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Cruising

By: HarryOrwell



She was thin, almost mousy. An outdated page-boy haircut of jet-black hair, over an oval face. Deep, brown eyes, pouty lips. She wasn't gorgeous, but hardly repulsive, just someone you would meet and immediately forget.

She was five foot six, again, average. Small breasts, a bit of an ass, basically plain. At forty three she was resigned to the fact that Mr. Right took a wrong turn and got lost. Living with her cat, Gerald, she spent her time working as a receptionist for an accounting firm, and her evenings reading romance novels, touching herself at the good parts.

As a girl, the boys would tease her for being named Mona. "Moaner!" they would sing, and she would cry, then they would turn their attention to someone prettier.

Her good friend Casey was the exact opposite, a fiery redhead who flirted and flaunted her 38DD's. She would chase or be chased, and was so promiscuous, that Mona would blush when she related the events of the night before.

Casey tried to get Mona out of her shell, suggesting going together for make-overs, and clothes shopping, but Mona was so shy. Casey wondered if she was still a virgin, but thought it best not to ask. 

But Casey kept trying, and so they found themselves aboard a cruise ship leaving San Juan for a week's sail around the Caribbean with its hot sun and cold drinks

They shared a cabin, mid-ship, near everything, and Casey got them started with cocktails even as the ship was still loading. By 10PM, they were both feeling the motion of the ocean and the affects of too many Rum punch and not enough food.

They had explored the boat, but Casey was still curious. There were Singles parties, Welcome Aboard parties, even Friends of Dorothy parties for gays and lesbians. The two made sure to stop in on each, just sizing up the ship.

The Dorothy party had Mona flustered as soon as she realized women were looking her over with interest, but Casey could mingle with anyone. Casey kept her close, so the other ladies would assume they were a couple.

The Singles parties brought so many losers together, it made Casey realize even Mona could get laid on this ship. Maybe not Tom Cruise, but a live cock!

Traipsing around in high heels gave them reason to pause at The Schooner bar, a quiet lounge with a piano player that actually had bar stools available. They settled in, and decided on Cosmos.

The piano man was quite full of himself, but passed the mike around for guests to sing a tune. He had song sheets spread out, and welcomed them aboard with flourish. "Good Evening, Ladies! Relax, we have 7 wonderful days together!"

Casey spotted a young man enter, look around, then choose the stool next to her. "Anyone sitting here?" he asked politely.

"Now there is, you!" she joked.

He smiled, ordered a beer and took a big gulp.

She smiled, "You look like you needed that."

"Oh, yeah, so crowded up in the casino, it's good to sit."

"Any luck tonight?"

He grinned glumly, "Unfortunately, no, it could be a long cruise!"

"Darlin' you have to pace yourself. Set a limit for each night. Plus, once we're in port, you'll be off the ship doing all kinds of things."

He just smiled at her.

"What? Aren't you going int St Thomas tomorrow?"

"Well, maybe, I'm traveling alone. I've never been on any cruise before, so I don't know, is it weird for a guy to be on his own on the islands?"

"Just stay where the tourists go, don't go off on your own. No one would know you were even alone. Just go into town and walk around. Great shops, plenty of good jewelry at cheap prices. You can but your honey something special!"

"I won't be needing to do that."

He explained. He had been seeing Lynn for a year and finally decided to pop the question, had planned to do it on this very cruise. But the night he was going to tell her about the trip, but not the proposal, she admitted she was seeing someone else, and that they were serious. She was sorry, but she couldn't see him anymore.

He got the deposit back on the ring, but the cruise was paid for. The best they would do was give him a single cabin, and return partial payment.

So, he came on the cruise by himself, planning to drown his sorrows and start fresh afterwards.

Both Casey and Mona listened intently, each touched by his story. Mona was depressed while Casey looked for the sunshine.

"Well, they have Singles parties, and a good looking kid like you will do just fine finding company."

"I took a walk up there before. No one my age,not females, anyway."

"Well, broaden your horizons! You're not looking for a wife. There's plenty of single women who are a little older. Isn't that what young guys are into these days with Cougars and MILFs?"

"What's MILF?" Mona asked.

"I'll tell you later, Sweetie."

He was shocked by her bluntness, so he laughed. "That's what they say, but I'm not sure if I'm looking to hook up anyway, I just figure I'll go stir-crazy without someone to talk to."

Casey stuck out her hand. "I'm Casey, like Casey Stengel? And this is Mona. We're in Cabin 9843, and give us a call anytime. We'll keep you entertained so much, you'll lock yourself in your cabin!"

