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The Story of D Ch. 01

By: Paris Waterman



Dear Diary: Wednesday

Ruminating... just ruminating....

My roomie Julie, and Doris from two doors down both made comments about my dancing today. 

"Yeah,  I am an amazing dancer! You doubt me? Well, I CAN move and I know all the hot steps and tricks... but I love slow dancing the best. Although... I've never done that with a woman.... 

Ha, ha, ha, I don't even know if lesbians do that; although why wouldn't they? 

But I've rubbed guys to orgasm without using my hand − just my thigh, leg and um, groin. 

Ummm, when I realized how hard I was making that first guy −it just turned me on so − and I talked him right through his orgasm, I even begged him to come in his pants for me. 

The other girls thought I was crazy, but he was silly enough to do it. The next guy was even easier. Just two slow dances. 

Let's see... what else? I also love Karaoke, (even though I can't sing) erotic movies like The Dreamers, great books, good beer, making people laugh, picnics, and my adorable baby cousins.

Oh, I met the shyest girl today. Her name is Danielle, she's a gorgeous blond, and she towers over me! We talked "girl talk" while we worked together in the Bio lab. When I told Julie about her this evening, she shocked me by suggesting that I seduce her. But after listening to Julie's reasons and ways that I might accomplish this, I started to give it some serious thought. My guess is there will be more about darling Danielle later on. 

Dear Diary: Friday

Persuaded Danielle into having a beer with me after class. We talked about guys, what else? She doesn't have a boyfriend. I find this incredible. I laughed and she grinned nervously. Realizing my mistake, I suggested writing up a preemptory dissed and pissed list of the guys we'd known, which is something Doris, Meg and I customarily do for each other after we've been dumped. 

Julie 's never been dumped; she does the dumping. That way the dumpee sees the dumper's lousiness cataloged in black and white. Danielle started to cry. Mentally, I kicked myself and grabbed Danielle's hand as I offered my sincerest apologies for hurting her feelings. 

That's when she began to open up to me. It turns out there is NO HISTORY of BF's. Except for a short termed twelve-year old puppy love romance with a kid named Timothy nothing resembling love has ever crossed her path. My confidence in Julie's knowing almost everything about everything soared.

Like a hawk in the noon day sun, I circle above my prey, waiting to pounce. 

Eventually, Danielle stopped crying. I asked her to look out the window (dozens of guys were walking, running and biking past us) and to point out the right type guy for her. 

We must have finished two more beers before she was able to find a Mr. Right type. I knew him from a class we shared and filed that vital info away for future use.

Danielle . . . Danielle . . . Danielle.

I wasn't too hard to get Danielle over to my apartment. Julie was out with some new beau and planned on spending the night with him, so I was free to make mischief.  

We sat and talked for hours about growing up. Danielle was so innocent, while I added spice to each of my stories, laughing giddily whenever she blushed, which was often. 

Stories like how James claimed Cynthia and I had his house key hidden on us. This was back when Cynthia and I were best friend ever. I haven't heard from her in over a year though. James was starting his first semester at the local community college. Haven't heard from him either.

The way it went was he pretended one of us had taken his house key and searched us in turn, putting his hands in our shirt pockets and then into each pocket of our jeans. Fondling us and getting us hotter than we'd ever been before.

Then, it was our turn. We would call him a liar and search him in turn, probing his pockets and feeling his turgid erection for an hour or more.

He'd go home with what he told us was 'blue balls,' until he finally protested and confessed Cynthia and I were tormenting him. We didn't want that, so we found a darker, more secluded place from which to fool around. From there it was only a matter of time before we started shedding our clothing.

Danielle was shocked about such goings on. "Nice girls don't do those things," she protested.

"The hell they don't," I snorted, laughing and giggling until she joined me and I hugged her for the first time.

"For a solid week, until my mother caught us, we fucked and sucked each other all day long."

"You girls did those things to each other?" She said, her hand over her mouth as if to quell the words from coming forth.

"Sure." I said, touching her elbow lightly.

"But why?"

"For one thing, once we got our clothes off, and James showed us his dick. We were very excited."

"But... you and Cynthia?"

"Understand this, while James was prolific, he wasn't Superman. For example, he fucked me, then Cynthia; we rested and then I took him in my mouth, and then Cynthia had her opportunity. Now he'd gone off four times in a row and was unable to get it up. We were still hotter than a pistol and, well give the devil his due, it was James who had the idea about me going down on Cynthia. 

It wasn't long before I just put my pussy in her face and let her take care of me. So, truth be told we loved it. Once my mother caught us, it was only James who was punished; my mother called the police, but we were all old enough, so she confronted his father. James got a horrific beating from him. We were only scolded and continued eating each other until Cynthia went off to college in Boston."

"My God, I never...."

"Danielle, people like sex. It's a wonderful thing, not just for making babies, but for having... well, the best times possible. Haven't you ever wondered why everyone wants to get laid?"

"Well, I... um, never thought it through I guess."

I offered her a glass of white wine, which she accepted. This was followed by an offer of some salty popcorn. The second glass of wine was poured shortly thereafter. My seduction was on track.

She told me stories too, of her favorite tunes and dance recitals and the flowery bouquets that followed. Giggling, over her third glass of wine, she began to open up, confiding to me the first time she realized a man was watching her, and how giddy it made her feel. And how hot she got the first time a boy touched her breast. She was quick to point out it was accidentally, of course.

We compared crushes on rock stars, and I decided to push her a little and told her about having crushes on girls a year or two older while a freshman in High School.

She giggled at that and I refilled her glass.

I found myself gazing at her as we talked, memorizing her facial features and expressions, imagining the way my fingers might trace the bridge of her nose, or lightly brush the hollow of her eyelids. And inhaled the delicate scent of her hair, and wondered what underwear she was wearing. 

Day passed into evening that way, we sat and talked without realizing that the sun had gone down and we'd yet to put on any lights, it was getting darker by the minute. Danielle yawned, covering her mouth. I moved close and pressed my nose against her shoulder.

"Close your eyes and take a nap. I'll stay right here next to you," I said, putting my arm around her shoulder. This moved my mouth next to her ear, which I kissed.

"Ummm," she sighed, and closed her eyes and dozed off about 7pm.

Now, Danielle had already told me she didn't go out with guys a lot, because the right type of guy never asked her out. Oh, she had plenty of jerks hit on her, but no one she felt was worth her time. 

Just then I recalled the name of the guy she had pointed out earlier. It was Neil, and I made it a point to hit on him the following afternoon; I was even devious enough to invite him over to my place around nine that night.

But for the moment I was still working on Danielle, gently massaging her neck and shoulders. Dreamily, she murmured, "That's so nice," and smiled, never opening her eyes. After a little of this I whispered into her ear, "Imagine I'm that guy you craved earlier." 

She laughed, and slurring her words a little said, "But who is he? I mean, he's just a guy passing by your window."

"Not so, my sweet. His name is Neil and he's in one of my classes."

"Neil, you actually know this... Neil guy?"

"I do. Want me to fix you up with him?"

"NO! I can't... you better not...."

But her actions spoke louder than words. Putting a name to the face and body she'd seen triggered something in her. My guess is the wine helped too. Ha Ha. But that ws far as we went that night. However the following night i plied Danelle with wine as soon as she settled in, and found her very responsive.

"Are you getting warm," I asked.

"Yes, um, actually I am. In fact, I kinda hot."

"Maybe," I whispered in her ear, "We should do something about that." 

With one hand gently working the muscles of her neck, I reached over and toyed with the buttons of Danielle's blouse. After the third button was undone, she pushed my hand away, and it ended up in her lap. Looking in the mirror at myself, I saw I was pouting.

"Don't make me stop," I said.

"I'm hot," she whined.

"Here, let me loosen your skirt," and my hand found the zipper and opened her skirt before she could protest. "Now lift up and I'll pull this off and you'll be nice and cool."

To my amazement, Danielle complied, and in seconds I was viewing thighs and legs adorned only by Victoria Secret's flimsiest thong panties.

"Wow, I'm impressed," I said softly.

"What?"

"Your panties are beautiful."

"Oh, yes," she said laconically, "I treated myself at Victoria's. Don't you have something like them?"

Recognizing a cue when I hear one, I stood and removed my jeans. I had my Victoria's on, but not the thongs.

"I have something like that too," Danielle said with a hazy smile, and vaguely pointing at them.

"But I don't have any like those you're wearing," I said tracing my finger along the panty-line high up on her thigh.

"Stop," she said.

"But, you said you were warm?

"Don't," Danielle said sharply, removing my hand from her lap, and pulling away from me. "You mustn't do such things. They're indecent."

I sat back, pulling my knees up to my chest. If Danielle looked at me a certain way, she could make out the outline of my cunt through my panties. But she didn't.

"I remember what you said before," she said, her cheeks coloring.

Now it was my turn to be puzzled, "What?"

"About having crushes on girls."

"I don't have crushes on girls anymore, Danielle."

"You don't?" 

"No." And as she looked at me, I seized her shoulders and pressed my mouth to hers. It was a quick kiss that was over almost before it began.

"Rachel," She gasped.

"Please Danielle, we can't."

"Rachel, it's wrong.... What did you say?"

"I said we can't, I want to, sure. I want to hold you and kiss so badly it hurts, but I can't. Not with you, I just can't, it's wrong."

"Why?" a confused Danielle had to ask.

I kissed her neck then, and she turned her head to look at me, and I kissed her mouth, savoring the taste of her, Danielle's eyes were closed, and she didn't move, but trembled slightly. I continued the kiss, delighting in the enthusiasm of her little tongue as it licked at my lips, my teeth, and of course, my own tongue. 

Danielle clenched her hands into little fists, but didn't break away. Then she was stroking my cheek and nibbling at my lower lip.

"You're really wonderful you know," she said smiling.

"Now, now," I murmured, shifting myself so that my groin pressed against the small of her back, and her lips brushed my cheek as I felt for her hand, and she tried to kiss me again. 

"You're so hot," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "So soft." She leaned forward and kissed me gently, on the lips.

"You too," I replied as my hand brushed her bare thigh. Danielle said nothing, but kept stroking my cheek. Slowly, deliberately, I slipped my hand along her skin, to her mons, "Please," I asked.

Danielle shifted her weight and my fingers progressed to her pussy. I could see the pale golden thatch of Danielle's sex. 

Danielle said nothing. Then, "I've never," she moaned.

"It's okay," I whispered into her ear.

"I don't care anymore, I love you Rachel."

My hand darted inside her blouse and caressed a breast capped by the flimsiest of bras. 

"My titties," breathed Danielle, "Please . . . kiss them." 

And I licked and kissed my way down from her ear to breast, kissing one, licking the skin along its slope, stroking the curve of it with one hand, reaching out with my tongue to take the nipple into my mouth, savoring it. Danielle shivered, then gasped, as I squeezed her nipple between my teeth.

"Oh, Rachel," she said. 

I bit harder.

"Ow!" she groaned.

My hand gently stoked the top of her mons.

"Ohh," she said, "it feels so good when you touch me there." 

And, with that, she lunged forward and kissed me, gripping my arms as we toppled backwards, with me on top. Danielle did nothing but just held me, raining sloppy wet kisses on my face. 

"Rachel?" 

"Yes?"

"Do you love me?"

"Oh, yes Danielle. I love you so very much it hurts me here," and I pointed to my cunt.

"Please kiss me again," she said plaintedly.

And I did. I licked her lips, then sucked softly on them. Her mouth opened and our tongues played joyously. She whimpered as I brought her legs up, so I could rub my cunt against hers. We fell into a fierce embrace as our kiss went on and on. 

I began to rub against her through our underwear. I grabbed her hips, feeling her sharp bones against my palms. I felt the hard tips of her nipples against my mine as I sucked on her neck, leaving my love marks for her to ponder over the next day. Of course, I continued to grind my pelvis against her crotch.

Her eyes were closed, lost in the moment. She began to breathe faster, building each time I ground against her. There was a muffled groan, and she threw her head back against the pillow. 

I thought I had hurt her and stopped, then realized with some amusement that her legs had lifted up and were pulling me harder against her.

"Rachel," cried Danielle, "Help me! Help me," she cried waving her hands helplessly in the air. Rachel, take your clothes off, you must be dying of the heat."

I propped myself up on my elbows and smiled at her. 

"You must take them off. You must! I want to feel your skin against me." She blubbered.

"We should stop this," I said, being both cruel and devious at the same time.

"No!" Danielle shouted, and she tore my shirt open, pushed my bra up and began to suckle my breast.

My god! It was like having a baby draw on my nipple. It was enthralling.

I wriggled out of my shirt and bra as her sucking grew rougher. Then reached round and unhooked her bra and caressed her small breasts. They came straight out from the bottom and sloped back at the top. They appeared to be cone-shaped, longer than they were round. Her nipples, small brown buds, were perfectly sized for her breasts. Her whole breast fit in my mouth and I savored the tight, firm flesh pressing the tip of her nipple against the roof of my mouth. 

I thought she would faint from the way she groaned at my touch. Her head was thrown back, mouth open, gasping for air.

Switching tactics, I kissed her ear. My tongue flicked out and disappeared into its recesses, then moved out along the edge, then back in, as I began a slow tongue fuck of her ear and whispered words of love to her.

"My titties," Danielle moaned hoarsely, "Kiss them again, please." 

I obliged her, kissing and licking my way from her ear to her left breast, reveling in the texture along its slope, stroking the curve of it with one hand, finally reaching out with my tongue to take the nipple in my mouth, savoring it. I toyed with them, pushing them together and tugging gently on them, popping them in and out of my mouth, stretching a nipple out and pulling it from side to side. Danielle shivered, then gasped, as I squeezed her nipple between her lips and then bit hard.

"Ow!"

"Oh, did that hurt?"

"Yes."

"Should I stop?"

"Oh, mercy no. It hurts, but it feels deliriously good. Go on, do it some more."

I took her other nipple and squeezed it hard and bit down just as hard.

"Oh, oh, oh, ooooh," she moaned.

Then feeling the moment was right, I slipped my hand between her legs and finding her dampened panties, pressed a finger against her slit.

Immediately Danielle arched her back, presenting her cunt to me to do with as I wanted. I wasted no time sliding my hand under her thong and into her undulating, golden nest.

"Oh, that's soooo good. Soooo good, I can't believe.... "

"Shhh," I said, and kissed her continuing to tease her nipples while maneuvering a finger into her wetness.

I whispered into her ear, "Imagine I'm Neil." She began to cry.

"Why are you crying dearest?"

"Because," she sniffed, "It's you I love. He doesn't know I exist. I'll never know what it's like to be with him. But I love this, you know... with you."

"Oh, don't say that. You never know."

"Look at me," Danielle cried, "here in bed with you. Gonna do God knows what next. Now I'm a Lebanese."

I burst out laughing. "No, no, no Danielle. Dear Danielle, no, no. I'm bi-sexual. I love making love to women and men. Especially men, I think their cocks are divine. No, making love with you is . . . good, and you are wonderful at this, for the first time . . . and you are a virgin aren't you my love?"

Sniffling, Danielle nodded yes.

I nuzzled the base of her throat with my lips as she writhed beneath me. Then pinning her arms above her head, I teased her breasts until she was closing in on her first climax. I backed off, leaving her reddened chest huffing and puffing.

My finger remained inside her, but was still. She opened her legs and the heat rose up from her center. My finger pressed in again and she moaned, tossing her head from side to side.

"Do you know the meaning of going down on someone?" I asked.

"Yes. A blowjob," she said knowingly.

"That's when you take a guy in your mouth, going down on a woman is called cunnilingus. Your cunny gets licked, understand?"

"Oh my God! You use your mouth down there?"

"Yes, and it will bring you the greatest of pleasure I promise you. Now I'm going to scoot on down there and prove it to you. Remember, I love you Danielle."

She tensed up and said what I took to be a prayer as I positioned myself between her legs.

"Lift your legs up. No, hold them up. Yes like that."

As my arms embraced the cheeks of her ass, I glanced up and saw her eyes were tightly closed and her lips were trembling.

"This won't hurt Danielle. You'll still be a virgin when we finish, isn't that great?"

"I guess," she muttered apprehensively, but her voice was revealingly husky with arousal as she struggled to open her eyes and speak.

Leaning her head towards me, our eyes met once again. 

"What . . . what are you doing?" She asked as my hand pushed her thong aside, exposing her pussy to me.

"I'm going to eat you out good and proper, that's what I'm going to do."

"Oh, God... I'm gonna die," she moaned and contradicted herself by thrusting her cunt at my face.

I lowered my mouth into the thin cusp of hair above her mons. She said something then; a protest of some sort, her small hands trying to pull my head up, but my tongue had already found her and was furiously lapping at her entrance. Like a blossoming flower, her cunt suddenly yawned and my nostrils filled with the juicy musk of her sexual excitement. 

With my tongue probing her cunt, her pulling hands relaxed against my head, gently massaging my scalp.


The Story of D Ch. 01



I kissed her upper thigh and began yanking her thongs down and off of her firm, nearly hairless legs. Small blue lines were visible on the back of her inner thigh. Now we were both moaning with the fires of wantonness. 

Nuzzling back to her crotch, I spread her lips apart with my thumbs, and examined the pinkish walls while Danielle unconsciously spread her knees further apart. 

I continued to probe, feel, and lick her cunt and more than once heard a sharp intake of breath and felt an involuntary kick against my shoulders as I passed by her most sensitive spot.

Danielle's legs were now almost straight up in the air. Slowly they wrapped around my head and pulled me into her steamy, liquid pussy. Her juices flowed out and over my lips and face.

"Oh, no! Oh, no! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" She wailed as if it were a bad thing.

I stayed in place, sucking down the flowing juices. The room reverberated with the sounds of my slurping, sucking sounds. 

"More, more," Danielle wailed, bucking wildly and tugging my hair. 

"Again, again. Make me go again. Oh, Rachel honey, you do me right. God what a bitchin' tongue.

What a fucking machine." 

It was an urgent non-stop babble, revealing an unslaked, uncontrollable lust that had lain hidden to long. 

"Come for me baby," I whispered.

"Ugh!" She grunted. "Tryin' oh, here I comes! Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooh! Jesus that's good! That's soooo good!"

"Like my licking Baby?" I asked, sweetly. Loving the sounds of her baby talk babbling.

"Oh, my God... I never... in my wildest dreams. Rachel, I've never come like this before. I can't believe how I feel. It's like...."

"So you like getting eaten out huh?"

"God yes!" And she was all over me, kissing my face, clutching at my tits, running her hand through my hair.

"Touch me there, why don't you?" I asked seductively.

"Really?"

"I need to come too you know."

"Ummm, I don't know...."

"Shhh, you will lamb chop, you will. Let me try something else on you, all right?"

"Rachel... anything. Do anything to me. I trust you completely."

"Okay, grab your ankles and hold them up high."

"Yes... Like this?"

"That's fine," I said, slithering beneath her and licked her ass.

"Oh, Jesus! Not there!"

She was tight and my tongue failed to gain entry, so I used my pinky to enter her.

"Oh, oh, oh, Jesus can I be coming already?"

"Uh huh," I gasped, pulling her asshole closer to my mouth.

"God no! That's not right...."

Her hole opened and my tongue penetrated perhaps only a half-inch, but I was in.

In no time at all, Danielle was flying, almost out of her mind with passion and lust.

"Shit!" she screamed. "Oh, shit! Don't, no, not my ass. Oh, please! Oh, God. I don't believe...."

I pushed my face away from her rump and called to her, "Should I stop?"

"Yes! Yes!" She paused for a second. "No, no! Don't! It feels so good. It feels so... fuckin' good."

Then, "Christ! Did I say that?"

I was too busy sucking ass to answer.

"YES! YES! YES! I'm going, I'm going. I'M COMING!"

Laughing crazily, I drove my finger up her rectum and went for her clit with my tongue.

"Which fuckin' direction are ya goin', girl?" I asked, filled with lust and aching to get off myself.

Her belly pulsed and her breathing stopped. Her legs shook over and over and finally, lowered onto the sheets. Danielle had passed out.

I checked the time, it was eight; we had an hour left to us before Neil was to arrive. Eventually, Danielle's eyes fluttered open. She gave me the biggest smile.

"I love you Rachel," she said simply.

"I love you too, Danielle, next time, it's your turn."

"For sure. God, that was so great. You know, I've never done anything like that before. I mean with a woman or a... you know what I mean."

"It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be was it?"

"Bad? It was sheer heaven. Where do we go from here? I mean are we lovers?"

"Yes, we're lovers, but you're still free to meet with guys, or girls for that matter. We can have an open relationship. You see, I do have a significant other, but well... there are no ties, so we can, err, see other people."

"Rachel?"

"Ummm?"

"Can you make me come again?"

"You're horny again?"

"Uh huh."

Seconds later, I had Danielle gasping for breath, hips jerking spasmodically as my index finger roved over her pussy. Her juice spread over her cunt and thighs like honey and the red-hot heat of her inflamed pussy greeted my fingers as they went in, one knuckle at a time. 

Danielle's body swiveled and rolled as she grabbed a pillow and bit into it even as the groans escaped her lips. Danielle shook and her belly flattened as this one tore through her. As she went over the top, I could feel my own passion rising, but held her tightly until her breath settled down and her eyes opened and began to refocus. I kissed her and she returned the kiss. It was delightfully sweet and innocent.

"Did I make you come again Danielle?"

Her half opened eyelids fluttered as she nodded. "More than I expected. How can you...."

"I told you I would."

My tongue traced her inner thigh and slowly worked toward her glistening pussy. 

"Oh!" She exclaimed as it found her wanton hole and began the ever so slow advance and retreat again, only this time, so slow that Danielle couldn't believe how hot she had become. Shaking and trembling, she came again. 

I recall seeing her eyes then, wide open, staring at me as if pleading for me to tell her what was happening. I moved toward her, but her head turned away as my face approached her. No doubt she could smell her scent still on my lips. I kissed her neck, her ears, moving down to place one breast in my mouth, then back to her neck. I could feel my stiffened nipples dragging along her flesh. She did too, trying to look, but she did not know enough to be sure what she was seeing. One arm supported my weight, while my other hand rubbed small circles on her clit. Her head turned from side to side, her eyes closed, as my fingers began to penetrate her almost liquid cunt. I moved them around her opening, feeling the slickness of her cunt helping to lubricate the area. 

This caused Danielle to breathe more urgently, uttering short sighs with each exhalation.

"How can it be like this?" Danielle caressed my face with her soft hand. "How can it be so good?"

Her touch was overpoweringly sexy. "It's good isn't it?" I said, answering her question with a question.

From her light shuddering I could gage Danielle's reaction to my fingers fucking her, my teeth nibbling at her, my tongue relaxing her. Her hips rolled with the motion of my tongue, and she shoved her pussy forward with each insertion of my fingers. Danielle's thrusting became urgent. How long could I keep this up, and when was Neil coming?

Danielle moaned and cried out, "Your tongue . . . it's like a snake wriggling inside me!"

I pulled my face back and challenged her, "Catch it if you can!"

Danielle's pussy made tentative attempts, spasmodically gripping my tongue and surprising the hell out of me. Glancing up I watched as Danielle pulled on a nipple with one hand, stretching it out at least half an inch. Her other hand was massaging her clitoris. My fingers were busy frigging her until Danielle began to shake all over.

I let her calm down, laying kisses from her head to her feet. In fact, while I was sucking on her toes, the doorbell rang.

Danielle freaked out, shouting, "OH MY GOD!" 

"Easy, easy," I said trying to calm her. "I'll see who it is. Just stay here, nobody will come in and see you. Relax." 

Quickly donning a robe, I went to the door to let Neil in.

End Part 1 



The Story of D Ch. 02



"Hi," Neil said, entering the room. He looked like he'd walked straight off an Irish travel poster. Tall and lean, long carrot-red hair, blue eyes and a wonderfully engaging smile. In his arms were five or six books. 

"I'm ready . . ." he started to say, with just a lilt of an Irish brogue in his voice, but his voice quit when he realized how I was dressed. 

I raised my arms and placed them around his neck and gave him a warm, tender, moist kiss, with the tip of my tongue just entering the inside of his mouth. In the process my robe opened. I did nothing about it. 

Neil stammered something about our studying and to shut him up I kissed him again, only longer this time.

As his mouth opened to receive my tongue, the books dropped to the floor. Continuing the kiss, Neil picked me up in his arms and carried me to the couch. My breasts were fully exposed and I think my pussy was too, but I'm not sure. 

He took control and turned the kiss into a passionate wet kiss that made me feel light-headed and seemed to devour my very soul. 

Neil wasted no time in running his hands over my breasts and I knew I'd made the right choice for Danielle. If a guy could give me such a nice, deep Casablanca-style kiss, he'd certainly be familiar with the vicinity of my clitoris.

Neil quickly lowered his slacks and revealed a huge bulge in his yucky, yellow stained jockeys, just as Danielle ventured out of the bedroom and stood silently watching us. I knew she was in shock. She was half dressed, holding her blouse in front of her stomach while wearing a bra that was only looped over her shoulders.

Neil noticed her and covered his crotch.

"What the fuck?" He was really flustered. 

"It's okay Neil," I said calmly and pulled him tight against me.

"Come over here Danielle." I said, willing her towards us with my eyes. 

She remained frozen in place.

I raised my voice, "Get your ass over here, NOW!"

With a look of surprise fixed on her angelic face she drifted toward us until she stood next to us.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you," I said caressing her arm. "You know Neil, right?"

She nodded slowly. It was obvious she couldn't believe what had just happened.

"Neil, you've met Danielle?"

"No... I don't think so." He said pensively. He was staring at my exposed breast.

"You two are in several classes together."

