22 comments/ 92618 views/ 5 favorites Jan's Story By: robodud Something happened last night that is going to change the rest of our lives. We were having a barbeque with a few of our friends, Chad and Mary, Rick and Linda, Chris, Bill, Jan my wife and I. It was a very warm day in Las Vegas but everyone was enjoying themselves out by the pool. I had cooked up some steaks and corn on the cob and everyone was having a few beers or wine coolers. After diner we all sat around the patio telling stories about growing up and the things that we did as youngsters. Jan told everyone about a couple of girlfriends and herself going skinny dipping with a bunch of guys on a couple of occasions which changed the tone of our conversation. Everyone then started talking about their one night stands and the quickie relationships they had. Jan admitted to having a few one night stands in her early 20's which she said was fun to just have sex and not think about where the relationship was going.I am not sure if it was the conversation or the heat but I finally said that we should all go skinny dipping to cool off. I got up stripped off and jumped in the pool waiting to see who would join me. Rick and Linda immediately said that they had to go because they had a baby sitter and needed to get home to the kids. Chad, Mary and Chris all jumped up and joined me in the pool. Jan just looked at me and said that she did not think it was a good idea but I just reminded her that she did it before with more guys around than this. She said that she was younger then and thought that she outgrew such actions. I told her that she needed to live a little and loosen up. Bill and Jan both got up at the same time to undress and jump in. We all started to splash around and try to dunk one another. Bill and Chris always seemed to be trying to dunk Jan by either swimming under water to grab her legs or sneak up behind her and grab her around the neck to drag her under. Jan went under the water and grabbed Chris by the legs and brought him under water but he fell on top of her and they kind of struggled under water for a few seconds before they were able to stand back up. Things kind of heated up after that as Chris seemed to be on a mission to get Jan. He would sneak up behind her and grab her around the chest to throw her into the water. I was not sure but it always looked like he was grabbing her tit when he put his arm around her. Chris then walked up to Jan and grabbed her from the front around the waist to tip her back into the water so he could control how long he held her under. Jan wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist so that he could not dunk her. Chris would lean forward to try to get her to let loose but she was hanging on for dear life. Chris was trying to loosen her grip around his neck and you could see that Jan was slipping down. Chris bent forward to try to dunk her while trying to loosen her grip around his neck. When this did not work he straightened up again but Jan slid down a little further. When this happened, Jan suddenly jumped away from Chris and screamed at him. She said that fucking her was not part of the fun and swam to the side of the pool. Chris said that he was sorry and that he did not mean to put his cock into her, but that it just happened. I could not see what happened but from the sounds of it she must have slid down onto his cock and he slid in. I asked her if she was ok and she said that just the tip went into her but if she had not backed away he would have slid in all the way. I said that I thought it was just an accident and that she should not let it ruin her fun. She swam down to me and sat with me on the steps for awhile to cool off. Everyone was now swimming laps to see who could beat who. I was not much of a swimmer so I just sat with Jan and watched everyone else take turns racing each other. Chris was beating everyone and said that he was the champion when Jan said that she wanted her turn. They had a race from one length of the pool and back with Jan beating him because she was able to make the turn so much faster than Chris. He said that he wanted a return match but it turned out the same with Jan beating him by about half a body length. Chris was not happy about losing and said that he was a little winded from all the earlier races and that was why he lost. Jan said that she thought it was because of the rudder that he was dragging. She said that if he was not hard all the time that he could swim faster. This seemed to lighten things up again and everyone started playing around and laughing again. This time, Chris came up behind Jan and put both hands on her tits and pulled her to him. Jan started kicking her feet to try to get loose but Bill had come up to the front of her and grabbed both her ankles and pushed her back into Chris. As she was pushed back against Chris she was lined up with his cock and Chris just pushed forward to get it inside her. Bill held her legs so that she could not get away and Chris soon had his cock half way inside. Jan looked at me and asked if I was going to do anything as they were going to fuck her if I did not. I noticed that she used the word they instead of Chris but I still could not move or say anything. It just all seemed so surreal to see them having so much fun and in a flash Chris was fucking my wife. I just sat there and stared, watching Chris sink further and further into my wife. I could hear Chris telling Jan how wonderful she felt and how good it was to be finally fucking her. Chris then looked at Bill and said that he needed to feel this as she felt so smooth and tight inside. He said that she felt so good to fuck. Jan looked at me and said "they are fucking me good and will continue to fuck me until they come if you don't stop