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Sailor's Wife

By: Pelios



Shelly put down her women's magazine with a sigh. She'd just finished another of those 'Woman Discover Thyself' stories about exploring her sexuality, and as usual, she'd been most fascinated with the part of the story where the woman explores her sexuality with another woman. She was twenty-five, married to a naval officer, very attractive and she'd still never had sex with another woman. She loved her husband, and loved sex with him, and she didn't desire any other men, even though hers was usually gone for months at a time, like he was now. 

She rose and went to her bedroom, looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and begun to undress in front of the mirror. After having sex with another woman, would she drop the obsession that had been haunting her since college when her roommate Wendy had made a pass at her? For the thousandth time she regretted not letting Wendy have her way. She remembered Wendy's fevered kisses and torrid pleas, and a shudder of desire rippled through her. 

Naked now, she looked at herself in the mirror; tall, slim, nice firm leg muscles, moderate sized breasts, a pretty face with full, pouting lips, shoulder-length dark, nearly black hair, startlingly bottle-green eyes and then her black triangle nestled hotly between her full, round hips. She examined herself critically, comparing herself with the women in her husband's Hustler's and Penthouses. She knew that either magazine would probably pay her to pose if she had bigger tits, and they might hire her anyway, yes, she looked good, damned good! 

With another sigh, she went to her husband's closet where he hid those magazines and took out a couple. She lay on the bed thumbing through them and occasionally touching herself, feeling the fever build. She liked looking at the pictures, particularly those of blonds with nice shapely legs, and her favorites of course, those displays of two women together. Also fascinating was how all the women looked both alike and different in between their legs, it made every woman an individual mystery, a mystery that called to Shelly for exploration. And bottoms, she thought, gazing lustfully at a rear-shot of a red headed woman. Women's bottoms turned her on, too. More than once, she had achieved climax while looking at a picture of one woman licking another woman between the cheeks of her bottom.

In one of the magazines, Shelly read a letter from a woman who having become frustrated at her latent desires for another woman, actually went out and bought herself a prostitute. According to the magazine, prostitutes usually admitted to having an occasional female customer. Could she do that? Shelly closed her eyes and touched her genitals and oh yes, she was wet. She looked back at the woman's letter -- the woman had just called an escort service and the prostitute had come to her home. Shelly bit her lip and glanced over at the phone book on the nightstand. She had heard that these letters were fakes written up by the editors, but escort services weren't imaginary. 

Why not? She had plenty of money in the bank and even had about five hundred in her cookie jar in the kitchen. Her heart began beating faster as she reached for the phone book, telling herself that all she had to do was hire a date, she didn't have to go through with the sex if she didn't want to... Minutes later on the line to Modern Escorts, she was nervously trying to tell the woman who answered what sort of date she wanted, young - yes, blond, yes, that would be nice, around seven o'clock? Yes, that would be perfect, an hour from now - plenty of time to get dressed.

At seven o'clock, Shelly was nervously examining herself in the bedroom mirror, smoothing imaginary wrinkles out of her red silk dress. She had also put on black hose and high heels, which prettily matched her black lace panty and bra set. The doorbell rang. Feeling half shocked that she was actually doing this, she answered the front door. The girl was maybe twenty-one or two, certainly not too much younger than Shelly. She was blond, as requested, and built very prettily, indeed, stacked wouldn't have been an exaggeration. Her legs were full and rounded sexily, too, which was even more important to Shelly.

"Hi," she said brightly, "I'm Mary. Should I come in, or are we going out?"

"Come on in, please," answered Shelly nervously, "let's have a drink and talk awhile, shall we?" She ushered Mary to the living room couch and hurried to pour two generous drinks from the pitcher she had made. Her heart was pounding like a drum as she tried not to stare at the younger woman's curvy calves. Rejoining Mary, she handed her the drink and sipped her own, trying to think of how to begin, trying to think of anything but legs and pussies and bottoms. 

Smiling knowingly, Mary solved the problem for her, "This the first time you ever ordered an escort?" After Shelly's shy nod, she continued, "Well, the fee for the service, that is, the escort service, is a hundred dollars an evening, and I need that up front." Shelly reached for her purse, and after Mary had closed her own, she continued, "Now, if you want more, it just depends on what you want and whether or not I want to, understand?"

The girl had soft, brown eyes and a tiny mole to the left of her upper lip - she really was pretty, but Shelly still didn't know what to say, "Well, I mean, do you ever get other calls from women?"

"No," smiled Mary, "This is my first time to date a woman, at least a customer, but I've heard the other girls talk about it, would you like to hear some of the stuff they've told me?" Shelly nodded happily, grateful to the girl for taking over. Mary sat closer to Shelly and took a sip from her drink before speaking softly, "Sometimes they want to give their guy a special present, you know, like a three-way, but the girls who told me about those also said that they thought the chicks really just wanted another woman and didn't want to admit it, even to themselves, much less admit it to their husbands or boyfriends. Is this like that?" 

Shelly swallowed and said, "No, not exactly." She started to clarify that she wanted a woman and knew it, but she just let the girl continue.

Mary continued, more warmly it seemed to Shelly, "And sometimes it's something kinky, like a woman just wants to kiss another woman's breasts, or she wants to wear a dildo and pretend to be a man. I even remember one story, where a woman just wanted one of us to pee on her, and another time where a woman ordered two of us and beat off while the girls kissed and had sex together."

As Mary paused for another sip, Shelly took a deep breath, "No, it's not like that either. You see, I had this friend in college, who tried to seduce me and I said no, and..."

Mary nodded knowingly, "And all this time, you've been wondering what it would have been like if you'd said yes? And you want a really discreet way of finding out?" Shelly nodded, blushing hotly. She wished the money talk was over so they could just start undressing each other.

Mary put an arm around Shelly and drew her close, "I'd ask a guy for a hundred for an hour of straight sex and I wouldn't even let him kiss me," she began softly and pulled Shelly back when Shelly started reaching for her purse again, "But since you're pretty and you seem nice, I'll give you the same rates as I'd give one of my regulars. That's one-fifty for me to go down on you 'til you come, and I'll even take my clothes off and do it naked. Then if the regular wants straight sex, it's one-seventy-five, and in this case, I guess we would do each other, either one at a time or in a sixty-nine, and for the one-seventy-five, I will throw in kissing and role-playing - pretending like I'm your lover. Now, what would you like?"

Shelly wanted to say a hundred and seventy-five, but something about the girl's professional demeanor disturbed her - it just wasn't the way she'd pictured warm, loving sex with another woman, but she was hot, and, Shelly admitted to herself, she did want to see Mary naked, and yeah, she really wanted to touch this girl, too, all over her nubile young body, and more, much more. Since she couldn't have what she wanted from a prostitute, she might as well use this girl in a kinky way, an opportunity to explore the types of fantasies she had while looking at her husband's dirty magazines. 

"I have a counter proposition for you," said Shelly resting her hand on the girl's smooth thigh, just under the hemline of her tight, short gray skirt, and letting her gaze dwell in the crevice of her yellow blouse, where she could see a lovely mole on Mary's full right breast, "How about I give you three-hundred, and we cut all this marketplace crap. For a while, at least, you will be my love slave, willing to do anything I wish, whether it gets kinky or not. Now, what do you say?"

The girl had lovely dimples when she smiled, "Pay me when we're done then. What's your desire, my love?" The girl even made it sound sincere when she said, 'my love.'

Shelly smiled back, "Well, let's go to the bedroom, and I will undress you." Shelly led the way, and once in the bedroom, she unzipped the back of the girl's dress. As she peeled the dress away, she asked, "So, what's it like, going to bed with all those men?"

"To be honest?" the girl said thoughtfully, "It's usually okay, but it seldom turns me on much. When I want sex for myself, I date girls. A lot of pros turn gay. I just haven't settled down yet with a steady girl, although, I'm sure I will when the right one comes along." The girl was wearing a red lace bra and matching panties. Her tan was even and golden, and her skin was smooth and fresh. Shelly was so turned on that she was wondering if she was going to come without even being touched. 

She hugged the girl from the rear, rubbing her hips against the girl's firm bottom while her hands ran over the girl's bra. Without thinking about it, she began kissing the back of the girl's neck while her hands wandered down to cup the girl's panties. "Ummm, that's really nice; you really have a sensuous touch," said Mary, "I never say this to a customer, but... would you mind if I kissed you?"

"Soon," Shelly murmured throatily as she unfastened the girl's bra and ran her fingers over the girl's breasts. She was pleased to feel that Mary's nipples were already firm and erect. She sank to her knees, running her hands down the sides of the girl's shapely legs and rested her cheek on the panty-covered buttocks as she gently squeezed the girl's calf muscles. Shelly pulled down the red panties, and Mary stepped out of them. Pausing only to plant one kiss on the soft but firm flesh of Mary's left bottom cheek, Shelly rose and turned the girl around. 

Mary was breathing through slightly parted lips, and if her nipples were any indication, the girl was truly aroused. So was Shelly, but she wanted to be sure of the girl, after all, a prostitute was very much an actress. Holding the girl's eyes with her own, Shelly eased her right hand down and cupped the girl's love mound, and yes, even against the palm of her hand she could feel warm dampness, even through the pubic hair. Hesitantly, as if sensing she had passed a test, Mary put her arms around Shelly's neck and kissed her slowly and gently, their tongues only lightly touching. 

While they were kissing, the girl slowly and leisurely undressed Shelly, copping a feel here and there as she did so. By the time that Mary broke the kiss to remove Shelly's panties, Shelly was so hot that she wanted to come before doing anything else, so as soon as her panties were down to her ankles, she sat down on the edge of the bed. As Mary slipped her panties and shoes off her feet, Shelly spread her knees and put her fingers in Mary's blond hair. Mary glanced up with a knowing little smile - she understood what Shelly needed. 