He felt her strong grip, and smiled. A real Jungle Cat in her day, I bet! "I'm Tom, nice to meet you both," reaching past to shake Mona's hand, which was damp, clammy, and weak."

To the bartender, he said, "Give the ladies a drink on me, please."

"Oh, Tom, really, that's not what we were looking for."

"I know, but this is the most fun I've had in days, so thanks." He toasted them.

The drinks flowed and the mike made it to Casey, who did a great rendition of Mack The Knife. Mona passed, and Tom did a fair version of "Friends in Low Places," which any drinker who's been dumped, can relate to, so everyone sang along.

The piano player was done with his set, and people filed out, to get ready for the next day. 

Mona seemed half-asleep but Casey showed no sign of fading, and Tom had his second wind. He asked if they wanted to explore other lounges. Casey brightened but Mona was not thrilled.

Casey turned to Tom and said, "I'll tell you what, I'll take her back to the cabin and get her settled in, then I'll meet you by the pool bar, it should still be open. If you think you can handle me on your own!"

"I'll give it a try, see you in a bit."

It was quiet up on deck. There were a few couples in private conversations and the amplified music was mellow, reflecting the crowd. 

Tom stopped in his room and washed up, looked in the mirror, his eyes reflecting the many beers and the hour.

Both women seemed nice, he thought, with Casey being the spark plug. Although she was attractive, in a flirty way, he didn't see them as possible conquests. They were about twenty years his senior and he had never really been attracted to older women, despite current trends.

They were friendly and amusing, and didn't seem to mind his company,but he wouldn't wear it out, either.

When Casey arrived, Tommy was already there, another cold one in his hand. "What'll it be?"

"I'll have what you're having," she replied. "Even though I hate all the calories, I love a good beer once in a while."

They moved to the side of the ship. The moon light reflected of the water, in which they moved along at a brisk 20 knots. The breeze seemed to awaken them both.

"It's so pretty at night. Look at all those stars! You don't see that in New York!" she marveled.

"New York? Really? I'm from Long Island, and you're right about the stars."

"I'm originally from Northport," she said, "I live on the Upper East Side now."

"Hmm, nice area! Big bucks."

She laughed. "Not quite!"

He really liked her, even more without Mona.

Something caught his eye. "Look up there, I wonder what that is?"

"That room or whatever? It's another lounge, the Viking lounge, you get a great view from up there. We checked it out earlier."

Tom grinned. "You're a bundle of information, aren't you? Do you secretly work for the cruise line and take in mopes like me to entertain us?" "You found my secret! Wanna see if it's still open?"

They found the separate elevator that took them two levels up, to a circular lounge with low couches and chairs. It was dimly lit, but no one seemed to be there.

Casey began to lead the way, when they saw a couple on a couch. More like they saw movement. They paused and realized it was a couple, and it was his ass they could see rising and falling, and her moans they could hear.

They both looked at each other and snickered like young kids seeing their parents kiss.

Casey took his hand and led him silently around to the other side of the circle, out of earshot. 

"Casey, you only take me to the finest establishments!"

She smacked his arm and laughed. "Did you see that?" Wow, they sure hooked up fast."

"You know them?"

"I saw them talking at the Singles party! That's what I like, get right into it!"

"They sure looked like they were enjoying themselves."

The entire deck was circular with glass for a panoramic view. They stood, Casey still holding his hand as they looked down at the pool deck and the bar they just left, both of their minds on the same thing. Not that they had any concerns, she thought. If that couple finished and left, they would have no room to come over where we are.

Tommy hadn't gotten laid since the breakup a month ago. He had masturbated a few times, but that only seemed to frustrate him.

Casey had a man last weekend, but she enjoyed an active sex life, and definitely had the hots for the young man with the broken heart. Her thoughts ran wild.

She slipped her arm around his waist, and he automatically put his around her shoulder. "I don't know about you, but I think this can be a real fun vacation." She looked at him for a response.

Through the dim lighting, she was so sexy, the shadows, and the action they had seen, and the closeness, the availability. I can have this woman, and there will be no strings attached. it's spur-of-the-minute and no commitment.

Their eyes met but he didn't say a word, just stared. She hated rejection, so she decided to end it before he could say no. "Listen, it's late, we're in port early tomorrow..."

"I..."

"No, don't say anything, let's just go," she said.

He held her, kept her from moving away, then slowly lowered his head, their lips meeting, softly, briefly.

He let her go, and stepped back. "I'm sorry about that,I had no right, you were so nice to me, and I got caught up...I just wanted to kiss you, to thank you for befriending me. I shouldn't have."

She took his hand again. "No, honey, it's okay, I'm glad you did, I wanted you to, but I didn't want to throw myself at you."

