how they'd look on me?" Fiona said. She was addicted to clothes, and especially to lingerie. "Well, why don't you try them on and see," I suggested. But I was being more than a generous roommate, I knew. With the feelings I'd recently felt building up for Fiona, especially since that one night when I secretly listened in to her masturbate, pretending to be asleep myself, this opportunity of having her try on a pair of my panties, having them pressed against her flesh as she tried them on, aroused me immensely. "Could I?" she said, her big, bright eyes shining. "Sure, go ahead," I told her. She pulled down her jeans and now stood there clad in her own panties, a very alluring pair of bikini briefs, too. Of course, as roommates sharing a single room we saw each other naked just about every day and took it for granted by now, neither one of us being particularly shy or modest. I had long admired Fiona's svelte, waifish body. She had hardly any tits and her hips were only slightly rounded, but her boyish figure was nonetheless extremely sexy and feminine to me, reminding me, especially, of many of the English models who graced the pages of the fashion magazines Fiona had sent to her by her old school chums from London. Plus, she had the loveliest of faces, full lips, these big, emerald eyes, and slightly wavy blonde hair that went almost down to her waist. All in all, naked, she looked like a young Lady Godiva. Jenny Loves "Arse" "Let's get these off now," she said, pulling down her own panties. Now she revealed one of my favorite features of her anatomy, a rich bush of golden blonde pubic curls -- a perfect 'V' She had rather slim thighs so her mound down there was especially highlighted. I thought back to her busy, eager fingers digging deep into that mound the other night and the thought was making me cream all over again! Ready, she picked up the pair of panties she admired and put them on. Though I have a somewhat different figure than Fiona's, and am quite big on top, I'm fairly modest around my hips, like her, so the size of panties I had bought fit her perfectly. "They look great on you," I said, as she walked over to a mirror. And they sure did. If anything, she looked just as sexy with those panties on as she did with them off. I had thought them especially alluring when I tried them on myself down at the store. But then the French always know how to cut a pair of panties so that they're both very sexy and fit perfectly. "They do, don't they? They do look great on," Fiona said, admiring herself in the mirror, turning around so she could see how those panties looked on her behind, where they cut right across her lovely buttocks. "Mmmmmh, they look good on my bum too," she said. They sure did! Then she picked up the bra and smiled wistfully, examining it. "I don't think this would do me much good," she said, "I wouldn't know how to fill it." I have, as I've said, rather full breasts and wear size 36-C bras. "I'd have hardly anything to put in these cups," she said, running her fingers across the cups of the bra, looking wistful, as flat-chested women sometimes do when they think about what it might be like to be really stacked up there. "I'll bet this looks great on you, though, Jenny," she said, eyeing my mounds, provocatively revealed, I knew, under the tight, clinging sweater I happened to be wearing. And since I also happened not to be wearing a bra at the moment, I also knew the outline of my nipples was clearly visible under my sweater. Was I just imagining it, or was Fiona staring at those nipples, which she had seen exposed many times, with a special fond regard now? "Put it on, let's see," she said, handing me the bra. "Alright," I said, tearing off my sweater, excited by all this. On the one hand this was all so perfectly innocent and I'd done it many times, trying on lingerie with girlfriends. On the other hand, I had a suspicion that all this just may have been a prelude to something else, something I'd been fantasizing about. Now, revealed in all their naked glory, Fiona stared unabashedly at my tits as I put on the bra. "Oh God, that looks so perfect on you," she said. "I wish I could do justice to a bra like that." So here I was, showing off my new bra. And there was Fiona, standing there, hands on hips, in the matching panties. "Here, put these on too" she said, pulling down the panties. "Let's see what they look like as a set." So now I took off my jeans. "Oh wow, that other pair's gorgeous too," she said, when she saw the second pair of panties I had bought, which I had been wearing and now took off. I slipped on the lilac panties to go with the