them." I again did nothing as I sat there and watched in awe as Chris seemed to be in another world as he pounded his cock into Jan. He kept saying how wonderful she felt and how warm she was inside and how good she was making it for him. Bill had let go of Jan's legs now and had moved up to her and started kissing her. Jan did not seem to be really kissing back but then she was not struggling either. About that time I looked over and Mary and Chad were going at it in the corner of the pool. I could hear Mary crying out "No, just you, I only want you." I am not sure if Chad was asking her to do the other guys or not but it sure sounded like it. Finally, I heard Chris grunt and knew that he was getting close. I then heard Jan cry out, "Please do not come in me as I am not protected." Chris must not have heard her though as he pushed all the way inside her and grunted out that he was coming. He held her close as he pounded out the last few spurts of his come. When he pulled out Jan jumped up on Bill and said get it in me, I need to come and come fast. She had jumped up on his chest and slowly sank down on his cock as she was now the aggressor. Bill no sooner got inside her when Jan cried out that she was coming. Jan was bucking up and down on Bill's cock with her head thrown back as she came and came. When she came back down she put a lip lock on Bill and wrapped her arms around him. Then she said that she needed him to fuck her good. Bill turned her around so that her back was against the side of the pool and he could push into her better. He then started to really pound into her as he was taking his turn. Jan just kept saying how good it felt and that he needed to add his seed into her too. She needed him to come in her also as it was feeling so good. Jan started to come for the second time when Bill reached his end and started to come inside her too. They both rocked into each other as they both came together. Jan finally backed away and swam down next to me to sit on the stairs. She looked at me and said that she could not believe that I just sat there and let them fuck her. I told her that it happened so fast and just did not seem real at first. I then said "that when I finally realized what was really happening it seemed like you were having a good time and I was not going to stop that." I then said "As long as they did not hurt you and you enjoyed it then I did not see the harm in it." Jan said she was startled at first but soon starting enjoying the animal lust of it all. She said that she had never been wanted so bad before and that the feeling was overwhelming. I asked her if she was ok or if she was mad or hurt. She said that she was just fine but a little worried after having two men come inside her. About that time Chris came walking up hard as an iron rod sticking straight out in front of him. He was not much bigger than me but was a little thicker. Jan just looked at him and asked him if he ever got soft as he had been hard all day. Chris said that he did not get to fuck her properly because he had come up behind her and had to do it from an awkward angle. He just lay down onto her and shoved his cock into her full tilt. He then laid her back against the steps as he fucked her missionary style. Jan did not object and put her arms around him and told him to fuck her properly then. Chris just rose up so that his butt could push in further and he could get his cock further inside her. He started to really pound into her then which made Jan cry out that it felt wonderfully overpowering. She told him to keep going and to fuck her good. Chris must have fucked her for a good fifteen minutes before he let go with another powerful orgasm. Jan was on her third or forth I think. About the time that they were screaming that they were coming, my neighbor John looked over the fence to see what the noise was all about. His eyes just about came out of his head when he saw Jan being fucked by another guy with me sitting right next to her. He caught my eyes with this pleading look so I just kind of nodded to him. He jumped over the fence and was naked faster than I could say his name. When Chris pulled out and walked up the stairs to grab a towel to wrap around him, John got in front of Jan with his dick sticking straight out. Jan looked at him and said "This is what you have been wanting for a year so I hope that it is as good as you expect it to be." John just slid forward and stuck his dick into her full tilt. I was still trying to digest the wanting for a year statement as I did not know that anything was going on. John was just saying how good she felt and how he just knew that it was going to be this good. Jan had her legs wrapped around his ass and was telling him to keep fucking her. She said "You have waited so long for this that I want it to be special for you, pound it into me until you cannot last any longer, I want you to come in me for a minute." John said that he wanted to make it last awhile for he had been waiting for so long. John said "For all the teasing that you have been doing to me you deserves to be fucked hard and long and I am going to do that." Jan screamed out how good he felt and that if she knew that it was going to be this good that she would not have made him wait so long. Jan started screaming "I'm cummmmminnng, this feels soooooooooooo good, pound it in me make me scream, oh God I'm cummmmmmmmmiiiiinnng." John started pounding her harder and faster as he was reaching his peak. He shoved it in as far as he could and let out an animal grunt as he let out his man seed inside her. He must have cum a gallon as he kept pushing and grunting for over 30 seconds. Jan just kept screaming out "he's coming in me, he's coming in me, and my God he is still cuming me." Once John got soft and