His eyes returned to Danielle. "Oh, yeah. Now I do. I just . . . never saw her this way, you know?"

"Well, lose those shorts will ya, Neil? They might alter the mood, if you know what I mean."

He laughed and blushed at the same time, struggling to free his ankle of the soiled underwear.

I explained what I'd done to the two of them and why, inviting them to leave if they wanted to. 

They stayed. Danielle was my sexual prisoner for the moment, and Neil . . . well, what guy would leave a situation like this?

After persuading Danielle to join us on the couch, I faced her and asked softly if she was going to return the favor to me.

"Err, here? Now?" She seemed a bit shaken up by recent events.

"Haven't I taken you to the stars and back tonight?"

She sighed, "Yes Rachel, but . . ."

"And you haven't even returned the favor."

A thoroughly confused Danielle faltered and said, "But I've never . . ."

"You never what?" 

I was relentless with her. I couldn't lose her now. Not after all I'd managed to get from her thus far.

"And haven't you spent hours telling me you had the hot's for Neil here?"

"What?" Said Neil.

"Shut up, Neil."

"I . . ."

"Tell me your cunt isn't humming right this very minute," I snapped at her.

"I . . ."

"You can't can you?"

Quietly, she replied, "No. No I can't."

"Kiss my pussy Danielle. Kiss it right now," this came out sounding like a threat, and I guess it was.

"But he . . ." Even as she protested, she moved towards me, her hand gripping my thigh.

"Wow," said Neil, moving aside to permit Danielle to get closer to me.

I lifted my leg to the top of the couch, spreading my cunt open for her. I saw that Neil's eyes were riveted on it.

"I . . . I've never . . . "

"I'll give you all the directions you need," my fingers were already busy in the recessed slickness of my hole.

Her shyness began to dissipate as she drew close. Kneeling next to me, she kissed me lightly on my cheek. A breast hung tantalizingly loose from her open blouse because her bra had fallen off on one side. 

Neil stoked himself furiously. He was well endowed, and I gleefully realized that he was my first redhead. Then I forced myself to resume control of the situation.

"Don't jerk off Neil," I scolded, "You're gonna need that hard in a minute."

Danielle hesitated, waiting, then blew into my ear, as I had to her earlier. Her tongue quickly followed, tracing the rim. It was warm and wet. I shivered and said, "Danielle, sweetheart, this is all so new to you."

"Yes," she replied humbly. 

"Neil, you should know Danielle's a virgin."

"Sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph," he exclaimed, and began playing with his testicles, causing me to giggle.

Composing myself, I guided Danielle's face to my lips so I could give her a deep kiss. Playfully, I lightly nipped her lower lip and then sucked her tongue into my mouth, then she joined in the game. As we tasted each other once again, my hand sought and found the silken underside of her teat.

"Sit up Danielle." She did.

"Neil, come here and suck this luscious teat."

Neil knelt next to us and took it from me, thumbing the hardened nipple as if to test its reality, then lowered his mouth to it and bit down softly.

"Mmmm mmm," murmured Danielle, trembling under his touch.

"See," I said, "Neil can make you feel that special way too, only his way is different. They both moaned in agreement.

"Danielle," I whispered, my mouth scant inches from hers, "what have you put up your hole beside your finger?"

"Huh?"

"When you play with yourself?"

"Nothing. Just a finger, and 'course your fingers a few minutes ago."

Neil groaned out loud and drew deeper, sucking most of her breast into his mouth, on hearing such taboo like language between two women.

I pondered Danielle's reply, wondering how she'd failed to find a hairbrush or something fashioned after a penis over the years. I gave up. 

I pulled Neil off her teat and shoved mine in his face, instructing Danielle to remove her clothes. Since she was wearing very little, this proved no problem. When she was nude, Danielle crept back onto the couch and Neil surprised me slipping behind her and going down on her from behind. His nose must have been up her ass as he used his legs against the end of the couch to push himself forward into her before munched happily away. No one seemed concerned that I was being crushed by his actions.

Danielle looked up at me; her face was one of intense concentration, then mild annoyance as Neil nipped her labia. She WAS a little tender there after our earlier session.

"Go to work on me girl," I whispered to her. He needs something too. You'll like it... eventually."

My pussy opened like a flower for her, and Danielle's tongue darted hither and yon gathering up my nectar. She reached up, cupped my teats and kneaded my hard pebbled nipples. I could see Neil's ass wiggling as he continued to eat Danielle out.

"Ummm, please," I whined, "make me come. I need to come."

"Mmmm, sorry," she moaned, "his tongue is like a snake." She shook her head and her hair caressed my stomach.

Danielle pulled her face away from me and stammered, "I'm having tr . . . trouble doing you. I've been c... coming ever since he... he started. Can you get used to c... coming like this?"

"I don't think so. But it's just too good to last, so enjoy them sweetheart."

Her thumb casually circled my clit, flicking it at the end of each circuit. My hips rose quickly with each flick. She was thrusting two fingers into my sopping cunt and driving me crazy.

"Please lick me, oh please . . ." I begged.

Looking up I saw tears of rapture coursing down her face as she stared at me.

"Yes! Yes!" I hissed, "Oh lick it! Ohhhh suck it!" Then Danielle was yelling, "Ohhhh, yesssss! Come for me Rachel, Come for me!"

"Come for me! Yelled Neil, slapping Danielle on the ass.

And I was right there, screaming back at her, "Ohhhh, I'm there! Oh Christ almighty! I'm commmming!"

Danielle's lips pursed, then closed over my swollen clit carefully sucking on it. My hips jerked and thrust forward at her face knocking her lips from their purchase around my bud. 

Startled, she halted her activity.

"Don't stop. Please Danielle, don't stop."

I was wrong about her stopping. She arched her back and screamed as Neil brought her to a tremendous orgasm. She seemed totaled, gasping for breath and quivering as the orgasm sent electrical shocks through her body. But Danielle was special, in a few short seconds she resumed her licking and sucking.

"Oh God, that's so nice." I purred.

"You have no idea how I feel," she whispered to me as she renewed her attack on my shiny pearl. It felt wonderful.

"Please, please. Thank you. Ohhh, God, thank you." I was on the brink of coming again. 

"Eat me, eat me, ohhhh eat me you slutty bitch!" I moaned.

She slammed her face into my cunt and licked and sucked as hard as she could. Then she relaxed as my orgasm came and went, but kept licking and sucking long after my final shudder.

The three of us lay there for a minute or so until Neil groaned and said, "So who's gonna get me off, for Christ's sake?"

My hand moved up and cupped Neil's head. I tickled his ear and drifted over to Danielle's lower back, then down to her ass, pushing it. The second time I did that, I heard a wet smack come from between her legs as her wet pussy lips parted tackily. 

"Danielle wants your cock, Neil. And she wants it now. Are you up to it?" I giggled reaching out and slapping his rock hard penis. 

"Fuck yes," he exclaimed. "Bring her on, we can suck or fuck, I don't care."

"Sit down next to me Neil. Kneel in front of us Danielle."

"Here Danielle," I said trying to keep the lewdness out of my voice, but failing. "This is Neil's cock. You've never touched one before have you?"

"No." Her voice barely audible, as she stared at his prolific erection bobbing in front of her face.

"Go on," I told her, "Take it in your hand." Cautiously, she reached out.

"Careful now," Neil said, amused by our actions. "Don't worry, Danielle, you can squeeze his thing as hard as you like and he'll love it. Just be gentle around his testicles."

"Ummm, okay. Like this?" She gripped his penis firmly in her right hand and squeezed, while her left hand cupped his ass.

"God almighty," Neil groaned. 

"He's in a real bad way sweetheart, here, let me show you what to do." I took him into my mouth and wet the tip, popped him out and licked the underside of his penis as if it were a lollipop. "Now you do it sweetheart." 

Neil was rubbing his cock with one hand, already biting his lip, grimacing from the tension. He reached out and pulled on her head with the other, Danielle let him lean her forward until his cock brushed her lips. Danielle appeared stunned at first, realizing what was happening to her for the first time. Then I saw her shoulders shrug as his cock touched her mouth again. 

"Watch how big it gets Danielle. It's fascinating, isn't it?"

She didn't answer, but stared in wonder at the cock in her hand.

His penis was growing larger as he slowly moved it against her face. Danielle was looking at his cock, then up at his face. 

"That's a good girl," Neil chanted, "That's a good girl. Now open your mouth really wide," he said, rubbing his cock around her lips one time and then guiding her head down onto his erect member.

I watched in awe as Danielle's mouth stretched to accommodate Neil's cock. Then her cheeks were drawn in as she sucked and licked away. It was a highly erotic scene and I left the couch to join her on the floor and began kissing Neil's balls. It afforded me an even better view of Danielle's first blowjob.

Actually, she couldn't fit him all in her mouth, and he began to fuck her mouth by placing both hands on her head moving it back and forth.

"That's a good girl," he crooned, eyes closed. "That's a good girl."

I wet my finger and played with his anus.

"Come on beautiful, just a little deeper," he murmured to her. 

"Yeah, Rachel," he groaned, work that finger in my ass." 

I did.

His hips were starting to sway. At one point Danielle reached up with her small hand and started to hold Neil's cock, but he pushed it away. 

"Just your mouth, sweetheart. No hands, sweetheart, that's a good girl."

She started to wince as he pulled harder on her head pushing her mouth even harder onto his cock. She groaned and started to gag.

"Ease up Neil!" I said forcefully. 

"Oh, sorry," he said releasing her head. Danielle pulled back, and his penis was suddenly in front of my face. I gobbled it up, deep-throating him until I felt him gathering himself to ejaculate. Then I moved away, telling Danielle to ready herself for his sperm.

"He's ready to come, do you want to watch it, or swallow it?"

"Watch."

"Okay, grab his dick and jerk it up and down."

"No, sweetheart, faster."

"Yes, that's it. Ready Neil?" 

"Oh, yeah, somebody suck it a little more."

I grabbed it with both hands and jerked and sucked franticly.

"Unngghh!" 

Hearing that, I pointed his cock at Danielle's face just as he exploded. A perfect shot, directly into her open mouth. Like a deer in the headlights of a truck, she froze and a blast of jizm landed on her forehead, dripping down into one eye. Instinctively, she reached up to wipe her eye, and he came on her forearm. That was too much for me, and I took him in my mouth and sucked him dry.

A semen covered Danielle looked at me for confirmation. She was definitely confused. I stood up and said, "Let me get a towel so we can clean up a little," and sauntered off to the bathroom. When I returned they were into a deep kiss, and his fingers were churning new juices up in her pussy. I dabbed at her face until they broke the kiss. 

We moved to the bedroom. Then I cleaned her thoroughly. Neil required some attention too. When they were spruced up I found myself grinning at his perky cock.

"Will ya look at that," I said happily, flouncing on the mattress. "He's a quick recovery artist." Neil actually blushed.

"Yea, Neil," Danielle chirped. Suddenly she was giggling. "Gonna fill me with that thing? I'm a virgin, but I'm on the verge."

"Really?" he laughed. "Let's see, shall we?" And he flipped her over.

Danielle's buttocks rose up high in anticipation as he readied his cock. Neil smacked her on the ass twice as he got to his knees. 

"Oh!" she squealed, " I like that. Oh, don't spank me daddy, I'll be a good girl," she giggled.

"Don't you mean you'll be a bad girl for daddy and mommy?" I asked.

"Oh? Well, yes. I suppose I'll be a bad girl then, won't I?"

"That's right," Neil added. "You'll be our bad assed bitch, eh?" As he said this he was cupping her marvelous teats from behind and mashing them together before releasing them.

Danielle drew her breath in at this, then sighed. She must have liked this mild form of domination, she appeared somewhat calmer and certainly quieter. Gripping her about the waist, Neil mounted her doggy style, Danielle twisted around, looked at him, then glanced at me, closed her eyes, and moaned, "Do it! Do it!"

Neil spread her legs apart, placed his penis at her entrance and rammed it in. The initial resistance yielded and the wet knob of his prick burst her hymen. All I heard was a slight intake of breath from her as her head snapped back. Neil handled the situation well. Taking his time, he made certain she was well lubed up before he picked up his pace. For this he was promptly rewarded. A different Danielle began to surface.

"C'mon," she gasped, "Bring it on, motherfucker!"

Who was this new Danielle, I wondered, as she hunched over on all fours, face buried in a pillow, crying, "Yes! That's it! Get it in there. Get it all in there," humping her ass back at Neil to counter each thrust of his in her eagerness to achieve rapture once more.

I placed a hand between her legs and roughly masturbated her clit until a relief of sorts swept over her. 

"Ahhh, that's it Rachel! Hit the spot!"

It wasn't long before Neil's ivory hard prick vanished completely into her hole. Danielle's face was suffused with lust and she caught me watching her, gasped deliriously and loosened a torrent of foul language at me too, topping her earlier performance, getting me terribly excited with her vile, verbal barrage.

"Oh you bung-hole lickin' whore!" She actually waved her tongue at me, inviting me to suck it.

"Oh, yesssss!" I groaned, fingering myself, so excited I could only make her out through a blood red haze, and crept closer. They rolled over, Danielle was on her back, legs gripping Neil around the waist. 

He didn't miss a stroke.

"There! Yes right there!" She hissed at Neil.

"Oh fuck me! Oh, Neil! Yes! Fuck that pussy!"

I made my way to her mouth and her tongue savaged me. It was my most violent kiss ever. I tore away and backed up to watch them. 

Neil was hammering his meat into her creamy cunt as she started to come. Her eyes were glazed and I was so hot from watching them I came myself. "Ahhh, lick my cunt! Come on, get nasty you prick!" Danielle raved.

Meanwhile, Neil, pumping frantically to achieve his release, was grunting rhythmically until he started to spurt, shouting, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" 

Long, white ropes of come crisscrossed her breasts as he finished by jerking off while hovering over her.

"Finish me off!" she screamed. And Neil, red-faced from exertion, went down on her. In mere seconds, Danielle's eyes went round. She was propped up on her elbows looking into Neil's face, but she wasn't seeing anything. Then her back arched until just her head and the balls of her feet touched the bed. Her back hit the bed again, and she spasmed in tune with the pulsing of her pussy as he artfully tongued the shit out of her. 

How I envied Danielle those moments.

Neil slowed his tonguing and sucked on her clit as she ran the gamut of spasms accompanying her orgasm. Her eyes closed and her head fell to one side, her gold blonde hair made a pillow on his arm. Finally she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"That was unbelievable," she said in a low tone. "Unbelievable. Rachel?"

"Ummm, baby?"

"Hold me please."

We embraced and in a minute I felt Neil's arms encircling us to. We lay there content for a while.

Danielle spoke quietly as we cuddled. 

"I really can't believe this is happening to me. Yesterday seems like a thousand years ago. I never, ever dreamed sex could be this good. How could I have let all those years go by without once...."

"Shush, sweetheart. I'm so happy we met when we did. I hope you don't feel betrayed that I had Neil come by."

"No! Oh, no. I mean, I was shocked. Stunned is more like it. Like, there we were doing these unspeakably nasty things . . . well YOU WERE doing nasty things to me. And I WAS LOVING every second of it. But when YOU showed up Neil, why I...."

"You what?" I prodded.

"I wanted to jump on him and fuck like a wild animal." She covered her eyes. "I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"What about you Neil?" I asked.

"Shit, I thought I was going to be studying with you. Of course I'd mentally screwed you several times. I even jerked off last night thinking about today." He laughed. "I'm glad I didn't today though."

Danielle and I giggled and hugged him hard. Danielle wound her legs around him and they rolled over with her on top as I rose from the bed.




The Story of D Ch. 02



"I'll get us some refreshments," I told them as I left the room, made everyone drinks and brought a tray of munchies back to the bedroom with me.

As we finished the food, I watched Danielle licking her lips and desire swelled through me again.

"Christ," Neil complained, interrupting my thoughts, "these sheets are soaking wet."

"Hey," I grinned at him "you made it that way, Mr. Sperm Bank. Lay in your own mess."

"It's cold," he whined.

"Switch with me," Danielle said, "I don't mind."

He rolled over and we found ourselves face to face. Naturally we kissed each other, long and hungrily.

"I didn't thank you for bringing Danielle to me," he said quietly, panting and staring at my teats. He knelt on the bed and this caused Danielle and I to laugh hysterically as we watched his wet prick bouncing in the air. 

"This one's for you Rachel," he said marching towards me on his knees.

I laughed raucously and threw my arms around him holding him tight. He kissed me tenderly and seemed surprised at the passion I displayed in return. Danielle, with an equally wicked ribald laugh, took Neil's hand and placed it between her legs, then lay back completely relaxed, spreading her legs wide apart. 

"God you both have such great teats. Do you want me to play with them Rachel?"

"Just give me your cock Neil! Come on, fuck me!" 

"Not yet," he growled, and squeezed my teat hard.

"Ahhh! That's it, hurt me!" I wailed.

Slowly, he bit each nipple. Putting almost unbearable pressure on them. Amazed, I found I loved this treatment. I had a brief flashback to Allie Strenwich, my former Dom.

Inspired, I urged Danielle into position over my face and guided her ass lower until my mouth could reach her frothy, succulent cunt. The richness and intensity of her once pale complexion was now splotched with crimson blushes. This, coupled with her tousled, blondish hair and lust filled, smoky blue eyes was irresistible to me.

As I lightly licked her blood engorged clit, I heard Neil say, "I'm gonna put it up your ass, Rachel, be warned." 

I said nothing, and just had time to clench the sheets, grabbing a fistful in each hand, as Danielle sat down on my face. I gulped and commenced licking and sucking.

Neil went with the flow and was soon kissing and licking the flaxen hair on my mons again. 

Uttering a deep sigh, he placed his head between my legs, and like a dog, began to lap up the juices still flowing from me. His fingers pried my asshole open. He WAS good, in seconds he had me moaning and clutching wildly with my hands. He found himself erect again and slipped his stiff prick inside me and began a slow deep fuck. 

Neil held off coming for a long time, for which I was extremely grateful because I started coming early on and didn't stop. My ass was bouncing off the bed as Neil fucked me and I tried to match his slow poundings. In time, Danielle moved off me and contented herself with playing with Neil's balls.

He moved up on me, still humping slow, but hard and deep. His cock felt exquisite inside me, rubbing the walls this way and that way. I sank my teeth into his shoulder. I bruised his lips with kisses and clawed his back with my nails. Finally Neil heaved himself off me and looked at me, then lifting my legs upon his shoulders, said, "It's time bitch," before he rammed it up my ass.

Fortunately, he didn't have a real thick cock and he had loosened me up earlier. It actually felt good as he ground his way into my rectal channel. "That's it baby! Oh, God Neil! Do that . . . Yesssss! Oh, God! Ooooh, God! Fuck my ass baby! Fuck it!" 

"Turn the fuck over," he growled at me, but I couldn't move. He flipped me over as if I were a pancake and reentered me from behind. 

Then Danielle presented her cunt to me once again and I moaned into it. I took her clit between my teeth and very gently nipped it. The musky odor from her drizzling wet cunt was overpowering. I came up for air, then quickly raised my face back into the wet curls surrounding her wondrously sweet tasting cunt.

From a distance I heard Neil shout, "Christ, you're tight. Oh, shit, I'm almost all the way in."

I kept coming.

Danielle screamed out her pleasure at my ministrations. Her entire pelvic area was rotating in a circular fashion.

"Oh, oh, oh, God, oh, God, I'm gonna explode" she shrieked before she came violently and fell off to the side.

Neil continued pounding his cock into me and I helped myself by playing with my clit. God, I felt good. I couldn't remember getting fucked in this position before, but I filed it away for the future.

Suddenly, Danielle wriggled under me. Soon afterward her tongue and fingers were working on my cunt as Neil fucked the shit out of me (literally and figuratively). 

In seconds I was screaming, "I'm coming! Oh, God I'm coming. Ohhh, please stop! Both of you, I can't take anymore!"

Neil gave my ass one last solid fuck and pulled out with a pop. Danielle, seeing he was still hard, seized his balls and began blowing him. 

"I'm dead," I moaned. "I can't believe how I feel. I'm in Heaven, Ohhhh, guys, I can't stop coming!"

I don't think they heard me.

So I watched as Danielle sucked harder and harder on his anally moistened cock.

"Use your tongue too, love," I told her, ever ready to give advice, "especially on the underside of the knob there." 

Neil was content to lay back and enjoy the sensations of his cock being swallowed over and over.

Danielle began to move quickly, her lips lightly touching him, her saliva making moist noises as she changed directions. Using only her mouth, she pumped his cock up and down, her efforts shaking the bed. Several fast strokes would be followed by a long plunge. She was already an artist at sucking cock. I watched as she took him deep into her throat, then pause, letting him know how deep he was, until he pulled out, slapped her on the ass and told her he was going to fuck her ass as well.

"Your turn for an ass reaming," he said.

"Oh?" Was all Danielle said, raising her tush to meet him, then Neil was at her ass, his thumbs spreading her puckered asshole open. I'll say one thing. He was not gentle. I'm sure it hurt like hell, but Danielle, although grimacing, never said a word except for an occasional grunt as he forced his cock into her ass. Suddenly, Danielle was going crazy, pushing her ass back at Neil's pounding dick. Her head swung back and forth in the air, her eyes were rolled up in their sockets.

I cried out, I'm joining in Neil, I've got to eat her!" 

"All right!" he rasped, gripping her cheeks tighter and slamming his prick home.

"Tongue, Rachel!" she was quick to respond, "Wet tongue. Give it to me. Please, please. Eat me!" Danielle tugged me closer and I began to use my hungry tongue on her clit. 

"Yes!" she sobbed, "lick it!"

"Ahhhhhh! Deeper! She shrieked. I became tremendously excited from my vantage point, watching his cock stretch her anus wide each time he pulled back, and again as her hole seemed to suck it back into her with his return stroke. Danielle's eyes were half-closed, as she rolled her hips. I kept taunting her each time I stopped to catch my breath, hoping to send both of us over the edge.

"You're such a hot fucking slut," I said derisively, "getting your ass fucked by a guy while I've got my tongue in your cunt!"

She grunted as Neil hammered his cock in to the hilt in her ass.

"Look at you," I continued, "never thought you'd be doing this . . . or did you?"

"Oh, God yes . . . No," she answered, shuddering with pleasure, "More! Faster! Deeper!" she croaked.

She began to spasm as this orgasm overwhelmed her. Her sweat slickened breasts jiggled and bounced. Her head lolled from side to side. I thought of her then as a silken vision of passion. Her hand worked frantically between her legs. And a red-faced Neil, with a prolonged grunt, popped out of her asshole, and cried out as he spurted a long rope of jizm across Danielle's back.

"Here! Give it here!" I cried and grabbed for his cock as another line shot directly into my face. "Me too," yelled Danielle, who having spun around, had her mouth open like a fish begging for food. Neil had some for her too, although as I recall, it hit her right breast and wasn't as dense as the earlier spurts had been. He squeezed a few more drops out and Danielle gratefully lapped them up. Then she carefully licked the residue from my face. 

When she'd finished I used my finger to gather what remained from her back, while she fed Neil the portion that lay on her breast.

Neil then leaned back against the headboard trembling, hands on hips, his drooping cock dangling back and forth, drooling the last remnants of sperm.

Meanwhile, I returned to sucking Danielle's clit relentlessly, even while she was coming hard. Neil amused himself by fucking my asshole with his middle finger, and I admit it felt great. I could feel the force of his thrusting as Danielle's mons crunched against my face. Danielle was groaning with a prolonged grunt, popped loudly out of her asshole, but spoken words were lost to me as I wallowed in the gaping wetness of her cunt. 

When I finally came up for air, she was screaming, "Suck me! Yes, eat my hot cunt. Make me come again, damn you! Make me come in your mouth!"

I glanced up and saw Neil squeezing her left teat and sucking on the other. Then I returned to her almost liquid labia and she changed her tune ever so slightly. 

"Damn you! Ohh, lick it bitch! Lick it!" Danielle shouted.

I began to play with her ass as I ate her, alternating lifting each asscheek, then pushing them together and pulling them apart. It took only seconds to cause her pussy to make its approval known to this treatment with wet smacking noises. My mouth pressed harder into her cunt. 

She was close to coming again and finally lost it. Tossing her hips up at my face and clawing at my back, she shrieked, "Oh, God this is too much!" Followed by a litany of foul language that would have made a drunken sailor proud.

"Oh, you mother-fucking, cocksucking, no good ass sucking, bitch-bastard! You shit eating son of a bitch. You cunt lapping, shriveled dicked, no good bitch of a whore!

I would have been laughing at this had I not been so engrossed in burying my face in her snatch. She finally shut up only because she started coming again.

"Arrghhhrrrrggg!" She screamed. My jaws ached and I quit eating her and lay back to watch her finish.

"Wow!" She said a minute later, wiping the hair out of her eyes. "That was a good one."

I lay there still panting, totally exhausted and watched as Neil lazily fingered her, casually taking her closest nipple between his teeth and chewing it. She groaned in both pain and pleasure, then reached around his neck, trying to force his head lower. 

We dozed off for an hour or so and when I awoke, Neil was semi-erect again. Danielle got to it before I did, engulfing him into her mouth.

Danielle must have noticed my forlorn expression as I watched her suck him fully erect, for suddenly Neil's cock popped from her mouth and she motioned me closer.

"Want to suck him with me?" She grinned lewdly, a long stem of spittle hung from her lip to his cock.

"Yes!" I said quickly.

Neil groaned as she held his rigid dick tightly and I nibbled the spongy, purple-headed knob. Danielle, maintaining her grip, swallowed one testicle. Neil, grimacing, told us we were two cunts, but we were the best cocksuckers in the world.