bra, showing off the matched set to Fiona as she stood there clad only in a T-shirt, naked from the waist down. "You look fab!" she said, eyeing me closely as I showed off for her, peeking at myself in the mirror as I turned. Now she turned her gaze to the panties I had just taken off. "Can I try these on too?" she said, lifting them off the bed. This pair was also a French import, and a bikini cut too. But these were silk rather than cotton. "Uh-- sure," I stuttered. "But I've been wearing them all afternoon." The thing was not only that I'd been wearing them all day, but that I knew the crotch of those panties was thoroughly moist. I cream in an awful hurry down there when I get aroused. And from the moment Fiona wanted to see my purchases and try on my panties, I had become intensely excited, though trying to hide it. But I knew she'd immediately detect that moistness of mine if she tried them on, and wondered what she'd think of that. "That's okay, I don't mind," she said, smiling at me a little sassily, I thought. "Mmmmmh, they're all warm," she said, handling the silk garment. "Warm from your body. And look! They're a little wet too, down in the crotch." I knew I blushed a little when she pointed this out, feeling the crotch of those panties, then slipping them on. "Oooooh, I like these too, I like them a lot," she said, admiring the silk import on herself. The thought that those panties were all warm from my having worn them for several hours now, and that the crotch was wet -- and now here was my roommate Fiona trying them on, actually wearing them! -- made me break out in goosebumps. Now Fiona turned to look at me with an expression I had never seen on her face before, one of pure, raw longing, an expression I knew well. Immediately I could tell that my roommate harbored the same lusts I myself harbored, lusts for a hot young sexy babe! "Mmmmmh," she purred, rubbing the crotch of the panties she was wearing. "I think I'm beginning to feel a little wet down there myself now. When I give these back to you, Jenny, I'm afraid they're going to be even wetter than when I first put them on. I hope you won't mind." Now I was emboldened and walked right up to her. "Oh, I don't think I'll mind. You just go ahead and make them as wet as you feel like," I said, going right for the kill now -- finally! -- as I slid my hand under the elastic of her panties -- my panties, actually -- and down into the rich tangle of curls beneath. "Yes!" she hissed, "Touch me! Touch me down there!" I touched her okay, running my fingers through her bush until they reached beyond the thicket of pubic hairs to the warm, wet flesh of her pussy! "Ahhhhh!" she sighed, when she felt that, bringing her hand under the elastic of my panties to feel me up as well. "You like to do it with the females of the species too, eh?" she asked. "Yes I do," I told her frankly. "So do I, sweetie, so do I!" she said, bringing her full, luscious lips to mine as we kissed. "I had a feeling you were a cunt hound," she said, pulling back with a smile. "That's what we sometimes call femmes back in boarding school who liked other femmes." "I've heard that expression myself," I told her. "I've heard how you Brits are into hounds and foxes." "Remember, I'm South African. But, yes, I do like foxes, foxes like you," she said, pressing her body closely against mine as our fingers both dug deep now, straining to get up into each others' vaginas. "And hound bitches?" I teased as we dug deeper. But standing up like this, next to each other, was a little awkward. "Now that we've tried these on, how about we take them off," I suggested, "and make ourselves a little more comfortable?" So as I helped Fiona off with her T-shirt, she reached around to unsnap my bra. Then we quickly pulled down those panties we'd been admiring on each other and tossed them aside, tumbling down on my bed. "Come here," I panted, pressing her against me, the two of us naked finally, from head to foot. With no panties to dig under now, we both spread our legs wide to welcome eager, probing fingers. "You know last week, when you came home late from that date of yours?" I started to confess now. "I pretended to be asleep. But actually I was awake, listening to you masturbate. That got me so excited. You fell asleep right after you climaxed, and then I started in on myself, whipping up a froth down there while I thought about your pussy, how good you had just made yourself feel." "That is so lovely!" she said, a little surprised. "You really did that? I remember how horny I was feeling that night. My date hadn't done much for me. The bloke was an utter boor, and