pulled out of Jan he sat down next to us to find out why she was being such a slut. Jan told him that it started out being an accident but once she was being fucked by the first it was hard not to let everyone fuck her. She told him that everyone seemed to want her so bad that she could not fight that feeling. John then asked when the next pool party was going to be as he wanted to be sure to be there. Jan said that this was going to be the only time as she loved me very much and was not going to ruin that by being an open slut. John then asked her if she was through being a slut for the day and Jan just looked at me and said the day was young but she thought everyone had gotten enough. John said that he could go one more round as it felt so good the first time. Bill then said that he was not really through either as he had only one shot too. Jan then said that she had always wanted to take two guys at the same time and that was the only way that anything more was going to happen. John grabbed her hand and said follow me as we need a better location for this. They got up and walked over to the patio where John grabbed a couple of chair cushions and sat down on them. He then told Jan to sit down on him with her back to him. Jan did just that as she sank down on his bigger than average cock. She screamed out how full it made her feel. Bill then walked up to her and stuck his cock into her face. Jan grabbed the base of his cock and opened her mouth as she took about half of it into her mouth and started to run her tongue over and around it. Jan was bouncing up and down on John's cock while making Bill's cock go in and out of her mouth. They got into a great rhythm as she would bounce up she would swallow most of Bill's cock then she would let it slide out as she came back down. Bill said that he could not believe how good a cock sucker she was and that this was the best head job that he had ever got. Jan muffled something that sounded more like a grunt as she could not talk to well while she had Bill's cock stuffed into her mouth. Bill was the first to announce that he was about to come and pulled his cock almost all the way out of Jan's mouth. Jan kept pumping it while she opened her mouth real wide to accept what was about to shoot into it. John started to bounce a little more as he was watching the action in front of him. Bill then started to shoot a rope from his cock into the back of Jan's throat. Jan then closed her mouth around the head to make sure none of his spunk leaked out. She started pumping a little faster to make sure that she got all of it. As far as I could see, not one drop leaked out of her mouth. Bill pulled out and said that he had never had that overpowering of an orgasm in his life and that had to be the best blow job he had ever gotten. John then rolled Jan over and got on top of her and pushed his cock back in to finish what he started. John seemed intent in making this fuck last as he got into a nice slow pace as he would pull almost all the way out and push back in until he was buried all the way in. Jan kept saying that she had never felt so full in her life and it felt sooooo good to have a cock his size in her. Jan was reaching another climax as she screamed out "I'm cummmming again, I'm cummmmmming again." "Shove that monster in me and make me come. Please fuck me." John could take it no more and grunted that he was ready and shoved his cock all the way in and lifted his back up as he let go of his spunk. Jan screamed out "Oh it feels so warm, please do not stop cumming as I want to be filled up with your jizz. I don't ever want you to stop coming in me." John grunted a few more times but finally collapsed on top of Jan. They lay in that position for another couple of minutes until John let his cock slip out of her. Jan thanked him and told him that it was the best fuck she had ever had. She then got up and said that she needed to go take a shower and clean up. We went to bed that night and fucked like rabbits. I was so hot for her that I could not stand it as I emptied my pent up spunk into her. I asked her if she meant it that she would never do that again and she said that she thought it was going to be a one time thing. She did not think that she could do it this time but the feeling of being in control and being wanted so bad got the best of her. She did not think that the feeling would come upon her again. She asked me how I felt about it and I told her that it was the hottest thing I had ever witnessed and that I was not jealous. I told her that I still loved her and that if she was ever to think that it might happen again that she was to tell me first. I did not want her out fucking other guys when I was not around. I know that when the guys come around again that it will be a little awkward but we will have to see how that goes. I am not sure how I feel about the possibility that it could happen again as Jan is the best thing that ever happened to me and is a great wife. I will let you know if anything more happens. Jan's Story It had been a long day and I was very, very tired. As soon as I got back to my room I flopped down backwards on the bed and closed my eyes and just lay there. My feet were aching, my back was aching and I had the beginning of a headache. I felt hot and dirty and my whole body was uncomfortable, as if it had been squeezed inside my dress all day. I sat up and unzipped the back of my dress to loosen it, then wriggled it off and threw it on the floor. I dropped back on the bed. It was an improvement but I still felt constricted. I needed to breathe; my skin needed to breathe. After a moment I pushed off my pantyhose, then sat up again and removed my bra and finally my knickers as well. That was much, much better. I lay back again, flat out with my legs