My mouth was sucking down the side of his cock when Danielle's mouth presented itself to mine, and we kissed feverishly, only to end it by her swallowing his cock into her throat while I selected his remaining ball to lick and suck as my finger teased his asshole.

Danielle's eyes met mine as we felt his cock tense. He was ready to come and I gripped the base of his cock while Danielle used her fingers higher up, jerking him faster and faster.

"Get ready, he's going to come," I hollered. 

"Me first," Danielle said calmly.

"Okay," I said impressed at her taking control. Neil groaned and I felt him coming. And evidently she did too, for she opened her mouth wide and caught the first spurt, then deftly turned his cock toward me. I wasn't as lucky. He dribbled the remaining jizm onto her hand. It was evident that Neil was finished for a while. 

Danielle whirled around meaning to share his sperm with me, but poked me in the eye with her breast. Crying with discomfort I moved away, holding my eye shut. Then blinking wildly I managed to see to see Danielle close her mouth over his cock and take the rest of his meager load through my good eye.

"Are you all right?" They said together. 

Their faces were concerned until I blinked my eye a few more times and said, "Neil you're a lousy fucker not having any for me and Danielle . . . keep those tits to yourself." Then I laughed and said, "Not!" And hugged the both of them tightly to me.

Danielle laughed that surprisingly lewd laugh I had come to love, and licked her fingers. 

"I really enjoyed sucking you off, Neil," the very fact that this was stated in a shy, unassuming manner, astounded both Neil and I.

"It was my pleasure Danielle," he said, running a hand through his thick red hair. His face was paler now, the flush having receded over the past few minutes.

I smiled at the two of them.

Neil smiled back and said, "I certainly hope we can do this again. Maybe tomorrow?" A hopeful expression crossed his face.

"Not me, not tomorrow anyway, Neil," I said longingly.

"I'm available Neil," said Danielle. "Anytime after three."

"And you, Rachel," she said, "how can I ever thank you for today and . . . my God it's tomorrow!"

She wrapped her arms around her chest and hugged herself. "To think I was a virgin earlier and now... why I've had my pussy licked by a girl and a guy... lost my virginity and been fucked up the ass and loved all of it." 

She had the biggest smile on her face.

"Whatever will this afternoon bring?" She asked before doubling up in peals of laughter.

Oh, that didn't end it. Neil ordered pizza and we had a couple beers with it and then I watched, as Danielle spread the last of the tomato sauce upon Neil's newly risen cock and they gravitated into the 69 position.

Neil caressed her cunt, kissing it lightly several times in different places, causing Danielle to ripple with shudders each time. 

"Ugh, huh! Ugh huh!" were the only sounds in the room except for the wet noises Neil made with his mouth on her cunt. 

"I'm going to suck your cock so good," she muttered. "I'm going to make you come and come and come," she snarled roughly.

Danielle didn't touch his cock at first, she preferred toying with him. Teasing him, licking and sucking his balls as he writhed in anticipation. Of course her actions tore his mouth and tongue away from her pussy too; and just as I was about to become involved she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock and engulfed the head in her heated mouth.

From her bulging cheeks I knew her tongue was dancing madly over the sensitive tissue of Neil's swollen glands. Her hand cupped and tickled his aching balls as she sucked harder and harder, her tongue never ceasing its dance around the head of his cock. 

It must have taken about a minute, maybe less, before I saw Neil arch up and groan, his hands nearly shredded the sheets in his hands as he came in her mouth. 

For her part, Danielle greedily sucked up every drop. Her sucking seemed to slow and become more gentle as the discharge subsided, until his flaccid dick fell from her mouth shining with the moisture of her saliva coating his sore, weary knob.

I took Danielle's hands and pulled her up beside me. Her lips were almost feverish when they met mine. I could taste Neil as well as Danielle. I began to seek out those little spots where I'd learned she loved to be kissed. I licked the slick wetness from her chin and neck, squeezing her breasts and gently tweaking her nipples. As our mouths parted, we looked into each other's eyes. Then she reached out her hand and drew Neil into our embrace.

"Oh, yes, I'm so wet. See?" Her hand rose from her moist pussy lips, the fingers glistening with a light sheen as she showed me her hand. 

"I'm so wet! Having you watching me suck his cock has me ready to come," Danielle purred as she rubbed her own slick juices over her breasts. 

I leaned down, my tongue circling a nipple, licking her cream from the hard tip. Neil's mouth closed down on her other nipple. I sucked the nipple into my mouth, biting hard as my hand slid between her thighs.

"Hmmm, suck my tits," she whispered. "Yesssss, bite my nipples."

Neil's hand closed over mine and he slipped three fingers into her sopping pussy, his cock failed to stir this time when her hands encircled it and began slow stroking. He groaned and she released him.

"Feelin' good baby?" I asked her, then kissed her cheek.

Her head tossed back as I crooned to her, her mouth hung open, as she moaned and hissed her reply. "Yesssss. Fuck, pull on my tits. Neil . . . pull on my tits." 

I glanced at Danielle, laying back, watching us as he stroked her pussy and we both yanked on her nipples. 

"She's watching you now, Rachel, your girlfriend wants to lick your cunt," Neil was into it now. "Go on, make her face wet." 

"Neil," she said tentatively, "don't play with me anymore. I'm so fucking sore I just can't take anymore. Please?"

"Sure baby," he said and lay back, his arms under his head, content to watch us girls have another go. 

I slid backwards up to Danielle's mouth, her nipples were standing up like small asparagus tips even after all the teasing they'd undergone. I squatted above her face and waited until I felt her warm breath on my cunt lips, then I lowered myself toward her tongue. At the first contact, Danielle moaned and began to greedily suck my swollen lips.

"You want me to fill your mouth with my juice?" I asked.

Her moaned response was a definite yes, as she lay under me, playing with my protruding clit. Later, Neil told me my hands were a blur over my bush as she continued to suck me into her mouth. 

I caught a glimpse of us in the full-length mirror on the door and shuddered as I saw my face, burning and mottled, filled with lust. In a carnal haze, I reached out and brought Neil into play, offering him the erect buds of my nipples. Oh he took them all right, but he had ideas of his own and I had no objections to them. He reached in under my ass and plucked at my clit. He maneuvered his fingers between Danielle's tongue and massaged my drooping outer lips. When he pulled his hand back a little, he let it linger in the moisture that was now oozing from my steaming vulva. I could feel my warm juices dripping down the fevered flesh of my inner thighs into the crevice of my ass. 

Ohhhh, I came and came and came.

Sated as never before, I fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke, they were gone.

Please let me know if you'd like more of Rachel's stories.



The Story of D Ch. 03



I really, really think I should begin at the beginning. But that doesn't make sense to me unless I make the beginning the present, and look back at what happened back in my college days. So, bear with me, there's sex aplenty and we'll catch up in almost no time at all. 

XOXOXO 

Rach

   Reunion 

From the pitch-black surroundings of the lavish penthouse apartment, I stared through the rain cascading down the glass windows thirty stories above the waves lashing the beach below. 

The view was enthralling. I was looking at the most violent thunderstorm I'd ever seen and marveling at the glory of Mother Nature. The only light came from the intermittent lightning bolts that slashed through the night's darkness only to cauterize their energy by knifing into the white capped ocean far below us. Tearing my eyes away from the outside world, I returned my attentions to the writhing creature beneath me, who I was methodically fucking.

Julie, the light of my life since our freshman year at Columbia, was moaning non-stop on the threshold of another climax; her legs wrapped firmly around my waist while I thrust in and out of her. 

My back is on fire after being raked by her razor-sharp nails; and I know from experience that the pain will linger long after we're finished fucking. But, I am soaring with the knowledge that I've finally wrested control away from her.

Filled with a gloating sensation I've never experienced before, I recall Julie telling me all those years ago: "I only mark the one's that make me cum."

I grimace as her nails renew their attack and the pain reaches a higher threshold. Silently, I accept it as if she were bestowing a badge of honor upon me − she's relinquishing control at long last. 

Shaking my head from side-to-side, I increase the tempo of my thrusts. For a moment, it's so quiet that I imagine I can actually hear pellets of my sweat landing on the sheets with light thuds.

Then a terrifying clap of thunder shakes the building, bringing me back to the moment. I cease thrusting and ease my slippery prick out of her sopping center and roll her over, telling her to get her ass up in the air. 

Julie hesitated and I smacked her ass hard to make my point. This prompted her to comply with alacrity, and she bent forward to a point from which she could clasp the brass bars of the headboard. 

"Ya gonna fuck me up the ass?" she croaks hoarsely. 

To me this represents a new, different side of Julie even though there is no discernable anxiety in her voice. 

"I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want to bitch!" I growl in reply. This is not my usual demeanor and I know I've shocked Julie with this attitude adjustment. Good! That's what I intended to do. 

Julie's buttocks rise even higher in anticipation as I close in on her. Now I'm on my knees, cupping her marvelous tits from behind and mashing them together before releasing them.

Julie sighed contentedly. My fingers grope around to her greasy genitals and gather enough juice to make anal entry relatively easy, for me, not for her. 

A bolt of lightning crackles outside, followed immediately by a loud clap of thunder; Julie shuddered and I wondered if it was fear, excitement or both that caused it. In the heat of the moment I really don't care if I rip her apart right now. (Well, I know I won't. We've done this bit before.) 

I laugh aloud when I discover Julie's fingers already busy anointing her asshole with juices too. Julie's even got a finger inside her ass, preparing the way for me. 

Gripping Julie about the waist, I began to mount her doggy style. She twisted around, looked at me, closed her eyes, and moaned, "Do it! Do it!"

It I do. Spreading her knees apart, I flex my buttocks and slide my hips forward, placing my prick at her puckered entrance and push. The initial resistance gradually yields and the head of my prick eases about two inches into her ass.

This coaxed a groan from her. I jabbed her again; she gasped loudly, and her head snapped back. My prick slipped out and panting with effort, I paused to regain my breath before reinserting it again; this time establishing a solid beachhead.

Ready to attack again, I gripped her lean hips tightly. 

"C'mon," she gasped, "Bring it on!" 

With that, Julie let go of the headboard, hunched over on all fours, and buried her face in a pillow, crying out, "Yes! That's it! Get it in there. Get it all in there," humping her ass back at me to counter each thrust of mine in her eagerness to achieve rear-end rapture. 

Julie groaned again as I my penetration moved deeper within her anal channel. Reaching a hand between her legs, she roughly masturbated her clit until a relief of sorts swept over her. 

It wasn't long before my ivory hard prick vanished into her hole and I felt the bristles of her pubic hair roiling against my lower stomach. 

The huge glass windows, which normally afforded a magnificent view of the ocean, now served as a full-length mirror thanks to the frequent lightning flashes, and I gleefully watched our gyrating reflections every time the lightning crackled. 

Julie raised her head to join me in looking into the reflections. Her face was suffused with lust and she caught me watching her, gasped deliriously and loosened a torrent of foul language at me. 

"Oh, you motherfuckin' cocksucking', no good ass fucking, bastard, bitch, shit eating, son of a bitch. You cunt lapping, shriveled prick. Ohhh yessssss! You cocksucker!" 

She continued to rant, outdoing anything I'd heard her do before. She was getting me terribly excited with her vile, verbal barrage. 

"Oh you bung-hole lickin' whore!" "Oh, yesss! There! Yes right there! Oh fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy! Ahhhh, lick my cunt! Get nasty you bitch! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she shrieked, obviously reaching a climax. 

She screamed again, this time grabbing my hair and yanking on it. I cried out in pain and retaliated by slapping her ass until she released her grip. 

Suddenly, Julie began to spasm like only she can as a great orgasm overwhelms her. A short sequence of lightning provided me with a close perspective of this undeniably erotic view. Julie's heavy breasts bounced and jiggled. Her head rolled from side to side. 

I thought of her then as a sleek vision of passion. Her hands worked frenetically between her legs. And between our bodies, the long dildo I wore strapped around my waist glistened as it continued to slide in and out of her ass.

A brutal gust of wind forced the French doors to the balcony open, and a deluge of raindrops immediately turned an area of the white carpet gray. 

My attention returned to watching Julie's creamy, sweat-flecked body writhing and jerking back and forth in time to my strokes. I caught a glimpse of Julie chewing her lower lip to ameliorate the tension as another orgasm wafted in on her. I wasn't sure if I caused this one or if she'd brought herself off masturbating. 

I was finished with her for the moment. I reached behind me and unfastened the strap holding the dildo in place. Then I rose, picked a lush pear from the fruit bowl next to the bed, took a bite and left the room. I had to pee. 

Moments later, Julie lit a candle and followed and watched me as I squatted on the toilet. She knelt at my feet as I finished. Hastily she clutched a bunch of toilet tissue and dabbed my pussy dry. Then she leaned forward, kissed it and stood up. 

I kissed her mouth in return and our tongues reacquainted themselves. Julie broke away from me and paid homage to my sexual artistry in her typical foul-mouthed fashion, groaning, "Oh, shit, Rach that was sooo good! I never expected you to be that way. Never." 

Squeezing me tighter, she pursed her lips close to my face and whimpered as a young child might. "Tongue. Wet tongue. Give to me. Please, please. Tongue." 

Baby talk? Was she regressing, or merely opening up a new side of her personality to me? No matter, I could reflect on this later. For the moment, I complied with her request. We fused our mouths. This time I ended it and slid down to the carpeted floor, where on my knees, with my hands on Julie's ass, I tugged her pussy closer to my eager mouth and hungry tongue. 

She'd succeeded in turning me on once again, and I was responding to her call. 

"Yes!" she sobbed, "Lick it!" "Ahhhhhh! Deeper! Oh, God yes, more deep!" she croaked as she began to lose control. 

"Deeper, damn you! Ohh, lick it Rach! Lick it!" 

Her pussy had opened like a flower for me, and my tongue darted hither and yon gathering up her nectar. She cupped her breasts and kneaded her hard pebbled nipples. 

"Ummm, please," she whined, "make me cum. I need to cum again." 

My thumb casually circled her clit, flicking it at the end of each circuit. 

"Please lick me, oh please . . ." I heard her cry. Looking up I saw the tears of rapture coursing down her face. 

"Yes! Yes!" she hissed, "Oh lick it! Ohhhh suck it!" Then she was yelling, "Yesssssss! Ohhhh yessssss! I'm there! Oh Christ almighty! I'm cummmming!" 

My pursed lips closed over her swollen clit, and carefully sucked on it. Julie's hips jerked and thrust forward at my face knocking my lips from their purchase around her bud. Startled, I glanced up and watched as her long nails raked the sides of her breasts causing tiny driblets of blood to trickle down her torso. 

"Don't stop. Please Rach, don't stop." 

I continued licking and sucking. 

"Oh God, that's so nice." 

"Please, please. Thank you. Ohhh God, thank you." 

My hand wandered down onto her mound. My finger pressed and pushed between the tender, puffed up flesh and meandered inside up to the last knuckle. 

Julie's legs betrayed her and she sank to the carpeted floor. Carefully turning Julie onto her back, I separated her legs, and with my hands on her upper thighs, pushed them into the air. A momentary view of my finger revealed it to be wet and slick from her copious flow. I tried inserting four fingers this time and was, unsurprisedly successful. I launched a steady rhythm of pushing my fingers in and out, producing a "squish-squish" sound. 

Eventually I thought to search for her G-spot and located it easily enough. Julie groaned, her hips writhing in time with my fingers inward movements. 

"Oh, yes. Fuck my box." 

"Eat me, eat me, ohhh eat me you slutty bitch!" Julie moaned. 

I don't know if it was to satisfy her demand or my own driving hungers for her cunt, but I slammed my face into her cunt and licked and sucked as hard as I could. I felt her orgasm arrive, but kept going long after her final shudder. 

As I withdrew I realized Julie had passed out. The power had been restored during this sexual activity. I kissed Julie's lower lips one last time. When she didn't stir, I left her there lying on the bathroom floor, shut the lights off and made myself a drink. 

I carried the drink across the room and sat down in a chair near the bedroom window and stared into the stormy night as memories of our past flashed across my mind. I don't remember falling asleep. 

Catching Up 

I woke up early the next morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Throwing on a robe, I wandered into the breakfast area and found Julie pouring orange juice and coffee for the two of us. 

"Good morning," she said. "I hope you slept well. I know I did." Julie giggled. She waved her free hand, "I must have slept half the night on the bathroom floor." 

"Oh," I replied. "I'm so sorry. I would have woke you up, but you looked so comfortable there I... I didn't have the heart to wake you." 

"No problem," she smiled, showing off a brilliant set of teeth. "I haven't slept that well in ages. Last night was... wonderful. Can you imagine? We went at it right through the worst storm in 30 years." 

Too amplify her point, she handed me the morning paper, whose headline echoed her statement. I sat down beside Julie and gazed out the window at an ocean the color of lead and a sky the color of smoke. 

Reaching for my cup, I gingerly took a first sip of my coffee. It tasted great. A television announcer wearing a ridiculous plaid jacket blared that another storm might be closing in on us. I tuned him out and turned my attention back to Julie, sighing inwardly as I recalled the pyrotechnic lovemaking of the previous night. 

Julie's robe unfolded as she leaned over to pour herself a second cup of coffee and revealed a half-exposed breast to me. I felt a familiar stirring and realized I yearned to suckle it. It had been a long time since we'd been together. 

Julie seemed to sense my desire and closed the robe, knowing we had other things to catch up on.

I smiled to myself. We were both practical women. Over bacon and eggs, I inquired into how Julie's law career was moving along. 

"Ah, right," she said. "We didn't chat very much last night did we?" 

"Unfortunately no, but, then again, the weather delayed my arrival. Huh, I nearly canceled out. Or to put it in the proper perspective, I almost cancelled out. The rain, or should I say flooding, damn near swept me off the road more than once." 

"Yeah, I thought you were a little more enthusiastic when you arrived than you usually are." 

"Bite me," I said smiling as I reverted to a favorite slang expression of our younger days. 

"Listen Julie, have you got something for this?" and I revealed my back to her. 

"My God, did I scratch you like that?" I nodded. She rose and went to a cabinet in the kitchen; returning she said, "Let's try this ointment, it's pretty good." 

I examined the label and nodded my approval again. Then I relinquished the tube back to her. As Julie applied it to my back I began to inquire about her career. "So tell me Julie," I said for openers, "what kind of cases have you been handling lately?"  

I wanted to get her career out of the way quickly in order to wow her with my recent accomplishment. I loved her dearly, but still, I wanted to blow her away. 

"Yes, well," she frowned and rubbed her hands on a kitchen towel before continuing. "Sidney's been referring certain types of criminal law cases to me that his firm, err...doesn't want to be associated with." 

"How so?" I asked. 

"At the moment I'm defending a man charged with being a repeat sex offender." 

"Ooooh!" I exclaimed. "Now that's fascinating." 

'Ouch!' I thought, 'that's not very diplomatic. Get with it girl,' I chided myself. Quickly moving to correct any mistake in my meaning, I continued, "Sorry, I mean challenging. That's a far better choice of words." 

"Oh I know what you mean alright." Julie said, clearly wrapped up in presenting the facts to me as dramatically as possible. "I wouldn't have taken the case except for the money. The guy's loaded. I received a $200,000 retainer up front." Julie began to drum her fingers nervously on the table. Apparently she was wondering how much I should be told. "He's a fastidious person on the surface, but I get the creeps just being in the same room with him. I mean, this guy's been preying on women for years. He knows he's going away," she caught herself and stopped the drumming. 

I interrupted Julie to say, "How can you be so sure? I mean, didn't Michael Jackson get away with something like that a few years back?" 

"Yes he did, or so it seemed. He bought his way out of trouble. Jackson sequestered himself from the public. Although, and this is a real shame, he's been known to still entertain "guests" on occasion." 

Julie stood up and began pacing about ten feet away from me. She donned her court room demeanor, and continued. "The preponderance of evidence against him is overwhelming. That's a given. It can't be avoided. It can't be diminished in any way. So my real job here is to minimize the length of time he spends in the penitentiary.

Perhaps I can negotiate a kinder, gentler site in which he'll while away his sentence." 

She sighed and smiled, "All in all I should walk away with about $300,000 for two months work." 

"Big bucks," I conceded, "but what about your reputation?" I crossed my legs and added, "And how many cases like this do you handle a year?" 

"If I'm lucky, three. But then, there are others that fit in along the way. You know $5,000 here, $8,000 there. Ahhh, what the hell, last year I grossed $725,000." 

I beamed my best smile at her. "As to my reputation," she said resuming the drumming of her fingers on the table, "well, the public have a history of short memories. Anyway someone's got to provide a defense for these creeps." 

"You're right," I offered. "Not bad for a cute blonde from Madison, New Jersey," I added laughing. 

"While we're at it, what did Sidney pull in?" 

"My, aren't we being nosey today," Julie smiled. "Well since I'm going to turn your brain inside out in a minute, I'll tell you. Sidney grossed $3,200,000 last year. It was a typical year for him." 

"Wow!" I was truly surprised. I knew there was a money-tree growing here, but hadn't thought of it in that size. 

"Julie, I have to hand it to you. You've made the big time." 

"Thank you. I recall how competitive we were back at Columbia. We were both going to be zillionaires, remember?" 

Julie crossed her legs then uncrossed them before rising and going over to the refrigerator. "Want some OJ?" 

"Yes please, that would be nice," and I accepted the half filled glass and sipped from it before I started bringing her up to date on my personal history. 

My moment of moments was at hand. 

"Okay, okay, Rach. Now it's your turn. It's been six years since we've really touched base." 

I smiled broadly and said, "We touched more than a few bases last night my love." 

"Come on, I'm an attorney, I recognize a diversionary tactic when I see one." 

"Okay, but remember you asked for it. This might take a while." 

"Hey, we've got hours. Get it on girl," she said, casually brushing a hand through her blonde locks. 

"Right. So where do I begin? I've been a very busy girl these last few years. Let's see you know I finished my internship after transferring from Columbia to Johns Hopkins in Baltimore." 

"Oh yes," she nodded affirmatively and leaned closer. 

"Well, I put in another year there at the Department of Pharmacology, then I interned in Medicine, at Mt. Zion Hospital and Medical Center in San Francisco, for two years. 

Julie's face reflected puzzlement, so I tried to explain, "Somehow, I don't know why exactly, I decided to switch coasts. Anyway, next I completed my residency at the Department of Neurology, University of California." 

I paused and took a long drink of my juice. 

"That swallowed up another two years." 

Julie was hanging on my every word, I moved in for the kill. "At this point I had quite a few offers, some very interesting offers lay there on the table, but one of them appealed to me far more than the rest." 

Julie was on the edge of her seat by now. Her head bobbed up and down as though asking, "Yes? Yes? Yes?" 

I surged forward. "I accepted the offer from the Mayo Clinic because it would not only permit me to serve under one of the foremost neurosurgeons in the world, but would also permit me to continue my medical education. 

"My primary specialty was to be in movement disorders, but ranked closely behind that were other specialties: Huntington's disease, Parkinson's disease, Tourette's syndrome, tremor, and dystonia." I took a deep breath and continued. "It took an enormous effort, but now I'm also a certified Psychologist." 

Julie's hands were over her eyes, as if to say, "I don't believe this." 

"I've become deeply involved in several areas of research. Specifically, Tourette's Syndrome, Aging, and Alzheimer's Disease." 

"Jesus!" Julie spat out. "You're a veritable tour de force! How in the hell did you manage all that? Each field would appear to be carnivorous, eating up your time." 




The Story of D Ch. 03



"They are and do. That's why you haven't heard or seen much of me all this time. But, and this is important... Here's why I believe it's all worthwhile. There are maybe six people in the world with my credentials. Now, I'm only making maybe $120,000 or so at the moment. And I'm still paying my educational bills. I'll be doing that for several more years, but..." I shifted in my chair and changed direction. "Hell, I never go anywhere or do anything. I really don't have a life outside the medical field. But, thanks to Dr. Ergstrom at Mayo, I'm the lead med-person searching for the gene responsible for Tourette's syndrome. Are you familiar with it?" I asked. 

"To some extent I am," she replied. "It's a neurological disorder characterized by tics -- involuntary, tics and sudden vocalizations." 

"Very good." I said, somewhat taken aback at Julie's knowledge of this rather obscure disease.

Gulping a breath of air into my lungs, I continued. "So we've got a diagnostic criteria which include both multiple motor and one or more vocal tics present at some time, although not necessarily simultaneously. Symptoms for TS are sporadic, sometimes disappearing for weeks or months at a time." 

Realizing Julie's full attention was focused on me I roared ahead. "It hits most people before they reach 18. Although the word "involuntary" is used to describe the nature of the tics, it's not entirely accurate. It wouldn't be true to say that people with TS have absolutely no control over their tics, as though it's some type of spasm; it's more compelling in nature. People with TS feel an irresistible urge to perform their tics, much like you need to scratch a mosquito bite. Some people are able to hold back their tics for hours at a time, but this only leads to a stronger outburst once they finally let go. 

"Coprolalia, the cursing, or racial epithets associated with TS are not, or do not have to be exclusively swear words. Many times coprolalia manifests itself as an overwhelming urge to use a racial epithet; even though that's the last thing the patient wants to do. Something about the "forbiddingness" of it impels a person with coprolalia to say it, seemingly against their will." 

I paused, and then continued. "Now I'm to my neck in research, hoping to find a solution to TS." I looked at Julie, scratched my head and said, "We know it's genetically transmitted. Parents have a 50% chance of passing the gene on to their children. Girls with the gene have a 70% chance of displaying symptoms. Boys with the gene have a 99% chance of displaying symptoms. 