Shelly's heart pounded with excitement as the pretty blonde's face settled between her thighs -- it was one of the things that Shelly had dreamed of - of looking down at her lap and seeing a sexy woman worshiping her sex, and Mary did seem to be worshiping! Mary gently nuzzled and kissed Shelly's pubic hair, which was moderately thin, soft and black and pressed flat by the wearing of her panties. Then she used her tongue to gently part Shelly's lips and ran her tongue up and down the brunette's crevice.  

Shelly pushed her ass closer to the edge of the bed, and Mary obliged by sinking her tongue deep into Shelly's vagina. Shelly moaned and wrapped her legs around Mary's shoulders as the young blond began worrying Shelly's clit with the tip of her tongue, skillfully using her fingers in and out of Shelly's vagina. Shelly ran her fingers through Mary's hair and moaned, and Mary glanced up, "You have the prettiest pussy I've ever done this to." 

The blond had not stopped licking, in fact, it felt as if she were speaking into Shelly's pussy, "And you smell, mmm, so good, and taste so delicious!" Then to Shelly's surprise the girl's head dipped even lower, and she felt the warm wet tongue lightly flutter over her asshole. Shelly gasped a little sound, and Mary glanced up again, "You like?" Shelly could just nod - the young girl was worrying her clit with a fingertip and licking her bottom, her nose nuzzling in Shelly's vagina. A few more minutes of this and Shelly began to come and come hard, waves of it washing through her hips. 

She groaned out loud and sank slowly back on the bed, raising her knees and hugging them to her chest while Mary covered her bottom and pussy with sweet little kisses. Then Mary crawled onto her, still kissing her all over until the kisses reached her face and she could smell her own groin-smell on Mary's face and breath. They just lay that way, holding each other in their arms and kissing tenderly while Shelly got her breath back.

"You know, you have the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen. It's a shame that you're married." Mary kissed her once more, lovingly. "So, what did you think?" asked Mary, rolling over on her side and propping her head up on her elbow. Shelly looked at her breasts admiringly while she thought about her answer. Mary's dark pink nipples were still stiff and swollen.

"It was super! I don't think I've ever come so hard! And I really needed to! Now, I feel like I can concentrate." Shelly put her hand on the other girl's breast in what was almost a shy gesture. The nipple was hard against her palm. "Sometimes," she said hesitantly, "I finger myself while looking at the women in my husband's magazines, you know?" After an encouraging nod from Mary, Shelly went on with a shy smile, "I wonder if you could do some of those poses for me and let me, you know, look at you and touch you."

Mary smiled, "Just tell me how you want me. This sounds like fun."

Nothing could wipe the grin off Shelly's face, "Okay, first, just lay on your tummy." The girl obeyed, lying on her stomach, her legs spread only slightly. Kneeling by the girl's side, Shelly ran her hands lightly all over the girl's back, legs and bottom, lingering the longest on the legs and bottom. She kissed Mary's calves, then her thighs, and then several kisses on each cheek of the girl's lovely round cheeks. Gingerly then, she spread Mary's cheeks and looked at Mary's asshole. 

Not only did Mary not resist, but she even stirred sensually and raised her hips on her knees to give Shelly a better view, although she might have had in mind better access in case Shelly was willing to do something to her. Shelly gazed first at the dark pink pucker and then moved her eyes down the backside of Mary's pussy. Despite the thick, soft, dark brown pubic hair, the slash glistened in moist pink and spread easily at the touch of her questing fingers. Slipping a finger into Mary's vagina elicited a sigh of pleasure, so Shelly moved her finger in and out a few times. 

It felt nice, and Mary seemed to think so too, wriggling her buttocks at Shelly's touch. She glanced quickly at Mary's face, and seeing that her eyes were closed, she lowered her face to within an inch of Mary's open slash and gingerly sniffed. Mary smelled much like herself when Shelly was excited, only very slightly different and just a touch stronger. She was unprepared though, for how powerfully the scent would excite her, even to the extent of causing a tingle of pleasure in her own pussy when she smelled of Mary's. Without even thinking about it, Shelly licked slowly up and down the slash several times, tasting the younger woman, and then she stuck her tongue as deep into Mary's vagina as it would go. 

She was almost startled to find the tip of her nose touching Mary's asshole as she rolled her tongue around in the girl's vagina. She could only detect the faintest aroma of soap from the girl's ass, so she licked the pucker too. Mary moaned, so Shelly licked her bottom some more while using her fingers to massage the girl's pussy. It was just as she had dreamed it would be when she had massaged her own pussy while looking her husband's girlie magazines - this was the sexiest thing she'd ever done. Licking a girl's pussy, licking her bottom, rubbing her legs - it was so, so hot! 

Shelly moaned her lust and rose, mounting the girl from behind and rubbing her pussy against the girl's bottom. Mary rolled on her side and lifted her left leg around Shelly, bringing their pussies together, and for a minute or two, Shelly fucked at Mary with her pussy as if she were a man fucking Mary. It felt wonderful, but she felt too far away from the blond girl, so she released Mary's smooth leg and began kissing and licking the girl all over again, and this time, when she stopped at Mary's groin, she continued licking the clit and probing with her fingers until the blonde's hips began to shiver. 

When her hips began to thrash and Mary's moans became cries, Shelly took her index finger, already wet from Mary's vagina, and eased it up the girl's bottom. Mary responded violently, thrusting with her hips and crying out Shelly's name. Making Mary come seemed like the most exciting thing yet, and by the time the blonde's movements had settled, Shelly was more excited than ever.

After Shelly crawled on top of her and kissed her several times, Mary said quietly, "Shall I do you once more?"

It was then that Shelly realized what she'd forgotten, that this was a whore, not a lover. The girl had probably been faking much of her responses, and now she was anxious to grab her money and leave. Well, maybe she hadn't faked everything, but still, it cooled Shelly's ardor somewhat, yet, in a way she felt more stimulated by the idea of using her like a whore, and the hell with Mary's needs, after all, Shelly was paying! "Yeah," said Shelly casually as she rolled off the girl, "Lick my butt some more and then eat me in a sixty nine, with you on top. I want to look at your pussy while I come."

Mary smiled prettily, "Sure thing! But I need to go take a quick pee." She sat up to go to the bathroom.

"Oooo, wait," said Shelly eagerly, "I'll come to."

Mary did have a really sexy grin when she answered, "I thought you weren't into that kinky stuff?"

The women stood, and Shelly put her hand on Mary's bottom, "I'm into everything your body does. Besides, if I can't indulge kinky whims with a professional, who can I go to? But really, do you mind? After all, we can take turns going to the bathroom, I mean, I do have to pee, too."

Mary laughed, "Of course I don't mind, besides, you are much sexier than any customer I've ever had, I think I'll like getting kinky with you." They reached the bathroom and Mary put her arms around Shelly, drawing their breasts together, "Whatja have in mind? Want me to pee on your breasts, your cunt, or your face? You get the best view if I squat over your face, as long as I can manage to miss your eyes. It stings so bad when it gets in your eyes, that you can't see anything. You have swimming goggles, maybe?"


Sailor's Wife Ch. 02



At seven, the doorbell rang, and sure enough, it was Roxanne, wearing another short skirt, gray, this time, white hose and a white blouse with ruffles and a little western style black tie. Shelly glanced apprehensively down at herself as Roxanne came inside. Shelly had finally decided on a violet summer dress with a fairly short but flowing skirt and nude hose. The skirt didn't quite make it down to mid-thigh. It made her feel better to know that under the dress were several hundred dollars worth of translucent black lace underwear, garter belt and matching bra. As soon as the door shut, Roxanne gave a wolf's whistle, "Wow, you really look like a fox, Shelly! You make me feel drab!"

Shelly chuckled, "That's funny! I was just thinking the same thing about you!" The young girl's blonde hair hung to her shoulders and Shelly thought she'd never seen it so shiny and perfect.

Roxanne smiled her dimpled grin and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle, "I'd kiss you for that, but tonight, Richie gets the honor of spoiling my makeup."

That sobered Shelly, "And who gets to spoil mine, and how will this work?" Shelly had been worrying all day about that aspect of the evening, to have to make love to a strange man! But, she really, really did want to please Roxanne, and she especially wanted to get Roxanne sexually excited while she was looking at Shelly in the nude! And if Roxanne got excited enough, who knew? Oh yes, it was worth it!

"Now, don't be nervous," said Roxanne soothingly, "I picked Vic for you since you've seen him before. I figured that would be easier for you. Richie comes at seven-thirty, and Vic comes at eight-forty-five. An hour is plenty long for Richie, and I even left us a fifteen-minute break before Vic. Now, how did I do?"

"Great, thanks," said Shelly, only partly relieved, "But what did you tell Vic about me?"

"Just that you were this really great lady who owned this house, and that I owed you a really big favor, and that I'd promised you a sex-romp with a handsome young stud for your birthday present. He bought it, although he was pretty suspicious, afraid that you were old, ugly or fat or something. I swore that you were beautiful and young, a gorgeous brunette with green eyes, that it was just that you were married to a fat, old rich guy who was off on a business trip, and that you hadn't had any decent sex in years. I also told him that since discretion was important, he would only know you by your first name, which is Betty."

"Betty?" laughed Shelly, considerably relieved, "Well, you seem to have thought of everything. Very ingenious! But I hope he is discreet, my husband is a big man, but not at all fat."

Roxanne gave a careless wave, "Don't worry, I told him your husband was suspected of being in the Mafia and was definitely a known associate of New Jersey mobsters. He'll never say a word, and it makes it more exciting for him - the danger element, I mean. Say, you know, I meant to say this the other day, but, a Navy officer must make really good money now days, because this is really a beautiful house, and this is no cheap neighborhood. Mr. Henderson, next door, he's a bank president."

