0 comments/ 110900 views/ 5 favorites Sex In The Spa By: Barb36D Prologue -- The older I get, the more I find myself obsessing about things. I have these overwhelming compulsions to get things done, instead of putting them off. These things that I would otherwise put off for something to do on a rainy day also have to be accomplished the correct way, with zero tolerance for mistakes. My obsessive behavior would be considered perhaps quaint and eccentric, if it weren't for the fact that I try to inflict my perceptions on everyone else. Figuring that people around me are simply blind to the monumental significance of such things as paying bills, doing the laundry, preparing for retirement, etc., its my duty to keep them aware. Of course, no one really takes me seriously. They appease me the best they can and try to avoid my wrath. This avoidance, in itself, is enough to make me crazy to the point that I usually end up doing the chores or tasks myself. As a control freak, by nature, this is a role I feel comfortable with. So what do my compulsive foibles have to do with my sex life, you ask? Well, let me tell you. The burden of carrying the weight of my little world is a heavy one. In my constant battle to keep things all the plates spinning at once, I needed a place in my psyche to relax and let everything go. My self-imposed tensions would have eaten me alive, if I didn't have a haven of sexual bliss as a refuge. Some women use exercise bikes, yoga or social clubs to relieve anxieties. My preferred method of using sexual stimuli not only works for me, but it has definitely had a positive effect on our marriage. Conditioned as the proper and conservative wife in my day-to-day routines; I had to learn to let loose and appreciate my lustful nature as well. This Jekyll & Hyde approach has developed into a real turnon, not only for me, but for my husband too. Nothing gets my juices flowing more than to break away from my politically correct self and become a wanton slut. Every husband wants his wife to be a little whorish from time to time, so why not go with the flow? As long as no one gets hurt -no harm, no foul! Once we got past the jealousy factor, the open marriage concept was delightful. A 'Bob, Ted, Carol & Alice' approach to swapping never did appeal to me. However, after thirty years of marriage, there is something to be said about having fun on the spur (or sperm) of the moment. * * * * * The mate swapping episode Donny and I had with my brother and his wife (see "Trading Home Videos"), that was meant to be a singular occasion, turned into more than a one-night-affair. The four of us started hanging out together on a more regular basis, and my relationship with Debbie developed into a closeness I had never experienced, even with my sisters. We shared intimacies about our past lovers and confided in each other about what turned us on, etc. Before long, we even took on some of each other's traits. She became more refined with her flirting skills and I adopted a more direct approach to eroticism. Though neither one of us are lesbian; we both know what really arouses each other, so a certain amount of teasing and titillation was fun. One particular afternoon of shopping the two us decided to take a break and go to a day spa. Debbie knew of a place across town offering a "Working Woman's Special"; that sounded like a nice diversion. "I have to run an errand for Rudy later. But, if you want, we can go now?" Debbie offered. "A couple of hours of self-absorption seems like just what the doctor ordered. Let's go!" I winked. The place was quite a swanky salon, with all the fancy trimmings. An army of female attendants in short white uniforms scurried from one room to the next, catering to their clients. Our assigned attendant, a rather tall woman named Nancy, ushered us through a maze of rituals guaranteed to make us look ten to twenty years younger. Debbie mentioned that she heard one of the girls refer to our attendant as Big Nancy The Dyke. After hearing that, I kept a safe distance from her. Undergoing the entire regiment of skin treatments, massages and electro-whatever, we certainly felt younger. I guess that's really what you pay for at these female pleasure havens anyway. Our tall attendant let the two of us finally retreat to a warm shallow bathing pool for some aromatherapy. "Is this great, or what?" Debbie laughed and cast aside her robe. "You bet. I don't think I've ever been so relaxed, or clean for that matter," I added. "I know what you mean, Barb. I could easily make this part of my weekly routine," she smiled, and reached over for a tube of shaving cream. As we continued to revel in our luxurious bath, she started to shave her pussy. This