a little apart and my arms a little out from my sides. The room was very warm -- I had the window open but the air-conditioning was not on -- and I could feel my muscles begin to expand. At last I was beginning to relax. I put my hands on my face and ran them slowly down over my breasts and stomach and thighs. Suddenly I knew what I needed: a bath, a drink and a massage. I wondered about the massage. The hotel would have a massage service, but what I didn't know was whether the masseur would be male or female. I did not want a gay male; I couldn't face the thought of that tiresome "all girls together" sort of chatter today. Nor did I want a straight male with the awkwardness of being naked, or near enough to it, and alone in a room with him. I wanted a woman or a girl who would just get on with it and give me a good massage. The drink came first though. I stood up and padded over to the mini-bar. Walking in bare feet was strange after a day in heels, and with every step I seemed to thump against the floor. The window was one-way glass so that although I could see out, no-one could see in; but even so there was a touch of excitement in walking completely naked around a strange room. I stood still for a moment, feeling the faint movement of the air on my skin. I put my hands firmly over my breasts and rubbed them -- not sexually, but to loosen them up. My skin felt very smooth. I used the whole of the little bottle of gin making a gin and tonic. There was even a lemon in the fridge. I put in some ice and took a good pull at it. It was freezing cold and beautifully refreshing. I sat down on the sofa with the hotel directory and flipped through to Guest Services. There it was: in-room massage, 8am to 6pm, with a 4-digit telephone number. It was just before 5 so they should still be there. The entry gave no clue about whether the service was provided by a male or a female. It was a relief when a female voice answered, "Nutri-Care, Amanda speaking, can I help you?" "Hi, I'm calling about the in-room massage. Would it be possible to have one fairly soon, for about an hour?" "Sure," said Amanda. Her voice was clear and confident, not like that of a young girl, but she might have been 25 or 55 for all I could tell. "I could be with you in about 20 minutes if that's not too soon." "No, that's great," I said. "I'm in Room 1103. I'll finish my drink and have a quick bath and 20 minutes will be perfect." "Fine. I'll see you then. Bye." I walked into the bathroom. The tiles felt cold on my feet, but not unpleasantly so. I turned on the taps as hard as they would go. I used the toilet then tested the bathwater and gave it a little more hot. I placed my gin and tonic, still half full, on the ledge nearby, and stepped in. It was just right: warm without being uncomfortable, and deep but not too deep. I sat down, then lay back, resting my head on the end of the bath. I felt my breasts lift away from my chest; the nipples just broke the surface of the water. I consciously relaxed my whole body, beginning with the neck, then my arms, my chest, my stomach and all down to the toes. I let my arms float to the surface. In a minute or so I could feel my face becoming sweaty. I had not taken off my makeup. I took a breath and slid down so that my head was under water. I lay with my head on the bottom of the bath, feeling the dirt of the day lift from my face as the pores opened fully. I sat back up, tilting my head back so that my hair fell back against my skull. There was a big fluffy flannel at the end of the bath. I soaked it and very gently and carefully wiped my face to clean off the makeup. The flannel was streaked heavily with colours, and I wet it again and squeezed it. I slid back under the surface of the water and used the flannel under water, very gently, to remove the last traces. My skin still felt smooth from the oils in the makeup. I sat up again and ran my hands all over my body to remove all the grime that had accumulated during the day. I never use soap. I sank back down in the bath one last time and pulled out the plug. I could feel gravity work on my body as the water level fell. I lay there till the bath was empty. Then I stood up, and felt lightheaded for a moment as the blood drained from my brain. I stepped out of the bath and took a towel, then patted myself dry and combed my hair straight back from my face. I used the hairdryer until my hair was merely a little damp, and then combed it all back off my face. I felt very relaxed but very, very tired. I looked at my reflection in the mirrors. Still OK, I thought. I was 33 and it wouldn't last forever, but I was holding up pretty well. I am quite strong for a woman. There is some padding now on my stomach and buttocks but they are not at all flabby. I've got good, big, firm breasts with no sign of sag. I'm 5'10". I always keep my legs and armpits shaved, and I trim my pubic hair very close to the skin. I stood facing a full-length mirror, and I could faintly see the cleft of my cunt disappearing between my legs. I've used the word "cunt" for a while now. I used to be afraid of it; it seemed brutal and crude. But now it seems to me to have an aura of power and strength. I feel as if I'm saying, "I'm a woman. I'm a woman because I have a womb and breasts and a cunt, and I'm proud of them." Obviously I don't say the aloud very often, but when I think about that part of my body, that's the word I use. I hate all the alternatives, especially "pussy". What a prissy little word. I started to look for some fresh knickers. Then I thought, why should I? I would only be taking them off again soon. I put on one of the hotel robes and tied the belt, then went back to the main room and sat down on the sofa. I breathed deeply several times, trying to get rid of the enervating