Shelly shrugged and sat on the sofa, inviting Roxanne to do likewise. "Actually, I bought this house years ago, long before I was married. My family left me with a lot of money. I was just thinking today that maybe I ought to go back to school or something."

Roxanne shook her head, "Beautiful, cool, and rich! It's hard not to envy you, Shelly!"

Shelly smiled, "Don't be jealous of me! I still have to suspect my husband married me for my money. Being a little wealthy doesn't make life perfect; it just creates different problems. I'd rather you just admired me for my sexy body."

Roxy looked hesitant for a moment then said, "I've been thinking about what it would be like to have sex with a woman, and I'm still not sure how I feel, but after kissing you and everything, I mean, I really liked that and all. And to be honest, I'm very excited about watching you have sex with Vic... I don't know how to say this..."

Shelly's heart fell, "But you don't want to have sex with me," Shelly offered gently.

Roxanne looked up, clearly surprised, "Oh, no, I'm not saying that, exactly, you've been so nice to me that I'm about willing to do anything you asked, only, I'd want something like that to be special, at least if it happens between us... I mean, I'd want both of us to want it just as much... Do you know what I'm saying?"

Shelly was relieved, "So you're saying that you still don't know how you feel. Then don't worry about it. You haven't even seen me naked yet. You might run away screaming!" Roxanne laughed shaking her head, and Shelly added companionably, "And don't worry about me pressuring you. Just treat me like any other boy you would want to put off a while until you decide what you want to do."

Roxanne's jewel-like blue eyes twinkled again, "But that is exactly how I have been treating you, except it is getting harder and harder to put you off! Oh yeah, and it's nearly seven-thirty."

The doorbell rang three minutes early, and Shelly hurried back to the closet. Hastily, she pulled her panties down to her ankles, sat on the chair and shut the door. Richie was stocky and powerfully built with long black hair and several interesting tattoos - particularly the chimera on his firm right butt cheek. His penis was of a fair size, though not quite as large as Vic's, Shelly thought absently as she watched Roxy do a marvelous job of deepthroating. She had stripped Richie first and gone to work on him right away, almost as if she was trying to make him come as quickly as possible. 

Sure enough, he suddenly groaned locking his fingers in her lovely blond hair, and his hips began to jerk, just as Roxanne was doing some obviously hasty swallowing. Watching Roxy skillfully gulping Richie's come without spilling a drop, Shelly had a hot flash from her scalp to her toes in simple admiration for Roxy's skills as a lover. Shelly didn't understand this at all, making Richie come so fast, but Richie seemed to take it in stride, and after Roxanne had released his penis, he gruffly asked Roxanne where she wanted him. She pulled the chair from the nightstand and placed it just beside the mirror on the closet so that Shelly's view wouldn't be obstructed, and Shelly would still be getting Richie's point of view as well. 

Shelly was willing to applaud Roxanne's ingenuity, but she still had no clue what was happening as Richie settled in the chair just to Shelly's left. She could even see over into his lap. His penis was still limp. Shelly did realize that this was evidently something that Roxy and Richie had done together before. Then Roxanne started to dance, a slow and very erotic striptease, but no, more a ballet than a strip dance. Her movements were slow, graceful and totally unselfconscious like a beautiful nymph in a forest glade, playing Diana to Richie's Actaeon. 

By the time she was down to her bra and panties, Richie's penis was fully erect and throbbing from the blood pounding in it. Shelly was close to coming herself as Roxy paused in her undressing and ran her hands over her well-muscled legs and slender body as if slowly washing in a stream. Often, Roxanne would glance at the mirror where Shelly was, and when she removed her bra, she pouted her lips in a kiss as she hefted her breasts at the mirror, her pretty pink nipples as hard and erect as Richie's dick. 

Shelly was on the verge of orgasm as the panties were eased slowly down Roxanne's legs, and then Roxanne stepped up to the mirror, braced her hands on the mirror's edges and slowly undulated her hips in a unmistakable fucking motion, her golden brown pubic hair brushing lightly against the glass. Shelly came bent over, her face just inches from that undulating pussy, desperately trying not to make any noise as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept up through her loins and through her entire body. 

But even before she had recovered from the intense pleasure, Roxy had already recaptured her attention. She had Richie lay on the floor, the top of his head touching the base of the mirror. Then she straddled him on her knees, cupped his head gently in one hand while using the other hand to brace herself against the mirror, then she raised his face to her groin. While he licked her, she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, fucking his mouth with her pussy. When Roxanne finally came, her breasts pressed against the mirror, Shelly came again. Roxanne didn't move as she urged Richie to ease out from under her and to mount her from the rear. Richie's hips slapped at her bottom like a battering ram for several minutes before he began to come while Shelly watched Roxy's breasts swaying in time to the thrusts. As Richie came, Roxy winked in the mirror and gave the mirror a little kiss.

While Roxanne escorted Richie to the door, Shelly came out of the closet and glanced at her watch. It was eight-twenty. Shelly went to the bathroom, peed, and then douched in the toilet with clear water using a squeeze bulb with a nozzle. When she came out, Roxanne was dressing in the bedroom. She already had on her white ruffled blouse but was still naked from the waist down. Shelly could see several pearly drops of come glistening on her inner thighs and wished Roxanne would let her lick them off.

Roxy smiled as Shelly approached, "So, how was I tonight?"

"So sexy and wonderful that I came twice, but I don't know how I'll ever do so well for you." Shelly sat down on the edge of the bed and reached between Roxy's thighs and sopped up a drop of come with her finger then put it in her mouth.

Roxy hadn't flinched at Shelly's touch, and now gazing into the dark, green-eyed beauty, she touched Shelly's cheek and said softly, "It's not a contest, and besides, what you just did was so sexy I just want to..." Embarrassed by what she'd nearly said, Roxanne looked down at herself and grinned, "Well, I am a mess. Figure I've got time to clean up a little before Vic?"

"Sure," purred Shelly, "take all the time you need. There is a squeeze bulb with a nozzle in the medicine cabinet if you wish to rinse out - that is if you don't mind it's already been inside me, tonight. If Vic comes, I'll just tell him that you're my British maid." Roxanne laughed and disappeared into the bathroom. As Shelly watched her dimpled bottom cheerily bouncing out of sight, she wondered what Roxy had almost said. In the bathroom, Roxy went about her business efficiently, but she was thinking about Shelly. 

She was starting to feel pretty strong desire for the woman, and her uneasy feelings about oral sex between women were fading. She was even starting to wonder what it would be like. She liked pleasuring boys, almost as much as she liked receiving pleasure, would it be the same with Shelly? Very likely! Very, very, likely because here she was, sitting on the toilet and playing with her clit while thinking about putting her face between a female friend's legs. She shook herself and finished cleaning herself, resolving to just let things happen naturally. And she did use the bulb with nozzle, mainly because it had been inside of Shelly. It was a nasty thought, but one that made her hips wriggle.

When Roxanne came out of the bathroom, it was nearly time for Vic's arrival. She found Shelly in the bedroom setting a tray with two drinks on it upon the bed stand. Shelly looked up and winked at Roxy, "Just in case the lad's nervous."

Roxanne walked up behind Shelly and put her arms around her waist and pulling Shelly's bottom firmly against her own loins, "Oh, Shelly, you just can't imagine how aroused I am by what's about to happen." She released Shelly to let her turn around.

Shelly seemed very cool and calm to Roxanne, but her smile was warm and lazy, "This has been an eventful day. I forgot to tell you about Mary calling, you know, the prostitute that I told you about?"

Roxanne was surprised, but Shelly seemed full of surprises and mysteries, "Really? What did she want?"

Shelly shrugged, looking a little embarrassed, "She wants to see me socially, says she's quit her escort job and is starting college."

"Wow!" exclaimed Roxanne with shining eyes, "You must have been so good that she wants you to make her an honest woman!"

Shelly laughed lustily, "Not really, she's aware that I'm married, but I'm sure she does want to fool around, after all, that's all we have in common, why, we've never even had much of a conversation, unless you can count haggling over a price."

"Not like us," joked Roxanne, "We're genuine partners in sexual exploration!"

"If not sexual partners exploring," quipped Shelly.

"Oh, I'm sure that will happen, too, sooner or later," said Roxanne airily, "When you ate that come off my leg, I nearly said let's just forget Vic and go at it like crazy."

"Is that what you want?" asked Shelly a little breathlessly, her green eyes narrowing to fiery slits.

"Hell no! Slow down sex goddess!" grinned Roxy, "I want to see you like you saw me. I haven't thought of much else since yesterday!" At that moment, the doorbell rang. "Well," beamed Roxy, "It's show time! Break a leg! And who knows what might happen later."

"Into the closet, imp!" Smiled Shelly, "I'll give you a show all right! Oh, if you don't want to get your panties wet, better take 'em off now."

Only after she'd entered the closet and shut the door did Roxanne realize that removing her panties for easier access really was a good idea. She took her panties and her shoes off by the time Shelly and Vic entered the bedroom. Roxanne knew that Shelly had been very nervous about this for a number of reasons, but she couldn't see any of that nervousness now, in fact, Shelly seemed completely cool and in complete self control. On the other hand, Vic, who did seem a little nervous, was mostly looking like a kid in a candy shop. Clearly, he hadn't been disappointed by Shelly's appearance. 

Shelly offered Vic one of the drinks on the bed stand, and he eagerly accepted. "So," said Shelly taking a tiny sip of her own drink, "I'm not disappointed in my birthday present. Are you satisfied with the arrangement, Vic?" She sat down on the bed, leaning back against the pillows, her legs gracefully crossed but revealing the top of her stocking on the outside leg.