He held her hips and said, "Still friends?"

"The best kind of friends," she replied, kissing him back, harder and their eyes stayed on each other as she worked her tongue across his lips and he opened for her.

They moved to one of the couches, touching and kissing and Tom was hard instantly. He felt like a teen with his first woman. She was fiery, alright, like he thought. The kisses were passionate now, her eyes never leaving his.

She had his Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned and her hands rubbed his hard chest, pressing his nipples for affect. He was so aroused by this forty-something babe. His hands roamed up to her sundress, feeling those huge breasts through the light fabric. He found her nipples too and tweaked them.

She was on her knees now, unbuckling his Dockers, outlining his throbbing cock. He sat back, letting her fish him out, then watched as she looked up at him and slid down, engulfing his cock head. His big thick head made her stretch her mouth and she wondered how that would feel inside her.

Still looking into his eyes, she moved up and down his shaft, feeling the veins so well defined in his cock. The eight inches were more than she could have hoped for and planned to ride him like the stud he was.

He whispered to her, "Careful, its been a while, I'll cum pretty quick." 

She paused, smiled. "I think you need to cum more than I do, Baby. You just enjoy this. We can settle up later."

again, she began sucking, faster, harder and deeper, and she was good at it. He was a big fan of BJ's and she was one of the best!

His excitement built with her massaging his scrotum, then working faster, her head bobbing in the moon light.

He thought briefly of Lynn, wondered if she was fucking and sucking someone now, then said Screw Her, this is my night!

He held Casey's head, his own body now taking over, and he thrust up into her face, seeing her gag as he did, but he knew he was close, and she could handle it.

She still looked at him as if looking for a sign and he rolled his head back and groaned as he hit the back of her mouth and felt the first spurt leave, then the second, shooting a major load of cum down her throat. She swallowed like a champ, except for the last two, where she had backed off and took those on her face, wiping it around as she smiled at Tommy.

"Wow, you really did need that!"

He panted, "Oh, Man! Did I? That was awesome!"

He heard snickering and looked back to see an older couple, standing there. He couldn't make out faces, but that meant they couldn't make his out either. Or Casey's.

The couple moved away as they had on the previous couple. This room was filling up!

Tom tucked himself away as Casey slid up next to him, wiping her mouth on a bar napkin. "Taste?" she offered.

"I'll pass, thanks!"

"Maybe next time."

"Next time , I'll share with you!"

Incomplete Pairing



Our wives had been lovers for a couple years. They had discovered the delights that only a woman can give to another and had been taking every opportunity to share it with one another. We both had attractive wives with large, soft breasts and more than adequate sexual appetites. Despite the similarities between us there were some differences: Nick was a very scholarly academic type, highly-educated with the usual detachment of someone with multiple graduate degrees. I've always been a very blue collar practical type: doing my own auto and home repairs.

There was one important commonality between us, besides our lusty, bisexual wives: we had both enjoyed sex with men in the past. It was only inevitable that we would eventually end up together given the close relationship which our wives enjoyed. We were all very sexually open and adventurous people; that was one of the things which I loved most about my wife.

That adventure opened up to Nick and I one evening when we were all hanging out at their condo after dinner. We settled into the living room to watch TV and soon our wives were stroking and caressing each other affectionately. That led to kissing and shirts coming off and soon my wife was sucking on the nipples of Nick's wife. Nick and I were both getting obviously aroused by the show so he suggested we head into the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom our wives undressed each other with the tenderness that only a woman can bestow. Nick and I eagerly peeled off our own clothes and joined them on the bed. As our wives became more entangled in their own lovemaking, Nick and I joined in the kissing and caressing, the two of us unintentionally getting closer in the process. At one point we started touching each other, running our hands over each others' backs and then chests and then down to our cocks. At that point our attention shifted from what the girls were doing to the intense, powerful sensations we were experiencing: the feeling of stroking another man's cock while having a hand on our own. It was an electric feeling; all the memories of my college mansex experiences came flooding back: the intensity, the shame, the lust, the power, the indulgence. Something in me had reawakened. I had rediscovered my lust for sex with a man.

Their bed was too small for Nick and I to continue with our sexual encounter with the girls going at it at the same time. By that point Nick's wife was sucking on my wife's nipples and fingering her pussy at the same time, and doing a very good job of it judging by the passionate moaning. Nick and I decided to leave the girls to their own devices and move out to the futon in the living room. By that time our mutual cock rubbing had made me so horny I could barely contain myself. I sat back on the futon and Nick kneeled in front of me and took my hard, throbbing cock in his mouth. It had been several years since a man had sucked my dick. I had forgotten how good it felt to have a man go down on me. My wife gives a mind-blowing blowjob but there's something about the raw power of a man going down on me that can't be equaled. Nick hit just the right spots, swirling his tongue around the head of my cock and running the tip down my shaft. He used a free hand to lightly caress my balls and rub the sensitive spot in front of my asshole. As my cock became more erect and my abs tightened I got the sensation of excitement in my ass and started wanting him to fuck me.