was something I'd never done, so I was mildly interested in watching her technique. She saw me watching. "Suppose you wonder why I do this? See, Rudy likes me clean-shaven. Actually, I'm kind of used to it, by now," she admitted. "I've never done that. Maybe Donny would like it too. What do you think?" "There's only one way to find out, girl. Here, I'll do you," she remarked eagerly, and helped me out of my robe. With the two of us stark naked, she quickly swung my legs open. Before I had a chance to react, she had me sit on the pool's edge and lathered up my pussy. Ever so gently, she shaved off what little bit of hair I had on my abdomen. When she started to shave around my pussy I felt the strangest tingling sensation and let out a little moan. Placing two of her fingertips just inside my pussy lips, she finished a few final razor strokes. Laying the razor down with one hand, she kept her fingers inside me. "Ummmm, nice and smooth now, and a little creamy," she whispered, as her fingers massaged my clit. "Think Donny will like me like this?" I asked, breathing harder. "Gosh Barb, I don't know. Let's see if it passes the taste test, shall we?" Said Debbie, stepping out of the pool and kneeling next to me. She pulled my legs from the pool, put one on either side of her and made me lay down. "Hey, wait a minute Deb. We can't be doing this...here! People will see us and think we're queer," I said, nervously looking around for spying eyes. "Nonsense Barb, there's nobody here. And, who gives a shit what THEY think anyway? You and I know it's all in fun," she purred and leaned over to bring her face to my newly shaven crotch. Parting my pink lips with both hands, her tongue immediately went to work on my clit. The new sensation of her lips and tongue on my bare pussy was so erotic. Soon I was whimpering and moaning, while she inserted two, no three fingers in my pussy. Debbie delighted in my reaction and started inching her little hand inside my vagina. She knew I wouldn't stop her. I couldn't conceal the fact that it felt so good to have a big cock (I mean a big... something) inside my pussy. Soon, her forearm was so deep inside me, I could feel her tiny fist against my cervix. She elevated her arm against my clit and I had a quick orgasm. Coming back to my senses, "Oh God, Debbie stop it! We can't be doing this! But, God, I sure could use a cock in me," I admitted. "Well, will this do?" Said a low sultry voice from above. "OH SHIT!" I yelled and grabbed a towel. Trying to cover as much of myself as possible with the skimpy bath towel, I stared up at Big Nancy, the Dyke. From the floor, this brunette amazon looked to be twelve feet tall. She towered over us, smiled and slapped a huge rubber dildo into the palm of her hand. Nervously, I tried to get Debbie's arm out of me, with little success. She was noticeably distracted and enamored with Nancy's dildo. "Why, I had no idea you two ladies were...gay?" Said the striking amazon, as she undid the buttons on her tight fitting frock. "We're NOT gay!" We were just..." I started then stopped, in awe of her exposed body. For a large woman in her forties, her tanned body was perfectly toned and well proportioned, except for her unusually large bosom. Standing tall in her black thong bikini and matching lace bra, she was truly a goddess! "You two were just... experimenting? Is that it?" She offered, and dropped the white frock. Debbie and I were speechless, as we watched Nancy slowly pull her thong down her long legs to expose a neatly trimmed pussy. Looking like some frozen erotic sculpture, Debbie and I were captivated by her presence. She knelt down facing the two of us, with her knees almost touching my head. Staring straight up at her, my view of her face was entirely obstructed by her enormous rack covered with (what had to be) an industrial strength bra. "I suppose it's OK to experiment. I still find new things that turn me on, don't you? She asked, peering down at me. We watched mesmerized, as she took the huge dildo and slid it between her thighs. Running it back and forth against her pussy, she wet the entire twelve or fourteen inches of it. The feminine scent of her juices cut through the chlorine smell and filled the air. "For instance, would you have ever guessed that each woman tastes different? Bet you didn't know that, did you?" Asked Nancy, directing the question at Debbie. A dumb struck, smiling Debbie simply shook her head. Only when Nancy brushed Debbie's lips with the saturated dong did she open her mouth for a nice long lick of the amazon's fresh juices. "See now, doesn't mine taste different than your girlfriend?" Debbie nodded and licked her lips. "Hey, I'm NOT her girlfriend!" I