I finally had to tell him to bugger off. But for some reason my libido was really charged up that night, and when I came back to the room, and saw you lying there -- I assumed you were asleep, of course -- with those lovely shoulders and one of your breasts exposed, that's what got me excited. That's what got me to start masturbating." I was thrilled to hear this. "Really?" I said. "I love having you tell me that. And now I've got another confession to make. I've had the hots for you ever since that first day I waltzed in here to see you and you told me that you were to be my roommate. Just the sight of you then made my clit tingle." "And to think I just assumed you were a total heterosexual," she said, the two of us idly playing with each others' pussies as we talked, confessing all this. "The way you flirted with boys and everything." "I figured the same about you, hanging that picture of your boyfriend above your bed like that." Fiona had, in fact, thumb-tacked a photo to her wall of the guy she had left behind in London. "Oh him?" she said dismissively. "I'm beginning to forget all about dreary Colin already. He's rich and well-bred and all that, but he's not exactly what you'd call exciting." "So you're like me, then?" I sought to confirm. "Bi-sexual? You like to swing both ways." "That's right, that's me," she cackled. "Sometimes I crave a nice, hard cock, sometimes a warm, moist pussy--" She dug her fingers into mine now. "--like yours!" "Mmmmh," I purred as she drove her fingers inside me and I reciprocated, sliding two stiff fingers up her snug, creamy vagina. We kissed again as we fingered each other like this, squeezing close, savoring the warmth, the sweet aroma of each others' bodies. "God, I've wanted this to happen for so long!" I confessed to her. "Me too!" she exulted, basking in our sudden, unexpected intimacy. Now I brought my face lower, from her lips to her tits. "I'm afraid I don't have much down there for you," she said. I knew Fiona was a little self-conscious about her rather small breasts, about being on the flat-chested side. "You have enough, you have these," I said, taking a nipple between my lips. She may have had hardly any breasts, but her nipples were another story, rather big and sharply etched, and now stiff with arousal. "Oh, yes!" she panted, running her fingers through my hair as I suckled first on one nipple, than the other. "That feels so good. I am very sensitive down there, you know, even though I have tiny little boobies." "I know, I know you're sensitive," I said, lifting my mouth a moment, looking up at her, at those big green eyes, sparkling with excitement and happiness. "And I know where else you're terribly sensitive." Now I slid my face further down, slowly brushing my lips against the smooth, satiny skin of her stomach, admiring her slender waist, then dragging my lips lower as she kept excitedly running her fingers through my hair, arching her body up slightly in response to my caresses. Now my face was down in that lovely golden patch of curls, and I brushed my lips against those soft curls as she sighed in pleasure and expectation. "Oh yes... yes!" she moaned as felt me probe there. I shifted position, dragging myself further down on the bed, bringing my body between her open legs, staring straight at it now. I took my time gazing at her lovely flower, at her vulva, a word I'd come to love, though to some people it sounds awkward. "You're so lovely down here," I told her. "Am I? Am I really?" she asked, thrilled to hear me say this. A lot of women are self-conscious about their genitals. Maybe no one had ever told Fiona what a pretty little pussy she had hidden beneath all those curls. "And I'll bet you're not just lovely to look at," I said, gazing up at her. "But absolutely delicious to eat!" "Well, feel free to dig in and find out," she said with a rich, lusty laugh as I stared at that pussy of hers again, licking my lips this time. Now I began by just kissing her down there, kissing every inch of that exposed vulva as she sighed and moaned, pressing my head against her, eager for deeper contact. In the one year I'd been making love, I'd learned how to tease not only men, but women as well, to make them swoon for it. So after kissing every inch of that warm, moist flesh I now began to let Fiona know just how adept I could be with my tongue, licking her slowly and sensually, even driving my tongue inside, inside her vagina, feeling its tight, creamy walls pressing against my eager, probing tongue. "Oh how I love that!" she gasped. "Having a warm tongue inside." Since she loved it so much I took my time fucking her