Sensing my growing excitement, Nick stopped sucking me off and moved up to kiss me. It was a torrent of feelings as I kissed another man. It was such a strong embrace; I started wanting to lose myself in the moment and give in to total sexual submission. I was longing for him to take charge of me and let myself have the ultimate indulgence of mansex. We kissed passionately as I let my tongue linger on his lips, savoring the taste of my cock in his mouth. I love the flavor; one of my favorite parts of having my wife suck my cock is kissing her afterward.

With both Nick and I on the futon I moved him into a 69 position as we lay on our sides. He didn't want me to come yet so he was only lightly teasing my cock. I started sucking on him with the gusto of a cheerleader on prom night. I gripped his shaft at the base and began sucking it like a greedy slut. Having not sucked a cock since college, I was out of practice and was gagging somewhat. Nick was very patient and was enjoying every minute of my blowjob. He gave me ample time to practice and get into a good rhythm.

While I enjoyed sucking his cock, there was something more I wanted from him-- no, needed from him. I needed him to fuck me. I've always loved anal sex, whether as a giver or as a receiver. I had a girlfriend who was very kinky and liked to fuck me with a strap-on and sometimes would finger my ass while she sucked my dick. Having something in my ass always drives me wild. Nick's earlier stroking behind my balls had my ass ready and willing for a good fuck. I took his cock out of my mouth and told him that I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me good. He was more than happy to oblige. He got up from the futon and went for the bottle of lube. While he was grabbing the lube I turned around on my back with my legs held up and presented my willing ass to him.

Nick lubed up his cock and then knelt down on a large pillow in front of me to create just the right angle. He put some lube on his finger and slowly started circling my asshole, sending shivers up my spine. There I was, naked before him, practically begging him to fuck my ass and cross the ultimate boundary of male submission. I needed that powerful feeling of a man plowing into me; I needed to feel filled to capacity. Nick started pressing his finger slowly into me and I started to melt inside. My head rolled back and my eyes closed and I was fully engulfed in the passion of the moment. Nick continued to work his finger around inside my ass giving me waves of pleasure and preparing me for his ultimate entry.

Once I was loosened up he leaned forward with his cock and pressed the head into my ass. The rush of feelings was just indescribable. It was one of the most amazingly erotic moments of my life. Having my ass fucked was never this intense in college! He pressed his cock further into my hole and I loved it. All my attention was focused on my ass and the sublime feeling of it being filled with a cock.

Nick finally pressed all the way in. He leaned over and took one of my nipples in his mouth and started lightly teasing it. The added sensation of having him suck on one of my nipples gave me sparks and nearly sent me over the edge. He looked up in my eyes and said, "So, you like that?"

"God yes, Nick! I love it! But I want you to fuck me. Fuck me good. I need it!"

That was all the more encouragement he needed. He leaned up and slowly pulled back. Then he plunged back into me and I felt the raw power of another man fucking me. It was an intoxicating combination of lust, eroticism, taboo and excitement. He started slowly at first but then built up speed. Soon he was pounding my ass good and hard. God, it felt so amazing! There was nothing in the world that felt quite like giving myself completely to Nick and letting him fuck my ass!

After a short time of his buttfucking I tensed up and started to come. I shot my first wad of jizz up into the air and it landed on my stomach. Everything after that was a blur of orgasmic delight. Just after I started coming Nick started to come. The contractions of my ass from my orgasm was enough to push him off the edge and he started pumping his seed deep inside me. It sent me into another wave of orgasmic bliss.

Soon after Nick withdrew from my ass and leaned back on the floor panting. It was then that we noticed the girls standing naked in the living room, having just watched our final sexual act.

"Wow, honey, that was amazing! That was so fucking hot! I never knew two men fucking could be such a turn-on!" my wife exclaimed.

"You two were really going at it. I'm impressed," Nick's wife said. She turned to my wife and said, "That got me really wet again. What do you say we go back to the bedroom and start all over?" As she said it, she lightly caressed my wife's left breast, causing her to shudder.

"Yeah, let's do it. I've got all kinds of new, naughty fantasies in my head after watching our husbands fuck each other."

To which I said, "You're not the only one, sweetie!"