"Unfortunately these studies have taken a great deal of time in the past. I... we, closely examined previous research. Nothing appeared to have worked as effectively as flaxseed oil. Keep in mind, though, that Tourette's syndrome is a symptom with many causes. What works for one child may not work for another. The reason flaxseed works is probably because it increases a substance called EPA which increases the good kind of prostaglandin. The prostaglandin definitely decreases the body's inflammatory reaction. You can only imagine what kind of havoc inflammation plays in the brain." 

I sensed I might be losing Julie here and paused. She surprised me by gesturing for me to continue. 

"Well, there is also a bad kind of prostaglandin, I call it bad for practical purposes; it serves a useful purpose by increasing the blood's clotting ability. Anyway, there appear to be a greater number of people responding to this treatment who associate worsening symptoms with virus and other infections like strep, allergy, and hormonal changes. I asked myself what connection all of these might have with bad prostaglandin. 

"My guess was that the body increases the bad kind of prostaglandin when threatened with any kind of immune insult. Anyway, we're on the threshold of a major breakthrough. Merck, you know Merck?" 

Julie tossed her blonde mane back over her shoulder and gave an affirmative shake of the head. 

"Merck is cutting me in on one third of the profit for developing a successful medication. No. I've phrased that poorly. They've picked up extensive research costs. I've provided the brainpower. I have agreed to provide them with an exclusive use of the final product. 

"As you're so fond of saying, the bottom line for me with respect to a viable solution to TS will be in the area of $3 Million. Oh yeah, when this research is completed I'll sign on with Merck and tour the world treating Tourette's Syndrome patients both mentally and physically wherever I find them. 

"Now in between, I operate on a minimum of four patients a week, just to keep up with the latest in neurosurgery techniques." 

"My God," Julie said, "you're unbelievable." 

"Well Julie, remember we wanted to be the best in our fields as kids." 

"Yeah, but that was mostly wishful thinking. Jeez, Rach, you've overachieved." 

I decided to ignore that last comment and continued my story. "Well, needless to say, I need this break desperately." 

"Shit, Julie, I nearly forgot, my husband, this is my second husband, Arthur. I believe you and Sidney met Brad. What a wuss he turned out to be. Well, that's not exactly true. He was all right; it was just that he couldn't keep up with me. Naw, I'm not being fair again. I had to let him go, my schedule made marriage to him an impossibility." I let go with a deep sigh. 

"He had an eight inch dick on him. Thick too. He was my personal dildo for a year." 

Julie laughed and scratched her leg. "So," she said, "Tell me about Arthur." 

"Arthur and I got married last year. He's in banking in Minneapolis. Does alright I suppose. I don't pry into his business and he has little or no idea what I'm up to. We schedule our sexual activities every Sunday night based upon our upcoming schedules." I sighed, "He's not that demanding." 

"Oh, poor baby," Julie cooed. 

I got up and walked to the window and took in the panoramic view. There wasn't any. It was still a virtual wall of grayness outside, but looking out I was able to watch as a flock of pelicans glided past, forty or fifty feet below me. I continued to watch, enthralled as they wove their way until they were absorbed in the grayness. 

"To quench my sexual appetite, I pick on the occasional intern. They're usually horny, and almost as pressed for time as I am." 

"Now I'm getting horny," Julie volunteered. "What about you Hon? Or would you prefer to go shopping?" 

"Shopping sounds good to me. I'll let you buy me something gaudy with all that money you're making from dirty old men." 

"You're on." She laughed and stood up. "I know a great place to have lunch. The staff is male. And with this rain... well, they meet you with an umbrella... Did I tell you they're all bodybuilders and they wear tight, tight clothes. If you tip them well, they'll let you cop a feel... it's positively perverse." 

I laughed and asked her who'll defend her in court when she's up for fondling a minor. Julie smirked, and the expression died upon her face as she exclaimed, "My God! I almost forgot the damn thing again... I promised myself not to do it again. Just a minute Rach, I'll be right back." 

Julie hopped out of the room as she tried to fully insert her foot in one of her mules. A minute later she returned carrying a large box with the brand name 'Tide' on the two sides that I could see. Julie dropped the box at my feet. 

"Do you remember this box?" 

"I don't think so," I replied. 

"Well, I've lugged this damn box around for twelve years. It's been through five moves. Last year I finally peeked inside and discovered it's your stuff. I knew it as soon as I... wait a sec..." 

Bending over she reached inside the box and came up smiling lewdly as she produced a Barbi doll. 

"Jesus!" I said, jerking forward to obtain a closer look. "Is that...?" 

"Yes, Rach," she shrieked and jumped up and down. "It's your 'Special Barbi. Hey, it was even my special Barbi on occasion." 

Malibu Barbie & the Diary 

I don't know what to say about Barbie... Malibu Barbie, to be precise. I hadn't seen her in all those years. 

Memories rushed in that I'd pushed back into the recesses of my mind. Time was I'd use it as my primo dildo. Not the head, mind you, my hole isn't that big! The feet − always feet first. Yes, both of them. Once started, I'd poke my fingers inside me and move the legs from side to side. I realized I'd absentmindedly spread my legs apart and discovered I was cupping my mons.

Julie had her hand over her mouth, silently laughing at me. I actually felt myself blush. Holding the doll out to Julie, I recalled the incredible feelings it produced. Like a twin cockhead, used with terrific aim. It was my personal, unconventional, masturbation toy. And suddenly I recalled Julie and me using it on each other. 

Oh, yeah, Malibu Barbie was convenient in more than one way. We weren't very neat in those days, and on occasion my parents would drop in unexpectedly, Barbi was so much easier to explain than having a dildo or vibrator lying around the apartment. My parents never figured out why I wouldn't grow up and give up my doll collection. I found myself smiling at the memory and then for no discernable reason both of us burst into a giggling fit, just like teenagers. 

It felt good. Julie sat down next to me and hugged her knees to her chest as we slowly regained our composure. "That's the only thing I've taken out. Once I established you owned the contents I left it alone, just waiting for the right moment to return it to you. Please, go on keep going. Let's see what else is in there. I'm anxious to see, damn it," she said feigning a morose expression, "I have nothing left of my own from those days." 

Like a kid on Christmas morning, I poked around inside the box and removed several items that had little or no memories adhered to them. 

Then I grasped the book. "It's my diary!" 

"Damn," Julie exclaimed. "I didn't know you kept a diary. Does it...?" 

"Oh, yeah. There's some hot stuff in here, but..." 

"Come on, let's have a little sample." 

"No Julie, it's my diary. It's sacred." 

"Bullshit, Rach, a lot of time's gone by. Your Statute of Limitations has run out." 

"Get real girl. For God's sake, you're an attorney. Cut the crapola will ya?"

Inexplicably, I found my grammar returning to that of my collegiate level. Julie's too, for that matter. 

"Come on, Rachel. Please. Pretty please." 

"Alright, just a small sample. Then we go out, okay?" 

"Yes, sure. Pick a sexy part, Okay?" 

"Let's just see. I'm not promising anything. For all I know it may be squeaky, pristine clean." 

"RIGHT! Just for fun, start at the beginning. Go ahead. Oh, wait, want another cup of coffee?" 

"Yeah, sure," I said turning to the first entry.

She was back in a flash and I was already deeply absorbed in the opening page. 

"Here's your coffee." 

"Oh, thanks," I said, and absentmindedly reached for the cup. Luckily I grasped it firmly, took a sip and started to read aloud. 

"Last night I came out of the shower as I have a thousand times before. I stopped before the mirror and gazed at my nude body. This wasn't unusual, but the way I was looking at my reflection was. For some reason, I took a long, critical look at myself.

"Eighteen, really, really, long black hair. I noted (for the first time?) my eyes were somewhat almond shaped, and hazel in color. I stood five-foot eight inches barefoot and weighed exactly one hundred ten pounds. I cupped my breasts in my hands, hmmmm, they didn't exactly overflow them. My nipples began to stiffen. Watching them rise I thought, 'Still, 33C ain't all that bad.' My hands drifted to my waist and I watched coyly as my lips formed the words "twenty-three inches." 

"Inexplicably, as if they had a mind all of their own, my hands traced over my hips. I smiled into the mirror and whispered, "thirty-three once again. I tossed my head and watched as my hair flew in a long arc through the air and whipped around my shoulder covering one breast. I turned to the side and checked out my profile. Speaking aloud I said confidently. "Not bad, in the vital statistic department. Not bad at all." 

Facing away from the mirror I bent over and examined my ass in the mirror. One pimple stared back. After dabbing it with alcohol, I gave my cheek a nice gentle pat, and softly said, "I know you've turned a few heads this week." 

My pubic hair had grown sufficiently so that it formed a neat triangle, and I hadn't had to trim it to get it that way. I wondered if the other girls had checked me out in the shower at the gym. 

Now why would I wonder about that?"



    *** 

"Well, that's interesting, but not insightful, Rach," Julie stated matter of factly. "You've managed to preserve those measurements pretty well if I may say so." 

I thanked her and closed the diary. In a panic-stricken voice Julie pleaded, "Hey, no fair!" She placed her hand on mine. "Please read on. Just a little more, please?" 

"Alright," I said placating her. "By the way, I think you're better looking now then you were at Columbia. How is that possible?" 

Julie stretched like a cat. Very feline I noted. "I work hard at keeping my shape Rach. Very hard. Now let's get back to the diary." 

I really wanted to read more myself, in private, but there was no way I could manage that without Julie being present at least for the next few days. Turning a few pages I settled on one and resumed reading.

          *** 

"If I'm gonna keep a diary maybe I should put in a few details that happened to me before. This way I can have an accurate documentation later on. For example, I started dating at the end of my junior year in high school. I raised the bar from kissing to a lot more in senior year. I did it because I wanted to, not because my 'peers' were doing it. Hand jobs mostly, although there were a couple blowjobs during the later days of my senior year. Think Prom Night! 

I liked the pleasure it gave the guys, and I enjoyed knowing that I was the one delivering 'that look' on the guy's face. I was in control. That seemed to be important to me. I mean, I'm not a control freak, shit, I'm not even sure what that expression means, but every few dates I would stonewall the guy, sending him home with what they called 'blue balls'. 

"I always put up a bitchy tough front, so I made sure that I got the rep of being cold. No one thought about calling me a slut. When I did something for the guy, it was because I needed it. I guess I raped them, Ha, Ha, Ha, although they weren't exactly complaining." 

                **** 

Friday ____ "Met my roommate this morning. Her name is Julie and she's awesome! I can't believe how lucky I am. She's drop dead gorgeous and super intelligent! She's gonna take pre-law! Hot damn! I wanted a serious student to bunk with. This is better than expected. And the guys will positively drool over her! I'm sure I'd be happy with her rejects. Ahhh, the stud looking rejects that is. Whew! I can't believe my luck." 

Sunday _____ "Julie and I have been together for a month now. I'm still in awe of her. Guys seem to topple down in front of her like bowling pins as we head for class and she just walks over their bodies." 

Thursday _____ "Lately, I have been a masturbating fool. I mean, I did it watching the soaps this morning, then went to the mall, saw this hunk and ran for the ladies room and a vacant stall, not caring (or noticing) the one next to me was occupied. Later I called Brad (old high school beau) and ended up doing it with him on the phone. (No! he didn't know what I was doing!) And last I used two fingers to get off just thinking about Julie! 

Yeah Julie. I saw her prancing into her room almost nude on her way from the shower. I recalled the way she's been dressing for class lately. Short skirts and tight sweaters, almost see-through blouses and the like. She told me she likes to get the guys hot and bothered in class; she concentrates on the lecture while they think about her. She thinks it provides an edge for her grade-wise and she enjoys flaunting herself to them too. She's goading me to try it. I just might." 

                *** 

Julie squealed as I read this last part. 

"You slut!" she wailed. "I never . . ." 

"Bullshit," I cried out. "You did! And you got me to follow suit." 

A sly smile crossed her face. "Well you were acting like a virgin back then." 

I fumed. "Goddamn it! I was a virgin then!" I wasn't mad I was just exasperated with her. 

"Hey Rach, you told me you'd lost your cherry in high school." "Well... I lied to you then," I said belligerently. 

"About what?" 

In a more subdued tone, I said, "About how much I'd done with a guy." 

"Come on . . . admit it. You gave out blowjobs and screwed like a rabbit in the back seat of what's his name's car." 

"No, I really was a virgin," I said, blushing, even after all those years. "I mean," I blurted out trying to assert myself, "I gave a couple blowjobs, sure, but no guy ever got further than groping my pussy. Damn it! We just read about it in this diary. Why would I lie about it to myself back then?" 

"You're telling me I got your cherry?" 

"Don't you remember me telling you were the first?" 

"Yeah... but I always thought I was the first girl." 

She kissed me and said, "That's so sweet."



The Story of D Ch. 04



The First Time (Really!)

Julie caressed my face, her breath smelt of lavender then she kissed my lips again, this time ever so softly, causing me to shiver with anticipation of what lay in store for us later. 

"Read on my love," Julie cooed, "Just a bit more." 

I skimmed ahead a few pages and settled in on the ripest part so far. 

Thursday, December 10.

Oh, wow! Oh Shit! I don't believe this happened to me! Finals are starting Monday and I'm going ape ship with horniness. Did I write ship? I meant ape shit. Christ, I gotta get it together. She, I should say, Julie, in case I read this years from now." 

"Oh . . . why bother, I'll never forget this as long as I live." 

"When I returned to the apartment early this evening, I heard what I thought was the TV in Julie's bedroom. Only it wasn't the TV. Julie was with her boyfriend Don in her room. They had left the door open and they hadn't realized I was back, because Julie was yelling . . . well, not exactly endearments, more like, "Suck me, suck me, work that tongue in there you motherfucker." 

I took one step into the room and saw them both on the floor, naked. Don had his head between Julie's legs and was tonguing her to orgasm. Julie lay on her back, holding her legs wide apart and Don was just really into her. 

I stood and watched for a couple of minutes, mesmerized. Eventually, I realized I was spying on them and felt terrible about it. I left the room, half closing the door and opened the front door again, closing it loudly to announce my arrival. They quieted down, and I milled around in the kitchen until they came out. Don was first, fully dressed. Julie followed wearing her dress, albeit not completely buttoned and stuff. Don seemed awkward and left a couple minutes later while I pretended not to notice anything unusual about Julie. We made small talk for a while; but all I could think about was getting into my room alone so that I could finger myself. But, Julie wouldn't leave me alone. She followed me. Just wanted to talk she said. 

And so we were just talking about nothing and everything, when out of the blue she said, "You know I saw you at the door." I must have blushed twelve different shades of red. I started stammering "I didn't realize..." 

Julie interrupted me to say, "It's okay. I knew you were watching Rach. It really turned me on." I was confused. I mean, I knew we were super-close and comfortable with each other. She knew I was a virgin, (technically) and I was very much aware Julie was bisexual, but I'd never really thought of girls as, well... so Julie hadn't freaked me out. To me, Julie was a great friend and roomie. And she was great looking and super intelligent, always surrounded by great looking guys and gals. 

Me? I consider myself a loser, a big loser. No one's ever gone after me. That is, or was until... a moment or so later, when Julie just leaned over, and kissed me on the lips. While I was struggling to compute the series of tingling sensations the kiss caused, Julie started playing with my breasts. I dared not tell her how good it felt. Her hands were beneath my T-shirt, fingertips dialing my nipples, listening for the fall of tumblers. And I was tumbling, fast. I twisted away saying, "Oh, Julie, what are you doing?" She shushed me, and said in a parental tone, "I want to do this. Do you?" 

Her fingers remained in place, hovering, feeling my nipples rising against her palms as she waited for my response. I was helpless, the situation just overpowered me. I caved in and let Julie go on with her seduction. 

Julie told me to lift my arms and I did, enabling her to lift off my T-shirt. Then she delicately cupped my breasts together and flicked at them with her tongue. I jumped as her tongue made contact. My areola lit up in a welt of goose bumps. Oh it was heavenly! I know I moaned. The echoes are still reverberating around my room. 

Suddenly her face was in the cool hollow between my breasts. My ear was the next thing she tasted. She was telling me how she was going to make love to me and that I was going to love it. 

Then, handling me as though I were sports car, she shifted gears and said, "I'd like to meet your parents sometime." 

"Okay," I mumbled my voice flat, without emotion. 

"I mean it; I'd really like to meet them. I'd like to see where you live . . ." As she spoke, she took my hand, and led me to her room and placed me on her bed where she eased my skirt up around my hips and removed my panties. She continued talking. I was hypnotized. "I'd like to see where you live," she repeated. "Visit you there," she kissed my stomach. "Take you to lunch," she licked my navel. "Take you shopping," by this point she was plucking at my pubic hair, "Home." 

I was waited for the moment. "Everything. Nothing." I watched as she reached into her nightstand drawer and grabbed a vibrator. 

"Okay," I said. It seemed like it took forever to get the words out. I wasn't sure if they were slurred or not. I wondered briefly if I'd been drugged. I repressed the thought and relaxed even more. Julie flicked the vibrator on and worked it against the skin covering my clit. With her other hand she gently massaged my scalp with her fingernails. I was so turned on I couldn't believe it. I wasn't eighteen anymore, I was younger, much younger. I was about to cum big time, when the vibrator stopped. Julie shifted position and started it again. This time she drew a line down one side of my spine with it. God that felt great! A parallel movement followed it. Then Julie moved to a spot under the wings of my shoulder bone; both her hands were into my armpits tickling, but I wasn't laughing. It was intensely erotic. She drew me against her mouth, tilting my head to an angle where our lips meshed perfectly. I had never been kissed this way before. My tongue became hers. This was why people kissed. It didn't matter that she was also female, in fact I don't believe it could have happened were she male. 

Before I could protest, Julie broke the kiss and moved downward, down, down, down, her tongue was everywhere. It rimmed my ass and I was sooooo shocked, sooooo amazed, sooooo thrilled. No one had ever done that to me before. I feverishly bucked my way to an immediate climax. It was my fastest cum ever. 

Julie carried me over again with her tongue forking its way through my liquid flesh. And still she kept licking and sucking! An eternity later, she let me calm down, and we started talking about variations. Julie said she wanted to fuck me with a dildo. I was not for it. But she convinced me, rather easily, now that I think about it. I guess this was because I trusted her more than any guy, but I was nervous about being hurt. 

Julie had me lay on my back and placed two pillows under my ass. We agreed that she'd use KY-jelly... she did, taking her time to work it inside me. From somewhere a jar of sweet smelling oil appeared and Julie gently applied it around the folds of my labia, with particular attention to my hole. I was hot again. I can't recall ever being that hot before. I smelt my sexual arousal filling the bedroom. 

I was trembling in anticipation and shivered in delight as two of Julie's fingers entered my cunt! But she pulled out almost immediately! 

"Just testing," she said laughing and meeting my eye before turning away and kissing my belly button. But she didn't stop there, instead she moved lower, running her mouth into my bush and yanking several hairs out with her teeth. 

"Ouch! Don't hurt me," I yelled. 

"Only a very little, my sweet one, my love," she crooned, "now be quiet we don't want a crowd outside the door." 

"Now kiss my cock, will you?" I nearly fainted hearing her talk like that. No one ever had ever . . . and then she was dripping the oil on the dildo's shaft . . . and the cockhead touched my genitals . . . my pussy opened as if by magic. I was captivated! 

It went in smoothly! Julie began to twist it and continued to gently coax it in deeper, very gently, crooning her wondrous words in my ear all the while. It was sheer rapture. 

"Ohhh..." I sighed, totally content, all the apprehension dissolved by Julie's caresses. "It's so big. I can feel myself stretching... out," I murmured contentedly. Moments later I was helping things along, stroking the underside of my clit with my thumb. 

"It feels so good," I murmured. Julie told me it was time to increase the pressure and did.

"Pop!" There went my virginity. I thought at the time, it wasn't such a big deal after all.

After that, it was great . . . honestly. "Yeah, right. Well, bite me and my busted cherry." I'm laughing now, thinking about it. But I recall telling Julie, "I don't think this is working." Of course she pushed even harder. 

"I must have yelled pretty loud, the girl in the next room threw a shoe or something at the wall, told us to keep it down. Julie had the head maybe halfway in. I was afraid to look. I imagined all sorts of blood gushing out, but felt pretty good at this point. 

To my mind, my pussy was stretched further than I had imagined it might be during childbirth. I found myself gripping the side of the bed, with my head bobbing back and forth. The pleasure was intense, the pain, well there wasn't any. I started to shout. "Ohhhh, fuck me Julie. Fuck me with your toy! I want it sooooo bad." 

Julie, startled by my outcry, shoved my panties into my mouth and then leaned on the dildo with her hand and forced it deeper into me. "Goddamn it Rach," she said moments later, "you took it all. I'm proud of you." 

My reply was muffled, but for the record I yelled into the soiled panties, "Fuck yeah! I'm not far from it now." Only it came out, "Nuck nar! Um nuh mar mumnit ow!" 

The ribs of the dildo pushed against the taut walls of my pussy. The sensations were more than I could bear and I came and came and came. Julie deftly manipulated the rod inside me, twisting it, pumping it up and down, in and out. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! I'm on the edge right now just thinking about it . . . time out!" 

"Whew! That was a good one." I should note that I've been diddling my clit as I record this and well... I got carried away. 

I Get My Licks In

At this point I broke off reading, and after realizing I was pretty well lubricated, glanced up to discover Julie frantically frigging herself with one hand while the other was tightly gripping her right nipple. 

The sight put me over the edge. I stood over her and began whipping my hair across her face. Julie groaned and arched her back. I moved closer, opened my robe exposing my breasts and dragged my nipples across her cheeks and mouth. Like a guppy, she pursed her lips in a futile effort to capture them. She began to growl. Laughing and giddy with lust, I fed one nipple to her eager mouth and tongue. A minute later we were rolling around the kitchen floor, devouring each other anew.

After a long silence Julie spoke. We were still wrapped in each other's arms.

"You know, Rach, I never forgot that night. It was a truly special time."

She could tell by the tears welling up in my eyes that I agreed with her. But I nodded anyway.

We kissed one another and disentangled ourselves. We showered, (no, not together) dressed and left to go shopping. It was still raining heavily. Julie put the top up on her Jaguar and we headed out to the Galleria on East Sunrise Boulevard. 

It proved a disappointment, whether it was not caring to venture out into the rain, or perhaps we weren't in the mood for their offerings, but after the briefest of shopping, we returned to her car and put the Galleria behind us. Julie turned south and drove into Miami and Bloomingdale's. 

The rain ended as we were parking the car. This seemed a better choice for us. 

We shopped for about three hours. There was a clerk in the dress department who may have been willing to form a ménage-a-trois, but while I was interested, Julie wasn't. I chided her as we left telling Julie that she could always drop in there again, whereas I couldn't. She gave me the most sullen look and told me she wanted to spend all the time she could with me. My knees buckled and I hugged herto keep me upright and to show her I adored her.

From there, it was over to Biscayne Street in South Miami Beach to what Julie termed "the always-wonderful Joe's Stone Crab Restaurant" for a late lunch. We had several martinis with our crab and got a little smashed.

Back at Julie's we showered once again; tried on some of our new outfits; and decided to keep life simple by donning teddy's before we returned to 'read' more from the diary. 

I found my eyes riveted to Julie's perky buds and cupped her breast then began suckling. Julie's hand made its way down my thigh, crossed over my mound and caressed my labia. It was a good start.

After a few minutes of tantalizing one another, I suggested I pick up from where I'd left off, but Julie demanded to be 'the reader,' at least for the moment. It was okay with me. I placed my hand on her thigh and told her to, "Get it going' girl."

Julie's voice quavered just a bit as she began, was it my hand or the anticipation of reliving the past? 

I'm lying here tingling from the past and the present, with the smell from my pussy filling the room like a warm, no—make that a hot musky perfume.

Oh, I almost forgot. As I came last night, Julie slid a long, oil-slicked finger. God! It was smooth as silk, right into my butt hole. I could feel the thick dildo rubbing against it through the thin wall of tissue separating the two. That brought on another orgasm. I seem to cum a lot when I'm heated up. I hadn't noticed that before. I'm not complaining though.  

My fingers are working their magic right now!

Intermission's over. 

What really got me though, was watching in the mirror as Julie pulled the damn thing out of me. The walls of my vagina were stretched beyond belief. Julie helped me clean up afterward. I loved her tender, loving attentions. I resolved to do the same for her if it kills me.

I don't remember leaving her room, but I woke up in mine. I think that's everything. 

We talked about it at length early this morning before class. I confessed to her that I'd loved it. And I told her that I loved her. She loves ME too! Julie said she wanted ME to do her! I promised I would (she just got her period) so we'll wait until it's over. 

"Jesus, you write a hot story Rach," Julie said, moistening her lips and uncrossing her legs.

"Thank you kind lady," I said, and kissed her thigh as my fingers meandered along her leg across her mons and ultimately cradled the folds of her outer lips. Of course they were wet. 

"Please continue," I said, and realized I was breathing heavily.

"Okay, I will, just a sec. Let's see, this parts kinda lame and . . . no, too mundane, let's see . . ." 

She was turning page after page, until finally releasing a deep breath, she exclaimed, "Whew! I think . . . yes pay dirt."

"Dear Diary, this evening we did it again. Well, this time Julie allowed me to take the lead after warming me up as it were. I gotta tell ya I found the taste of another woman exhilarating!" 

"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed I remember this part. I ran my hand down my belly and spread my fingers apart, poised to enter my temple of lust.

"Oh, yeah . . . it's so hot!"

"Shut up, let me read!" Julie cried, and playfully cuffed me on the arm.

"How passive do you want me?" I asked.

"Oh, don't stop what you're doing, just be quiet."

"Mums the word," I said going through the motions of zipping my mouth shut.

"Julie had to get me going though before I could do her. And she went about as only she can. She was eating me out deep-dish style, whispering her erotic litany to me all the while. Listening to her gets me almost as hot as her tongue does. Here's a sample."