"Oh yeah!" Grinned Vic and gulped down his whole drink then struggled not to cough. It had been straight whiskey. He pondered the dark-haired green-eyed beauty before him, "But this is your party, Betty. What would you like?"

"Why not take your clothes off, Vic," said Shelly softly, "Then you can take mine off."

Vic eagerly stripped, revealing that he already had an eagerly bobbing erection. Shelly stood and turned her back on Vic and told him to unzip her dress. He did, and then, facing the mirror just a trifle more than facing Vic, Shelly let the violet silk dress slip slowly off of her like it was dark liquid flowing down a marble statue. Underneath, she was wearing a see-thru black lace bra and matching panties, and a black lace garter belt that held up her sheer nude stockings. She kept her high heels on as she stepped daintily out of the dress and sank to her knees in front of Vic where she gave him a lovingly slow and very thorough blowjob, stopping just short of making him come. 

Then she stood and told him to take off her bra and panties. She stood in front of the mirror while he stood behind her and unfastened the bra. For Roxanne's benefit, she rubbed her breasts in a sultry manner, while Vic, still behind Shelly, pulled her lacy panties down over her hose, leaving her dressed only in garter belt and stockings - her lovely and mysterious dark delta pressed smoothly flat by wearing her panties. Lightly caressing her pussy with one hand and ruffling her dark hair with her other, she said, "What do you think, Vic? Should the rest come off, or do you want to fuck me just like this?"

"Like this is just fine!" exclaimed Vic, running his hands along the outside of her thighs while peering at her reflection over her shoulder. "Lady, I have to tell you that I never dreamed I'd get a chance to fuck a woman like you. I think well enough of myself, but you just outclass everyone. James Bond wouldn't be good enough for you!"

Shelly gave a really sexy smile in the mirror, looking at Vic's reflection. "Now that's quite a speech, Vic. And I promise to reward you for it. Just lay on the floor here, yes, feet toward the mirror. I want to be able to see all the action in the mirror."

Roxanne watched as Vic obeyed. There was nearly nothing she couldn't see as Shelly squatted over Vic's head so her could lick her from underneath. She thought that Shelly naked was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen, especially the way the woman handled herself, so cool, so in control and so graceful! She was especially fascinated by the dark triangle nestled between Shelly's hips and genuinely regretted that she wasn't enjoying Vic's view right now. Then, almost to Roxanne's shock, Shelly rectified that problem by moving to kneel on her knees over Vic's erect penis, and then, arching her back, she slid down on Vic's shaft, using one hand to spread her vulva with her fingers. 

Watching Vic's big dick ease into Shelly's lovely vagina was not just erotic to Roxy but wildly beautiful and sensual. As Shelly leaned back just a little on her arms, she was displaying to Roxanne the most lovely and explicit view of a fuck that she had ever seen. She felt in awe and couldn't decide which she would rather be, the penis or the pussy. But then they were really one thing; they were a fuck, a perfect, sexy-beautiful fuck. 

Already close to orgasm, Roxanne began to come as Shelly both fucked Vic and beat herself off using the tip of one finger on her clit. After about five minutes of this sublime spectacle, Vic groaned, obviously about to shoot his load, and then Shelly did the most incredibly unbelievable and sexual thing! She casually reached between her legs, grasped Vic's throbbing shaft, poised it centered under her asshole, and sat down. Besides performing this insanely sexual act, Shelly was now offering Roxy a good spread view of the inside of her pussy as Vic's dick filled her bottom. Shelly slid up and down his cock for exactly two pumps before Vic screamed! She bounced up and down on it for half a dozen more strokes before she casually stood, ejecting Vic's wilting penis, and dribbling a steady stream of pearly come that drooled out of her bottom onto Vic's belly.

Vic and Shelly had come at the same time, if Shelly came at all, just about the time that Roxanne was settling down. By the time that Vic had dressed, and Shelly was escorting him to the door, with Vic proclaiming Shelly's virtues, Roxanne still hadn't fully recovered from her orgasm. It had easily been the most powerful and longest orgasm that she'd ever had, the image still burning in her mind - that erotic image of Shelly arced over backwards, her hips rotating and grinding, her lovely breasts bouncing, the muscles in her thighs and calves rippling with her undulating movements, her large calf muscles pressed flat against her thighs from squatting, and that big hard cock, ramming and ramming that lovely, picture-perfect pussy, it's brick-red lips spread where she could see Shelly's innermost muscles squeezing and pulling at Vic's dick... 

And then that fantastic, magical moment when Shelly had sat her ass on Vic's dick! That had completely re-ignited Roxy's orgasm, or started a second one - she herself wasn't sure which! Her body was still trembling hard, and the muscles in her legs had turned to water. Almost guiltily, Roxanne took her hand away from her own genitals and hastily put on her panties. She was afraid she might come again just thinking about it and she still wasn't through with her last orgasm.




Sailor's Wife Ch. 02



Shelly hadn't dressed completely, only putting back on her bra and panties to walk Vic to the door. She returned to find Roxanne's face looking slightly pink and flustered. She blew Roxanne a kiss with a wink and went right into the bathroom where she performed a quick rinse in both her holes with her bulb of water as fast as she could, then dried herself and returned to the bedroom to find Roxanne sitting more calmly on the bed. "Well?" asked Shelly as she sat beside the blond, "how was I? Did you enjoy?"

Roxy swallowed, trying to keep her voice steady, "It was better than I thought, I mean, it was the sexiest thing I ever saw! Especially when you were on top, just riding him - I mean it's hard for me to get the image of your hips and thighs, and you know, to get them out of my mind. And your calves - oh my! Like, I found myself wishing that I was his dick and your pussy, both at the same time. And the same when you fucked his face - I was even wishing it was my face. I've never come so hard in my life. It's still going on a little." Roxanne shifted her hips a little involuntarily. 

Shelly put her arm around Roxanne and whispered, "So you're still all turned on, sweetie?" the smell of the blonde's hair thrilling her and making her feel butterflies in her tummy. 

"Yes," she answered softly. She looked at the brunette expectantly, knowing that Shelly would kiss her. Shelly did, softly at first, but their kiss quickly enflamed with passion, Roxanne laying her head back, being the female, giving herself. Shelly's fingers trembled slightly as she slipped the knot on Roxanne's little bowtie. Roxy put her arms around Shelly's neck while the brunette unbuttoned her white ruffled blouse. 

To Shelly's delight, Roxanne had never put her bra back on, and her hands settled on warm, generous breasts, their nipples already erect and the aureoles bumpy with the girl's arousal. As Shelly arched her neck to lick and suck on the blonde's lovely pink nipples, she felt Roxy's hands undoing her own bra behind her back. As Shelly's bra fell away, Roxanne shrugged out of her open blouse, and for a moment, both women just looked at each other's breasts, lightly stoking each other's breasts and nipples with their fingertips. Then Roxanne looked into Shelly's green eyes and slowly lowered her head to suck on each of Shelly's pale brown nipples. When Roxy raised her head to kiss Shelly, they embraced, pressing their breasts together.

"Lord, that feels good," Roxy half moaned, half murmured between kisses.

"Mmmm," moaned Shelly, lying Roxanne on her back and settling on top of her, "May I take off the rest of your clothes?"

"Yeah, if I can return the favor." For an answer, Shelly just grinned and sat up to unbutton Roxanne's skirt. When Shelly whisked Roxy's panties down over her toes, she bent her neck to kiss the blonde's golden brown fleece. No sooner had Shelly's lips touched the soft, kinky blonde mound, than Roxanne rose up on her elbows and said, "Now, now! I get to strip you first!"

Shelly glanced up, "Do you want me to stand or lie down?" Roxanne shimmied down the bed, pulling the brunette with her so that she would stand. Then Roxy knelt at her feet and removed her high heels. Next came the garter belt and the stockings. As Shelly stepped out of her panties, Roxy murmured, "Please, just stand there a moment." First she ran her hands up, down and around Shelly's legs, feeling the smoothness of her skin and gently squeezing the firmness of her muscles. The blonde girls heart was beating wildly as she squeezed hard at the calf muscles that had turned her on so much while watching Shelly fuck Vic. 

Then she embraced Shelly's hips and buried her face in Shelly's pubic mound, breathing in the faint but wonderful woman perfume and kissing the fine, thick curls pressed flat again by the brunette's panties. She inserted her tongue as deep as she could at the bottom of the triangle and was just barely able to penetrate the top of Shelly's crevice. Shelly made a pleased sound and ran her fingers in the blonde's hair. "C'mon, let's get on the bed."

Almost reluctantly, Roxanne released Shelly from her hug, and both women crawled onto the bed. "Now," whispered Shelly, "Let me enjoy you the way those boys have been able to do." First, she kissed the blond girl on the mouth, then the neck, the breasts, the tummy, and then surprising Roxanne, she began kissing all over the girl's legs. For Shelly, this was as important as the rest, and she took her time kissing the lovely curves of Roxy's thick, muscled calves. 

At last she settled between Roxanne's thighs and spread Roxy's golden brown triangle with her fingertips, revealing the delicate pink petals of her inner flesh, the cute little pink clit and the dark, glistening vagina. Shelly took one deep breath after another trying to breath in as much of the young girl's delicate pussy perfume as possible. She began kissing and licking up and down the inner slit, her kisses almost as loving and romantic as they were sexual, and then, raising Roxanne's knees, she licked delicately at the pink star of Roxy's asshole.