Incompleteness



My fingers rubbed the crotch of the panties on the hanger. The goddess walked, no floated towards me. I melted as I watched her long legs carry her beautiful body towards me. I could feel the passion juice start to run down my thigh.

"Don't you just love the feel of those?"

"Sara, I'd love the feel of your panties as I slid them off that wonderful ass of yours. I bet between your legs, you smell like the honey of the gods."

"I would offer to show you some other panties, but I know you don't ever wear any. Just the way I like my women, showing their bare pussy."

"Great legs. I bet those are thigh highs. Wish I could see the dark band at the top of them. That's the best part."

"Let me show you some nighties that you'd look so sexy in while laying on my bed tonight."

As she walked ahead, she pulled her skirt up and showed me the firm naked cheek of her left hip.

"What size pussy do you have?"

"Maybe you could measure it with your tongue?"

"Step into the dressing room and I can lick it nice and clean before you try this on."

As she turned and held the nightie up to herself, her blouse unbuttoned by itself and her firm right breast fell into view. She reached up and held it. "I'd love for you to suck on this." It seemed strange since it was maybe twice as big as the other one. 

I leaned forward to take the nipple between my lips ...

'... the morning rain, I used to feel uninspired ...' I slapped the CD player as the alarm went off. Fucking A! Why, why does that always happen? Sleeping with my vibe in me all night on medium sure makes for strange dreams.

I stood naked by my side of the bed and pulled the sheet and quilt up under the pillow. Didn't need to do that to the other side, it was still nice and neat. Day 36 since fuck face Lisa left me. Damn her. I didn't think I was that bad a lay. Just not as kinky as her I guess.

Jean sat across the aisle from me at work. Her little work table, like mine, piled with folders. No privacy shield and I could see her legs. Wouldn't kick her out of bed for sure. Lot of nice looking women here. Lately Jean had started sitting with her legs spread apart. Don't know why. I could see all the way up to her white panties. It was almost like there was a spotlight shining on them at times. 

Yeah I looked. Hell yes I'd rip those puppies off and make her beg for me to stop sucking her clit. I could almost hear her screaming "Kate, suck me harder!" I knew Jean was married, at least she passed him off as her husband, I think she did. I'd met them once in some store, forget where or when. All I could think of when I first saw him was Porky Pig. How the hell did he kiss her and fuck her at the same time with that medicine ball for a stomach? And she was so nice looking. How strange.

Today she sat there with that 'I'm so happy grin' on her face. Makes me want to throw up sometimes. No one can be that happy all the time. Can they? Could be some facial plastic surgery that left a perpetual smile by accident. I made a quick morning check of her panties. Holy fuck! I can see her pussy staring right back at me. Well Jean, I see you and raise you one. I spread my knees apart and let our cunts stare at each other. Damn, I think she even spread her legs a little more. I puckered my mouth a little as I looked in her direction and blew her a kiss.

I popped a DVD in and settled back, naked, on the couch. I was already fingering myself as my number one favorite movie 'Lesbian Pussy Licking All Night Long' started. Nothing much more than what the title implied either. Oh God, Lisa could have been a perfect actress for this movie.

It was 2 AM when I woke up, still sitting on the sofa, the movie long over. I dragged my still horny body into the bedroom for a few more hours of much needed sleep.

During my lunch break, I stopped by a department store next to where I had lunch. Touching some panties like in the dream, a chubby sales woman waddled up.

"Don't wear them out honey."

I looked around and Sara was nothing like the dream. "Hate to even wear them. Just like the feel."

She glared at me, making a little 'harumph' sound as she walked off. God, she had enough ass for several women.

"My, those do feel sensual. Love cotton, specially in the crotch."

I saw a nice hand near mine, the long fingers ending in nails that stopped neatly near the end of the finger tip. They moved around the crotch of a pair just like what I was still fondling.

She whispered, almost a moan. "Hmmm. Makes me ... Sorry. Getting carried away."

Made a quick survey of her body. Very nice. Not exactly like in the dream, but fucking close. Could have sworn my heart even missed a few beats.

She looked straight into my eyes. In a low soft tone "Sounds like I can't even pull yours off."

"I guess I could buy some."

"I'd love that. Bet you have to go back to work though."

Her tits were begging to be pulled out of her blouse and sucked on. The nipples were so obvious. They looked like a tent pole in a circus tent as they pressed hard against the fabric.

"Guess this qualifies as a health emergency."

She picked 2 pairs of white Calvin Klein 365 hipsters ribbed cotton panties off the rack. "I'm Sara. These are real sexy." Actually they were more of a cream color. Very tasteful. Guess they would become more tasty soon.