cunt with my tongue now, something I thought of as a specialty of mine. My eyes were open and I was staring right at her clit, sitting there like a slick pearl, the nerve center of her pleasure, of any woman's pleasure, I knew. And so it was to that clitoris of Fiona's that I now turned my attention. "Oh my Lord!" she cried out as she felt my tongue there. I took my time licking her clit, finally taking it between my lips and sucking it gently as she moaned uncontrollably, caught up in a vortex of pure, carnal excitement. Since that first time I had brought my mouth down between a woman's legs -- it was a young divorced mother who worked with me in a fast food joint -- I'd become addicted to the taste, the feel of a woman's pussy against my lips. And I'd gotten pretty skillful at it, if the many compliments I'd received from babes on my technique were any indication. I concentrated on her clit with my mouth, while sliding a finger up into her vagina as I licked her. "Oh, that's too much!" she howled, basking in it. My whole world now was that space where my tongue, my lips, my fingers met Fiona's inflamed pussy, that was my universe. I delved into that universe now, carefully sensing her responses to my caresses. The strength of pleasure can be greatly intensified if the pace, the style of caress is appropriately adjusted to the level of response. I didn't need to go to college to learn that. In fact, I had become so good at detecting this, I thought I could teach a course on it!. I smiled to myself, Jenny Braxton teaching Freshmen 'Cunnilingus 101'! "Ohhhhhhh.... ohhhhhhhh..." she began to pant, her hands roving through my hair, pressing on my head, my neck. And then-- "NOWWWWW!!!" she shrieked, so loudly too, that if Debby and Sandra happened to have been in their room next to ours, they surely would have been able to hear Fiona announce the arrival of her ecstasy. Finally I came up for air, bringing my face up to hers, looking into her eyes, glowing with sweet contentment, with the aftermath of pure, utter satisfaction. "That was the best! I'm so lucky, so lucky to have such a lovely licker as my roomie!" she said as I gently caressed those apple-hued cheeks of hers. We lay there like this, kissing and cuddling, until she got some of her strength back. "Now it's my turn," she said, lowering her gaze to my breasts, running her fingers across my nipples. "I want these titties of yours. I've been dying to get my hands on them for weeks! You may not have noticed, Jenny, but every chance I got, when you were dressing and undressing, I'd do my best to get a view of these luscious globes of yours." "So you think they're luscious, huh?" "Do I ever!" she said, squeezing them. "Well have some, then," I said, suddenly getting up and straddling her upper body, lowering my breasts to her face. Though my breasts are quite firm, they're big enough so they sway when I move my chest sideways. And that's what I did now, swaying my tits over her face as she luxuriated in their fullness. I loved being above her like this, feeding her my breasts. She brought her face between them, squeezing my tits against her cheeks, reveling in the contact. "Since I don't much down there myself, I've always been fascinated with females who are nice and full, like you, Jenny," she confessed. "But, I swear to God, yours are absolutely the loveliest!" I'd been complimented on my tits many times, but never quite with the fervor Fiona was showing. "Well, have all you want, then," I said, smothering her face with my breasts as she drowned herself in them, kissing and licking the nipples, squeezing the mounds. Then she took my nipples in her mouth and started to suck them in earnest, taking her sweet time. I let her suck to her heart's content, like a baby dying for mother's milk. Finally I lifted my breasts from her face. "Now here's something else for you to dine on," I said, staying on top of her like this, straddling her body, but now bringing mine up so I was sitting over her face. I know she probably expected me to flatten myself out on my back and spread my legs, as she had for me, but I thought I'd add a little variety to our carnal coupling, and sit on her face like this instead, planting it right over her mouth. "Take a good look," I said, lifting myself slightly and reaching between my legs to hold open my pussy. I've always loved staring at it myself, spending countless hours in front of a mirror -- I know, I'm one vain bitch! -- so I knew what I had between my legs was very pretty indeed, an observation confirmed by others, both female and male. "Oh my God!" she gasped, staring right at it, inches