feeling the bath had caused. I heard a knock on the door, got up and went and looked through the peephole. It was the masseuse. I opened the door. The masseuse looked about 30. She was nearly as tall as me and looked just as strong. She was pretty. She wore a white fitted dress that buttoned down the front. She had dark-blonde hair and wore no makeup except lipstick. She was not wearing stockings, and her shoes were flat and white. She was carrying a large shoulder-bag and was wheeling what was obviously a portable massage table. "Hi," she said. "I'm Amanda. It looks like I've got the right room?" "Hello," I said. "I'm Jan. Come in. Excuse me not being dressed, but I've just had a bath and there didn't seem much point." I led the way past the bathroom into the main room, Amanda following as the door closed itself behind her. There was not much clear space in the room. "Where would you like to set up?" I asked Amanda. We decided on the place and had to move a chair and a desk and Amanda began to unfold the massage table. There was a hole in one end of it for the patient to put his or her face in when lying face down. "The air-conditioning's not on, is it?" she asked. "I don't want you to get at all cold." "No," I answered. "I haven't had it on. I like to be warm." "OK," said Amanda. She had finished setting up the table and her face was slightly flushed from the effort that had been involved. "That's it, then. I'll just spread a towel on it." She took a dark green towel from her bag and spread it over the table. She spread a smaller one at the top, with a hole in it that matched the hole in the table. "Would you like to lie down on that?" she asked. "Face down to begin with, and you can turn over after a while. The whole thing usually takes about an hour for a full body massage. Is that OK?" "That's fine," I said. Amanda was business-like but also quite friendly in her manner. I liked her. Now was the time for me to take off my robe, though, and I felt that I had to say something rather than just dropping it and standing there stark naked. "I'll just take this off, then," was what I came up with, rather lamely. I turned around, pretending to want to find a chair to put the robe on, but really so that my back was towards Amanda as I undid the robe and removed it. I knew that she was looking at me. I turned and walked to the table and began to climb up on it; this was rather awkward, as the table was very narrow, and I had to kneel on it with my bottom in the air before I could lie down properly. But I got there at last. "You look in good shape," said Amanda. "Do you exercise much?" I was now lying face down on the table with my face through the hole. "Nothing much," I said, hoping she could hear me and at the same time trying to get my arms in a comfortable position. "The gym every now and then and occasionally a swim. I used to do much more." I ended with my elbows bent and my hands gripping the top of the table lightly. "It's still a lot more than most women," said Amanda. I had heard her moving about the table and now I felt a warm trickle of oil between my shoulder blades and down my spine. "Most women I massage are overweight and flabby. I like some muscles on a woman." She placed her hands flat on my back, one at the top near my neck and the other at the base of my spine. They were warm and very firm. She began to work the massage oil into my skin. I felt my shoulders relax as she gently stroked them. "What sort of massage would you like?" asked Amanda. "Hard or soft?" I thought for a moment. "Soft but firm," I said. "I want to be relaxed, not beaten up." Under Amanda's touch my shoulders were beginning to feel wonderful. Amanda's hands were extraordinarily soothing; wherever she touched it was as if I had suddenly become weightless. Amanda slowly slid her hands toward each other along the line of oil until they met. I found that I could feel the touch of her hands with extreme clarity, even the individual fingers. They seemed to caress every separate cell in my skin. Amanda was moving them in a circular motion, one on each side of my spine and moving in opposite directions, gradually working down my back from the shoulders towards my buttocks. I could feel the film of oil gradually covering more and more of my back. The hands came closer and closer to my buttocks, and I could not help tensing a little, wondering if she was going to massage them. Without any hesitation her hands slid smoothly and firmly over them and kneaded them thoroughly. I could feel the two buttocks rubbing as she pushed them together. It was nice. It was also sexy, the sort of massaging a man did. Her hands continued on to the backs of my thighs. Amanda's hands were now very close to my cunt. My legs were slightly apart and Amanda had spread her fingers so that her thumbs were on the insides of my thighs. She was massaging them in a circular motion, and each upward movement took her hands more deeply into the creases between the tops of my legs and my crotch. Then, just as the thought was forming in my mind, "Surely she's not going to!" her hands resumed their progress down towards my knees. Amanda's hands moved gradually down my legs until they reached my ankles. She had moved to the bottom of the table, and now she lifted my left foot, bending my leg at the knee. She must have turned so that she had her back to me, because she then stood on the outside of my left leg, holding it against her side with the foot in front of her. There was a brief pause while she took the bottle of oil and squeezed a little on my foot, then her hands began massaging the oil into the skin with both hands. Her hands felt wonderfully warm and firm and comforting, and my whole self felt concentrated in my foot as she pressed and stretched it. I was