"I like that name. It's been popping up a lot lately. I'm Kate."

We stood naked next to her bed. Sara pulled part of the panties out of the plastic wrapper, and rubbed it between her fingers for a while. "Love the ribs in these." Pulling it completely out, she tossed them to me. "Put them on."

A hard shove pushed me on my back. Her teeth pressed through the ribbed cotton cloth against the tender lips between my legs. Her long tongue pushed it deeper inside me, nearly to my heart it seemed.

"You taste so good. I can feel the delicious wetness through your panties already."

"Cause you are driving me wild you lovely slut."

I must have said the magic words. She slipped a finger through the leg hole and shoved a finger deep inside me, probing for my spot. In a flash I was overwhelmed by the initial wave of orgasm. I knew more were to come.

"Eat me bitch!" I screamed. "Eat me through these fucking panties."

I'd been watching Jean's naked pussy for several mornings now. I don't know why, but I was so turned on by the sight. Guess I'm just a sucker for a nice set of lips.

Standing in front of a sink in the bathroom, little puddles of water here and there on the counter, a drop of soap under the dispenser, my hands dripping with water. I looked left and right. No paper towels once again. Shit! I was shaking my hands dry over the sink when Jean walked in. She stopped to one side, slightly behind me. Without a word, she suddenly pulled her hand up the back of my thigh, under my skirt, and rested it over my bare hip.

"Nice ass Kate."

"Don't stop there."

Her hand moved around my hip and a finger rested over my slit. "Been looking at this and it feels as nice as I expected."

"Ready to change teams?"

"Oh baby, I've been on this team for a long time."

"What about Mike?"

A finger drove deep inside me, a piece of her hand rested over my clit and ground hard against it.

"That slob? He's my brother, not my husband. Was just helping him that day. How's this feel?"

"Pretty damn nice."

I met Sara for dinner. As we left, the parking lot was dark about midway between our cars. As we stood face to face, she ran her hand up my skirt and felt.

"Got mine on too. Good."

"I didn't wash mine either."

No one could see us and we spent several minutes rubbing our hands over our panty covered crotches. Not reaching under the fabric, just over the outside, feeling the softness of the ribbed cotton.

By her car door, she pressed her lips against my ear. "Does the slut want her panties nibbled on?"

I turned and held her ear lobe between my teeth and mumbled "Eat me bitch, all night long." I pulled a matching jersey top out of my purse. "And put this on! I know your tits will be so delectable covered with this."

The stall door opened. Before I could walk out, Jean put her hand on my chest.

"Want you to watch me piss."

She pushed me back into the stall. The door shut behind us. She shoved me hard against the inside of the closed stall door, lifted her pleated knee length skirt as she backed over the toilet, and sat down, legs spread wide. As the stream started, she put a finger in it making the stream splatter some. 

Jean held her hand up to me. "A taste?" Without waiting for me to answer, she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean. Finished, she stood without wiping herself. Holding my hand, she dragged my fingers across her piss covered pussy lips. "All better now."

The stall door slammed behind us just as the outside door opened. That was close. "Hi Mary." My boss. Got to be more careful.

Mary gave me a friendly whack on the bottom. "Nice to see ya Kate."

I revved up my vibe and watched 'Pussy Lickers, pt 5'. Didn't touch myself, just let the vibe work its wonders by itself. Well I did wipe a few fingers full of juice off more than once.

As I turned the TV off, the phone rang.

K: Hello?

A: Is Jodie there?

K: I'm so sorry that I'm not Jodie. You have such a sensual voice. Can we talk for a moment?

A: Sure. I just going to try and talk Jodie into coming back to me.

K: I'm Kate. My girlfriend left me not so long ago too. A real bummer. Probably for the best. Don't know yet.

A: Jodie loved my pussy. I would go crazy with her lapping me with that big tongue of hers. ... Oh, I'm Anna.

K: You're making me all wet again.

A: Kind of turned on myself. Wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me like this. I like dirty talk on the phone.

K: What do you have on?

A: Just pulled my skirt and panties off. Have a finger over my clit.

K: I'm naked and I just pulled my vibe out. Had it in during the movie. I'm sopping wet.

A: What movie?

K: Pussy Lickers, pt 5.

A: Oh I love that series. I have the first 10 DVDs.

K: I have a friend that loves to eat me through my panties. I only wear them for her.

A: Jodie was like that. There was a particular style of Calvin Klein panties she really got turned on by.

K: 365 hipsters?

A: Oh my God! That's the one. With the ribs? She never could get off except with those. ... Just a second ... Ah ah ... yeah baby, fucking good one ... yeah ...