"Oh," Roxanne flinched and made a little cry when she felt Shelly's tongue touch her bottom, "What are you...? Oh!" Although very embarrassed, Roxanne was fascinated and titillated by the strokes of the brunette's tongue, so she raised her knees to her breasts and was rewarded with feeling the tongue actually slide inside her bottom, "Ooooo!" Then she rested her toes on Shelly's shoulders as the brunette spent several minutes tongue-fucking Roxy's tender bottom before she returned to licking and sucking at the young blonde's clitoris. In a short time, Roxy's hips began to tremble and buck to a powerful orgasm flowing through her, melting her insides. She wrapped her legs around the brunette tightly and grunted repeatedly in the throes of her coming as her hips fucked hard at the brunette's lovely face.

Shelly was enjoying the young blonde's pussy so much that she was reluctant to quit when the panting girl gently pushed her face away, so she crawled up the blonde's body and kissed her deeply on the mouth. After several such passionate kisses, Roxanne gasped, "Just like you did Vic. Please, you know what I want." And Shelly did know. Roxanne's face wanted to be a penis, with Shelly riding on top. So, Shelly moved slowly up her, giving Roxy time to kiss and suck at each breast, and then she was straddling the blonde's face, her dark mound just inches from the blonde's mouth. Gently, she reached down with one hand, and cupping the blonde's head, raised Roxy's face to her groin. Still cradling Roxanne's head, Shelly began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her slit against Roxanne's soft mouth, and Roxy extended her tongue.

It was so much better than Vic because it was lovely Roxy's face she was fucking, fucking, and fucking. She looked back over her shoulder at the blonde's lovely naked body stretched out and that beautiful mound of golden brown hair, and wished she could turn around, rock forward on her knees, and bury her face in Roxy's lovely, moist and fragrant sex again. Still envisioning the wonder of it, she began to come. Shelly rocked her hips faster and moaned, hoping she wasn't being too rough with the young girl, but unable to help herself as the waves of ecstasy curled up in her insides and crashed violently out through her whole body. 

As her hips slowed and her sensibilities slowly returned, Shelly realized she was hearing slurping and swallowing noises from beneath her. She started to move off the young blonde's face, but Roxanne had her arms wrapped tightly around Shelly's hips and was obviously not through drinking from the well of the brunette's lubrication juices. Finally, Roxy's arms loosened and Shelly lied back down beside her and sighed her relief at being able to rest a moment. 

"Shelly?" asked Roxanne softly, "I think I just turned into a lesbian."

Shelly rolled on her side and propped her head up, leaning on her elbow to look into Roxy's blue eyes, "Oh, I don't think you need to be concerned..."

"I'm not concerned," Roxy interrupted still gazing at the ceiling, "And sure, I would still enjoy fucking boys as much as I ever did. That's not what I'm saying at all. Not only have my orgasms greatly improved since meeting you, and not only was the one you just gave me the best I ever had," She finally looked at me, her beautiful blue eyes regarding me seriously, "But when you came on my face like that, the feel, your smell, your excitement - well that was just the most intense sexual experience of my life. Even orgasms weren't quite as good as making a beautiful woman come in my mouth. So, I'm just wondering how I'm going to spare any time for boys from now on. That's all."

Shelly kissed her and breathed in the fragrance of her own pussy still strong all over Roxy's face and in her mouth. Roxy could still smell her own perfume still on the brunette's face as well, and they both eagerly kissed and licked at each other's mouth and face. At the same time, each woman reached down between the other's legs and began to massage each other's still wet pussies while they kissed. Soon they were both breathing so heavily that they stopped kissing. Green eyes gazed into blue eyes and panting, Shelly whispered, "Oh, I know, my darling. I feel the same way. And it's the best with you!"

"I love you, Shelly," moaned Roxy, gazing into her lover's eyes, her face, neck and chest turning pink and seeing the same blush of orgasm on her dark-haired lover.

"I love you, Roxy," Shelly more grunted than moaned. And though they were both too far into their orgasms to talk, and even though their faces twisted and turned red as if in pain, they continued to look into each other's eyes for the full length of a long and beautiful orgasm.

Later, as their breathing calmed and they were holding each other in their arms, Roxanne said, "I want to watch you with Mary."

"You don't have to be in the closet," Shelly said. "You can lay beside us and watch up close. You can smell us together. And then I'll watch you with Mary."

Roxanne made a moan of contentment, "Mmm, then we'll both fuck Mary into the greatest orgasm of her life. We'll teach her there are better things to do with her time than fuck men for a living."

Shelly giggled and agreed. They rested that way a few minutes, just looking into each other's eyes, idly touching and stroking each other's breasts with their fingertips. Then they kissed again, gently and with no urgency until, with a sigh, Roxanne pulled a way and whispered, "Shelly?"

"Mmm?"

"Shelly, you licked my bottom and stuck your tongue inside of me! Inside of my butt!" Roxy was regarding the brunette with slightly parted lips, the look on her face clearly an expression of wonder.

"Yes, I most certainly did," Shelly agreed softly, "I enjoyed doing that to you, if you want to know. Did you like it?"

Roxy gave a little shrug, which made her breasts move in an enticing way, "Not at first, I think I was mostly just surprised and I was definitely very embarrassed. Then it made my bottom really warm, and kinda made me want to pee, and then it got so nice, I think it nearly made me, you know..."

"So you did like it after all?" Shelly inquired as she took one of Roxy's pink nipples between her lips and pinched it gently, and then tasted the tip with her tongue. 

"Oh yes," Roxy sighed, partly at the memory and partly at what Shelly was doing to her breast. "And you know, you made me come pretty shortly after that, and well... when I come, it like starts with a feeling like I'm going to pee, you know? And it felt so much like that, so that I was a little worried that I might have peed a little in your mouth. Did I?"

"No, not at all," Shelly assured her, "But if you had, I wouldn't have minded at all, sweetie; I would have swallowed your pee gratefully. Anything you do while you are coming is just wonderful to me. It's all in the joy of making you come." Shelly ran her hand down the girl's body and stroked her blonde pubic hair, "How did you feel about your first time eating pussy?"

Roxy grinned, "All the things I worried about were just baloney. I loved it, and I loved your taste and your smell, Shelly. Like I said, it was that part that turned me into a lesbian! Would you mind if I did that again now? If it's not too soon, I mean..." 

Shelly gave a slow lick into Roxy's soft mouth, "I would love it if you would just go down on me and take your time, darling. Only, I want to do it to you, too, and I don't think I can wait!"

Roxy's dimples appeared with her grin, "Who's going to be on top?"

"Let's lay on our sides," replied Shelly, giving a little lick to the tip of the blonde girl's nose. Both women rearranged themselves, pushing away from the pillows with Shelly turning her body around, and side-by-side they embraced, resting their heads on each other's inner thighs with both of them cocking their left legs. Shelly could only take a couple of moments admiring her close-up view of Roxanne's lovely blonde pubic mound, and could feel Roxy doing the same between her own thighs. 

Unable to resist any longer, Shelly moved her face closer, her arms encircling the young girl's hips, her nose nuzzling the soft, kinky pubic hair, and at last her tongue splitting the crevice slowly as she tasted and enjoyed Roxy's inner flavors and textures. Dizzy now with the scent of the blonde's pussy perfume, Shelly made love with her face between Roxy's tender thighs, and feeling Roxy mirror her motions between her own legs. Both moved slowly, taking their time until a little over a quarter hour later, they both were shivering with a delightful mutual orgasm, their arms and legs clasping their bodies together, wriggling in their joy together. And that time, Roxy had done a single, tiny squirt of pee into Shelly's mouth. Shelly had swallowed it and with a smile afterward, she decided not to mention it to the girl. 

Later, when they were dressing, Roxy eyed Shelly adoringly and asked, "I can spend the whole weekend away from the dorm if I like. I'll just tell them I am going to visit a friend. Then we wouldn't have to part in the night like this. Would you want me to do that?"

Shelly grinned, "I'd just love that. And on Saturday morning, I'll serve you breakfast in bed!"

Roxy giggled, "I hope I don't get crumbs in your bed."

Shelly took the girl in her arms and kissed her and then whispered, "Oh we'll have the food later in the kitchen."



Sailor's Wife



Shelly blushed, "Well, really, I just wanted to, you know, put my face as close as I can while you pee in the pot, I mean, I've had the plumbing all my life, but I've never really seen it work. I'm just kinda curious, I guess."

"Great! I love curious women!" said Mary, squatting on the toilet and spreading her legs as wide as she could and tilting her hips forward. "I've had two different johns, believe it or not, who wanted me to pee on their dicks then suck them off without washing. This is nothing!" Shelly knelt before the girl and used her fingers to spread the blonde's pink inner lips so she could watch the silver stream emptying into the bowl while Mary shared more prostitution anecdotes. After she was finished, Shelly offered to perform the same way for Mary. 

Mary smiled, "Hell, I even let one girlfriend pee in my mouth just for the view, so I know what it looks like. Doesn't taste that great, though. But sure, I'd love to watch!" After Shelly had peed, Mary started to clean her up with a bit of tissue, but changed her mind and instead licked Shelly clean. It not only felt great but Shelly found it terribly intimate and erotic. The two women then returned to the bedroom, and Shelly lied down on her tummy after propping her hips up with a pillow, and Mary obediently licked her from the rear, paying particular attention to her bottom and mostly using her fingers on Shelly's genitals. 

"Tongue me, please," murmured Shelly sure that the girl would understand what she wanted, and Mary certainly did, first poking her bottom with little darts of her stiffened tongue, and ever so slowly pushing her tongue in deeper. It was quite pleasurable to have the younger woman pushing her tongue deep in Shelly's bottom, but the sexiest part for Shelly was knowing it was a woman's tongue that was penetrating her most secret and intimate area.

When Shelly felt as though she would come soon from the sheer joy of the intimate contact, she rolled over and had Mary mount her sixty-nine style. And there, staring at Mary's pretty dark brown pussy fur just inches away, she had a powerful orgasm while Mary licked her clit and probed her vagina and bottom with her fingers. Afterwards, she paid and let Mary leave because she was so exhausted from coming so much. That night, she dreamed of Mary and had sex in her dreams.