from her eyes. "That is absolutely gorgeous! It's like the loveliest of roses, and as sweetly fragrant. And dripping wet with dew!" I loved showing it off like this as she just gazed straight ahead. But now I finally lowered it two inches, bringing it in reach of her lips, her tongue. "Devour me," I told her, feeding it to Fiona. "How delicious, pussy tartare," she purred, licking her lips. "One of my culinary favorites, a dish I always relish!" "Yes, some tasty American cuisine for your refined Anglo-African palate," I told her as she dug right in, kissing and licking my pussy at once, caught up in the thrill of it all, her head between my legs, trapped there, forced to do nothing but luxuriate in my folds. And luxuriate she did, tending to me with skillful, eager, oral caresses, driving her tongue up into my vagina, deep too. Only now did I realize what an amazingly long -- and strong! -- tongue my roommate had. I rode that stiffened tongue of hers now as I'd ride a cock, letting myself get fucked by it. But finally she took hold of my hips and stopped me from rocking up and down on her tongue, moving her mouth up an inch to my clit, knowing I was ready now for some serious stimulation. "Please, yes! That feels good!" I hissed as I felt her tongue lap away at me. I closed my eyes and just took in the indescribable sensations, drinking in the pleasure, delirious with excitement. I looked down. Her face was hidden, buried between my legs as she munched away hungrily. All I could see was her long, wavy blonde hair, draped over the pillow like some golden shawl. I reached down to take hold of her hands, bringing them up to cup my breasts. She squeezed them, her fingers finding my erect nipples, rubbing them excitedly as she kept licking my pussy. "Uh huh, lick it!" I urged, loving how she was doing it to me, feeding on me, with me sitting right on her face. I'd only done it that way a few times, and made a mental note to remember to make this a regular part of my cunnilingual routine. Now I closed my eyes again and focused on the mounting feelings, the exquisite sensations intensifying in my loins. God, how I love experiencing orgasms! I'm sure everyone does, but I'm a real glutton for them. Just as Fiona seemed to be a real glutton for the taste of my cunt! A cunt that was about to explode! Just one more flicker of her tongue would do it, I knew-- "N-- n-- n-- now! Now!!! Nowwwww!!!!!" I shrieked as I felt the climax tear through my body, racing down every inflamed nerve ending to the final destination, the Ground Zero of pleasure - my clit! Jenny Loves "Arse" As sometimes happens with me right after I climax, I can't take another moment of direct stimulation and so I had to pull my pussy away from Fiona's mouth, still hungry for more. I looked down at her beautiful, angelic face, now twisted in a grimace of pure, ravenous greed -- greed for the taste of my succulent cunt! Her lips, her cheeks wet from my cunt. I felt a little weak, and my knees were wobbly now that I had cum. And so I lifted myself off of Fiona's face and lay beside her, the two of us staring into each others' eyes, both of us satiated. "That felt amazing," I told her as she smiled happily, thrilled to have pleased me, I knew, thrilled to have been pleased as she had. "You really give great-- how do you say it here in America, what is that word?-- great 'head'? Is that what you call it?" "Yeah, that's one way we talk about it," I said. "and you're no slouch yourself in the muffdiving department?" "Oh, I know that one -- muffdiving,," she said, "we used to say that in boarding schooll too." "Well, it looks like it's going to be a lot of fun having you as my roommate, Fiona," I told her, caressing her cheeks, her hair, pressing her against me, the two of us hugging and squirming like two satisfied kittens. "Yes, we'll never have to be bored during those lonely nights." We talked about all this now, me and Fiona, agreeing that we'd be there for each other when the mood struck us both, but that we'd still feel free to explore any sexual terrain that seemed appealing, promising not to hide things from each other, to be totally open on all matters sexual. "And so let me be open with you now, Jenny," Fiona said, pressing even closer. "There's something I've been thinking about, a fantasy I've been having about you, you doing something to me. Can I tell you what it is?" "Don't keep me waiting another second!" I urged her. "Well, as you know, before coming here I went to boarding school," she began. "You've heard all about English boarding schools I'm sure, the uniforms, the headmistresses, all the discipline, the