conscious too of the warmth of her body against my leg. I couldn't help pressing it against her and moving my foot against her hands. After what seemed like an age she put my foot down, then massaged quickly up my left leg and down the right, where she repeated the process on my right foot. This time, as well as pressing against her, I could not resist a small groan of pleasure. This was exactly what I had wanted. At last Amanda gently put my right foot back down on the table and began massaging my calf. The circular motion that she had used on my back resumed, and this time both her hands were on my right leg, instead of her having one on each leg. Her hands nearly encircled my leg much of the time, and the feeling of warmth that came from them was supremely pleasurable. Her hands continued gradually up my right leg, relaxing the calf and moving to the base of the thigh, then moving higher. Her hands on the inside of my thigh were very warm. All at once I found that I could not think of anything but Amanda's hands coming closer and closer to my cunt. At the same time I was aware that I shouldn't be feeling like this and I tried to ignore it. But her hands kept coming closer, and they began to probe the crease at the top of my thigh as they had done before. Quite suddenly but very clearly, I realised that I actually wanted it. I wanted her to touch me there. Her hands were moving ever deeper into my crotch. Was she just massaging me, or was she giving me the choice of something more? If I had wanted to, I could have brought my legs close together or moved in some way that indicated that I was not comfortable. But I didn't. Amanda now had one hand on each leg, and her thumbs were now moving slowly up and down against the tendon between the top of the inside of my leg and the base of my trunk. Every movement was transmitted to my cunt; she must have known that this was close to masturbation. It was so close that I was sure that she was letting me know that she would go further if I wanted her to. I sighed heavily, and under the pretext of settling myself more comfortably I let my legs fall a little further apart. She now had full access to me. Her hand movements slowed, and she very slowly drew her thumbs up the sides of my crotch. The effect was to push the lips of my cunt together very gently; then she moved her hands away. Then I felt the tips of her fingers brush the lips of my cunt. The touch was so light that it might have been accidental, but the effect was electric. A jolt of extreme sexual desire shot through my body. My muscles tensed involuntarily and I gasped. I had felt a shock of desire like this only two or three times before in my life. The first time my first boyfriend touched my cunt was one of them. I am not a lesbian. Although I went to an all-girls school, there were plenty of boys around from the moment that I first began to understand that there was this thing called sex and it was important. I liked the boys. I lost my virginity when I was 18 to the first boyfriend I had really been in love with. He was in love with me too, and it was his first time as well. We couldn't get enough of each other. We fucked whenever we had the slightest opportunity. When I wasn't fucking him I thought about fucking him, about his cock in my cunt. We loved each other and we taught each other about sex. We both had read books about it and we were innocent enough to try anything. He was the only boy I have ever had anal sex with. I had orgasms with him all the time, sometimes two or three together. I loved everything about sex. I loved feeling his cock spurting semen inside my cunt, and later feeling the semen begin to slip out as I walked around. I loved to suck his cock and make him come in my mouth. Once I kissed him while my mouth was full of his semen. We broke up after two years. I have never really known why, and I have never really stopped being in love with him. None of the half dozen or so who have come afterwards have sparked anything like the same feeling of complete love and passion, and the greatest regret of my life is that I don't think it will ever happen again. Now I suppose I am more hard-boiled. I doubt that I know every type of thing that people do with each other, or to themselves, in the pursuit of sexual gratification, but I know many of them. Some I can imagine myself doing and some I can't. I had thought about lesbian sex and read about it and even been a little aroused by the thought of it. But I never wanted to seek it out, and no-one ever tried to seek it out with me. Actually, that's not quite right. A few times an openly lesbian woman had made an inquiry, but they had always been the butch, short-haired, ugly type, usually either excessively muscular or fat, and I had just said I wasn't interested. And I wasn't, with them. But Amanda was different. She was pretty, and feminine although she was strong. One of the things that has always put me off lesbian sex is the fear that the other girl's cunt will be ugly or dirty or both. But I knew that not all cunts are the same, and somehow I knew that Amanda's would be sweet and clean. I had wondered what it would be like to touch another girl's cunt and have another girl touch mine. The thought of another girl and I touching each other's cunts was excited me. I had even thought about kissing another girl's cunt while she kissed mine, and I had found that exciting as well − until I had begun to think about who the other girl might be, and then I been turned off. But Amanda I could see was different. She was the kind of girl I could imagine kissing on the mouth and on the cunt. Amanda did not react to my gasp and the involuntary tensing of my muscles. Her hands moved to my left buttock and caressed it gently. Her left hand moved deeper