For the next few days, she spent a lot of her time fantasizing about women, her imagination still aflame with her experiences with the prostitute. At the same time, she felt a little disappointed because of Mary's profession and longed to make it with a more normal female. Three days after Mary had left she was sitting in her living room with the lights off as darkness fell, gazing out the window and thinking about whom she might approach for sex, or how she might meet a likely female. 

Idly she noted her neighbors going out for the evening and the arrival of the babysitter, a pretty, blond college student that frequently sat with their young daughter. She noticed that the living room curtains were open on the side of the house, and Shelly watched as the girl sat in front of the TV, propped her feet on the coffee table and began watching television. Shelly had a good view since the girl was only a few yards away, and the girl was really very beautiful, so Shelly watched her and wondered if there were some way she could meet such a ravishing creature. 

The girl dressed like a slut, tight blouse, short skirt and long shapely legs. She had a stunning resemblance to a famous blond actress, except this girl was taller than the actress, and if possible, even prettier, and for certain, much more curvy! Shelly felt her loins stir as she gazed at the girl's shapely, muscular calves. Then the babysitter rose to let someone in the front door, her boyfriend apparently by the way they embraced and kissed. Shelly's mouth dropped open as the girl wrapped her leg around the boy lasciviously, grinding her groin shamelessly against the bulge in the young man's tight jeans. 

Shelly slipped her panties off and touched herself as she watched the blond girl sink to the floor, opening the boy's jeans and taking his bobbing penis into her mouth. She slurped up and down the shaft awhile, and then, with the boy obviously approaching orgasm, the blond pulled away her panties, hiked her skirt and bent over the couch. Shelly could just make out the pale golden brown of the girl's pubic hair and the ivory globes of the girl's shapely bottom as she watched the boy thrust into the girl from the rear, perhaps two dozen strokes before he came. The blond girl hastily turned around and sucked hopelessly at his shrinking penis. The boy had obviously lost all interest, and after a perfunctory kiss, left.

Shelly found herself trembling slightly, mainly from lust, and partly from anger. Anger for the boy, an obviously callous and selfish lover, and some anger for the girl for putting up with the boy, and some more anger for the girl for screwing around when she was supposed to be babysitting. The last part caused a kernel of an idea to form in Shelly's mind as she watched the girl lie back on the couch and put her hand under the hem of her skirt, evidently intending on finishing the job that the boy had barely started. Shelly watched a few minutes more, watching the girl's bosoms heave and her feet twitch, the tight muscles in her legs as she tensed for orgasm. 

Shelly wished she could see what the girl was doing up close, but the clues provided by the babysitter's clenching and twitching leg muscles provided a quite erotic explanation of all that was occurring. Shelly realized that she would have to cut her voyeurism short if she wished to intervene before the girl achieved an orgasm.

Shelly hurried to the mirror in her bedroom and primped a bit until she was satisfied with her appearance. She looked with approval at her knee-length plaited red skirt, and solid red blouse -- she looked good in red. Hastily, she changed her black flats for black heels and almost trotted next door.

The girl answered Shelly's knock with some surprise, perhaps she had expected the boy to come back. Shelly introduced herself as the neighbor and asked the girl's name.

"Roxanne," answered the blond girl with a dazzlingly pretty smile and really cute dimples, "But my friends usually call me Roxy. Hey, I'd like to invite you in, but I'm not supposed to let anyone in while the Hendersons are away."

Shelly wanted to take the gorgeous young thing in her arms, but instead, she forced a stern look on her face and crossed her arms, "Really? You mean you had permission to screw your boyfriend while you're supposed to be watching Madeleine?" The girl instantly paled and her mouth dropped open. Shelly felt as though she were falling into the girl's bright blue eyes, but she forced herself to maintain the role she was playing, "Oh, so you weren't aware that you left the curtain over there open? Well, I think we need to talk. Don't you?"

Roxy lowered her eyes and ushered Shelly in. They sat on the couch, the girl trying hard to maintain her dignity in the extremely short, black skirt. "Please, maam, please don't tell! I promise not to do it again, and I really need the job with the Temp agency. If the Hendersons complain, I'd get fired for sure!"

Curious, Shelly asked, "Then why did you take the chance?"

The blond sighed, and Shelly stopped herself from staring at the cleavage between the girl's lovely and ample breasts, "Because I have no place of my own. I live in a really strict school dorm, you know? Why, even they'd throw me out at any hint of scandal, you know? And well, I guess I get pretty horny, you know, a really needy kind of girl, not Kevin was any help." Roxanne looked as miserable as anyone could, tears gathering in her eyes. 

Shelly permitted herself a chuckle, "Men! Yeah, I noticed that, too. Kevin's not much of a lover is he?"

The blond girl blushed as if realizing for the first time just how much Shelly had seen. She hastily got up and closed the offending curtain. When she turned around, Shelly was offering Roxanne the pair of panties that she'd picked up off the floor. Still blushing the girl clutched them to her lap as she carefully sat down, legs tightly together. "Well maam, a lot of my life is in your hands at the moment. I really am very sorry!" A tear or two rolled down the girl's cheeks.

It was obvious to Shelly that the girl really meant it, so she took a deep breath. "There may be something I can do to help you, if you're willing to help me, but..." and Shelly pretended to hesitate thoughtfully.

"Anything, really!" pleaded the blond, so earnestly that Shelly felt guilty for manipulating her.

"Okay," sighed Shelly, "First, never do this again while babysitting, why, if something happened to the child and your secret came out, you could actually go to jail for negligence. Did you know that?"

The girl nodded with a pained look, "Really, I won't ever do it again! Madeleine is a really solid sleeper. That's the only reason I took the chance. If necessary, I won't have sex again until I get my degree!"

Shelly chuckled again, "You won't have to do without sex. Like I said, there is something you can do for me if you're willing. You see, I'm married and my husband spends a lot of time away from home, in fact, he's only in town for a few weeks every two or three months unless he gets an overseas posting, in which case, I don't see him for six months. So, you can bring young men over to my house and have at it all you want."

Roxanne looked shocked, "But why would you do that for me? And, I mean, I hardly know you, maam."

Shelly smiled, "In the first place, I'm twenty-five, not your grandmother, so can the 'maam' bit, please. Hell you're not that much younger than me, right? Besides, I already know you as well as some of your boyfriends, and better than some, I bet."

The girl blushed prettily again, "Sorry, er, Shelly, and I'm eighteen, but what do you want me to do for you?"

"Ah, as to that," Shelly paused wondering how to say this, "You say you're a really horny girl, right?" The girl, still red, nodded and bit her lip. "Okay, then you should be able to understand my problem, because I'm the same kind of girl, and my husband is away too much. He's a officer for the Navy."

"Oh!" Exclaimed the girl brightly, "So you want me to bring boys over for you, too? That would be totally easy, I mean, if you'll pardon me, Shelly, you're one of the most gorgeous women that I've ever seen, and boys are very easy."

Shelly was utterly charmed by the girl's innocent eagerness, "Actually, as much as I disapproved of your actions while babysitting, I really enjoyed, um, watching. A lot. I have a full length two way mirror on my closet door -it came with the house - so, I mean...and my husband's away, and I get real..."

Roxanne nodded slowly, not showing any disapproval, "So, you want to watch me have sex with my boyfriends, right?" Now it was Roxanne's turn to smile as Shelly blushed, "Oh, that's okay, Shelly, the idea turns me on actually. I wouldn't wear clothes like this if I didn't like showing off my body. I've even fantasized about being a nude dancer. I guess I'm something of an exhibitionist, but it's only natural if a person is vain enough to think they look sexy. You have a really sexy body yourself, so you probably know what I mean."

That was the second time the girl had complimented Shelly physically, and Shelly found her mouth so dry that she had to swallow before she could speak, "So, you're interested? Then when..."

The girl glanced at her watch, "Well, the Henderson's will be back in about an hour. I could make some calls and meet you at your place. It's a Friday, and I can be as late as I want getting back to the dorm. I'm sure Richie or Vic will put on a better show for you than Kevin did. I mean, I'm so turned on, I'm ready to have sex with anyone, or even myself." Roxy stopped, blushing as she recalled that Shelly may have seen her doing just that.

Shelly stood and so did Roxanne. Shelly stuck out her hand and Roxy clasped it, "So partners?"

"Partners!" Exclaimed Roxanne enthusiastically; "I don't know which turns me on more, getting laid, or knowing that you'll be in the closet watching everything and getting turned on with me. I hope I don't disappoint you."

"Don't worry," Shelly smiled and lightly touched Roxanne's left breast, "Just watching you by yourself was exciting, too." She left with Roxanne still blushing and her own heart pounding. 

About an hour later, on cue, Roxanne knocked on her door. Shelly showed her around the house while Roxanne told her about her date, "It will be Vic; a real stallion of a guy, but he warned me that he couldn't stay very late. Which made me think, I mean, aren't you afraid of getting tired of sitting in the closet?" As Roxy was saying this she was inspecting the closet dubiously. "Like maybe you could be my British maid or something, and I could order you to watch us. That might even turn Vic on."

Shelly smiled, "And it might turn him off, and I couldn't very well get in the closet in front of him, could I? Don't worry about me; just get rid of him when you're done. I might need to pee or something."

Roxanne gave Shelly an impulsive hug, and even though there was nothing sexual about it, Shelly couldn't help but be very aware of their breasts pressed against each other. She felt so breathlessly aroused that she had to concentrate to understand what the blond girl was saying, "Thanks so much for giving me a place to do this, Shelly. Most of the guys I know live on campus too, and they never have enough for a motel. And even though I'm happy for me, I'm almost jealous of you."