"Go ahead, baby."

"Oh mushy you."

"What a soppy wet cunt you have here, baby." This last while sliding a finger around inside me.

"Let me taste, baby."                       

"This is you, baby." 

"Oh, so licious," she goes. 

"Oh, tasty."

"My girl."

"My love bug."

"Nipples—thighs, your lips."

On and on, like a demented tour guide. 

"How deep can I go? Tell me."

"Deeper," is about the best I can manage between sighs.

"So ordered," she laughs wickedly, and licks away, her tongue strong and rigid. Feasting on my wetness there, gripping me by my sides, my legs, and my hair, always on me--devouring with hardly a pause. 

Julie seems to like a breathless pace. She also likes it with my legs over her shoulders, leaning ineating and sucking me like that and stroking my thighs. 

I recall emitting a high-pitched moan and then, pulling away from her, only to be yanked back. I have an image of seeing a rough; no-holds barred type smile on Julie's mouth as she brought me off for the umpteenth time using her fingers. 

Suddenly, it was my turn.

I was filled with an intense fear that I overcame by virtue of my even greater gratitude and I started on her. I remember kissing her down there, soooo soft. 

Oh, just a thought, I sense Julie likes the fear involved in our lovemaking, but I could be wrong. At any rate I don't care, I simply adore her. 

Julie does like to be in charge and likes forcing me to perform her bidding. For example, at one point early on, I turned onto my stomach in defense; but Julie licked my back, then bit my shoulder, breaking the skin and causing it to bleed, and then licked it again to salve the wound, only to bite me again. 

(It's funny; cause in a way "Bite me," is my favorite expression. I wonder if that's my unconscious talking to me or through me. Have to read some more psych books I guess.) 

"Oh bite me!" 

She bit me again, this time while she was on top of me; grasping my entire left tit in her hands and squeezing. It hurt like hell, but at the same time there was a surge of pleasure rippling through my pussy. 

"Christ Almighty, you're like a man," I hollered, and Julie loved that praise most of all. 

At any rate, my foray into pussy munching started with trepidation, but after running my tongue over the length of Julie's cunt a couple times I got the hang of it and began to suck on her labia as she had done to me. I think she was already excited that I was gonna do her. 

It seemed like only seconds passed before her hips were thrusting off the bed and she leaned back and grunted, over and over. 

Julie shrieked softly (she had the foresight to remember the thin walls of our dorm even under the excitement of the moment) as she came.

She was sweating profusely and panted as she bent her knees outward so as to settle lower, offering a wider spread for me to get my mouth on. I nestled my face in firmly, to get my tongue in further, prompting Julie to moan passionately:

"Oh, God, you vulgar bitch."

"You shameless little cunt-sucking slut."

"You insatiable whore, licking my cervix to get at Don's cock cream, and without begging for the privilege." 

I was shocked to discover he'd fucked her earlier, but continued mouthing her and in a frenzy of passion, buried my nose inside her cunt. Did I taste him? I have no way of knowing.

Julie shuddered and climaxed. Finally, my tongue, tired from its activity, caused me to quit for a rest. I gave her a last gentle lick, pulled back and smacked my lips in satisfaction.

I had just gone down on another woman and found the experience delightful. Even as I thought about it, I was amazed at myself. I HAD done the 'nasty' and reveled in it! 

Julie rose up kissed me and fell back on the bed whispering, "Let's rest."

We lay like that for twenty minutes or so, finally Julie reached down to the floor and offered me some wine. We lay there; alternately sipping from the bottle and stroking each other until Julie held the bottle up and poured the last drops across my breasts. Then ever so delicately, she lapped the remnants of wine from my now distended nipples and the valley between my breasts. 




The Story of D Ch. 04



It was a magic moment. I was warm, fuzzy brained and very content with this, but Julie's finger, lightly circling my clit, changed all that by bringing me right to the edge of coming. 

Julie suddenly said, "Wanna try to fuck my ass with it?"

"Wha?"

"My dildo," she smiled. 

My answer was slurred, but still it was positive, "Les try 'en shee wha' hoppens." 

Julie, also feeling the effects of the wine said, "I never dun this... I mean wit anybody, ever, I swear."

Being a professed medical student, albeit a bit intoxicated, I took a professional stance and offered, "We can figure it out. Sit up and spread your legs apart and bend your knees like you're at the gynecologist for a look-in exam." Julie complied, swinging around assuming the position. With a lubricated dildo in hand, I leaned in for a closer look.

Julie shifted to a squatting position and I maneuvered myself underneath and looked up at her pendulous lips now hanging down above me, seeming to stretch for my mouth. My natural inclination was to resume eating her again. I managed to pull myself in tighter; and began to munch her labia. As my tongue probed deeper I made some slurpy sounds of my own. I dropped the dildo in order to free my hand; I had my own plans.

The effect on Julie was profound and immediate. She squatted lower, reached into her crotch, separated her lips and humped my face, chanting, "Eat my cunt, Rach! Eat Julie's pussy!" 

I began lapping feverishly at the moving slit, licking fingers, clit, labia, pubic mound or asshole, whatever was before my hungry mouth. 

Julie cried out, "Oh, yes, you love licking your honey's cunt."

"Lick that pussy good, baby." 

"Give me a bath between my legs. Clean up all his sperm." 

"Arrrrrghhhh! Uggghhh!"

"Christ you're great!"

"Oh, Rach! I love you!"

"Don't stop! Don't stop!"

When I guessed Julie was ready, I inserted two fingers and fucked her furiously. I also fastened on her clit and sucked hard while batting the fleshy nub about inside my mouth. Julie took ten seconds of this treatment, and then shuddered through a powerful climax that gradually forced Julie to recline. I ended up sitting astride Julie's chest, kissing her throat and slobbering on her shoulder while trying to regain my breath. Julie just smiled up at me.

"Christ Rach, we've gotta get away from this diary of yours, we'll fuck our brains out."

"Isn't that the general idea?'"

A Hunk, a Hoke, a Burnin' Love

We turned off Collins onto Ocean Drive and I got my first look at the infamous South Beach. The first glimpse of the Art Deco buildings stunned me. Julie told me there was more of this type architecture along Ocean Drive than anywhere else in the world and that historic preservation thrives in South Beach. 

There were cantilevered eyebrow ledges jutting out over windows, and terrazzo patterns outlining hotel lobby floors. Streamlined corners and porthole windows seem as if they'd make more sense on an ocean liner than a building, still it worked for me. Add in the ziggurated doorways and Mayan doodads, and South Beach embodies an area extending an open invitation to a great time of fantasy and fun.

We toured the area in Julie's car. It took about thirty minutes, primarily because of the gridlock of double-parked cars and pedestrians in the streets. Most of the action seemed to take place on four streets - Ocean Drive, Lincoln Road, Collins and Washington Avenues - each of which is packed with sidewalk restaurants and contemporary art galleries, artists, models, arty boutiques and design shops. Julie kept up a running commentary as she wove her way through the mélange all around us. 

"There's the ballet," Julie said, "and over there to the left a couple of art movie houses, you'd love watching the movies and the patrons." She gave my thigh a squeeze, but quickly returned her concentration to driving.

"Here's the symphony," she rambled on, "and check the gaudy signs, there are literally dozens of trendy nightclubs owned by celebrities along these streets."

As we passed by Loews Miami Beach, which Julie informed me, was an 830-room convention center in the heart of the Art Deco district I ran my fingernails along her thigh and onto her mound. She shivered and tapped the brakes. It was warning enough to quit fooling around, for the moment. 

I concentrated my attention on the buildings we were passing. I had expected low-rise structures and while there were many of them, I was surprised at the number of residential towers rising high into the sky.

Well South Beach is urban all right, but it's a tropical urbanwith the beach always only a block or two away. After turning the car over to a handsome, but obviously gay attendant, we sat relaxing in one of the many sidewalk cafes along Ocean Drive, gazing out at the green park and the ocean beyond. And sipped tropical drinks while watching the zanies stroll by. 

Girls AND guys skated past wearing the flimsiest thong bikinis.

I realized that here in South Beach you have the best of all worldsthe 24 hour buzz and sophisticated culture of an entirely au courant first-world metropoliscombined with immaculate beauty and the timeless tranquility of beach culture. It's almost impossible not have a quick romp in the sand, dress shoes and all. Well how was I to know? Julie quietly removed her sandals. After stumbling once, I followed suit. I made a mental note that I could never live here, too many distractions. Pleasant, handsome, winsome attractions at that.

Eventually we moved on to dinner at Shula's on the Beach. Shula's offers great steaks with an unbelievable view. We had ours with a wonderful Cabernet on a beautiful outdoor patio overlooking the ocean. Feeling quite full of food, wine and ourselves, we set out to explore the nightspots of Lauderdale/Miami. Object: Find two guys. Fuck their brains out. What the hell, one must set goals for one's self in this life. We decided to use the "kiss" method to achieve this one.

It was a mild 85 degrees according to the radio as we doubled back to South Beach where the nightlife simply amazed me. It's kinda like going to a fashion show where the runway is the main street and car lights double as flash strobes on a thousand cameras. 

The clubs (virtually invisible during the daylight hours) come to life as the sun sets and the neon springs to life like a virusone second it doesn't exist, the next it's everywhere. Clubs line Washington Avenue with quite a few more spilling over onto Ocean Drive. Traffic is the only annoying thing about this art deco fantasy world. There are clubs to suit any taste in music. Ranging from R&B, to house, to hip-hop, to salsa, to reggae, the jammin' never stops and you can easily go from club to club, although some clubs are a little harder to get into than others. 

We settled into a place called Polly Esther's. Evidently Polly Esther's is a chain, with its music built on the cultural hits of the '70's and 80's. Amii Stewart's version of "Knock on Wood," and Heat Wave's "Boogie Nights" were the first numbers I heard playing. Later came a number of interchangeable hits by K.C. and the Sunshine Band. It was Ladies Night and drinks were 2 for the price of 1. Just what we needed. Martini's for lunch, wine with dinner and now 2 for 1 on the tropical drinks. And gasp! They weren't watered down. Full strength! Ughh! An auspicious beginning to our evening out. 

Julie and I laughingly agreed we'd landed in the middle of Saturday Night Fever; and that they had an authentic-looking dance floor, just like the one in the blockbuster movie. But music wasn't everything here: Our waitress proved to be exceptional in demonstrating the hula-hoop. Who knew what else was in store for us? 

I drained the last of my first tropical drink and took a leisurely glimpse of my surroundings. The club's décor was mostly a collection of '70s remnants that just as well might be in a display case at the Smithsonian's Museum of American History. A ledge above the front bar was lined with lunch boxes and board games that few who lived through that time would actually care to remember. A mural of magazine covers – Tiger Beat with David Cassidy, Playboy with Jimmy Connors' future wife, Patty Maguire – stretched from the entrance to the Saturday Night Fever-style dance floor. And around the corner, past the dance floor, is the club's ultimate display of pseudo kitsch: a Kiss collage. 

The bar was crowded, but only one interesting looking guy sat there nursing a beer and eating peanuts. Wearing a Hawaiian shirt, no tan, kinky blond hair, Nordic features. Probably just a few hours off the plane, taking his Michigan flesh down to Miami to blister it. I called Julie's attention to him and she said, "Hmmm. Its early, but then again, it's never too early for what we want, is it Rach?"

"When you're right you're right, Julie my love." 

"Perhaps he has a friend for you," she teased, and I cuffed her arm in a playful manner.

She reached out, laid her hand on my upper leg and stage whispered, "Let's investigate the gentleman properly my love."

The excitement of our former male stalking returned. I became moist thinking of the possibilities.

"Wait a sec.," I said, preventing Julie from rising. He's got a terrific looking bod, but what do you really think of him?"

I disguised that remark by adding, "I mean, how old do you think he is?"

"Maybe twenty-five to thirty," Julie said confidently.

"He seems to be alone, don't we want two?"

She gave me a lewd smile and her eyes sparkled. "Three sounds good to me."

"Well okay, let's give it a shot." And we both started to get up. I quickly sat down. 

"Julie, I'm a little rusty at picking guys up. Maybe . . ."

"Rachel, it's like riding a bike, come on. Follow my lead."

Julie took the hook. She'd be the one with the come on. I could hold back, make a quick retreat should it become necessary. It also served to make me a little more desirable in his eyes. A little standoffish, I became the more challenging conquest. And when we got to fucking, he'd be saving his best for me. As we approached him, my eyes caressed his body, especially his tight ass. 

Julie managed to brush a breast against him as she leaned towards the bar.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she gushed. 

"Oh I beg your pardon," he replied. "Here, let me make room for you."

With that he maneuvered his stool tightly against the one to his left, pinning that gentleman in for the duration.

Julie, using her most seductive voice, thanked him profusely, making him appear to be the most gallant guy since Sir Walter Raleigh. He actually stammered nervously after her complements.

"This is my friend Rachel," she said. "Rachel's from Minneapolis, just visiting me for a few days. I live in Ft. Lauderdale." She paused for a moment then added, "My name is Julie. I'm a real blonde."

His knee-jerk reaction to this opening gambit caused him to knock over his drink. The bartender mercifully wiped it up quickly and efficiently and fixed him another.

I placed my hand over his and told him I was glad to make his acquaintance. Up close I saw that he was indeed ruggedly handsome and very well built.

He smiled at the two of us. It was an engaging smile with a host of hidden messages.

"This must be my lucky day. Please forgive me ladies; my name is Holcomb, Holcomb Lamb III if you're interested in the whole thing. But my friends . . .

I hope I can call you my friends, call me Hoke.

This time I took the lead. "Actually, Holcomb, err, Hoke, we were wondering . . . it's so noisy in here, would you like to join us for a drink somewhere quieter?"

"Someplace more private might be preferable," added Julie.

His smile grew more radiant, and his eyes shone with a newfound lust.

"And would you ladies have a place in mind?" he said in that husky voice men acquire after a few drinks. He continued. "If not I could suggest one."

Julie solved the dilemma. "My place would be preferable if that's not an inconvenience."

"Your place it is. Shall we take one car or two?"

"Oh, said Julie, why don't you follow us?"

              ***

We parked the cars in Julie's garage and Hoke put his muscular arms around both of us as we walked to the elevator. As the door closed Julie leaned into Hoke's mouth and kissed him. I watched them, envious and happy for them at the same time. I told myself to be patient, my turn would come and eventually it did. Their kiss was long and slow. Open mouthed from the outset, I saw his tongue slide between her lips, sucked into Julie's mouth, a sensation I knew all too well. The cavity exploration had begun. She was equal to his kiss. She wound her arms tighter around his shoulders and dug her nails into his back, almost tearing through his shirt. 

Finally they parted and Hoke looked and reached for me at the same time. I pressed the stop button and the elevator paused between floors, then Hoke and I embraced. Finally, I felt his lips touched mine. Just touching, patiently lingering, it was as if time had stopped. My mouth opened and our tongues touched. Slowly, softly, the velvet tip of his tongue began circling mine. I surrendered to him, pressing myself hard against his solid body, laving my tongue back and forth across his while releasing a subdued sigh, revealing my increasing desire to have him enter me. Abruptly severing the kiss, Hoke was looking into my eyes as they opened, and said, "Ah, you liked that, didn't you. Well let's continue, shall we?" 

He pulled my head close to find my open mouth eagerly awaiting his. He sucked upon my lower lip, eventually moving to the upper lip. Then two tongues were dueling frantically. Tongues explored teeth and gums. We swallowed each other's saliva and teeth clashed against teeth as our passion began to seethe. I inhaled his smell, a mix of musk, sweat and sex and achieved a high state of arousal. Relentlessly, his tongue probed the inner recesses of my open neckline. No doubt Hoke could feel my pulse racing, as he tenderly kissed the inner recesses of my neck. Julie's hand reached under my dress and wove its way up my thighs. I moved my legs apart and her fingers found me. Hoke moaned and I realized Julie's other hand now held his cock firmly in her grip.

Our kissed ended and I restarted the elevator even as Julie returned to Hoke's arms, grinding her sex against him and if I knew her, already verging on an orgasm.

We reached our floor and the doors opened. Julie produced her key and led us into her penthouse holding Hoke's cock in her other hand. Hoke took it in the penthouse apartment while he stoked my round firm ass, then he kissed me again and kissed each of my eyes in turn. 

"You're beautiful Rachel, just beautiful," and he cupped my breasts and fondled them gently, instantly my nipples shot out stiff and hard in his palms. I felt his erection pulse as it ground against my ass. I pushed back against it signaling him to continue doing his good deed for the day.

Julie came up behind him, and sandwiched his gorgeous body between us. Her hands covered his, compressing my small tits almost flat against my chest. Best mammogram I'd ever had. We stayed that way for a minute or two, savoring the sensations, relishing what was to come.

Finally, I pulled away turned and sank to my knees. My hands sought the snaps and zippers of his slacks, my eyes remained fixed on his semi-erection. I tugged off his loafers then lowered his slacks enough that he could kick them off. As he did, Julie tugged his shirt over his head. We gazed at him in awe. Hoke was a tremendous physical specimen. He was better looking naked than dressed. His stomach muscles rippled, and seeing us gawking at him he flexed his biceps, turned and posed like a bodybuilder. But it was watching the length and thickness of his cock as it achieved full size that got the both of us. It was huge!

"Like it ladies?" he asked as he slowly stoked himself.

We could only nod. Julie had certainly picked a winner, no doubt about it.

"Well," he continued, "don't you think it's your turn now?"

I bent over and grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. Julie was stepping out of her pants and undoing her blouse. I finished first, but only just. Our bras were not unclasped, just pushed up over our tits and heads and a second later we were shoving our panties to our ankles. I left my garter belt on. Julie wasn't wearing one.

"Fast enough for you?" I said.

"You two are a feast for sore eyes, I been saving something up for both of you." Hoke said smiling, "Com'ere."

"Not so fast, Hoke darlin'," Julie said. Let's use the bedroom for our fun and games, shall we?"

Still stoking himself, Hoke replied, "Let's take it anywhere you want," and used Julie's term of endearment mockingly, "Darlin."

The three of us hurried into Julie's bedroom. Hoke took a second to gaze at the panoramic view of the Atlantic and the beach far below, then plopped himself into the middle of her bed.

"Lights, camera, action," he said, stabbing his hips up at an imaginary women.

I smiled at Julie and my lips brushed the hair at the nape of her neck as I urged her to join him first. With a tiny growl, Julie flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and leapt onto the bed and Hoke. He reached out for her, and grasping her firmly, lifted her in the air, moving her forward and up over his face, slowly he deposited her pussy upon his mouth. Julie yelped as he closed upon her clit. I decided it was time for me to join in. Reaching between his legs, I started to fondle his balls. 

He devoured her hungrily—sending her off into peals of lewd laughter—while I stoked his huge cock with both hands until I was satisfied he had attained full erection status. His cock looked like dessert to me. A drop of precum glistened on the tip and I rubbed it against my cheeks and over my lips. I love the feel of a hard cock against my face. I continued to play with Hoke's extraordinary dong, sliding my fingers up and down his width, not able to close my hands around its massiveness. My fingertips were dancing across its sensitive head in small, teasing circles. 

Hoke hoisted Julie up in the air to look and watch me gripping him in my fists, stoking him faster and harder. Our eyes locked, neither wavered until I broke contact and straddled his waist, wet my fingers and palmed myself until properly lubricated. 

He resumed eating Julie, who moaned pleasurably at his return. I was directly behind her now, and caressed the soft skin of her shoulder blades with my fingertips as she rocked back and forth on the tip of Hoke's furrowing tongue. 

Before impaling myself on his dong, I maneuvered a pillow under his hips, and with Hoke on his back lapping away at Julie, I knelt astride him so I could control the pressure, the angle, the timing. If he wanted a movie, by God, I was directing it.

As I eased on down his wickedly thick pole, I had to groan with pleasure as he filled me to the brim. Oh, there were others with long dicks who'd managed to tap my cervix a time or two, but none had ever constantly rubbed against my walls like Hoke. It seemed I could feel each of his veins throbbing inside me.

"Ummm, like the famous Mikey commercial, I liked it. I liked it a lot.

I loved the view from this position. I arched my back, shoved my hands beneath me and gripped Hoke's ankles. Hoke slid his hands under his ass, and cocked his hips up on his elbows to increase his ability to thrust deeper into me.

Julie pivoted around and was now facing me. Her face a mask of lust, her eyes closed silently she moved above him, she controlled their tempo. Her eyes opened and she leered at me as she watched me moving, grinding my pelvis down upon Hoke's. 

She was squatting high enough above Hoke that I could see part of his tongue licking her. I found it extraordinarily exciting. I knew she was getting off on his tongue and from watching as his cock reamed my cunt because she began scratching her fingernails down along his chest and across his nipples. 




The Story of D Ch. 04



"Does that feel good, Hoke?" I asked.

"Mufff Urr." Was all he could manage.

"Don't bother him now for Christ's sake," Julie shrieked, "I'm there. I'm there!"

"Ohhh, Hokie baby! Right there! Yesssss! Go baby! Go!"

"Oh, Rach! This guy . . . Ahhhhhhhhh!"

"Yesssssssss! Oh, fuckin' suck that twat!"

"Do it! Do it! Do it!"

As for me, good old Hoke was chafing the hell out of my pelvic region as he maneuvered his cock in and out. Did I care? Fuck no! Tomorrow Julie could salve the rawness away with her magical mouthtonight . . . well, I was rocking one way, Hoke the other, thrusting up, bowing his back as he raced towards his orgasm. 

I started to shout myself, "Come on Hoke! Let's go faster Honey! Oh, Oh, Ohhh!"

I came first and rolled off him, one hand going right to my clit and strumming to beat the band, the other motioning Julie to jump on his pulsating cock that still continued to pump and stab only now it was at thin air. 

Like a cowboy leaping onto his horse, Julie catapulted from his mouth onto his quivering dong and cupped his balls as if they were the pommel of a saddle. She was near and he was close, I was coming, it was a terrific orgasm for me. I continued to spasm through another climax as I watched Hoke strain to hold off and Julie pound furiously to reach her climax. Finally she did and rolled off Hoke and reached out for me. Oh I was there for her; I knew Julie and what she liked. We embraced and French-kissed. She sucked my tongue while it searched her warm, hungry mouth. Her mouth was warm and soft; her tongue tickled as it danced around the sensitive underside of mine.

I was in paradise. I felt Hoke's hands on my thighs, then under them. He spread my legs wide apart and lifted until I felt them settle on his shoulders, and as his tongue lapped me I began to pump my hips into his mouth. 

Julie and I ended our kiss and I groaned at the loss of her wine-coated mouth and tongue and groaned as Hoke began to do wonderful things with his humming-bird quick tongue. I simply adored this hunk, so gallantly attending to his ladies while ignoring his own needs.

Julie repositioned herself and leaning forward took him into her mouth. She moved tentatively for Julie. I've seen her suck cock many times, but Hoke was troubling her. Of course I thought almost giddily, his size is most intimidating, no?

Hoke helped Julie relieve him leaving me for a moment to grip her blonde hair in one hand while moving her head back and forth with the other. She gagged, but forced herself to take him deeply, deeper than she was usually willing to go. Hoke was into it now, as he began some serious thrusting at her, and she moaned in apparent discomfort, but let him do it. 

As she became more comfortable, he returned to eating me. I was in a languid, dreamy state, kind of between orgasms, when Hoke suddenly stopped sucking me and began grunting. He pulled out of Julie, jerking himself furiously to a climax. I almost came again watching his long ropes of sperm fly through the air landing on Julie's breasts. He layered her breasts with his cum. One spurt! Two spurts! Four spurts! 

Julie's pointing finger dabbed at the jizm strung out across her breasts and the sperm clung to it as she brought her hand to her mouth and tasted him. Hoke motioned me to join him and in tandem we licked his cum from Julie's breasts, alternating this with sucking and pinching her nipples. I felt her quiver several times at this treatment and Julie came again, I'm sure of it. 

We rested for half an hour or so, then Julie remembered her role as hostess and got up to prepare something to eat and drink. I contented myself with licking and sucking Hoke's testicles. (In the background I heard Julie on the phone.) This brought him to a semi-erect status, but he chided me for wanting to go too far, too fast. He rose up and stretched the cords in his arms and his back rippled without his even being aware of it. I was primed and ready to go . . . again.

A few minutes later the intercom buzzed. Then Julie returned to the bedroom with two large trays. Pizza! And Beer! 

"Just the thing to keep the party going, right guys?" she said.

Hoke replied "the very best thing to party on with, for sure."

Then Julie produced my diary. "And here's some entertaining reading to also help the party along."

Julie!" I cried out in protest.

"Oh, Hoke," she said, "You've got to hear some of Rachel's hot little diary."

"Well read to me my sweet pussy-lipped lass." He said, reaching for his second slice of pizza.

"Okay, sorry Rach, but I know this will get us underway again."

I could only frown. I was still horny as hell, but didn't want Hoke sharing in my private life.

Fit to be tied

"Well now, said Hoke, "Are you girls serious with your games?" 

"What kind of games?" I said. 

"The tie me up, tie me down, kind for openers," he said. "Or maybe you'd like a little spanking?"

"We're not into serious pain," Julie said. 

"Nothing serious," he said reassuringly. "Let's use Yellow as the code word to stop anything before it goes too far, okay?"

"Yellow it is," I said.

"Yeah, yellow," Julie chimed in. Shimmying out of her robe and palming her pussy in anticipation. 

Hoke's dinger was at attention. Taking advantage of his position next to the bed I began jerking him off. God, I loved handling him almost as much as having him inside me.