punishments." "Yes, I have heard about all that," I told her. In fact I had found it quite intriguing and had recently read a very spicy novel set in England with that as a theme. "Well, some of us who go through all that, we develop -- how shall I put it? -- we develop rather special erotic tastes." She blushed slightly now, and looked so cute, her pale, freckled skin reddening. "And what tastes did you develop, Fiona?" I probed. She hesitated a moment, then looked me right in the eye. "Oh, let me blunt, I especially developed a taste for spanking," she now confessed. "Specifically for draping myself over the lap of another woman, with my bum exposed, and receiving a thorough spanking?" "Tell me more," I urged, deeply intrigued. "Soon after I met you, I began to feel this desire-- to feel that you were just the sort whom I'd love to have spank me. Now I can tell you this, Jenny, confess it finally. But I've been thinking about it every day, you doing that to me. Have you ever done that to anyone?" "Spanked someone? No," I told her. "But I sure do like the sound of it. I have thought of doing that, been very curious about it, curious about what it was like to do it." "You have!?" she said, thrilled to hear it. "I can be your first then, you first spankee!" "Do you want me to spank you? Now?" I asked. "Yes! yes!" she exulted, her eyes big. "That would just thrill me, it really would!" I asked her to tell me more about her spanking fetish, and she explained that she liked a fantasy to go with it, something that would lead to getting spanked, being punished. New to this, I asked her if she wanted to suggest something, a scenario. But she said it would be far more exciting for her if I created the fantasy. So I thought about it for a while, then asked her to get dressed, and to put on a skirt and one of the pairs of panties I had bought that afternoon, the display of which began this whole sizzling afternoon of carnal delights! She gathered the clothes and I told her to take them with her into the bathroom and put them on, then to come out. A minute later she came back dressed in a short skirt and sweater, my panties presumably under that skirt. "Now go out into the hall, wait a few seconds, then knock," I told her. She knocked, and I stood up, walking to my dresser and opening a drawer. "Come in," Fiona came in, silent. "I was just looking for my very favorite pair of panties and couldn't find them. You wouldn't by any chance be wearing them, Fiona? You wouldn't have borrowed them without my permission, would you?" She stood there, silent. Now I walked over to her and lifted up her skirt. "Look, there they are!" I snapped. "Who told you you could wear them?" "I'm sorry," she said meekly, lowering her head. "Sorry isn't enough, you'll have to be punished!" At the word 'punished' she looked up, her eyes wide. "Punished?" "Yes, punished." I sat down on the edge of the bed. "Get over my knees... right now!" I commanded her, pleased as punch that I had gotten into this fantasy so smoothly. She scampered over to me and draped herself over my knees as I lifted her skirt above her waist. "We'll have to take these panties back now, won't we?" I said, slowly pulling them down over her buttocks and thighs and all the way down her legs. Then I brought the panties up to her face. "Open your mouth," I demanded as she obeyed, and I stuffed the panties into her mouth, gagging her. "Since you love my panties so much, here they are for you." Gagged now, and over my knees, I looked down at the sleek, lithe form of her body, at her smooth, milky buttocks, pale and freckled, and very vulnerable and exposed. "You've been bad!" I said, bringing the flat of my hand down sharply on her buns. "Wearing my undies like that! I began spanking her now with a hard, steady downstroke. "Very, very bad..." Soon her buns had flushed to an appealingly bright pink. It had never even occurred to me to ever do this to a babe, but now that I was doing it, giving my lovely roommate a hard spanking, I was loving it, I was a real natural, I felt. "Very bad... very naughty," I said, continuing the onslaught as I glimpsed Fiona sliding a hand under her stomach, reaching for her pussy, no doubt eager to relieve the newly inflamed itch down there. "Who said you could play with your pussy!" I snapped at her, reaching under to pull her fingers away from herself. "If anyone will be playing with your pussy around here, it'll be me," I said, as I stopped spanking her now and, instead, drove three fingers up what I could clearly see was her sopping wet cunt. And so now, her mouth gagged with my panties, her buttocks a