"Why?" Asked Shelly so caught by surprise that she leaned back to look at Roxanne which unfortunately broke their embrace.

Roxanne shrugged, "It just sounds like fun. I mean, it makes me wish that I could take a turn in the closet and watch you with a guy. How about that! Maybe I'm a voyeur as well as an exhibitionist and a nymphomaniac! Are you sure I couldn't set you up sometime?"

Shelly chuckled, "I'll think about it. Well, there's the doorbell, so go for it. I'll be in the closet."

While Roxanne answered the door, Shelly arranged her chair and closed the door. She had left the bedroom lights on, not too bright, but not too dim either. Quietly, because she heard them coming, she slipped off her panties and raised her skirt. Now, she was ready.

Vic turned out to be tall and well built and no waster of time. As they walked through the bedroom door, he was already groping the shape of Roxanne's rounded bottom. They took off each other's clothes, kissing each other passionately all the while. Although Vic was a handsome dark-haired youth with a nice large penis, Shelly couldn't take her eyes off of Roxanne, her slender-waisted, flawless beauty enrapturing her. This time she got a good view of the blonde's round creamy breasts with their pink nipples and her lovely golden brown (more blond than brown) pubic hair, in fact, Roxanne was obviously making a point of letting Shelly see it all, practically posing before the mirror as she went about the business of having sex with Vic. 

First she knelt facing the mirror and turned Vic's profile to Shelly while Roxy slurped his penis and rubbed its head over her face. Vic was obviously curious about the slightly awkward business until he glanced at the mirror and grinned, never imagining that another woman sat not three feet away masturbating lustfully after his girlfriend. Shelly was sure that he just thought of Roxy as vain. But hell, if any girl ever had reason to be, Shelly thought feverishly as she watched Roxanne sit on the edge of the bed and had Vic kneel before her and lick her genitals. 

Shelly watched Roxy's nipples grow erect at the first touch of his tongue, and Roxy looked up at the mirror where she estimated Shelly's head to be and smiled a happy grin, lazily tracing on Vic's back with her big toe, the muscles in her calf rippling sensually with her movements. She even licked her lips seductively at Shelly. Vic faithfully kept it up until Roxanne began to come, her hips thrusting at Vic's face, her eyes still locked on the mirror. Shelly began coming with her, their eyes locked together as if Roxy could really see her, as if it was Shelly between her legs. 

When Roxy's hips began to settle, Vic stood and without further ado thrust into her. He was much better than Kevin, but he was still done in about five minutes, although he'd at least changed positions once, letting Roxanne ride on top - it was this last that did him in. Shelly wasn't surprised that he came so quickly as she watched the girl's rapidly pumping hips. Where could she have learned that, hula class, belly dancing? Then it was over. Vic was jerking his jeans up over his still collapsing member and apologizing for leaving so soon. Roxy shrugged, told him that she'd loved it and kissed him goodbye. Roxanne slipped on her panties while Vic was dressing and walked him to the door. Shelly came out of the closet as she heard Roxanne returning to the bedroom.

"Well, how was it?" Asked Roxanne with a sheepish smile, absently making a gesture with her arms as if to cover her breasts.

"I came when you did," said Shelly softly, stepping close to her.

Roxanne swallowed and dropped her hands from covering her breasts, "I thought you did. It was like I felt it, like I was with you."

"Yes," whispered Shelly, reaching for Roxanne's waist and pulling their breasts together. Even through the cloth of her dress and her sheer bra, she could feel the heat of the blond girl's breasts, the pressure of her hardened nipples, "It was wonderful. Thank you!" Then she gently pressed her lips to Roxanne's in a tender kiss. Roxy responded, but only slightly, neither woman opening her lips.

"Y-y," Roxanne had to swallow again before she could speak, "You're welcome, but I'd better be going soon. It's getting late. May I uh, use your bathroom?"

"Of course," smiled Shelly releasing the blond who promptly gathered her clothes and headed for the bathroom. Shelly's heart was sinking, figuring that the girl had been freaked out by the kiss, but Roxanne turned at the bathroom door and gave Shelly her lovely smile, "I never kissed another girl before. It was really nice."

"Well," said Shelly grinning back, "It was the least I could do after everything else we've done together tonight. If I smoked, we would be having cigarettes." The blond giggled knowing exactly what Shelly meant as she closed the bathroom door.

A few minutes later, she emerged dressed, brushing her hair. She smiled, put her brush in her purse and walked over to Shelly who was sitting idly on the end of the bed. She sat down beside Shelly and asked, "So, do you still want to do this again?"

Shelly gazed into the girl's so-blue eyes, "Oh yes, you know I do. Just call and tell me when."

"You've got the most amazing green eyes. Really beautiful!" commented Roxanne with a wistful look into Shelly's eyes.

"And I think you have the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen." Shelly's heart started pounding again. This young girl turned her on so much more than Mary had been able to, and just by being Roxanne. 

With the slightest of sly grins, Roxy looked at her appraisingly, "Who were you mostly looking at, me or Vic?"

"You," whispered Shelly hoping that the blond wouldn't freak.

"Good," smiled Roxanne, looking happy, satisfied, "I like that. It turned me on to think about that when you were behind the mirror. You know, I really wish you'd consider letting me watch you fuck some guy. I think it would really turn me on."

"Roxy, if you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask."

Roxy gave a nervous chuckle, "Oh, I've been getting that message, don't worry. I just don't know how to react yet. You see, I've just never even considered sex with another woman. But I'm starting to consider it, I can promise you that! I have an idea I'm going to have a very pleasant daydream about it right before I go to sleep tonight. Tell you what, walk me to the door, and I'll give you the kind of good night kiss I'd give a guy that I really want to see again!"




Sailor's Wife



"Deal!" beamed Shelly.

As they walked through the house, arms around each other's waists, Roxanne asked, "So this sex with girls thing? Do you do it often?"

"No," Shelly smiled, "I got kissed a few times in college by my roommate, and I let her feel me up a little. It was nice, but I was scared. I regretted my caution for years, really curious about what it would have been like, until just a few days ago, when I just called up a prostitute, and we got it on for most of the night."

"No!" Exclaimed Roxanne, shocked, but obviously delighted, "A whore, really?"

"Yep. I must have come at least four times."

"You are just too cool, Shelly," beamed the blond adoringly, "so liberated, such a modern woman!" Roxanne stopped, even though they'd only reached the hallway and put her arms around Shelly's neck and kissed her long and slowly, gently easing her tongue just into Shelly's mouth to lightly fence with her tongue. Since the women were about the same height, Shelly was only a little taller, neither had to bend her neck uncomfortably. For Roxanne, it was a very sweet, soft, sexy kiss. As for Shelly, she nearly wet her panties.

"Whoa!" gasped Shelly when Roxy released her, "that's some good night kiss, all right. But this isn't the front door."

"Oh that's not my special goodnight kiss," she replied with a grin as they resumed walking arm in arm toward the front door, "I just wanted to tell you how much I like you and how seriously I am now reconsidering the subject of sex with another woman." At the front door, she turned and gently nudged Shelly into leaning against the door, "Guys are pretty strong and I need a little support to balance me for this kiss, so maybe if you just lean here, we won't fall down. Feel free to grab my butt and keep me from falling, but then, during the special goodnight kiss, I always allow guys to touch me anywhere they like." 

Then she put her arms around Shelly's neck and kissed her again, only this time, her tongue was fiery and aggressive, and her left leg wound sinuously around Shelly's right leg as she pressed her pussy against Shelly's right thigh and ground it in a slow fucking motion. Shelly did cup Roxy's bottom with her right hand, but she rubbed the girl's back with her left. Finally Shelly used the hand she'd been rubbing the girl's back with to lightly trace the outline of Roxy's pubic lips. Even through the girl's panties, touching the warmth between the girl's legs was terrifically exciting. The kiss went on for a long time before it broke.

"Wow!" breathed Shelly, her heart pounding like a drum again, her chest needing more air so badly that she was practically panting.

"Yeah," smiled Roxanne breathlessly, "I had to stop before I came on your leg. I'm afraid I'm learning to like kissing women. For sure, I'll never miss razor burns, mustaches or beards."

"That kiss in the hall was the best kiss I've ever had," said Shelly, touching Roxanne's cheek, "But your special goodnight kiss was the sexiest kiss I've ever had and even better than your hall kiss!"

Roxanne giggled, "Did it make you want to see me again?"

"Yep," chortled Shelly, "I can't wait!"

"Then it worked!" grinned Roxanne, "Told ya!" Then her smile faded to a wistful look, "Yeah, the two times I've kissed you may have been my best kisses ever, too."

It was Shelly's turn to look serious, "If you'll set up a guy to come over, I'll fuck him for you. I only hesitated before because fucking another guy is like cheating on my husband, who is plenty of man for me when he's around. But, use good taste, will ya?"

Roxanne looked troubled, "Gee, I don't want you to compromise your principles or anything, Shelly..."

Shelly tossed her hair and smiled, "I'd be pleased to do it if you really think you would like it. I mean, I'd be doing it for you. And I want to do something for you, Roxy. You know?"

"I know," whispered the blond. Roxanne stepped out the door and said over her shoulder, "I always use good taste, and I'll even make sure he tastes good! See ya tomorrow night, about seven."

Shelly spent most of the next day anticipating the evening. Aside from bathing and shaving her legs and worrying about what to wear, she even used hair clippers to trim the edges of her pubic hair into a more perfect triangle and then finished up with a comb and scissors to make sure all the hairs were of an even length. Afterwards, admiring herself nude in the mirror, she thought that her pussy looked as pretty as those that she saw in the magazines. Why, even Mary, the prostitute had said that she had the loveliest pussy that she had ever eaten. 