into the cleft between the buttocks. I relaxed them completely and let my legs fall even further apart. I sighed deeply again. Her hands now began to massage up my back. She moved fairly quickly past my waist, so that her hands came level with my breasts. These were squashed under me, but the sides of them protruded. My hands were above my head, lightly gripping the top edge of the table. Her hands moved circularly in opposite directions, meeting in the centre of my back and radiating to my sides. Her hands, as they passed, caressed the sides of my breasts. There could be no doubt that she knew exactly what she was doing. It wasn't all that arousing, because they were too squashed to feel very much, but I sighed deeply again. I wanted her to do more. Amanda moved to the top of the table, still massaging my back, though at the very top, now. Her thighs were pressed against the backs of my hands where they gripped the table. Their pressure grew and grew, and I tried to press back, but I didn't know if she could feel it. Then she moved sideways a little, so that her thighs were no longer against my hands. But something was pressing, and I realised with a shock that it was her cunt. Her thighs were on each side of my right hand, and pressing against it -- not very strongly, but definitely -- was the mound of her cunt. I tried to press back, but again I couldn't feel much with the back of my hand. After a few moments she stopped moving her hands, leaving them resting lightly on my back. She said, "Would you like to turn over and I can do your front?" I sad, "OK," and turned awkwardly on my back. I felt more naked than I had ever done in my life, as if I were pointing my breasts and cunt at her. "I feel a little underdressed," I said. Jan's Story She looked at me in the eyes. I looked back at hers. They were deep and dark, and I realised that we were both slightly smiling. "If you like," she said while we looked at each other, "I could take my own clothes off too, so that you wouldn't be alone." This was the moment. I continued to look in her eyes. I said, "Why don't you do that?" Without taking her eyes from me, she unbuttoned her dress. It slipped off her like a shirt, and she stood there in her bra and knickers. They were both pale blue. She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra and slipped it off as well. Then she slipped off her knickers and stood there naked. It was a very intimate moment. She was showing herself to me. We were showing ourselves to each other. She was as beautiful as I had hoped. Her breasts were full and firm, but not huge. Her belly was firm, too, but full. Her skin was smooth. The muscles were there, but they were not hard like a bodybuilder's. She looked soft and sweet. At the base of her belly her body tapered to a blunt delta, with the vertical slit small but clearly visible from the front through a fine covering of blonde hair. "You look lovely," I said. "So do you," she answered. She stood there another moment while we continued to look at each other. Then she came over to where I lay and put her hands on my shoulders. She leaned down, carefully, and kissed me full on the mouth. I kissed her back. Our mouths were slightly open, but neither of us used our tongues. I simply enjoyed the sensation of her lips against mine. They were exquisitely soft. Our mouths seemed to fit each other's exactly. I lifted my hands and placed them gently against her breasts. I had never touched a girl's bare breasts before, and I felt her nipples graze the palms of my hands. Her breasts filled my hands. I squeezed them gently. "Let me massage you a little longer," she said. She took her bottle of oil and squeezed a thin trickle down the centre of my body from my breastbone to the base of my belly. She began to massage me from the shoulders down. There was no hesitation: she spread the oil firmly on my breasts and rubbed it in. This time it felt electric, and I pushed them against her hands as hard as I could. But I did not have long. Her hands moved down to my stomach and hips. She was going to touch my cunt. And then she did. But only lightly, and quickly, and then her hands moved to my legs and travelled quite quickly down them. I was disappointed; I had wanted her hand on my cunt and it had passed by. Her hands began to move back up my legs, more slowly than they had moved down them. I had just begun to think that they were coming closer again to where I wanted them when suddenly, without warning, she lifted her right hand and placed it full on my cunt and gripped it. I felt another shock of desire and gasped again. She did not stop. With the heel of her hand she was pressing my clitoris, and I felt a rush of approaching orgasm. I was right on the brink, and she sensed it. She released the pressure. "God," I said. I was quite shaken by the force of the shock that had passed through me. I could only pant for a moment, recovering. "I was waiting for that," I said. She looked at me, and we held each other's gaze for a few moments. Then she said, "Why don't we lie down together on the bed?" "That's what I would like to do," I answered. I felt as if I were somehow in a dream; nothing seemed quite real. I could not believe that I was doing these things and saying these things. She seemed so matter-of fact when she asked me to go to the bed, and I answered her as if I were saying that yes, a cup of tea would be nice. And yet I was going to kiss her, and touch her breasts. Here breasts would touch mine. I was going to kiss her cunt. It was what I wanted to do. I sat up awkwardly, conscious of the fold of my stomach and the wobbling of my breasts, paused for a moment and then swung my legs over the side of the table and stood up. We both stood by the table, naked. I took the step that