bright pink from my blows, I fucked her hard and steady with my fingers as, again, she began to moan and groan, her noisemaking this time muffled by her gag. Moments later her whole body, stretched over my lap like this, began to throb and quiver and my sweet roommate, Fiona, I knew had cum a second time. I had put on my new matching bra and panties after Fiona had dressed and gone out into the hallway. Now I pushed her off of me and stood up. "Down on your knees!" I barked as she dropped to the floor. With Fiona now kneeling in front of me, I pulled down my panties. Then I planted my feet wide apart and reached between my legs to hold open my pussy. "Are you hungry?" I asked. "Yes, Mistress," she said with a trembling voice. "I'm starving!" And with that she again drove her greedy tongue into my cunt. Now that the ice had been broken, Fiona and I completely opened up to each other. With her fetish for a good spanking, I asked her whether arousal in her rear quarters went beyond a good reddening of her cheeks. And she confessed that her bottom, all of it, was a very intense erogenous zone for her. I asked her about anal sex, whether she had been fucked in the ass? And she confessed that she had been so fucked, and that anal sex was a major source of deep arousal for her. I told her the same was true for me. I had one hot bottom, I confessed, and though my cheeks had never received a spanking, as hers had many, many times, that light hole between my cheeks had enjoyed much probing. "Mine too," she told be, eager to c onfess all. "What kind of probing?" I asked. "Oh, you know. Tongues, fingers, cocks, toys." I felt a twicth in my clit when I heard her say this. The next day I walked into our bathroom and there stood Fiona, naked, splashing some water on her face. I needed to piss, so I hitched up my skirt and pulled down my panties, planting my rump on the toilet seat, and quickly letting go of a strong stream of urine. Fiona had pissed right in front of me the first day I met her, explaining that when you go boarding school you get used to that, girls relieving themselves in front of each other. In the American fashion, I viewed bathroom functions as more private. But quickly I adopted Fiona's casualness, and we thought nothing of peeing in front of one another now. "Where were you last night?" she probed. I'd been seeing a guy, and explained I spent the night at his place. Naturally Fiona asked me for all the dirty details. And I gladly shared them, including the fact that Steve had fucked me up the ass. Hearing that, Fiona turned to me. "Up the ass, eh?" "Right up there," I said, "felt good too. He has a nice, stiff cock and he knows how to use it." I had finished pissing and reached for a clump of toilet paper to wipe myself, when Fiona took hold of my wrist and stopped me. "No, Let me, I have a better way," she said, dropping to her knees now and spreading my thighs as I sat on the toilet. Then, to my shock, she proceeded to 'wipe' me off, wipe me off with her tongue! "We learned to do all sorts of depraved things in boarding school," she said with a little lewd smile, her chin, her cheeks wet with my urine. "Well I can tell you one thing," I said, "I've never been so intimately wiped." She gazed at me a moment, thinking. "You know, Jenny, you telling me you had your arse fucked last night makes me a little jealous. It's been quite a while since anyone has played with my bum." The message was definitely getting through. "I think we'll have to do something about that," I said, getting up off the toilet as I took her hand and led her back into the bedroom. I adored Fiona's trim buttocks, pale and freckled. I loved to hold them in my hands and spank them, but now I eyed them with new lustful desires. I didn't just want to lay my hands on those alluring buns of hers, I wanted to get between them, with my tongue, my fingers. And Fiona knew that's precisely what I had in mind. Because now she fell flat on the bed, on her stomach, reaching back to hold herself open. "Hungry?" she said, turning back to look at me with a provocatively lewd smile lighting up that angelic, choir girl face of hers. "Starved!" I said, gazing between her cheeks at the starry vision of her pink sphincter. "This'll be another first for you, Jenny, a female arsehole," Previously I had told her that all my experience with anal sex had been with men. The closest I had come to female bottoms was spanking Fiona's. "Arsehole, that's so cute," I said, noting the English term. "Arsehole, bumhole... that's what we call it in merry old England," she said. "Asshole, butthole... that's what we call it in the former