K: Sounds like a good orgasm. Do that by yourself?

A: With your help.

K: Glad to be here.

A: Maybe we can have some coffee one day?

K: Seems we have some things in common. Why not? Want to just be surprised or should we tell each other what we look like?

A: I like surprises.

As I look for an empty changing room to try on an obscenely short skirt, I spot one with the door open. Standing in front of it, a naked woman is standing on one leg with the other wrapped around her neck. Her fingers flying over her pussy like Jimi Hendrix playing his guitar. I can hear 'Purple Haze' playing over the store sound system. The leg she was standing on was covered in a shear black thigh high stocking with a lovely lace top. The other leg was bare. I stood there watching. She looked at me, then knelt down and picked up a pair of panties. "Bet you'd like to eat my pussy through these?" She sat down on the bench and put them on with her leg still around her neck. "You watching me is making me so damp."

'... Oh, I won't be afraid, Just as long as you stand, Stand by me, ...' I slap at the alarm clock. Damn. Where do these dreams come from? Didn't even sleep with my vibe in me last night.

Sitting at my desk, Jean is not at hers, I sort though a pile of folders trying to remember where I stopped yesterday.

"Morning Kate. Brought you a special drink, still nice and warm. 98.6." Jean put a small paper cup on my desk. "Already had me some." I looked in and it was a cup of her light yellow piss. She looked back over her shoulder. "Best before it cools down." She held her cup as if she were making a toast.

The front door closed behind me. Ah, a moment of quiet sanity, at last. 

That didn't last long. A knock, an open door, Anna walked in with a bag of KFC. Finished, with the garbage a little fuller now, we finished our third beer. 

She pulled something out of her purse. "Ta Da. Brought my 365's. Want to eat me? Or are you full already?"

A few quiet evenings later, trying to relax. TV not even on for a change.

ring, ring. "Hello?"

"Hey baby. Want to play around? I only have on that matching jersey. Could really go for some of your nice pussy covered in those ribbed panties."

I lie a little, but always in need of some licking. "Good timing. I'm ready for your mouth about now. Door's open when you get here."

When she walked in, Sara was wearing only a top coat and the jersey top. I sat on the couch with only the matching panties on, one leg draped over the arm of the couch, the other foot extended far in the other direction, resting on the coffee table.

"Leave the top coat on slut! Just eat me!" I demanded.

Her tongue pressed hard against the fabric pushing it between my pussy lips quickly wiping up my gushing juices. As her head pulled back, her teeth bit into the cloth of the panties and pulled it back, then letting it go with a soft 'pop' as it slapped against my cunt.

"I love the fit of these against that delicious crotch of yours."

"Right now I'm feasting my eyes on the way that jersey flows over those lovely boobs you've got hanging from that chest." I reached out and stroked the underside of a breast with the edge of my index finger.

"As much as I would like that and its neighbor shoved up my cunt next to each other, it feels so very nice just touching my tit for now."

As I started to leave for work the next morning, I noticed a voice mail message.

"Hey love, it's Anna. Was going to invite you and that sexy voice to have coffee this weekend, but I need to run out of town. Can't wait to join you for a movie marathon night of 'Pussy Lickers'. Will call when I get back. Keep it moist baby."

Not even halfway to my desk yet. Mary called out from the door to her office. "Hey Kate. Got a minute?" 

"Close the door."

A panicked look covered my face.

"Don't worry Kate. This isn't about you. You're one of my favorite people here. You do such great work."

I rubbed my finger across my forehead. "Had me a little worried Mary."

"Sorry. No this about Jean. She's been acting a little strange lately. I value your opinions. Other's have mentioned her to me and I was just wondering if you'd noticed anything."

"Like what?"

"Seems she offered a glass of piss to one of the other women."

"I saw her licking her fingers in the bathroom once. Didn't bother me though."

"She ever touch you?"

"Would that have bothered you Mary? I mean if I'd touched you."

"I didn't say this, but I'd be flattered if YOU touched me."

"Strictly off the record of course, you mean you've thought about that?"

"Hmmm yeah! What do you think that little swat by the bathroom the other day was all about."

"Sorry I've held back. Maybe we should have dinner. Tonight?" I was always horny. Maybe I'd get lucky.

I didn't see Jean at her desk as I put my purse down. Later Paul, the office manager, was packing up her personal things.

It was drizzling as I stepped out the front door. Waiting under the awning for Mary, I had a chance to watch all the people in the building head home or where ever they were going. Love to people watch. I was just a little nervous going out with 'the boss' after Jean just got sacked.

"Hi Kate. Thanks for waiting out here. Can't have anyone think you're kissing my ass."