separated us and put my hands on her shoulders. Although tall for a woman, she was smaller than any of the men with whom I had stood like this, and her skin was infinitely softer and smoother. She was rounder than a man, and the roundness was strange to me. I looked at her breasts, and then at mine, which were facing hers and very close. I could feel warmth emanating from her. I moved forward further, slowly, until our breasts touched. I felt her nipples slightly rough and hard against the soft skin of my breasts. I pushed my breasts against hers, and she pushed back. I looked up to her eyes, then leant forward and kissed her on the mouth. This time our lips were slightly parted, and I felt the juices of her mouth. I felt her arms go around my neck. We pressed our bodies together, and her hand moved down to my buttock and pulled me harder against her. I slipped my left leg between hers -- or perhaps she slipped her right leg between mine; we moved simultaneously -- and strained our cunts against each other's legs. I found both my hands gripping Amanda's buttocks hard. I was breathing heavily. After a moment we drew slightly apart, and then, holding hands, walked over to the bed. Amanda got on it first, and pulled me down with her. We lay propped on one arm each, facing each other. "Would you like me to turn the other way up?" Amanda asked. I knew what she meant. She meant so that we were in the sixty-nine position. "Yes," I replied. In fact I was the one who turned around, rather clumsily I felt, so that my head was at her feet and my feet were near her head. I tried to move up the bed but there was no room for my legs. "Move down the bed," I said. She moved down the bed, and closer to me. Her cunt was suddenly very close to my face. Gingerly, for this was the first time I had ever done this, I touched it, right at the top of the slit, very lightly, with my forefinger. Then I put my hand on it. I was touching her cunt. At the same time, I felt Amanda put her arm across my hip and grip my buttock, and then I felt her head pushing at my crotch. I tried to swivel my hips back to make it easier for her to get at, but it was difficult. "It's easier if one of us is on top," she said. "Let me get on top," I answered. Feeling a little awkward, I knelt over her, then leaned forward on my hands and knees. I felt as if I were sticking my bum in Amanda's face and I hoped that she didn't mind. I moved so that my head was directly above her crotch, then lowered the front of my body on hers. Then I lowered my hips until I was lying flat on her. As I pushed my hips back my cunt bumped her chin. Then I looked at Amanda's cunt. It was quite beautiful and clearly visible beneath the fine blonde hair. Her outer labia were small, so that between her legs there was just a smooth, blunt delta with a round-edged slit. I bent my head and kissed it. I kissed Amanda's cunt. There was a very faint fishy smell. I levered myself up on my elbows a little, and parted the lips with my two index fingers. They opened easily, and I saw two tiny, pink moist inner lips. I could see the ridge where her clitoris was concealed. I took a deep breath, opened my mouth and placed it full on her open cunt. I sucked it, and worked my tongue inside the slit. I felt how wet it was, and how smooth and slippery it was inside compared with the outer skin. I could not believe what I was doing. I kissed and sucked and licked her cunt, pressing my face deeper and deeper inside it. I felt her legs fall further apart, and I moved my head down further into her crotch, so that my nose was between her buttocks. They were beautifully clean and I didn't care. I lost myself in Amanda's cunt. At the same time I felt Amanda's mouth close on my own cunt and her tongue begin to probe me. Amanda's lips and tongue found my clitoris and sucked and licked it, as I did the same to hers. I found I could concentrate on both my mouth and my cunt; it was like when I was being fucked by a man and kissing him at the same time, feeling both his cock deep inside me and against my clitoris, and the warm wetness of his mouth. At the same time I felt the full length of her torso against mine, and then her hand on my breast. I felt myself being overwhelmed by this extraordinary combination of pleasures: her mouth, my mouth; her cunt, my cunt; my breast; and all in the most exquisite warmth and softness. I pressed my cunt harder and harder against her mouth, and at the same time, with my arms around her gorgeous hips, pulled her cunt harder and harder against my mouth. At a particular slide of her tongue, my hips involuntarily jerked with the first strike of orgasm, and almost simultaneously I felt Amanda's hips jerk as well. I did not attempt to stop myself. I let my hips jerk, grinding out the climax, in the most intense pleasure I have experienced. I could feel Amanda's hips jerking too, and with the one remaining thread of control that I retained I concentrated on keeping my mouth and tongue on her clitoris and cunt as firmly as I could. Eventually, after what seemed like the longest orgasm of my life, my hips relaxed. I was overcome. I lifted myself off her and threw myself around to face her. I was in tears. I kissed her. "I love you," I said. "I adore you. I adore you. I worship you." I wept on her shoulder. My sobs gradually ceased, and I began to regain control of myself. I drew back a little and looked at Amanda. Her beautiful blonde head was on the pillow, and she smiled at me, then leant forward and kissed me deeply on the lips. "I love you too," she said. "Will you sleep here with me?" I asked. "Just for a short while. I would love this to continue a little longer. I have never experienced anything like that before, ever. It was ecstasy." "I never want to leave," she said. "Never."