colonies," I told her as we both laughed. I kept staring, imagining other tongues, other fingers, hard cocks having been forced up the little hole. Now it was my turn to enjoy that secret, hidden spot. I held open her cheeks, staring into the crevice, at the rosy, puckered sphincter, so pretty, so appealing, like a little flower waiting for the sting of a bee. I took my sweet time, kissing her cheeks, my lips moving tantalizingly closer to the delicious prize between them, the luscious anus. Now I planted little kisses over that anus as she moaned and sighed softly. And then dug my tongue into her crack and began to lick her, to lick her asshole, her "arsehole." "My God, that feels so delicious! Lick my bum, lick it!" she pleaded as I really lapped away at her appetizing bottom. "Now I want yours, Jenny, I want to taste it, I need to taste it!" So I assumed the position, sticking it way out for her. She loved my butt, and told me more than once I had the sexiest pair of buns she had ever seen. Plus, while hers were all pale and milky, appropriately English, I'd had a chance to sunbathe for a few days at a nude beach before I started the semester. So my butt was still appealingly tan, which Fiona appreciated. I reached back to spread open those tan buns of mine. "There it is, enjoy!" I told her. "I think I will, sweetie," she said, "I think I will." She replaced my hands with her own, digging her thumbs into my crack to spread me wide open in there. And then she dug right in to feast on it. That first contact of her warm, knowing tongue on my aroused membranes sent a shiver of pure, raw pleasure racing through every cell in my body. Funny how intimacy can do that to you. And, really, few things are as intimate as exposing your ass to the willing, eager tongue of another. I'd known what a long and strong tongue Fiona had from the way she liked to dig as deep as she could into my vagina. Now she was doing the same to my ass, forcing it into my sphincter and up into my anal passage. "Fiona!" I hissed. "That feels so good, your tongue in there." "Now how about I work this in there," she said, suddenly pulling her tongue away and sliding in a finger instead. She fingered my butthole, kneeling beside me as I turned my face to hers. She pressed her lips to mine, thrusting her hot tongue in my mouth, the same tongue she'd just forced into my butt. Now I reached back too, and worked a finger up her butt, still moist from my licking. Here we were, sharing a hot, passionate kiss while we fingered each others' assholes! "You probably did this in boarding school In England, huh? Diddling one another's bumholes," I purred pulling away from her lips. "We did all sorts of nasty things in boarding school. We would've been bored stiff if we hadn't." Now she pulled her finger from my butt and brought it up to her lips, licking it. "See? I worship every part of you, Jenny," she said, excitedly licking that finger. And so now I pulled my finger from her bottom and eagerly licked it myself. "And I worship every part of you, Fiona." Here we were, on elbows and knees next to one another, licking our fingers like this! If only our dorm mates knew what obscenely intimate games the two co-eds in room 311 were up to! "You know, here they sometimes call anal play 'Greek,'" I told her. "They call it that in England too." "How do you say sixty-nine in Greek?" I said, as her eyes lit up, knowing just what I was getting at. So now we assumed the familiar soixante-neuf position, as they say in French. But now we put a Greek twist on the number '69' and rather than licking each others' pussies, we licked each others' assholes! All that meant was reaching back an inch further with our tongues. Once we had given each others' bottoms a thorough tongue bath, we moved to a much more familiar spot, zeroing in on one another's clits with our eager, agile tongues. I swear, we spent the next couple of hours licking and fondling each other, front and rear, and making sure not to neglect our very sensitive titties. But the focus was our two bottoms. Mine had been fucked last night, so Fiona was easily able to probe it with four fingers. Hers had recently been out of practice, so I took my time with her, but her lust made up for being a little rusty in the anal department, and soon I, too, had four stiff fingers buried in her bumhole. Buried in there as I licked her pussy and brought her to yet another volcanic orgasm, her greed for pleasure knowing no bounds. By the time we were finished, we were two sweaty, satiated, profoundly satisfied sluts ready for eight solid hours of sleep, colored by vivid erotic dreams!