interrupted. "Oh that's right. I forgot. You two are just... experimenting," she repeated and motioned for Debbie to pull her arm out of my pussy. My whole body tensed and then tingled as she pulled it out. It tightened and tingled again when Nancy parted my freshly shaven pussy lips with the head of her giant dildo. "Since you two are into experimenting, let's try this." She said, leaning over me. "NO, NO! It's too..." I screamed. "It's too much like a real cock?" She asked. "No. It's too big! I've never..." "Never say never, Honey. Just think of it as one of your experiments," she whispered and screwed the huge cock head past my expanding lips. "Oh God! How thick is that sucker?" I shuddered as it pushed against my vaginal wall. "About six inches, I think. Starting to feel good isn't it?" She asked. I spread my legs apart to their fullest, leaned up and glanced down to see the shaft was about half way inside of me. "Oooh, that's nice RIGHT THERE! Hmmm yes, oh yeah! Could you can fuck me with it, please?" I begged. "No. I don't think so. You'll just make believe it's a man fucking you," she demanded and sat back on her heels. I craned my head backwards to see her face, "So what?" "So, I think you should feel what it's like to fuck a woman. Your FRIEND here can fuck you with it, if you like?" She added defiantly. "Now when you say a woman, you mean a lesbian -right? I could never make love to a lesbian!" I said, shaking my head. "That's funny! You just let one put a big play toy in your pussy. What about that?" She admitted. She lay down on her side uncomfortably close to me and propped her head up. Her weathered face seemed so out of place on such a stunning body. She tossed back her long black hair and smiled confidently. Her smile made her much less threatening and I tried to make my body relax. Considering the huge tool inserted in me, it wasn't an easy task. Debbie started sliding it, ever so gently, in and out of my pussy. But never further that midway point -she knew me all too well. Dam her! "You're a lesbian? Why... I had no idea!" I lied, and winced in delight. Debbie had reached my 'perfect spot'. "Oh, you did too! Everybody knows 'Big Nancy The Dyke', she sadly smiled. Staring into her dark moist eyes, I felt a certain level of compassion run through me. "Sounds like you're not crazy about that title?" I gathered, and tried to fight through the pure pleasure Debbie was administering. "Oh, I admit to being a lesbian, although 'Dyke' carries such a negative connotation. And, the 'big' part -well, there's not much I can do about that, is there?" She blushed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I guess your rather big, err, I mean large. But, God you've got such an incredibly attractive body! You surely can't have any trouble getting mmm, a PARTNER?" I corrected myself, then blushed. "You were going to say men, right? That's OK. I do seem to be blessed with an abundance of what some men like. Too bad I'm just not turned on by them; it would be so much easier," Nancy remarked, and glanced down approvingly at Debbie. The huge dong was having its desired effect. I was wet as can be and Nancy's provocative tone made it even harder to resist my encroaching orgasm. Her eyes drew me in deeper, and I barely blinked when she softly pulled the towel from my chest. "Oooh, I see you've been blessed with a nice healthy rack too! D-cups, right? "Yes! But, how do you kn--?" "Oh Baby, when you have to shop and Tent & Awning for bras, you get a good idea of sizes," she smirked. That made Deb and I laugh, which cleared the sexual tension, if only for the moment. Nancy took advantage of our laughter and casually moved her hand to my naked breast. As our laughter waned, she overtly fondled it and toyed with my hard nipple. Embarrassed, my hand came up to take hers away. Her larger hand tightened its hold, at the same time Debbie stepped up her pace with the dildo. My hand stopped on hers and slid down her forearm, as my head fell back to the tiled floor. Debbie's strokes became longer and faster. Nancy's hand shifted to my other boob and I subconsciously or consciously pulled her elbow to fondle me more. I had a sweet orgasm right there. "Ummmm. So, how does it feel to have a real lesbian touch you?" I heard her whisper in my ear. "That feels good!" I responded and a vision of my husband fucking me flashed in my brain. "They look so delicious. Mind if I kiss them?" She asked, with her lips at my cheek. "Uummm. I don't know," I teased. Suddenly her hand moved to the first tit and her long wet tongue ran circles around my nipple. She did the same to my other boob and then opened her mouth to take it in. Her mouth was so large; she sucked as much