"Ummm," he sighed. That's nice Rachel, very nice. But why don't you find some scarves or something so I can tie our friend to the bed?"

"Can do," I said and hopped to it. Rummaging around the bedroom dresser until I located two. I handed them to him and he began to secure Julie's wrists to the bedposts.

I wandered into the kitchen looking for something else to tie her feet with and found the last slice of pizza. It was cold, but hell I was hot enough inside to heat it going down. I found some cord in the closet and returned to the bedroom, the pizza crust hanging from the side of my mouth. Handing Hoke the cord I asked if he wanted another beer.

"Sure would. This is hard work," he grinned at me and flexed his cock, making it jump. Both Julie and I took a fit of giggling and asked him do it again, and again. He was happy to oblige and we were like kids at a magic show, agog at what he was capable of doing with it.

"You're sure you're not going to hurt me?" Julie asked.

"Nope, hey you've got the code word and Rach is here, what else could you want?"

"I... I... I don't know. Somehow...."

"Come on Julie," I said, trying to build her confidence, then realizing it was the fear of the unknown that heightened the pleasures in these games.

"Be a big girl," I caressed the lower side of her right breast, gradually my thumb reached her nipple and I flicked it. It doubled in length in seconds. Bending over I took it between my teeth and feigned biting it off. 

"That looks good," Hoke said, "mind if I chomp on the other Rach?"

"Nope," right good tastin' if I must say so myself."

We played with her nipples for a good five minutes, while Julie struggled with her constraints. It was obvious she was enjoying this treatment.

My hand drifted across her stomach, fingers riffling through her scant pubic hair intent on fingering her for a while. Only Hoke beat me to it. My hand met his as he was withdrawing his finger from her cunt.

"Want a taste Rach?" he asked.

"Sure, I know fine food when I see it." I giggled, feeling foolishly nasty.

He laughed and Julie whined, "Hey, hey! Don't leave me empty guys."

"Lie back and shut up," I ordered, feigning the tone of a Dom.

Not the least intimidated, Julie sniggered and then barked a terse, "Fuck you!" 

I promptly wormed my index finger up her asshole. Since it had not been lubed, 

I know it hurt some. Not much, with all she's had up there, but enough to get her attention and quiet her down. 

Hoke began fondling her body paying serious attention to her more sensual parts. Starting at her ankles, he alternated kisses with feathery stokes and licks. I picked up her other bound foot and took her big toe into my mouth, pretending it was Hoke's cock.

Julie commenced to moaning and groaning and twisting and turning. I glanced up her torso and found her nipples still fiercely erect. A second look provided the reason. Even as Hoke made love to her calf, his fingers probed inside her cunt, most likely seeking her G-spot. 

Moving on to her second toe, I managed to make her kick out as far as she could, considering the restraints, from a simple ticking along the sole of her foot.

Julie gasped and her pelvis arched up . . . down and up again—holding what must have been an uncomfortable position. From her reaction I surmised Hoke had located the spot. He grinned at me, as I absorbed a second toe in my mouth.

Sucking gently, I looked up as Hoke's third finger effortlessly entered Julie, only to quickly withdraw. Julie's stomach muscles rippled in a contraction-like response as he moved back in deeper this time, and as his other hand meandered around to support her lower back, he brought his hand to her mouth and said, "Have a taste."

Eyes closed, Julie opened her mouth to accept his moist fingers. I left her foot and returned to her breasts, drawn by her swollen, stiff nipples. Since she was bound hand and foot I played roughly with them, tweaking and tugging and biting hard enough to make her cry out. When they were sufficiently red, I crawled down and across her abdomen and tongued her belly button. Hoke had fingers in her cunt and asshole, alternating his strokes. Julie moaned and twisted in pleasure, not really placing any stress on her bindings. She was close. Hoke increased his tempo and Julie responded with a series of trembling, jerking movements that were obviously restricted by her bonds. 

"She's coming!" I hollered.

"I know, I know!" Hoke gasped as he increased the pace.

"Oh, my God!" Julie wailed. She sucked in a deep breath and moaned, "I don't fuckin' believe this!"

Thrashing wildly, she screamed out, "Still cuuuuuuuming! Ahhrghh! Ughhh! Ughhh! Urghhh!"

Now her feet and wrists had turned bright red and I moved to undo her bonds and keep her from hurting herself.

Hoke withdrew his hand and watched; caressing her stomach and arm as her body heaved and shook. 

Her eyes fluttered open after ten or twenty seconds, she might have been taken for dead had she not been panting so heavily.

"Rachel?" Her fingers pulled softly at one nipple.

"Yeah Julie?" I reached out and squeezed the other nipple gently.

Julie sharply drew in a breath.

"Eat me honey. Please...eat me?"

"Sure baby, sure."

Gingerly, I shifted to a kneeling position between her legs. Hoke was dangling his cock in front of her face and she was feebly trying to capture it as he laughed at her.

"Ooooh, still cuming . . . feels great," she said. Then in mock anger Julie yelled at Hoke, "Bring that cock to me Hokie or I'll bite your balls off."

He presented himself to her swollen lips and she devoured him; slurping like a crazy woman. That's all I saw for a while, for I closed my eyes and dove into her pussy.

Oh, I heard sounds and stuff. I heard him plop from her mouth as Julie decided to add a commentary to my actions upon her.

"Lick that pussy good, baby." 

"Give me a bath between my legs. 

"Arrrrrghhhh! Uggghhh!"

"Christ you're great!" 

"Another one, Jesus!"

"Another one! Who'd believe this shit?"

"Oh, Rach! . . . . Rach I love you!"

"Don't stop!"

"Ooooh, please don't stop!"

A poignant sigh, then, "Ummm." Followed by wet, sucking sounds as she no doubt recaptured Hoke's dong and deep-throated it once again.

I increased my attention to her clit. Knowing its level of sensitivity, I avoided direct contact with it, contenting myself to caressing and rubbing and sucking only the area surrounding it. At the same time I used two fingers to lightly massage her lower belly and play with a wisp of pubic hair Julie retained on her mons. Then I returned to her clit, blowing on it until it swelled and began pulsing like a miniature hardon. I pounced on it and drawing it into my mouth just as I would a cock. That did it for her. Apparently Hoke ejaculated his load into her throat just as I brought her off. I glanced up and saw Hoke jerking himself off and spurting on her neck and cheek. Julie allowed a moan to escape through clenched teeth as her pelvis pounded against my chin. I moved away, covering her mons with my hand as she thrust violently in the throes of this sumptuous climax. Her body gave off a glow as the light cascaded across her sweat-speckled chest and belly.

"Just where are you from Hoke," I asked as we all lay quietly panting on the bed.

"Chicago. Well, actually the outskirts of Chicago. A place called Cicero."

"Gee, I had you down as a Michigan stud."

"You're close. I was born in Plymouth."

"Really?" I replied pleased with my prognosis.

He rolled over gracefully and sat up.

"I've really enjoyed myself ladies. But I've gotta get a move on."

"You're leaving us?" Julie whined, running her hand over his chest.

He kissed her nipple in return.

"Yeah. Got a six AM to Chicago that I can't afford to miss."

We exchanged names and addresses and phone numbers. I knew I'd hear from him again, after all, Chicago and Minneapolis are not THAT far apart.

In a few short minutes he was fully dressed and ready to leave.

We spent a good ten minutes kissing and fondling him and managed to raise his cock again. I worked him carefully, deliberately trying to bring him to one last orgasm. But Hoke reluctantly withdrew it from my mouth and started to return it to his shorts. Then he paused and said, "What the fuck. One more once. Spread 'em Rachel!"

Bending over the couch in the living room, I presented my best side to Hoke. When I felt the first rubbery strokes of his tongue licking my ass, I uttered a cry of surprise and delight. Julie joined in by grasping (I was looking back between my legs) Hoke's cock and positioning it against my hole. With a flick of her wrist she popped it up and inside me. I groaned in anticipated pleasure.

Pressing my ass back against his stomach, I forced him deep inside me. My cunt was ooooh so sensitive as the searing heat of his head careened against my inner walls. My pussy itched for more, more, more. My inner muscles squeezed him as hard as they could. He appreciated it, and started using a jackhammer pumping action. I was close!

Julie started playing with me then, slipping a finger into my ass as it rocked back and forth against Hoke's stomach. Talk about fulfilling!

Someone . . . it had to be Hoke, had cupped my tits and was flicking and pinching my nipples. I was in heaven! 

Hoke eased up and resorted to series of slow, slam, bam thrusts that seemed to touch every nerve ending in my cunt. God he felt soooo good in there. I wanted it to last forever, but naturally I lost control and began to hump Hoke in a frenzied fashion, lunging back against him even as he rammed back at me. My muscles continued to milk his cock. I said a prayer of thanks for the countless kegels I'd done to help me achieve this rhythm and Hoke responded by varying the angle of his thrusts. My tits were flying this way and that--had they not been small tits I might have hurt myself. Then it came. Roaring through my body, sweeping all other sensations aside and slamming me into a gorgeous, swooning climax. Hoke's cock plopped out of my cunt and Julie's mouth replaced it. I remember tonguing Hoke's mouth as Julie managed to help me retain my orgasm(s) for an indefinite length of time. 

I must have passed out. When I awoke Hoke was gone and Julie had her hand up my pussy to the wrist and it felt so gooood. I entwined a hand in her hair and kissed her deeply. We hugged each other tightly and went to sleep. It was one-forty-five AM. 



The Story of D Ch. 05



Chapter 5

Allie Strenwich

"Let's see now. 'kay, here's where we left off reading the diary. You don't mind if we don't start at the beginning do you Hoke?" Julie asked.

"Hey, whatever turns you on; and I WANT to turn you on, Baby." 

Did I say that he's got the cutest dimples on each side of his mouth when he smiles?

Oh, I digress. Hoke has become somewhat active . . .

His middle finger was worming it way into her pussy. Julie braced herself against the headboard and raised her left leg onto Hoke's shoulderopening herself to his fingers or whatever else he was inclined to stick in there. I was still pissed about sharing my secrets with him. That is until he pulled my head close to his cock and closed his eyes.

Julie began to read I began to suck. I loved the taste of his meat in my mouth: 

Dear Diary: I really don't know if I should even record yesterday's happenings. Sheesh, it was embarrassing, I mean . . . I'm serious now, I didn't know what this girl, this Allie Strenwich, was up to until it was too late. Julie had to explain it to me later after Allie'd left and Julie came home. Oh . . . I'm rambling. I guess if I'm gonna document this I should start at the beginning.

I returned to the apartment around four. Julie was out. About twenty minutes later the buzzer rang and I opened the door to a tall, thin girl wearing a black raincoat and black boots. She asked for Julie and I told her Julie hadn't gotten home yet, that she was welcome to have a seat and wait for her. One particular thing about her struck me as odd. Her short, black hair had a white streak running through it, reminding me of a bolt of lightning. 

She sat down and just kept looking at me. Staring hard. I began to get fidgety and nervous and asked her if we'd met somewhere around the campus. Just trying to open a conversation, sheesh! 

She crossed her legs and I was surprised to see nothing but leg almost to her hip. Curiosity got the best of me and I asked if she'd like me to hang her coat up. 

She rose up and said with a smile, "I thought you'd never ask," as she removed it and handed it to me.

She was naked! Well almost naked, she wore a collar around her neck and that was it! Oh, she had a tattoo of a cartoonish train that ran around one hip and entered her pussy (shaved!) and exited from her ass! 

Freaky! But her doing this made me Hot! Hot! Hot!

She told me to call her Allie and asked me several questions that I have forgotten. Well, no I haven't, but they were so blunt and embarrassing I won't repeat them, but they centered on my immediate feelings. 

I must have been reduced to a babbling idiot because Allie took control and started to order me around. To my surprise, I obeyed her.

In a harsh, no nonsense tone, she ordered, "Pull your panties down to just above your knees, and hold the hem of your dress above your waist." 

I did as I was told. Standing like that, I began to feel the first twinges of embarrassment. She looked at my exposed belly, groin and thighs for a little bit, then walked past me. I heard the squeak of the couch as she sat down. 

I stood there, my face crimson, my backside exposed to Allie, knowing I had been told not to move. There was total silence. I closed my eyes, wanting something, anything, to happen. 

"Leave the panties at your knees, but drop the skirt and come here." 

(I found Allie so powerful with her mind and voice, that I couldn't help myself, I did what she asked me to do. Almost without even knowing better! I was shivering, not from the cold, but from the sheer excitement of it all. 

Turns out Julie put her up to it, to give me more of an education. I mean, I didn't even recognize that she was a dominatrix that's how backward and immature I am. As I write this I've concluded I'm also vulnerable, possibly too trusting as well.) 

I shuffled over to her and stood there waiting.

"Shall we begin, darling?" Allie asked. 

"Spread your legs as far as they'll go."

"That's it, good. Now take your hands and open your cunt for me."

"That's it, c'mon, all the way, so I can look into you, so I can see what is mine now". 

I spread herself for her, I was embarrassed and had never felt so exposed before in my life, yet willing, perversely enjoying the wanton feelings that washed over me. 

"Good girl. Look at you Rachel, I can see your clit throbbing, I can see the wetness seeping out of you". 

I blushed even deeper, imagining she could see these things; I was intensely aroused. 

"Now take both thumbs, hold yourself open, and rub your clit with them". 

I complied, my thumbs quickly located my hard little button. I gasped at my own touch.

"That's it, baby, feels good, huh? You're such a hot little slut, aren't you Rachel? 

"Yes, Allie, I'm a slut . . . a whore . . . " 

I was rubbing faster now, the good feeling building, moving with the speed and diversity of mercury droplets down my legs and up to my nipples . . . 

"Hold yourself open hon, that's it, wider, wider . . . good girl!" 

She watched me; I closed my eyes, my mouth open  I was gasping, panting as I rubbed my clit faster and faster. 

"Stop!" she said with quiet authority. "Stop!" 

I groaned but stopped rubbing. 

"Put your hands at your sides, now", she said a little harshness crept into her tone. "Move!" 

She was close now; I could smell her sour breath gently caressing my neck. Gingerly, my hand moved to my throbbing clit.

Once again she spoke quietly, but with God like authority. "Stop! You miserable cunt! Stop, you poor excuse for a slut!"

God, I was soooo close. From deep within me a guttural moan escaped. But I stopped. 

"Please, Allie, I can't. Please," I whined... "I have too.... Oh, God, Allie, why?"

She cut off my words with a hiss. 

"I own you, now, my piss drinker to be. That's not your orgasm coming on, it's mine! It belongs to me. I'll lend them to you to have when I feel you've earned them". 

I stood there wobbling on my feet, trying to catch my breath, tears coursing down my cheeks. 

"Do you understand me, slut-cunt?" 

My head was spinning, but I knew the answer.

"Yes, Allie", I whispered hoarsely.

"Good. Then we can proceed."

Humbled, I awaited her next command.

"Lose the bra."

I unhooked it and dropped it on the floor where it draped itself immodestly across my right foot.

"Take off those stupid panties."

"What is that stupid design on them, ducks?"

"Yes Allie," I said as I complied, pushing them down to my feet and kicking them off. At the same time I nudged the bra off to the side. My head was down, afraid to look at Allie.

"Break down and buy some decent shit at Victoria's or Frederick's tomorrow." This as she walked around me, inspecting me. 

Allie took my right hand and placed it behind my back, just above my ass, likewise with the left one. I felt an electric tingle as Allie briefly touched my inner thigh, and indicated she wanted me to spread my legs a little further. 

"Look at me", she commanded, and I did. 

I had a moment to appraise Allie. For a thin woman, Allie is in good shape. She is tanned, with good muscle tone, small, pointy breasts with prominent nipples. It is the last I get to see of her; because she now puts a blindfold over my eyes, which totally deprives me of sight, of light . . . I am in a world of my own, where everything is black, where there is no reality. 

As she adjusts the blind, I feel her naked breasts touch me here and there, and it stimulates methis intimacy with another woman whom I don't even know.

Placing a hand lightly on my ass, her thumb crept inside the crack of my cheeks. She began to guide me across the room. I bumped against something knee-high---it must be the couch I thought. She guided me onto it. It was the couch. Allie has me carefully positioned until I am on my hands and knees. Next, she spread my knees apart then with her arm across my shoulder blades compelled me to get down on my elbows. 

I realized how exposed I was in this position, ass thrust out, legs wide apart, providing access to my cunny and ass. 

I am mortified, but exhilarated. I'm confused and acutely aroused. I'm no longer just wet, I'm flowing, leaving a slug-like trail of juice down my legs. I'm ashamed my brown hole is visible, and curiously thankful I have very clean habits, but secretly hoping Allie will probe into it.

I recall an awareness of just how rock-hard my nipples became without my being aware of it as I felt Allie's nipples slide across my back and it sent thrills through my body. 

Allie began to stroke me. Such gentle stokes. One hand resting on my ass, the fingers of her other hand roamed over my slit, caressing and probing the wetness there.

Suddenly I felt a great weight on me -- Allie must have dropped onto my back and I collapsed, my tits squashed beneath me with the sudden jolt, causing quite a lot of pain, a jab, first in each breast, followed by a dull, thudding pain. I wanted to clasp my hands to my tits, to soothe the pain out of them, but I couldn't because of Allie's weight on me... well sitting on me is more like it. I felt her slit pressing against my spine and found myself thinking, "Is she wet, or do her pussy lips just feel cool? 

Without warning, Allie's hand returned to my ass and started sliding up and down my slit with her fingers. I started to moan in pleasure; my climax has never been far away. Ever since we started, I've been on the edge.

Suddenly, I received a stinging pain in my right cheek as Allie slapped it, and another sting as she smacked the left one; then came a series of explosive slaps, compelling me to wiggle my ass in both pain and pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building. Then she was running her fingers through my pubic hair. 

Allie began to repeat a deft alternation, varying between spanking, caressing my sore cheeks and teasingly touching my pubic hair, before becoming more invasive. Her finger slid into me just after a particularly hard smack. I took an express ride to heaven and almost came as Allie's finger found my G-spot and frittered there as I shuddered and headed for my long awaited orgasm. 

But she stopped.

I realized that I was trying to shove my pussy onto her hand. I don't ever recall being this horny before.

Allie renewed her spanking, widening the target area, alternating between my upper legs and lower back as well as my ass. Her slaps traveled lower and lower until reaching the inside of my thighs, then gradually worked their way up to my exposed cuny, until finally she slapped my engorged lips. 

I remember vividly bucking in pain, nearly throwing Allie off me, but with my legs forced so wide apart and her sitting my back, I can't get enough leverage to raise myself.

The spanking continued, relentlessly raining down upon my poor, sensitive cuny. Even as I cried out in pain, I am getting incredibly hot, physically and emotionally. I feel my lower lips swelling more and more, both from the punishment and from my getting so incredibly turned on.

I was biting my hand and crying when Allie spoke to me in the kindest voice I'd ever heard. 

"Well?" she said, "are you ready?"

"Oh, it's so good, I whined. "Please, please... I'm, oh, am I going to come? Are you gonna let me?" 

"Not yet. And what's the magic word my little slut?"

"Please?"

"No, try again."

I'm thoroughly confused, but realize I've got to come up with the right answer.

Without warning, Allie smacked my ass again. My poor ass was raw by this time, but I was loving each smack.

"Too much time Rachel. What's the fuckin' word?"

SMACK!

"Recalling a childhood game I tried a feeble, "May I?"

"Very good! Very good. You're an apt student Rachel and I shall reward you for being correct."

"Go on, bring yourself off. Quickly now."

With that I start humping my fingers up and down against the couch, moaning as I came and came and came.

"You're dribbling that juice all over the couch you sloppy bitch! And I receive another wallop that only serves to bring on another orgasm. 

There were several more smacks. I was too fucked up to care. I remember Allie picking me up and wondering how such a thin, frail person could carry a cow like me. Then I was lying flat on a bed. She spread my knees, stretched my arms out. I thought I must look like Jesus on the cross.

I was panting, babbling incoherently. Then she flipped me over on my stomach and told me to kneel. I complied quickly. I heard a jar top being pried off and then Allie's fingers---coated with Vaseline? Tickling my asshole. One second of dread, two seconds of dread . . .

"Arrrrgggghhhh!

She rammed two fingers all the way up my ass. Christ that was painful!

"Quiet cunt!" was all she said to me.

She withdrew the fingers almost entirely out, but immediately pushed them back in to her second knuckle. Then she commenced fucking me with them.

It hurt like hell each time she pounded into me. But then I was hollering, "Fuck me Ohhh, fuck me Allie, please fuck me! Please!"

It stopped as suddenly as it started. I sobbed quietly from lingering pain. Allie rose off me. I tensed up again, imagining what was next.

"You are enjoying this", Allie suddenly exclaimed. 

"You are the perfect little punishment slave. But we can't make things too easy for you."

Once again I feel Allie's weight upon me, this time she sat on my belly. And yes, she really is wet herself, I can now tell for certain!

"Oh no", I cringe, realizing what's next. 

"Don't hit my tits, please don't hit my tit's." I beg silently. But I said nothing and have no-one to blame when my fears came true and the slaps start raining down on my poor, tiny tits, intermingled with excruciating flicks against my nipples. My breasts wobble. I bite my lip and endure---feeling a warmth creep into my breasts both from the outside stinging slaps inwards and from the inside out, until my breasts are molten lava.

Then there is nothing but silence. I could hear the clock ticking in the next room. Allie exhaled, sighed with satisfaction and rose off me. 

I lay there concentrating on the hot spots of my body. My tits, which I could feel quite distinctly from one another; my ass, my cunt; and my agonizingly engorged clit, but above all, I waited for her next act, for surely there would be more.

Allie removed the blindfold. I blinked several times before my vision began to clear.

"Look at me," Allie said.

I did. Her eyes were sparkling.

"No look at my cunt."

My eyes traveled down her thin torso to her shaven cunt.

"Look at my clit."

It had been pierced. There seemed to be a replica of a small bone thrust clear through her clit. My mouth fell open in surprise.

"Don't gape you shit!" She reached out and pinched my left nipple and I howled in torment and pleasure.

She reached down to her clit and placed the side of her left thumb on the hood, and with her first two fingers slowly tugged on the glans, teasing herself. I watched entranced as her clit pulsed and stiffened with pleasure. 

I was literally shaking with excitement. I wanted desperately to suck it. Too lick it. I wanted to stick my tongue up her ass. I wanted to do all the obscene things with her. My hand was between my legs, imitating Allie. I thought I'd faint from the ecstasy I was undergoing.

"There," said Allie, pulling back the hood with the first two fingers of both hands, "Look." 

The crimson glans, fully erect and pulsating, stood out. I could hardly breathe---someone was pounding on the inside wall of my chest.

My mouth divined Allie wanted me to taste her and I did so. 

Her hands rested on my head. As softly as I could I sucked her little cock. My fingers eagerly broached their way into her pussy and brought up a gob of fluid from Allie's vagina. I gently massaged it along the underside of Allie's clit.

"Oh my God . . . oh my God . . . oh my God . . . Rachel, you're an angel of mercy," Allie moaned. "Don't stop. Don't stop."

Allie began whispering in a fevered tone, but I couldn't decipher what she was saying. I was on the cusp of coming a ton myself and could only take short gulps of air. Allie was masturbating openly, using three fingers while her thumb was strumming her clit like a guitar. 

"I'm gonna come slut," she croaked. "Get your mouth down here and suck me off."

"Me too," I said.

"Fuck you! Get down here!"

Ever so lightly, my tongue touched her clitoris. The touch was nearly as light as a feather. I could taste her juices, her engorged bud screamed out for my attention. I began sucking it as if it were a cock and Allie screamed with pleasure. 

"Put your mouth to me"

"Eat my pussy"

Suddenly, her hands were on my head, my hair tangled in her fingers as I lapped at her lower lips and clit. It was so hot down there, I gasped for breath just as her thighs closed around my head. I moved my hands to her ass to maintain my balance and gradually thought to insert a finger up her ass as she'd done to me. I felt her stiffen in surprise and perhaps pleasure as she moaned and tightened her grip upon my head. I found it difficult to breathe and in desperation, jammed another finger up her ass. Her grip relaxed, and I drew a lungful of air deep into my chest.

Still I wanted more than anything to please Allie, to win her praise. I concentrated on bringing on her release. Wildly licking, sucking and swallowing her sweet juices which flowed freely down my chin. She pulled my head up and I looked up at her but couldn't see her clearly because my eyelashes were wet with her as well.

"Put your hand inside me," Allie grunted.

Instantly, my fingers curled inside her, and I pumped and twisted for all I was worth. Allie shrieked in pain and joy. She held tightly to my hair with one hand and yanked on my nipple, making both my breasts dance pointedly and angrily. Finally Allie shuddered and cried out from the intensity of it. Her pelvis jerked spasmodically as she came, and as I removed my hand (in up to my wrist) she gushed her juice over me and the couch and floor.

Allie never said another word. Without washing the residue of fluids from her, she donned her coat and left. I lay there transfixed, stunned and completely satiated.

Thirty minutes later Julie arrived and helped me get into bed. Just as I was about to doze off, she told me she'd arranged for Allie to stop by and meet me.



The Story of D Ch. 06



Chapter 6


Talk about Your Most Embarrassing Moments . . .


Dear Diary: 
No classes today, Hip, Hip, Hooray! 

And I got caught off guard again. Woe is me!  I should have suspected something when Julie tugged me along to Hamilton Hall last night. The subject was 'Roles --Top, bottom, switch. What are your inclinations? Where do you fit? Bound or binder? Dominant or submissive? Sadist or masochist?'  It was interesting kinda, sorta, but not for me --- I thought.