Of course, that was what was wrong with Mary, she might have been lying and Shelly would never know. About six, the phone rang and Shelly hurried to answer it, worried that it might be Roxanne calling to break their date. To her shock, it wasn't Roxanne; it was Mary, the prostitute.

"Well, hi," said Shelly, still startled, but more than a little intrigued.

"Look, if you were to complain to my agency about me calling, I could get in serious trouble. This just isn't done, but I don't want to upset you, so just tell me to go away if you want to." Mary's voice blurted out all of that in a nervous rush.

"I'm not sure what you mean," Shelly felt confused, "But I promise not to complain. Just tell me what you want."

"Well, I uh, I mean, I would like to see you again, you know, on a personal basis. I mean, I've been thinking about you a lot, and well, may I see you again?"

Shelly didn't know what to think. "Well, please don't be offended, Mary, but, you get around a bit much for me. I mean, I took a risk because my husband's overseas, and I'd have time to get a cure if I caught something from you, you know? I've got my marriage to think about."

"I've quit my job at the agency just two days ago. I've saved my money, and now I have enough to go to college. I'm going to my doctor for a complete physical tomorrow. I'm pretty sure I'm clean, because I've been, you know, very careful. All the results from the physical should be in within a couple of days. I know it sounds crazy, but I wasn't acting when I was with you, I didn't have to act. I know you are married, but if you let me see you now and then... At least agree to see me so we can talk about it. Please say yes, Shelly."

"Well, maybe we could have dinner or something a week from tomorrow, okay? Call me anytime later in the week to set a time."

"Thanks, Shelly, I really mean it! And you won't be sorry!" and Mary hung up.

The conversation had really caught Shelly off guard, but all in all, she reflected, it was really very flattering that she'd actually attracted a lady of the night. And if she kept on fucking college students, maybe she might decide to go back to college, and get another degree. She laughed at herself, well, she hadn't even slept with one college student yet, but she was pretty sure that she and Roxanne would wind up in bed together. Yep, the call had the unexpected effect of making her feel really beautiful, sexy and desirable. 

She wondered what her husband would think if he found out she had been sleeping around with women, of course, so far, she'd only done it once. She would be willing to bet he wouldn't mind it at all if he was occasionally invited to join a threesome. In fact, Shelly felt certain that he would be very willing to go for a deal like that. She'd have to seriously consider discussing the possibility with him. And in the meantime, she would be working at getting in foxy Roxy's panties!



Sailors Will Be Sailors



At 20 years old I was one of the oldest guys in the class. I had managed to squeeze in a couple of long Summers working and a year of college before I got pulled into active duty in the Navy Reserves. That is how I found myself here, in a moderate but old hotel room in Memphis, Tennessee, with another young, and horny, sailor.

We were stationed in Millington at the Naval Air Electronics training school, and this was the first time we had a chance, and the money, to go into town for the weekend.

We had found a few drinks, and hung out in a striptease joint for a few hours. We then went back to the hotel and sadly discovered that although hookers were plentiful, we didn't have enough money to get one of us fucked, let alone both of us. So, we sat around, drinking beer and watching TV, no adult movie channels back then, and talking about girls and how horny we were.

About 1:00 AM we ran out of beer and were pretty wasted and decided to go to bed. There was only one bed, a double, in the room, but it was way bigger than two regulation Navy bunks pushed together, and the room was cheaper than one with two beds.

We crawled in, carefully keeping to our own side of the bed, and kept up the talk of women we had fucked, which was mostly lies, and women we wanted to fuck, which was nearly all of them. Soon we both had hardons and I could feel the bed move a little as my buddy stroked his cock in the darkness.

I rolled over on my right side towards him with my own cock in hand. I could just barely make out in the dim light seeping around the curtains that he was laying on his back, slowly and gently jerking his meat.

I reached over with my left hand and put it around his cock just below his hand and against his balls.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

He stammered something and tried to turn away from me, but I held his young meat firmly in my hand so he couldn't turn over.

"It's OK," I assured him. "I'm horny as hell too, and we may as well help each other out." I gently pumped his cock a couple times and he sighed and turned toward me a little. I think he was beginning to like it.

I don't think he had ever touched, or been touched by, another guy. In my case it had only happened once, years ago. At the very leading edge of puberty a little friend and I had sucked each other. Neither of us had gotten a hardon or shot off, but I had liked it, and I think I had subconsciously been waiting for a chance to do more ever since.

"What if someone finds out?" he asked. "They'll give us a dishonorable and kick our asses out!"

"Don't worry," I replied. "No one will know if we don't tell, and I sure-as-hell ain't going to!" And I gently pumped and squeezed his cock a couple of more times.

I guess he quit worrying because he reached over and found my cock and tentatively took hold of it.

"Just do what you like," I suggested. "But take it easy. I don't want to come too fast." And we each started slowly masturbating each other.

After a few minutes I got the feeling that I wanted to see what a hard cock felt like in my mouth so I began moving around so my cock was still being attended to but now I was kneeling with my head over his cock as I jerked him off.

I lowered my head and opened my mouth and slid all I could manage into my mouth. His reaction was somewhere between a groan and a scream! Something about "... what the fuck!" I just ignored him and sucked his cock as deep into my mouth as I could then pumped him with my hand as I slid as much of his hot meat as I could in and out of my mouth.

That quickly quieted him down and soon he was moaning and groaning and flexing his hips up, trying to fuck my face, and still hanging onto my cock with one hand.

I didn't want this to end too soon. I was really enjoying the feel of a hard cock in my mouth! His was just the perfect size for me as it was big enough around that it filled my mouth, and just long enough that I could put one hand around it and have enough left over to feel good in my mouth but not so long it would gag me. I lay partially on his hips, still kneeling with my ass in the air. He tried to force his cock down my throat, but I was in control. My hand kept his cock from going too far into my mouth but left me a generous amount to suck and lick, and my weight on his hips kept him from bucking around too much.

My buddy was sure enjoying my cocksucking, and I could taste the pre-cum that was oozing from his cock. But he wasn't doing much for me. I stopped sucking and just jacked him a little.

"Hey, how about returning the fuckin' favor?" I asked. And I swung my leg over his head so I was straddling him and my throbbing cock was hanging right over his face.

"Shit, man, I don't know ..."

"Come on! You suck me off and I'll finish you off. I like the feel of your cock in my mouth, and I want to taste your cum!" I said as I took him in my mouth again and sucked real hard.

"Oh shit, mmmffphh ..." he said.

I had felt his hot breath on my cock when he spoke and I just rocked my hips down a little and stuck my cock right in his mouth. I guess it never occurred to him to bite me, because he just sucked on my cock. Passion or a sense of fairness I'll never know, but he started sucking and jacking my cock like he really liked it.

I eased my self down on my side a little so I could thrust without choking him, and we started getting it on. While he licked and sucked all up and down my hot, hard, cock, I thrust at his mouth, encouraging him, and kept slowly pumping his cock, which was very hard, and very slippery with his pre-cum and my spit. 

By today's standards I did a very not-nice thing. I didn't tell him when I was coming. What the hell, I wanted to come in his mouth. I wanted to feel his hot lips and tongue on my cock when I pumped out my hot spunk. And I did, and did, and did ...

He must not have minded it too much because he kept right on sucking and moaning and swallowed every spurt I shot into his mouth, then sucked me dry. Then he kept right on sucking, not letting me get soft.

"Shit, man, that was great!" I said. He just mumbled something and kept sucking and turned his hips toward me. I took his cock in my hand and guided it into my mouth. It was hot and hard and throbbing and I knew it wouldn't be long before I had a load of hot, young sailor cum in my own mouth.

He had stopped sucking me and was getting very agitated in his movements. His cock was pretty long, maybe nine inches, so it was a good thing I had my hand wrapped around it. I slid my hand down closer to his nuts so I could get more of him in my mouth, almost to the point of gagging. I pumped him faster and sucked harder and I could feel his pecker swell and throb as he got closer to shooting.

I guess he wanted the world to hear all about it because he shouted "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!!" and shot his load in my hungry mouth.

It was hot and bittersweet. I had tasted my own cum before, but this was different. This was straight out of a hot and hard cock, and it was hot and filled my mouth. I swallowed and he shoot another spurt, not as big, not as powerful, but it tasted just as good.

I swallowed and kept sucking as he shot a couple more times, and I liked it! He was hardly doing anything to me but I was nearly cumming myself, just from the excitement of having his big, hard, hot cock spasming in my mouth and shooting his spunk down my throat.

I slowed down a little but kept sucking and jacking his meat, and he soon went back to working on my throbbing prong. It was much different now. It really felt good to have my buddy sucking my hard cock, and I really liked sucking his, but neither of us was as excited or urgent, just enjoying the sensations.

I don't know how long it was and I don't think either of us was looking at our watch very often because we were really getting into cocksucking. We were sort of regulating each other, sucking and pumping harder when we were getting close or slowing down when we wanted to back off a bit. Finally we both shot our rocks at the same time. I have had simultaneous orgasms with women and men both, but there has never been one like that first one with my Navy buddy. 

We thrust our cocks in each others mouths at the same time, and sucked as hard as we could at the same time, and went down as far as we could at the same time. One, two, three shots of cum at the same time, then just holding and sucking for a few moments. It wasn't a hard come, but more of a "Thanks for the good cum, and here's one for you."

We got one more cum each, ah, the energy of youth, then went to sleep, holding each other's now flaccid cocks. The next morning, or later that morning, we checked out and went back to the base.

I was in the Navy for another three years but never did anything with another guy, sailor or civilian, during that time. After I got out I learned a few things about guys and gals and although I prefer sex with women, every so often I meet a guy who turns me on and feels the same, and I remember that young sailor buddy 40 years ago and wonder whatever happened to him.