of it in as any man ever had. I moaned. She moaned. Debbie cooed and pumped. I felt her other hand on my cheek. She ran her long fingers through my hair and held the back of my head. Tilting my head up slightly with her strong hand, she stopped sucking. I heard Debbie quietly say my name. "Open your eyes. Barb, is it? And keep them open! I don't want any male fucking fantasies going on here, OK?" "Yes. Yes, Nancy. I promise! Just keep sucking my tits, PLEASE?" I begged, feeling myself about to peak again. "No... no, I don't think so. There's plenty of time for that later. I've been ignoring your girlfriend here, and that's not very polite of me. Is it?" "But, she's not my... NEVER MIND!" I said, discouraged. Evidently, Debbie was more than willing to accommodate our new friend. She released the dildo, lay back on her elbows and spread her legs wide open. Like an oversized panther in heat, Nancy shifted on her knees and leaned over me to get to Debbie. Without a word, Nancy went right to work on Debbie's pussy. She tongue-fucked and sucked her like they'd known each other for years. Was Debbie really a latent lesbian -I wondered? She definitely had tendencies. I have to admit to a degree of jealousy, watching Nancy eating her out. It was getting pretty heated between them, and I was more or less trapped under the big lesbian. Petite Debbie wrapped her short legs around Nancy's neck and moaned to high heaven. Nancy must have been quite turned on too. She tried reaching behind her back as she knelt, obviously trying to unhook her giant bra. Bent over, as she was, her long arm still couldn't reach the clasp. From my position under her, I could easily unhook it. I figured it was the least I could do to help. The massive bra fell fast from the pressure. The pressure of two of the biggest boulders I've ever seen! I mean these suckers were BIG! Even from the side, feeling them graze my tummy, she made Debbie look like Twiggy and me look like... like NORMAL! She reached back between them to finger her pussy, which made one of them billow out from the side. I found myself unable to contain my need to touch it (solely for scientific purposes). I reached up with one hand and felt the awesome weight of it. Reaching up with both hands, I reckoned it was dam near the size of a volleyball. I was amazed. She was surprised by my touch and let out a deep moan into Debbie's cunt. I was about to let go of her, when she brought her pussy-soaked hand up to my hands. Nancy wasn't just damp, she was dripping. Her big paw smashed against my two smaller hands and instantly coated them with her juices. I could have slipped them away from her tit at that point, but there was something intriguing about how her hand seemed to be teaching mine how she wanted it fondled. I was a quick learner. My saturated hands went to work kneading, tugging, pulling and teasing the one giant tit I could reach. Debbie had already cum once and was building up to another climax. Nancy's 'teaching' hand fell to my shoulder, then made its way up to caress my face. I was astounded by the sensitive tender touch of this big woman. The new sweet smell of her was so enticing. Her lingering fingers soothed my cheek and I turned my face toward them. By chance, they brushed my lips. My mouth opened, as if I was in an erotic dream. My tongue leaped out and licked a still wet finger. I had tasted myself before and even Debbie, just for the fun of it. This was so different. More robust a flavor, but not all distasteful. Her hand stopped dead in its tracks. Now I knew she was surprised. Even more surprised, when I took two of her fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean. I did the same with her other two fingers and then her thumb. She took her hand away from me reluctantly, to brace herself up with both hands and finish off Debbie. I kept massaging Nancy's tit, as Debbie's muffled screams bounced off the tile walls. Debbie unlocked her legs, lowered her tired pelvis and they kissed. Nancy knelt back on her heels, brushed back her sweaty hair and let out a big sigh. With her breast now on full display, she really did resemble a super-woman or some fantasy heroine. The taste of her was still in my mouth, as I reached down and slowly pulled out her prized dildo. "What are you doing, Honey? I thought you were enjoying yourself? Why did you take it out?" Nancy asked. "I AM enjoying myself. Besides, we can get back to that later," I said, in a sexy demonstrative voice. I watched Debbie's eyes widen as she took in the sight of Nancy's huge globes. Her face turned back to mine with a big shit-eating grin. I returned her smile, nodded and the two of us crawled over next to Nancy. With Nancy between us, we