Today Julie headed home to visit her Mom and pick up some do re me. Silly me decided to take in a matinee at the campus theatre. It was a pleasant day out, I didn't expect to find many students inside and I wasn't disappointed. Wearing a blouse, shorts and tennis shoes I sat in the middle row, midway down the aisle, feet up on the seat in front of me, delving into a enormous box of popcorn, enjoying the opening scene from 'Sleepless in Seattle' for the umpitith time when someone tapped me on the shoulder. 

Instinctively I whirled around and yipped in surprise. It was Allie!

"Show me your tits." Allie whispered, loud enough for me, but hopefully not for the others nearby to hear. 

I didn't hesitate, or even look back at the couples seated behind me. I simply pulled my blouse from my pants, and lifted it up to reveal my braless tits, taut and proud, their nipples brown and standing up. 

"So pretty." Allie said leaning over the seat next to me. "Now, flick your left nipple and make it as hard as it can be." 

I did exactly that, The forefinger of my right hand rubbed and pinched and flicked at my left nipple until the pleasure of the contact made it stand up in its full crinkly glory. 

"Does that make your pussy all wet and gushy, you naughty girl?" Allie asked. 

"Yes, Allie." I replied in a submissive voice that satisfied Allie for the moment. 

"You want to be my bitch?" She asked tauntingly.

The words clung to me like a morning fog to the grass. Was this my moment of decision? The discussions at Hamilton Hall last night rushed through my mind. What did I want? I decided this was a good time to find out. I turned to face her, not expecting anything far out of the ordinary for we were in a public place. 

"Well?" she questioned impatiently, "Answer me, slut." She was deadly serious.  

I started to stammer, stopped and nervously nodded affirmatively.

"Good! That's settled then. All right, follow my instructions. Don't even think about not complying, understood?"

"Y . . . yes Allie," I stammered.

Her elbows were on the seat behind me now. I felt her breathing on my neck and ear as she whispered, "You can start by pulling on both your nipples." And I heard her quiet giggle. It sounded evil. Oh, it wasn't evil; Allie wasn't evil, that's purely my perception of things at the time. I wanted her to be evil I guess. 

I was unbelievably horny by now and put aside the fact that I was in the theater with others sitting nearby. Any interested party could see what I was doing. My fingers grasped my nips and circled them before pulling on them as instructed. I had to catch my breath as the sensation roared from my nipples to my cunny. Allie kissed my earlobe and told me I was doing very nicely. It made me even hotter. 

Unexpectedly, Allie was next to me, her hand gliding softly up and down my cunny, which I could swear was foaming with excitement. 

"Allie . . . " was as far as I got.

"Shush!" she hissed at me. "Lift your butt up."

I did and she tugged my shorts down. I wasn't wearing panties. With my shorts around my ankles, Allie spread my legs apart and inserted a finger. 

I came instantly.

"Keep pulling those nipples," she whispered harshly enough to penetrate the red haze I was in. It was starting to hurt, and I told her so.

"Do I give a fuck?" Allie said. And then by way of explanation she told me, "It's supposed to hurt."

"Now put your heels up on the seat and lift your ass up for me."  Quickly, I complied. 

"Take a look to your left slut," Allie said laughing softly.

To my horror, two young teenage boys were staring at me, their popcorn dribbling out of their box onto the floor. Suddenly I discovered that I'm an exhibitionist, and I arched my body as high as I could and found myself asking Allie to spread my pussy lips apart so that they might see every move I make. Her finger slid back into my pussy and I could hear the juices squishing from her poking finger. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Wondering if the boys could also hear it. I got even hotter at the thought. My nipples were numbed with a pleasant discomfort by this time, yet I continued pulling on them as if milking myself.  

"Switch," Allie says. I didn't understand what she meant.

"Switch, slut, I'll take your nipples now, you play with yourself. Give the kiddies a good show while you're at it."

"That's right . . . do it, Rachel." Allie's voice was thick and her hot, wet fingers drove thrills into my cunt as she pinched and pulled my poor nips. I began rubbing the area around my clit with two fingers and jammed another two fingers deep inside me as a series of low moans escaped my throat. 

My peripheral vision told me the boys had moved to the end of our row, gaining courage from their horniness. I didn't care if they wanted to fuck the shit out of me I could feel I was going to come again. 

Suddenly Allie stopped pulling on my nipples and took one in her mouth sucking hard on it. That and my delving fingers bring it on. I couldn't help myself and pushed my mouth into my arm to muffle a scream as I came. I started thrashing and bucking out of control as the orgasm raced through me. My body slid down in the seat, dragging Allie with it and I wrenched forward and grabbed Allie's head forcing her face down into my cunt.

"Eat me! Eat me!" I cried out. "Please I'm begging you!"

My legs went up on her shoulders and I felt the first touch of her tongue. One of the boys was brazen enough to touch my nipple; the other had his cock out and was frenziedly jerking off. I clenched the walls of my cunt around Allie's tongue and moaned with joy as one of her fingers found my asshole. 

The young kid was squeezing my breast and it hurt, but it hurt soooo good, The masturbator groaned and came, ropes of cum landed on my face and hair. Some of it I managed to lick away before reaching for the other kid's cock. I was coming hard on the throes of Allie's skilled tonguing as I gobbled the kid's cock in my mouth. He took mere seconds before unloading in my mouth.

I swallowed it all, reveling in the sweetness of his taste. Then told them to fuck off and they did, running from the theatre laughing like crazy. I could only imagine them telling their friends about me. My arms still clutched Allie around her neck as my tremors began to subside. The afterglow stayed with me for the longest time. It had never been like this before, I couldn't move, I felt paralyzed, but so relaxed.

 After waiting patiently for me to recover, Allie helped me dress. We left the movie and stopped for a cold drink before going back to my place. 

I had my key out when we reached my apartment door, but Allie took it from me. I was startled at this and looked at her awaiting an explanation.

"We're not going inside just yet. I want to test you. Will you obey me?"

"After what we've just been through, of course my darling Allie. Of course."

"Good," she said kindly enough, "then strip right here. I want to examine you."

"But . . . "

"No buts, strip right now, right here."

I did as I was told. She checked my nipples and nodded her head in approval. "They did grow longer Rachel, how interesting."

"Look, oh you can't see, but your asshole is still puckered open. It hasn't closed. Shall I put something up there?"

Before I could answer, Allie issued another command.

"Get down on your hands and knees."

"Allie," I protested, "someone might come along . . ."

"Shut up Slut!" she harped at me.

I hurriedly got down on all fours. Allie promptly began administering a light spanking. To my ears each slap sounded like a pistol shot. I was sure some doors would start to open, after all, only girls lived here and you know how nosey they are. To be caught might mean expulsion. Still the very thought of the danger involved brought me to the edge. Then I heard it, footsteps! Someone was coming up the stairs!  

"Allie," I gasped, "Someone's coming!"

"So what," she said as if she were bored.  "You think they've never seen a cunt before?"

The sounds grew closer. They were headed our way! I panicked and pissed myself. Allie saw my stream and kicked me in the ass. I fell forward and amazingly stopped peeing. 

"You stupid slut!" she yelled! 

I wanted to die I was so humiliated. I imagined every door was opening and everyone peeping out at my predicament. I was sniveling, with tears coursing down my face when I saw the shoe near my nose. Slowly and totally degraded, I peered up. It was Don.  

"Ohhh, ohhh, Don . . . I . . ." Words failed me.

A familiar voice said, "Why don't we let her into the apartment now Allie?" 

Julie! It was Don and Julie! This was humiliating but not the end of my scholarship.

"Alright," Allie said the disappointment heavy in her tone. She permitted me to crawl into the apartment and closed the door behind her.

I was mortified, ashamed, chastened and worse, but my body responded to this debasement in the strangest way. Looking back I have to say the result is the maybe the greatest thing since discovering another use for my Malibu Barbi doll. 

Even now, as I call upon the memory of those moments, especially since I'm using a vibrator at the moment . I've just discovered there's a milder but similar turn on in writing about it, it's just a bit . . . embarrassing (now where'd I put Barbi?)

But let me get back to last night.

Allie commanded me to remain on all fours. She moved behind me and told Julie and Don to sit down and enjoy my discomfort.

"So you want to piss on the floor, do you?"

"Allie I did. . . ."

"Shut up you cringing cunt! No one gave you permission to speak."

I hung my head, realizing Don and Julie were not going to interfere, but would be watching my discomfort with pleasure. 

"Now," Allie began, "Rachel, you've shown me great disrespect by pissing in the hall like a Goddamn dog. Hell even a dog lets its master know when it has to go."

She sighed. I could hear Julie whispering to Don. Something about "tricks for us." But I couldn't really grasp what she was saying.

As Allie began to speak again, I realized what Julie had be telling Don. I was going to piss for them! I was to give a demonstration!

Allie continued speaking, "On my command, squat over this pot in front of your friends and piss into it while they watch. 

Demoralized, I squatted over the pot, hoping my aim would be good, otherwise she' d threatened to have me lick up the urine from the rug I hovered over. I couldn't make myself pee!  I strained, even grunted. But nothing happened.

Allie approached me and struck my behind with what I later learned was a riding crop. It hurt!

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Piss for us slut!"

I couldn't piss, but I was becoming excited from the stinging welts and deeper humiliation.

"Look at this, everybody," Allie said harshly. 
"Isn't this disgusting? Look how wet she is, look how her cunt shines!  Is that piss or cunt juice?"

Julie spoke up at this point. "I believe she still hasn't pissed Allie. My guess . . . oh, look, there's something dripping down her leg! My guess is she's coming without your permission."

"No . . . Allie . . . it's from the movie, remember?" I weakly protested.

"No matter," Allie said curtly dismissing me as though I wasn't even being heard. "Would you like to punish her Julie?" Allie asked.

"Well . . . Don, why don't you stick a finger in her snatch and let her suck your fingers clean?"

"It would be my pleasure," and he rose from his chair and approached me.

Don came around behind me, and squatted. I felt his fingers trailing along my ass to my hole, which he tickled.

That did it. I toppled over and started to come.

"Watch your hand Don," Allie warned and lashed my back four or five times with the crop.

"You don't come until I say so, understand?"

"Yes Allie."

"Get back over the pot."

I did.

"Go ahead Don, she'll stay put for now."

Don resumed his tickling caress. I concentrated as hard as I could to keep from coming. He took his time exploring my genital area before inserting two fingers inside me. His thumb continued to tease my puckered asshole. I was close, oh so close. I was wet enough to have accepted his whole hand. I snuck a peek at Julie and was surprised to see her rubbing herself; she was getting off on my torment!

For the first time, I realized I was being treated like a slave. I had this incredible need to feel obedient to her. It seemed to me that I wanted to know that she's in charge, making the major decisions, not because I can't, but because I wanted to relinquish control.

My bladder finally responded, and I managed to pee into the pot. In the process some urine hit Don's hand. That brought another two smacks of the crop, but they were light and only for show.

"You slutty bitch."  Allie screamed. "Pissing on Don, we'll have to punish you for that. Get up! Pick up the pot and take it into the toilet and empty it."

Hurriedly I rushed into the bathroom and emptied the contents into the toilet.

"Stay in there! Get in the fucking tub and lay down," Allie commanded. 

The realization of where she was going with this registered instantly. I was both horrified and excited beyond description. I clambered into the tub and drew my knees up to my chin and placed my head down upon them. Don was now naked and climbed into the tub and stood over me. 

"You understand I need to even the score don't you Rachel?" he said softly.

I nodded.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he said sternly.

I peeked up at him and saw him holding his semi-erect cock with two fingers. It was aimed at my face. Allie grabbed my hair and yanked my head back as Don released his stream of urine. I kept my eyes tightly closed as his piss splattered against my face, mouth and neck before coursing down my body in a hundred different streams. The warmth of his urine contrasted with the degrading feelings I was encountering had a highly erotic effect on me. I was getting hot again. Then Don was shaking the last few drops on my breasts. He turned the water on and I opened my eyes at the sound. He was rinsing his feet off. As he stepped out of the tub, Julie climbed in and turning her back to me crouched and let loose a torrent of piss directly above my cunny. I had become light-headed, but heard Allie's next order clearly.

"Open your cunt for her, you slut." My hands complied and Julie redirected her stream directly into my cunt, bombarding my clit. 

It was the same sensation I'd get when masturbating. I started to come again even as I wondered where she'd gotten this much pee from. 

"I don't fuckin' believe this" I moaned as I writhed beneath the spray. I watched fascinated as Don handed Julie a wad of tissue with which she wiped herself and left the tub. Then Allie joined me and scooted down facing me.

"Kiss my cunt first Rachel." Obediently, I squiggled down and kissed her shaven lips. My tongue worked its way between her soft, moist folds and darted into her opening. Then she let loose a torrent of piss right in my mouth and face before I could sputter and spit it out. 

Allie left me in the tub and after sitting there feeling soiled and humiliated for what seemed an eternity, I got up and made my way to the toilet and threw up. Then I took an hour-long shower and went to bed. 

They were still all in the apartment, I could hear them talking and laughing about what had happened, but didn't care to eavesdrop. I fell asleep feeling very, very sorry for myself. 
When I woke up, Julie was in bed with me, her head between my thighs, I curled my fingers in her golden hair and drifted back to sleep.

Funny, but now as I write this the only thing bothering me is how I'm going to look Don directly in the eye, I'm almost ashamed of what I did in front of him, not what he did to me. Hey! What'd I just write? I'm almost ashamed of what I did in front of him. That tells me I'm not really ashamed of what happened, hmmmmm?

Well let's just see what tomorrow brings. Goodnight. 


                  Girl Talk


The pilot announced over the speaker system that we were coming into O'Hare and to fasten our seat belts. After closing the diary and grabbing my bag from the overhead rack, I did. I was still boiling with rage. How could I have not remembered it was Julie who seduced me in the first place? Who put Allie onto me just to get me closer to her? God, what an idiot I'd been. And after all these years Julie practically repeated her earlier performance. Now I was beginning to wonder if that was really her husband, or some lover playing a role under her direction. I was infuriated. I never wanted to see or hear from her again. 

Forcing myself to think of other things I spent the next few minutes rearranging my itinerary since tomorrow I'd be back at the clinic. The plane touched down at O'Hare and while I felt I was ready to hit the ground running, the usual delay in the connecting flight awaited me, so I found a secluded seat in the terminal and started reading the diary again.


Dear Diary: Three days have passed since my humiliation by Allie in front of Don and Julie. Oh, I know they participated, but I do so love Julie. But I still can't face anyone. I haven't gone to class; I'm just too embarrassed to leave my room. I can't figure out why I'm sexually drawn to Allie. (Maybe I'm afraid to face it, but my decision is to walk away from Allie in the future, no matter how horny I get.) I've told Julie and she's said she'll honor my decision. So, goodbye Allie wherever you are, and good riddance too.

Anyway, yesterday was Saturday and after spending the morning cleaning up, I devoted a couple hours to finishing a report and reading two chapters for my Botany class. Nothing was on for later and admittedly, I was bored out of my mind. So I kinda, sorta wandered the halls looking for someone to gab with. It didn't take long. Robin Joost, a dirty-haired, unkempt blonde from downstairs, was pounding the Coke machine in a vain attempt to either get a Coke or her money back.

She noticed me standing there and said, glancing at me sideways, "Fuckin' machine eats my money and never gives out with the sodas." She was so agitated I figured it was her time of the month. (Later I found this to be true.)

"Here," I said, "let me try," and I dropped in the correct amount of change and promptly received a Coke. Handing it to Robin, I asked her what was going down around the dorm that afternoon.

"Nothing much," she said, opening the can and taking a long drink. Offering me a drink, she said, "Me and the other girls are gonna hang out tonight, ya know, just bitchin' and moaning about life, guys and whatever. Why not come over?"

I brightened up a little and replied, "Maybe I will. Thanks Robin."

"Hey, thank you, you bought the Coke. Oh, I'll call ya, let ya know whose place we're at. See ya later Rach."

Around seven, I hung up the phone after speaking with Robin, it was still raining cats and dogs outside and Julie's just woken up after her late date with Don last night. They had dibs on using the apartment for fun and games, so that's another reason for me to be elsewhere. 

I showered, threw on a tee, tugged on my jeans and headed down the hall barefoot, figuring I'll enjoy an evening of messing around with the girls. Girl talk---shit like that.  




The Story of D Ch. 06



Someone was singing inside, the door was open and I walked in, nodding to a girl across the room sitting on a sofa and waving hello to Robin. The door closed behind me and another girl popped out from behind it and greeted me by asking if I wanted to buy in on a pizza delivery.  

"Count me in," I said. 

"Pardon my manners," said a pretty, petite girl about 5-foot tall, with light brown hair about shoulder length, but last night it was in a ponytail. " I'm sure you don't know everyone here. I'm Meg. Meg Maitland."

She had a great smile. It sorta went with her wide, Julie Roberts like-mouth. She told me she was twenty and a junior. Meg appeared to be happy-go-lucky about most things and was quick to tell me she wants desperately to meet Mr. Right. 

Turns out she's an honor roll regular like Julie and I. 

Hmmmmmm, I found her very attractive, especially with those pert, pear sized tits and a lovely ass, the kind that men turn around to watch go by. It's her best asset by far.

Meg took my arm and led me around the room introducing me to the others.

"Our lead singer here is Robin, who I think you know and over on the sofa already half-juiced is Doris."

Doris Mitchell, to be exact. Nineteen years old and a sophomore, yet another blonde, sporting a terrible dye job. Turns out she's a great dancer, having studied ballet for over ten years. 

I admired her pliant and graceful form as she lay prone on the sofa. I noted her small breasts, (Ummm, but later that evening I found she had a delightful pair of puffies) and like Meg, Doris had a great ass and legs to match. She's kinda tall, maybe 5' 6" in flats, with an oval-shaped face complemented by a nice nose accentuated by a nose-ring. 

Later she was to tell me she's plagued by a severe acne problem she thinks is hidden by judicious use of make-up. I discovered she has no idea of a sensible diet and survives on fast food. Her teeth should have been braced, weren't and are kinda crooked. (Another discovery later that night was that her pussy's shaven.) 

Doris had no eyebrows—she plucked and penciled in the irregular lines that pass for whatever. She definitely needs help with make-up advice. Overall assessment, not too intelligent, but she'll cope and she's really nice.

Robin Joost, of course I'd run into earlier. She's a twenty-one year old junior. I'd call her pretty, not beautiful, with a rounded face that doesn't quite blend with the rest of her. Her blue-eyes are her best feature. Not gifted in the breast department, she has smaller than average tits, the start of a beer-belly, (or maybe she was just bloated from ya know . . .) chunky thighs and a wide ass. Gonna be a heavy babe in later life, no question, but an honest person, who'd do anything for a friend. 

Looking around, I saw the place was exactly like mine, but in reverse. Two bedrooms, a kitchenette next to the bathroom entrance with the basic mini fridge, a stove and a microwave. There were several posters on the walls, the group from "Friends," two rock stars I didn't care for and some stud I'd never seen before who probably had a sock stuffed into the tight jeans he was wearing. I took a long look at him and Meg caught me licking my lips, so I giggled and asked what time he was coming over. (So...I'm crazy about socks. What's new?)

"In our dreams," Meg said grabbing her crotch and laughing.

The living room had a large beige colored sofa with fat, fluffy cushions and four oversized pillows. Meg pointed to the sofa and said, "Our guest bed."

"Neat," I said and we both giggled nervously. The mandatory 21" TV with VCR stood across from the sofa.

We started gabbing about things in general while waiting for the pizza. To help kill time, Robin got us to wondering what the pizza guy would look like.

"He's gonna be tall, dark and handsome," Robin offered.

"No way," cried Doris. Shifting her butt around on a large pillow, getting comfortable.
"He's gonna be a complete dork, with zits that kill at thirty yards."

We all laughed at that, and then I threw in my two cents, "A blonde haired stud with an earring and a nose ring. And he's gay!"

More laughter, then Meg gave us her opinion. "Italian. Black hair, a little . . . what's the word? Oh yeah, swarthy. Yeah swarthy, but hung like a stallion," Meg groped her crotch for emphasis.

Doris, laughing with the rest of us said, "I hope Meg's got it right. Maybe we should jump this guy and see if she's right."

Robin threw a pillow at Doris, but before a full-fledged pillow fight broke out, the bell rang. The moment of truth was at the door.

She was at least eighteen, and a gorgeous redhead. She was delighted to find a room full of girls instead of horny guys. Her name was Amy and she could only spend ten minutes with us before running out to her next delivery, but we all enjoyed the visit and promised to ask for her the next time we called.

Robin went to the fridge and handed everyone a cold beer. It went perfectly with the pizza.

As I was finishing my second piece the conversation picked up again. Doris started rambling about going out and having a great time singing in her car and cuddling with her two kittens. 

Meg tapped my arm and said, "I think one beer may be one too many for her."

She might have been right, 'cause Doris continued her monologue.

"My favorite quote is: "Each of us are angels with one wing and we can only fly embracing each other. I am a dreamer and love to have deep conversations all the time. I read and swim whenever I get a chance. I'm looking for someone that is honest, respectful, and compassionate and above all, enjoys life to the fullest. You must be silly and serious at the same time, yet spontaneous and a good planner too."

"What the hell was that, your resume for the Miss America Contest?" Robin smirked at us as she got up to get us another round of beer.

Doris arched a penciled eyebrow, and continued. "I love getting out and doing things that make me happy like watching movies, skiing, hiking, travelling, just getting out and about. I'm not looking for a one nightstand, or even sex. I'm just looking for someone to share my life with, my dreams, my goals, and my thoughts with someone who can appreciate them for what they are. You must be intelligent and know what you want to do in your life and have goals set. I'm also very picky when it comes to age. 

She stopped and accepted the proffered beer from Robin and took a long swig.

"What about age?" asked Meg.

"Huh?" said Doris.

"You were talking about being picky when it comes to a guy's age." I reminded Doris.

"Oh?" she said, and took another drink, wiped her mouth and continued. "Oh yeah," and she burped. We all looked at each other, but Doris acted as though nothing had happened. 

"Yeah," she said again, pointing at the far wall, "I never want to get involved with a guy over thirty. That's old enough. In fact, that's too fuckin' old. Make that twenty-eight."

That was the last of Doris for a while. She stayed with us of course, but seemed to be in a fog of some kind. I guessed it was the beer.

Meg picked up the conversation and held our interest as she touched on something near and dear to every girl's heart. Beauty Tips.

"One of my closest friends is Lebanese," she began, "and she has beautifully distinctive features, big brown velvety eyes, and rich curly black hair. Sounds like a babe, right? Well, like all babes, she has some hang-ups, and her biggest one is under the eye circles."

Robin and I hung on every word. I can't vouch for Doris at this point, but she seemed attentive in a weird way.

Meg continued. "Since she first brought my attention to this pesky problem, I've been obsessed with it. What's a girl to do when she looks like a raccoon? For starters, there are many rationales for dark circles," and she counted them off on her fingers. "Menstrual disorders, stress, lack of sleep, bad nutrition, or over-exposure to the sun."

I nodded in agreement. Robin began working on another slice of pizza. 

"While we all know our eyes look purple and puffy after a bad night on the town, I know now that most circles appear simply because the thin skin below your eyes allows dark blood vessels to show through."

Robin's mouth was open and not for the pizza, she was really interested in this, I wasn't, being a firm believer in getting my eight hours every night. Well almost every night. 

Meg was wound up about this subject and chattered on. "So while the bad news is that you're never going to get rid of your circles completely, the good news is that you can conceal them! 

"How?" Robin and I said together, then giggling like idiots grasped pinkies to make a wish.

"I'm glad you asked," Meg smiled. It was as though Avon had called on us. I felt the chimes ringing instead of hearing them.

"When covering circles, use a concealer one shade lighter than your normal foundation. I've learned that because under-eye circles are purplish in color, a yellow-based shade will contrast with the circles and conceal them more effectively. My friend swears by Laura Mercier Secret Camouflage. She says it's a little thick, so she mixes it with moisturizer and dots it on with her ring finger. Finish off your concealing with a layer of pressed powder."

It was my turn to wow the girls. "There's a little more to be said on the subject Meg." I began.

"Oh" she said, and covered her surprise at my response by reaching for a cigarette and lighting it.

"As a pre-med student I've learned that in certain cases, dark circles are more than just an unfortunate cosmetic liability. They can be a symptom of certain liver disorders. Also, poor nutrition, dehydration, and lack of exercise all contribute to general bloating and bad skin. If those post-party puffies continue long after the night out, chances are your lifestyle is catching up with you. Do yourself a favor and re-evaluate your health habits." 

"Oh, yeah, right," said Meg, a mite chagrined at being one-upped.

Robin, standing next to the window, chimed in, saying, "The temperature's dropping faster than Clinton's pants!"

We ran to the window and sure enough the rain had changed to snow. And that bought up dry skin as a topic. We took turns (except for Doris) explaining how we dealt with it.

I kicked off.

"I have one word of advice: MOISTURIZE! I use Avon's Skin So Soft lotion every morning on my body. For my lips, I'm constantly applying Elizabeth Arden lip balm, and on my hands, Neutrogena body lotion with sesame oil."

Meg stood up and approached me, coming very close and inspected my face. Then with a small, slightly superior smile, she said, "She's probably right about that, her lips are very kissable, at least to me."

I blushed and began to wonder if . . . no! No way!

Meg continued talking as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. "All right. I have really dry skin, ya know? At night, I put Vaseline petroleum jelly on my feet and other really dry spots. After, I put on socks, then in the morning my feet are smooth. For my hands I love Vaseline Dual Action Alpha Hydroxy Petroleum Jelly Cream."

Robin interrupted to ask how she remembered such long a name and triggered an onset of giggling from the rest of us.