ran our hands over her shoulders and down her arms. We each cupped one of her mountains with both hands and sucked her nipples. "Now girls, you wouldn't be messin' with me, would you? Remember, I'm passed the experimental stage," she said, trying to ignore our seduction. I stopped sucking and tiny-kissed my way up her chest. Running my fingers through her wet hair, I stuck my tongue in her ear. She let out a moan and my other hand found its way down passed her flat tummy to her pussy. Debbie's hand was already there hard at work on her clitoris. "I have to admit something Nancy. I got jealous when I watched you doing my girlfriend." I whispered and licked her ear again. "You mean, when I ate her pussy?" She asked turning her face to me. "Yes." I replied, sheepishly. "Why can't you just say it?" She said quietly, then moved her lips against mine. "Say it..." I traced the inside of her lips with my tongue. Sex In The Spa "Don't be afraid -just say it," she whispered and opened her mouth to meet mine. The passion of our kiss was much more than I ever expected. I sucked in her long tongue and tasted Debbie's pussy. She must have tasted herself in my mouth. It was all so erotic and sensual. The spit oozed from the corners of my mouth, as I pulled away. "God Nancy I want you to eat my pussy. I want to fuck you, or make love to you... I don't care! Tell me what to do! I want you sooo bad!" I was almost in tears with frustration coupled with desire. "OK ladies. Go ahead and have your wicked way with me. I'm all yours," she said and lay down. I took advantage of her invitation and crawled over her body into a 69. Getting her to eat me out with that long tongue was a priority. Immediately, I started eating out her pussy. Pleasantly, she returned the favor. Within a matter of minutes she gave me an orgasm with that long thick tongue of hers. I lifted my face up from her pussy and screamed with pure delight, as my juices flowed. When I went back down to finish doing her, Debbie had inserted the huge dildo and was reaming it back and forth inside her cunt. From one end of the long rubber fucker to the other, she easily had taken it all in and I felt her body shake underneath mine. My hand joined Debbie's at the base of the tool and helped shove it in deeper. Stretching myself out on her long torso, I took her clit in my mouth. I sucked on her sizeable ball, while Debbie went down below to lick and tongue her asshole. Nancy was on fire and had one solid climax that must have lasted a good five minutes. Whenever we felt her coming back down, we shifted into high gear again and again. "Please, PLEASE stop now girls or I'll just burst!" She pleaded, trying to catch her breath. Debbie and I stopped, extracted the pussy drenched dildo and met back at her face for more intimate kisses. We continued to toy with her tits and stroke her pussy. "GOD DAM! I've never been fucked like that before! Are you SURE you two aren't bi?" Debbie and I looked at each other and giggled, "I'm not too sure about anything now!" I decided, and ran three of my fingers inside her pussy. "Barb, if you don't stop that now, I... I'll just end up begging for more. Please?" She panted. "Please what?" I teased, and rubbed her clit with my palm. "Please..." She had a craving to her voice. "Nancy, tell me what you want, Baby," I whispered, and watched her pelvis rise and fall with wanton desire. "Oh Barb. Do me like Debbie did you before," she begged and reached down to pull her lips wide open. Of course I knew what she wanted. I just wasn't sure I could go that far. Would that mean I REALLY was bi-sexual? As it was, I had little time to decide, as her pussy pushed harder and harder against my saturated hand. All I would have to do is lower my thumb. One simple move, but I couldn't bring myself to cross that imaginary threshold from straight into (what I've always considered) the unnatural world of homosexuality. Up until that point, I rationalized my infrequent sexual behavior with women (Debbie in particular) as meaningless erotic play. Play that was in the form of teasing and taunting each other, while our men were away, or while the men watched. That's not to say that Debbie's come-ons didn't arouse me. But, up until now they were a precursor or foreplay to having sex with a man. This was quite different. I might have been subconsciously attracted to Debbie; with Nancy, this was a conscious attraction. I was actually lusting for another woman. My head was swimming with mixed emotions, trying to deal with the dilemma. Debbie stopped her massive tit sucking, glanced up at Nancy's pained expression, then down at my hand. In her mind, there was no question. Her eyes fixed on mine, as she slowly turned my thumb and instantly my fist entered her pussy. "Give her what she needs, Barb. You know how good it feels, don't you?" Said Debbie, with a wink. I knew then, it was the only right thing to do. If I hadn't been so turned on, it would have seemed like a clinical procedure. However, I was turned on and running my hand deeper inside only made me hornier. Her tender vaginal walls constricted around my hand and forearm, as she thrust herself on me. My forearm was halfway inside her, when out of the blue, she jerked her knees up and turned herself over. She raised up on her hands and knees into the doggy position, which made me rise to my knees or loose my arm. Her huge tits swung like oversized pendulums banging together, as she went into full fucking mode. Her noticeable reactions to my every move empowered me, much the same way I felt when fucking a man. That overwhelming need to pleasure my partner soon erased any skepticism. Reaching between her legs, my other hand went to clit. Debbie noticed my change of heart, and reacted with a sense of pride in her eyes. She gave me a true lover's kiss, followed by an all-knowing stare. She lowered her face to Nancy's moving butt and began licking her asshole. Before long, Nancy's rectum was fully lubricated with Debbie's saliva. Everything about Nancy was extra sized, even her asshole. Starting first with her two thin fingers, Debbie easily pushed them into her puckered hole. Nancy squealed with delight and reached back to pull her ass cheeks open further. "Oooh Baby! I love getting it in the ass. More, Baby MORE!" She grunted. If Nancy had only known Debbie as I do, she would have known that Debbie needs very little encouragement. Now it was four fingers reaming her ass. "Ummmm, that's it! More, MORE!" Yelled Nancy, impatiently. "Give it to her, girl! She wants it ALL! Do it," I whispered intently, and shoved my arm in deeper. My fist finally found the end of her, with my arm inserted past the elbow. Debbie formed her hand into an arrow. I watched, with a sense of diabolical pleasure as her entire hand twisted and turned, until it entered the puckered hole. It was the first time I was able to witness Debbie's technique, up close and personal. My juices flowed anew, as she buried her wrist into the amazon's expanding rectum. I flexed my bicep muscle repeatedly and pinched her clit, while Debbie twisted and thrust more of her arm into her. Nancy's huge body shook and thrashed in an involuntary seizure of obvious pain. "OH GOD - OH GOD - NO - NO MORE! I can't stand it! OH GODDD!" She pleaded. Once the tremors subsided, her body seemed to adjust. That's when pleasure took over and she had at least three earth-shaking orgasms that I'll never forget. Her sensitivity was at such a heightened level, she had two more climaxes on the way down. The three of us kissed and cuddled with the affection of long time lovers. Two beautiful women had pleasured me like no man has before or since. And, I had given myself entirely to both of them, without pretense or reservation. In the process, I had attained a plateau of femininity that I never imagined existed. In that moment of solemn self-awareness and fullness, I knew that any future sexual episodes with women would be measured by that one shining epiphany. I will never loose my love for having balls-to-the-wall sex with a man, but I can no longer deny my lust for other women. Simply put, I will never be the same again. Debbie and I exchanged numbers with Nancy and scheduled another appointment for the following month. It was late in the afternoon, when it dawned on Debbie that she still had an errand to run for her husband. We left the spa feeling like a million bucks, jumped in Debbie's care and headed for the jobsite. Continued with "The Security Room Gangbang". Sex in the Stacks 5:00 p.m. The library is completely empty. Brynn flicked the light switches down and the whole place seemed bathed in silence and dim light coming in from the windows. She walked back to the desk and opened up the time keeper software and clocked herself out for the day. Paul, who had been locking the front doors, was suddenly behind her. Her heart skipped a beat, he was so close that she could feel his body heat on her back, she could smell him. For all of his quiet and bookish demeanor the smell of him was still very male and primal. She slowly turned around to face him instead of stepping aside to let him have full access to the computer. She looked up at his face, and he looked down at her, the same desire reflected on both of their countenances. He leaned forward and she had to step back until she bumped into the desk. He put his hand down on the desk behind her; she was trapped