"I just do," Meg replied seriously. "It's really thick, but it's not greasy, and it has a nice scent. The only problem is that it doesn't come in a bottle larger than 4 oz! 

Robin entered the conversation adding, "I think using a humidifier helps keep your skin hydrated. And, it helps you breathe better and sleep better, especially in these winter months." 

"That sounds plausible," said Meg.

Robin continued, "After I take a shower, I rub baby oil on my skin while I'm still wet. Cause it really helps keep my skin soft." 

The room went quiet for a while. Then Doris returned from where ever she'd been to ask, "How is it that some of us just don't seem to understand how some people can lock themselves away in their rooms, study hard and make great grades, yet remain totally sociable and active?

I didn't want to field that one, but Meg didn't seem to mind. She told Doris that in her opinion, "It starts with self-discipline. You've got to get rid of all but one extra-curricular activity. Then find one satisfying hobby to help you take your breaks from studying, and forget television and video games unless you can honestly say you have the power to turn it off in about 15 minutes. Once you find something you can do on your study breaks that you can easily break away from to study again, then you're set."

Meg took a swig of beer and continued. "Get some V8 or whatever to keep you cool and calm while studying. Never lose your head over math problems or whatever it is you're "so bad at." Find your professor and get help. As long as your professor sees that you're studying and doing the homework, they'll be willing to help. Don't forget they're only human and get frustrated with students who ask for extensions. Ya don't wanna do that. And if ya gotta ask for one, wait until the following semester to do it again. If you're focusing on studying, you'll get better at it and within several months you'll be able to study less and socialize more because you've found your grove. Yeah, going to class is a definite plus. The easiest thing to do is skip class. It's just too easy to do it again."

Robin and I clapped our hands in glee. Just like the idiot contestants on "Family Feud" we cried in unison, "Good answer, good answer."

"What a summation," I said. "Gonna be a lawyer or what Meg?"

"Might head in that direction if my grades hold up and if nothing else catches my interest in the meantime," she said raising her hand to her mouth to cover a yawn. I thought she was anything but tired.

"Very sensible," I said. "Got any more beer?"

"Sure," Robin said, jumping up and going to the fridge and coming back with three cold ones.

"Doris," she said kindly, "there's Coke and Sprite if ya want 'em."

"Thanks," Doris said. She was looking out the window at the newly falling snow. "Maybe later. I'll help myself. 

I checked my watch; it was nine-fifteen, plenty of time left in the evening. We finished our beers and discussed whether or not to play a game.

Robin left the room for about five minutes. She returned having shed jeans and sweater for a pair of silky red pajamas.  She poured herself a glass of white wine before asking us if we wanted to join her in a glass. Meg and I opted for some; Doris declined and opened a can of V8 juice.

Doris drank directly from the can, wiped her mouth and somewhat pensively asked, "What is it that people do that makes you the angriest?" 

I know this question caught me by surprise. Doris was gaining my respect as a question raiser. It's not easy to develop a good question. Perhaps, I thought, I might be underrating her.

Robin immediately responded with, "Date rape."

Bingo! I was hooked; these gals were talkin' some good shit. 

Meg curled her legs under her and asked, "Would ya tell?"

"I dunno . . . I guess I would," Robin replied, puzzling over her own answer.

"Wouldn't it depend on the circumstances?" I asked.

"Like what?" said Doris.

"Like under some circumstances I might take it to the grave. Maybe I'd blame myself for goading him on . . . I don't know." I started to blush in embarrassment at my lame answer.

 "What about the shame of it all?" Robin asked probing deeper.

Meg swallowed and said, "Well. If I were raped on a date . . . I'd have to wire home for more money to get him to do it again. This girl's been horny for some loving for over a month now. Wahoo!" 

She howled like a wolf and grabbed her crotch for the second time that evening.

No one else thought it funny.

They looked at me. I'd never given it any thought and said so. But then some ideas floated down from my brain and I said, "It's easy to sit here and say I would definitely tell someone. It's easy to sit here and say I know what I'd do if it happened to me. Ya know what though? The truth is I don't know what I'd do. Like you can think you know. You can believe you know, but after it happens, everything takes on a different perspective, ya know?

They were all frozen in place, hanging on my every word. Embarrassed, I blushed but continued speaking. 

"It's unlike . . . it's unlike any feeling you will ever feel. I mean think about it. The emotions bombarding ya, You feel dirty, ashamed, used, betrayed, frightened, confused, or hurt. Or, all of 'em, 'cause so many emotions hit you at once. I think that with all those things coming at you . . . well it's too much to handle. Rape victims, well . . . quite honestly they face getting raped all over again each time they have to relive it . . . or tell someone, and even going to court for justice and retribution . . . well ya gotta face that scum, or maybe he's not scum. Maybe he's just a guy . . . one who you still have strong feelings for. So you have to make a choice, do you tell and deal with all those feelings ya have, or do you just pretend nothing ever happened and try to go on with your life? What choice do you make? What's the right thing to do? It's a personal choice, right up there with that of abortion. One you have to come to ultimately within yourself."

 Doris crushed her V-8 juice and walked to the sink and flipped it in the garbage bag sitting there, turned back to us and said softly, "Wow."

"I'm so sorry Rachel," cried Meg, tears running down her face as she hugged me.

"We never should have opened that door," said Robin, "I'm so sorry too Rachel," another hug.

"Hey, wait a minute guys . . . I've never been raped. I was only . . ."

They were all staring at me.

"I was only trying to answer the question. I put myself in the victim's place and went from there."

Doris pouting, said, "My God, it was so... like real."

"Let's change the subject," I said, "what's the dumbest, most embarrassing, or retarded thing you've ever done?"

Doris was first with a response. "One time two friends and I were like at these pop machines, ya know? And I deposited my change and all that, pressed the lil' old button, heard the clink, clunk, clang of a can coming out, ya know? So I reach down and, like nothing's there? So I'm flipping out, "Where's my coke? Ya know?" 

Her face was animated as she related her story. 

"The friggin' machine ripped me off! Ugh!"

It seemed the later it got, the sillier we got, and we were giddy anyway, so to no one's surprise we were all laughing, even Doris.

"Anyway," Doris continued, "I'm pissed and getting even pissier . . . is that a word? Cause my friends were all laughing at me, ya know? Yeah, like right now, ya know? And this other guy---not a real stud, but okay I guess---is behind me waiting and he was laughin' too. Like, I couldn't figure out why. So I reach down again. No pop, no change, no nothing. I start saying I'm going into the store to tell them their friggin' machines ain't worth shit, when one of my so called friends points out to me that I was looking in the wrong slot. For some crazy reason there were two places for a pop to come out and right next to it my cokes were laying there plain as day. Duh! Needless to say I felt like an idiot, ya know? 

"Great story Doris," Robin said looking at me and no doubt recalling her own antics of that afternoon.

"ARRRGG! Hello, Robin," I managed before doubling up and falling helplessly to the floor. 

"Shut up!" Robin shrieked and threw a pillow at me, then dived off the sofa, landing on my stomach. 

Whoosh! 

Somehow, I never figured out how, my hand wound up under her pajama top. I didn't plan it. But I cupped her breast and found her nipple hard and resilient. We rolled over and she wound up on top. Slowly, I removed my errant hand.

"Orgy, orgy! Cried Doris, before piling on top of us and without any fanfare, groped my cunny, then started undoing my zipper. 




The Story of D Ch. 06



Robin held me in check as Doris did her thing. I was stunned. We didn't know each other that well at all. Before protesting, I realized I'd started everything. Although they must have been waiting for some signal from me to begin fooling around. This was confirmed when I caught a glimpse of Meg, tugging her own jeans off. 

Doris didn't stop until I was nude. I lay there, passive, panting heavily, while Meg and Robin finished removing their clothing. My mouth was very dry.

Robin's got a cute face, but I'd never really noticed her body before. Up until that moment, she was just an average girl with small tits to me, but now, for some reason, I found myself really noticing her. She wasn't skinny at all, her tits were small, but perky looking. And she had these great looking, puffy nipples. They stood out like strawberries, ripe and lush begging to be nibbled on. 

"Is it cold in here or are you just happy to see me?" I giggled. 

Doris just sat there staring at us, like she was checking us out or something. 

"Well Doris?" Meg asked. "You gonna pick someone or not?" 

"Oh, yeah," she said, licking her lips and blushing a little. I wondered what she was thinking? I found out soon enough.

Doris looked at me and asked, "Can I go down on you Rachel?" 

"Does a bear shit in the woods?" I said spreading my legs for her as I collected a mental rain check on Robin. Robin moved aside and opened her arms to Meg. Then I noticed the tampon string hanging out of her. So she did have her period, I thought.

Doris nodded absently, staring at my body as she kicked her panties off. Standing above me, she looked extremely tall as she leaned over me. I looked up at her shaved pussy and its glistening lips for just a second. It was so wantonly sexy. Tentatively, I raised my hand to touch her. Gently, I stroked a finger across her smooth, bare skin. 

"It's so smooth," I marveled.

"Oh baby, don't stop," Doris teased, pushing her pelvis closer to me.

I glanced over to Robin. I couldn't help it, it wasn't like there was somewhere else to look. I could feel that little tremor of nervous butterflies in my tummy, like when you're making out with a guy for the first time, and he starts to go a little too far, and you kinda want him to keep going, but you think you should tell him to stop. Like that. 

I rose to my knees right in front of Doris. She parted her thighs wider, making room for me. I was face to face with her pussy. I could smell the wetness of her sex. The scent was driving me wild. After pausing just a moment longer to admire the view I said, "Doris, let's do sixty-nine, okay?"

I squirmed, as Doris knelt between my legs and tilted her neck closer to my cunny. 

"Sure. That works for me," and she gracefully spun around and into the position with her knees alongside my head. Synchronized sucking, I'd call it. Can't describe it any better.

She was face to face with my dark brown, thickly bushed pussy. (Try saying that five times in a row.) 

My face plunged into the fatty pad of her shaven mons veneris. After feeling Doris shiver with delight, I raised my face for a better look and used my fingers to separate her outer lips. The smaller ones beckoned to my tongue, which inched its way through them slowly licking and sucking their way around her clit. Doris was a gone job already. 

I smacked her behind to get her working on me. Alternating between teasing her clit and sucking on her small lips, I managed to drive her to a quick climax. 

But I was only beginning. I had to show these girls I could go down with the best of them.  Shortly, after initiating this foreplay, both sensitive areas were engorged with blood and I giggled as they expanded like a deformed hardon. I paused for a second to admire the view, then resumed my tongue fucking. 

Oh, Doris was doing pretty good on her end too. She had me wide open, tonguing my inside folds and teasing my clit. She halted for a twinkling and said in a muffled voice, "Damn you taste soooo good!"

"YES!" I heard Meg holler, "Jesus, just like that! yesss!

"YES!" Meg shrieked again, loud enough for the whole building to hear. Robin had evidently sucked her clit inside her mouth, and was flicking her tongue across it as fast as she could.

 As much as I wanted to look I couldn't. Doris had clamped a pair of trembling thighs tightly around my head as her orgasm built up. Hey . . . mine wasn't coming in on tomorrow's stage either.

I worked a finger into her ass and off she went, but I couldn't stop. Her pussy tasted so good I couldn't leave it alone. I kept licking and sucking and fingering her until she flopped like a fish out of water and squirmed off me babbling, "No... no more, no more, please, no more."

I was smirking, satisfied with my performance and wiping her juices from my face as she shuddered beside me.

"I'm so sensitive after I come," Doris explained shyly, shifting so her pussy was no longer an easy target for me. She was pouting and I couldn't resist kissing her. Her response was instantaneous; we tasted ourselves through one another's tongue. I slithered down to her breast and suckled contentedly on one of her fabulous puffy nipples. She appeared to enjoy this and held my head in her hands as I drew hard on her ruby reds. Scrumptious!

I was free to check Robin and Meg out and did. Robin sat by Meg with a hand over her shoulder a finger lightly resting on the top of Meg's distended nipple. Robin's pear-shaped tit nudged into Meg's arm; from where I was I could tell this minor contact was greatly exciting Meg. It was in Meg's face -- eyes closed, nostril's flared and teeth bared in a lustful grimace.

Robin leaned over and took one of Meg's nipples into her mouth, then bit down with her teeth. Meg gasped and put her hand behind Robin's head and pulled her away. Meg was beginning to breathe very heavily as Robin moved sinuously away and behind her. 

Everyone heard Meg's pleading groan. "That's nice. Lick me some more. Ouch, that hurt a little.  Please don't, Oh, Please, please, Ohhhhhh..." 

Meg's body arched and I saw Robin was now licking the crack of her ass and probing her asshole but not entering, just teasing it. Meg was beginning to lose control.  Robin continued to probe with the tip of her tongue, while her fingers meandered up and down the outer lips of her pussy.

Meg began grunting, "Ugh. Ugh. Ugh." Actually more of a faint growl than a grunt, as she shoved her ass back at Robin's tantalizing tongue.

Beads of sweat stood out on Meg's forehead and upper lip. Robin contented herself with licking up the juices flowing from her as they trickled over her cheeks to the valley of her asshole. Once cleaned she'd push and probe with her tongue to renew the flow. Her back gleamed with perspiration. She was working very hard at satisfying Meg.

 Both Doris and I were red hot again, Doris hoarsely whispered that she wasn't so sensitive anymore, and we could go at it again if I wanted to.  

Robin shouted at Meg, "I told you I'd fill you up. Your ass is so pretty. I love sucking it." 

Doris, her lips nibbling on my ear lobe croaked, "Now I'm going to eat you honey." 

And she spun around and I felt her tongue wash over my cunny lips as Doris played with me. My eyes closed and I went rigid. It was coming on and I sensed it would be a great one. 

Doris immersed her tongue a full four inches and whipped it around. I came in a violent wave, then came again. Doris kept sucking like a runaway vacuum, until tiring a bit and then she switched to her fingers. In minutes I came again. 

Doris was crooning to me, urging me on, and pumping her fingers into me frantically, flickering against my G-spot, nipping at my clit. I couldn't contain myself and screamed. 

"Shit, oh, I'm cummmmm... Ooooh, ooooh..."

"Doris, please, please, more, more, it's...  Shit!"

"My clit, my clit!  Suck it!  Ohhh shit! Oh Doris...you're wonderful!"

"Ummmmmmm, ughhhhhhhhhhh . . ."

Doris was chanting a mantra in my ear, "Come for me baby, come for me baby!

Seeing movement above me, I looked up. Meg and Robin stood over us; their eyes bright as they kinda participated in my orgasm

Meg squatted down next to me and started fingering herself. Robin was hugging her breasts.

Meg must've cum again 'cause her knees buckled and I watched as she mouthed a silent prayer of thanks.

Doris continued bringing me off. Pulling my clit into her mouth and lashing it fiercely with her serpentine tongue. Finally I was overwhelmed by a gigantic orgasm and then blacked out.

I was revived with kisses from the three of them as they gently brought me back down. Robin stroking my upper thighs and ass, Meg laying butterfly kisses on my face and Doris licking the juices from my stomach and belly.  

I was shaking even as I tried kissing each of them in return. Robin helped me to my feet and I wobbled over to the sofa and sat on a towel Meg had placed under me. Doris pointed to a massive wet stain on the carpet and we all laughed crazily. Secretly I hoped it wouldn't come out.

Doris played bartender and poured us each another glass of wine. I chugged mine and asked for another. I was dying of thirst. I took it easy on my refill and watched through drowsy eyes as Robin began to work each of Doris' nipples in turn, until Meg scooted in beside her and took one for herself. Doris had her eyes closed and her fingers frigging her pussy.

I wanted to join in, but was too tired to do anything. So I stared as Doris' nips grew rock hard and the girls bit down on them---causing Doris to make a series of, "Ooooooo, Oooooooo, Oooooooo's."

Soon, Doris started to come. It was strange, like watching an underwater ballet. Doris' hips surged upward and then settled back for a time while she continued to make that "Ooooooooooooing" noise. It sounded like total gratification and maybe it was. 

Doris' head was back with her back arched like a bow when she came. Robin dropped to her knees pulled Doris' hand away and pushed her mouth against Doris' pussy and sucked hard. Doris groaned and came again. 

"Suck me honey." She moaned.

"Soooo goooooooood."

"Ohhh, honey soooo goooooood!" 

"Bestest ever, I swear to God!"

"Mmmmmmm, ummmmmmmmmm."

"Jesuuuuus! This is so goooooood!" 

When Doris calmed down a little, I helped Meg place her on the sofa and she fell asleep. Her body twitched while she dreamt of the great orgasm just past. Her hand never left her pussy.

I dozed off myself and on awakening, found I was enflamed with an urge to eat pussy. I looked around the room for Meg and Robin. Meg had her breasts pressed against the frosted window, I don't know . . . chilling them? Robin was on the floor behind her, using a dildo on her. It was a fascinating scene, for they were keeping to the same rhythm, Meg rolling her breasts against the ice cold window, Robin thrusting the long, pink dong in and out. I could see the firm grip Meg's cunt had on the dong and with each outward movement, it appeared Meg's pussy was being pulled inside out. I had never seen a pussy do this before.

I knee-walked over to them and placed my hands on Robin's wide ass, spreading her cheeks. Her head whipped around to determine who was behind her and she smiled down at me. 

I returned the smile and bobbed my head down and licked the crevice of her ass. I gave her the same adoring look I gave Hoke when I blew him. 

She seemed to like it. Robin assumed the doggy position and my fingers roamed along her pussy's long, drooping lips, separating them but respecting her time of the month. I returned to her ass, permitting my tongue to rim her other hole. She sighed and reached back to me, found a breast and slowly caressed it, waiting for my nipple to harden. When it did, she squeezed hard, making me gasp in pain.  I allowed a thumb to tease the rim of her ass and she began to quiver.

Then Meg was beside me, leaving an abstract design on the windowpane. Her cold breast pressed against my arm, she was breathing heavily, and urgently whispered in my ear, "Fuck her with your fingers, she wants it really bad. Go ahead, I'll work the dildo into you."

As my two middle fingers slipped into Robin's ass, Robin cried out, "Yesss that's it, oh that's it! Fuck me, fuck me there! Oh that's good! That's soooo good! More fingers. Please try to get your hand up there. Mmmmmmmmmm, yes! Fist me baby!"

I giggled, and told her she sounded like Oliver Twist asking for more gruel. I was going to tell her I intended to work it in up to my elbow if possible, but Meg was twisting the dildo into me as if it were a corkscrew. It hurt, but before I could protest, it was into me about 8 inches. There was nothing left for me to complain about. 

I concentrated on getting everything I could up Robin's anal cavity. Using a generous amount of Astro-glide, four fingers managed to worm there way into her rectum. Robin helped the situation by fucking back for all she was worth, her hips thrust back against my hand movements. I pulled out, gathered more Astro-glide, bent my thumb into my palm and managed to insert my entire hand up her ass.

"Yeow!" bellowed Robin. 

"You did it Rach, check it out girls!" 

She tittered, "Ahhh, great. Now fuck me like you're a stud bull. Don't worry I can handle it."

I turned to Meg, seeking confirmation and got it.

"Give it to her, we've done it before, she loves it." Meg let the dildo fall to the floor as she shifted away, rising to her feet. 

"Be right back, gotta see to Doris and find something better for ya."

I twisted my wrist and obtained another two inches into her cavernous ass. 

"Yes... Yess... Ahhhhh... fuck me." Robin chanted. Then after she'd caught her breath Robin huffed, "Next to you . . . the lube, use more of it. Smear it on ya, there, that's a girl." 

I reached for the jar with my free hand and ever so gingerly withdrew the other from her ass. It came out with a soppy sound and I quickly smeared the lubricant up to my elbow.  Robin watching attentively over her shoulder said, "You've got high hopes don't 'cha hon."

Reinserting was easy, and I decided to play with her clit as well. But it was the fisting that drew an immediate response from the watchers. 

I heard Doris say to Meg, "You never got that far before did ya?"

Robin spasmed and groaned.

"No," Meg said, "I was always afraid I'd hurt her. Rachel's gone pretty deep, but Robin's not hurtin' or so it seems."

"Robin, Robin, is she hurting you baby?" Doris crooned.

"Nooooo. Nooooo." Robin wailed and began to quiver violently. 

"Oh, God.  Oh . . . Ah.  Ugh. Ugh. Ugh." 

She grunted once again and went rigid as a heavy orgasm ripped up her backside. Her knees betrayed her and she collapsed to the floor, dragging me along with her. I decided enough was enough and carefully removed my arm. Actually, I'd gotten in about four inches past my wrist. I'd have to work on my elbow thrust another time.

Rolling over on my back, I called out, "Somebody please do me, I need it bad."

Meg answered my call. Leaning over me, her mouth sought mine as Doris cleaned my shit speckled hand and wrist with a damp towel. For the moment everyone ignored Robin.

Meg was a great kisser, soft and insistent at the same time. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and I returned the favor. Saliva was freely exchanged. She sucked my lips, causing them to swell. With a belied gracefulness, she swung her leg over mine and topped me. Rolling her hips, she adjusted her position above me so our pussies came together. I grabbed her head with both hands holding her mouth on mine---and the kiss; oh that kiss---continued. I wanted it to last forever.

Before I lost track of everything else, I noted Doris bestowing kisses around Robin's face and neck, then I had to concentrate on my own satisfaction.

We began fucking slowly enough, grinding pelvis against pelvis, I released Meg's head although the kiss continued, and wrapped my arms around her holding her tight against me. Her nipples, hardened with excitement, pressed into my breasts. 

The kiss slowed a little then became deeper as our hearts began to pound. Meg reached out to run her hands through my hair. For a moment, just a second really, Meg broke the kiss, looked into my eyes and smiled at me. She mouthed the words hello lover, and took my face in her hands, pulling me into another deep kiss.

Eventually, we separated and gazed in awe at each other's disheveled beauty. Then Meg took my nipple into her mouth and suckled it with such gentleness, such intensity that I felt an orgasm trying building from that alone. 

Prodding myself to return her kindness, I reached downward; inserting my hands into her smoothly shaved armpits and pulled upward. She came willingly, sliding her crotch along my body, leaving a slug-like trail of moisture as she advanced. Meg knew what I was after and positioned herself accordingly. I opened my eyes and her hairy vagina was hovering over my face, the scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, a scent so much different, but yet so similar to my own. I looked at her swollen lips; her protruding clit; at the moisture that was actually dripping off of her, wetting her inner thighs and dampening her pubic hair. I put my hands to her slim waist and pulled her down, planting that beautiful crotch directly onto my face.

As Meg's warm, wet lips smashed against my mouth my tongue probed between them, savoring the tart flavor of her juices. Becoming exhilarated from feeling the strands of pubic hair clinging to my lips. I tongued up and down; licking in a way I knew would feel good. Meg's hips began to rise and fall; her vocal cords bulged with tension as her moans of passion filled the room. 

Her fingers glided over my stomach and touched my baby oil drenched slit. Then Meg was probing between them, keeping me very interested. I closed my thighs around her hand, trapping it. I began to tongue her swollen clit, gently at first, reveling in its texture, finding it larger than my own and more sensitive apparently. I licked it with the tip of my tongue, feeling every detail of its structure. The clit, with its smooth outer edges and the dip at its top--reminded me so much of the shape of a volcano. My playful tongue jabbed at it a few times and then unable to resist further, fastened my lips to it, and began to suck in earnest.

Meg's hips began to pound rapidly up and down on my face. Her fingers began to slam with more insistence, but yet with less actual rhythm inside me. Realizing Meg was close; I wormed a finger into her ass after wetting it thoroughly with her juices, and then tickled the bud of her anus. She gave a little whoop of surprised pleasure at this. Encouraged, I eased my finger into her tight ass, twisting it as I went, feeling her muscles grip me tightly.

"Ohhh," Meg moaned, her hips jerking harder and faster. 

"Ohhh good God Rachel!"

"Where the fuck...?"

"Ohhh! I don't ..."

"Ahhh!"

"Deeper Rach, deeper!"

"Yes ... Yes ... Mmmm!"

"More!"

"Oh Christ, I'm gonna explode!"

I wormed another finger into her ass, pushing both of them as far up as they would go. Then I began to twist them back and forth stretching her ass hole, which surprisingly maintained a tight grip on my fingers. All the while continuing to apply a steady suction on her clit. 

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Yesssss!"

" I ... I ... I...Yesssss!" Meg screamed, and her thighs tightened around my head. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" 

"Oh God yes!" 

Her pelvis heaved against me. I intensified the sucking and twisted my ass groping fingers faster. Her clit seemed to disappear in my mouth for a moment, a sure sign that orgasm was assaulting her. 

"Oh ... oh ... oh ... Goddddd!" Meg shrieked and her hips continued to bash into my face already numb from pain. 

"I'm commmmminnnngggg!" 




The Story of D Ch. 06



"I'm commmmminnnngggg!"

"I'm commmmminnnngggg!"

It lasted nearly a minute. Meg's hips kept slamming into me. Her asshole clenched tightly around my fingers. Her juices streamed down my face, but I continued sucking and twisting until her spasms slowed and finally came to a halt. Her body relaxed and her fingers slowly withdrew from my cunt.

After taking a minute or two to regain her senses, Meg brought me to three consecutive orgasms, each one better than the last before she pulled her face away. I was a panting, sweaty, smelly mess by now, make-up smeared, hair trashed, body flushed. 

Our arms came round each other and we resumed our kissing ... exchanging spit, cuddling our wet bodies together. Finally we relaxed. Still pressed together, I realized the window was open and a cold breeze was blowing down on us. 

"That was absolutely incredible Rachel." Meg whispered as she kissed my eyelid. 

"I've never come like that in my life."

"Yeah," I said. "It was fun, wasn't it? Now who opened the fucking window? I'm freezing."