between his arms, him, and the desk. He put one hand on the mouse and clicked the button on the software to clock out. Then he stepped back but clasped his arms around her pulling her up with him and close to him. She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck pulling his head down to her. Their lips met and they each tasted the sweetness of the other for one long moment. She pulled back for a second, her bright blue eyes looking deeply into his gray ones; she thought she could see his entire being through them. Finally she broke her gaze and went in for another kiss, and the gasoline that had been pouring over them since they met ignited. Then there were long frenzied moments of licking, biting, sucking, and an occasional break for simple sweet kisses. Her hands touched his face, savoring his stubbled chin and fine features. She ran her hands through and lightly tugged at his shaggy soft hair. She was tiny and light and fast as she kissed down his neck, like a sexy hummingbird. He cupped her ass in his hands and pressed her to him almost as though he would press her into him and make her part of his own body. When he could stand it no more he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his torso. He walked her over to the "New Periodicals" shelf that was out of the line of sight of the glass doors, and was only about waist height. Never once did she stop kissing him on the short bouncy journey. He swept the few remaining information literacy and chemistry journal reviews pamphlets off the top of the bookcase and set her on the top of it. His crotch was now directly level with hers and the thought that it was only clothing separating them brought him from half to full mast. He nibbled on her ear, breathing heavily. Now she was moaning softly. He bit gently down her neck and the moans got louder. He gently massaged her breasts with one hand while holding her against him with the other, and her hands tangled in his hair again, pulling at it gently. She guided him away from her softly, using his hair, and then brought her hands down to her waist, grasped the edges of her black dress shirt and pulled it over her head. Then in one deft movement she removed her black satin bra. She let her clothes drop to the floor then brought her hands to her pale neck, almost if this move was too bold and she had to hide herself again. He moved her hands away and licked a long line down her neck then gently blew on it. The sensation made her nipples tighten, goosebumps appear, and sent pleasant chills through her body. She sighed as he continued licking and kissing his way down her breasts. They were smallish but full, perfect for her. He spent copious amounts of time on each breast, marveling at their softness. He rolled her nipples softly between his teeth drawing sharp intakes of breath from her. Finally he cupped both hands around her shapely ass and pulled it to the very edge of the bookshelf. She leaned back putting both hands behind her as he bent down further and worked her underwear off while leaving her skirt on. He got the tiny lace boycut briefs down the ankle and she kicked them off with a practiced flair. He rolled the skirt up her legs just enough so that he could separate them and have room to maneuver his mouth around her clit; which he did with copious amounts of skill. He used a combination of suction and varied paces and pressures of licking, building heat that started at her feet and worked their way up, engulfing her in heightened tingly waves of pleasure. . He caressed her legs, stroking up and down the calves and on her inner and outer thighs, adding to the pressure that wasn't just building in her clit, but through her entire body. She spread her legs further apart to accommodate him and her mounting orgasm. "Faster," she breathed, "Harder." And he complied. Her legs bucked as she reached the glimmering and elusive peak of orgasm. She gripped the edges of the bookshelf and rode the tsunami of crashing pleasure that his mouth had wrought. Release. He moved with her, licking with tenacity until the very end of her orgasm, and as the waves subsided his tongue movements against her grew softer until she put her hands under his chin. She tilted his head up towards her and leaned down to kiss him. Then Brynn whispered, as if someone was around to hear, "Your turn." He shook his head at her and pointed to the clock above their heads. "We don't have time. The custodial staff will be here in the next half hour and I want to have all the time in the world to enjoy you." She blushed. Nodded her assent. He picked her up from the shelf and set her carefully down on the floor. "Soon," Paul said and helped her gather her wayward garments.