"I might want too." I grinned.

"I won't tell anyone." She laughed. I guessed it was her way of saying this was going to be fun tonight and not to worry.

Guess I'd never really looked at Mary in 'that way'. She wasn't at all bad looking. A little older, not much, maybe a year or two. About the same height, in good shape it seemed. I guessed she could crank my motor just fine.

She looked over in my direction. "Let's just take my truck. I can drop you back here later."

"Sure."

The light rain stopped as I followed her, watching her shapely ass move back and forth under her skirt. Her long legs with slightly tan stockings, nice loafers. If I were a dog, my fangs would be deep into those cheeks. Wow! Shake it one time for me.

"Its open. Who would want to steal this piece of shit."

I sat on the bench seat. No seat belts. What year truck was this anyway?

"Honey, slide that sweet bottom of yours on over there." Just as the radio started to make some noise, she turned it off. "Too country."

I slid over so our hips touched and I laid my hand on her thigh. She put her hand on mine and pushed it all the way under her skirt until it rested on her crotch.

My fingers stroked the bare skin with some short hair. "Glad you don't have any panties on." A finger parted the folds of skin.

"Oh Kate, I've dreamed about this last several nights since I whacked your bottom back by the bathroom." My finger slid the full distance, bottom to top, and brushed against the clit. "Just like that Kate. Oh Baby!"

A woman walked along the sidewalk on crutches with one leg.

"Would you look at that dish! How I'd like to plow her field."

Mary spent so much time looking at the woman, she almost drove us into a parked car as the street curved. I didn't know what the attraction was. Her looks? She was quite pretty. The missing leg? Probably not. Too weird.

I quickly put my hands forward. "Whoa!"

"Sorry. My sister Cindy is like that. How do I ever like to have my mouth all over her body. Oh my yeah. That little piece of thigh ..."

"You and your sister ...?"

"Heavens yes! She is good. Real good. She keeps me fat, dumb, and happy. Oh Baby! I should hook you two up. She's two years younger than me. I bet you'd cream in your panties if you saw her naked in your bed. ... Oh sweetie, your finger is doing good things to me. ... I almost thought about stopping for that one back ..."

"Want to stop? I don't mind."

"Like a little piece of that action yourself, huh?" I felt like saying 'if it has a pussy and moves', but didn't. A little too coarse for me, even around Mary.

Mary pulled next to the curb and looked back in the rear view mirror. "I don't see her anymore. Drat!"

Looking in the side mirror, then the tires squealed as she pulled, almost swerved, back into the street. All I could think about was how different Mary was away from work. I would have NEVER expected any of this from the Mary I knew there. My finger continued to twiddle her pussy lips.

We both ordered Scotch on the rocks. I held her hand and stroked my fingers along hers. She had nice nails, neatly trimmed. Not the big long claws with glitter or stars some women had. I took her hand and placed it under my skirt and over my crotch as she had done to me in the truck. I even pushed a finger tip of hers against my clit.

"That feels good Mary. Very good." I smelled the finger that had been inside her, then licked it while looking at her. "Nice."

After three drinks and a burger platter each, we steadied each other out to the truck.

"Any chance of talking you into coming home with me. Cindy, my Sis, is probably home by now. The three of us could have a grand time."

"My car? And I need to go home and change before work."

"Oh hell Kate!" She sounded pretty drunk to be driving. "So you'll be a little late. I won't tell. It's not far and we have to pass the office on the way to my place. You can follow me."

Mary flipped her cell phone open. "Hey Sis! Mary. Got someone dripping to meet you. ... Hell yes she's fine. A nice tasty pussy too. ... Great. Suck me soon!"




Incompleteness



"She's ready."

After a long day at work, the next evening as I dragged my tired ass in the door, it was all I could do to make to the bed. I crashed in a big way, clothes still on.

The second evening, I was just a little more awake, but not much, as I walked in the door.

ring, ring. "Hello?"

"Hey Kate! It's Cindy. Just want to let you know what a wonderful time I had with you the other night."

"Sweet thing, you wore me out with that hot tongue of yours."

"I wanted to know if you'd like to get together again? Maybe just the two of us?"

"I'd love to. Would be crazy to pass up one the absolute best pussy eating's of my life. When?"

"Well Mary hooked up with that woman you saw the other day and is going out with her tomorrow night. How about if I just come over to your place after work?"

When I opened the door, Cindy stood on the porch, balanced on her crutches. Dressed in a short thin cream colored wool dress, the full length zipper pulled up to just below her navel. The edges of her breasts clearly visible, maybe even a tiny hint of the dark skin around her nipples. That sharp rise in the skin as the mound goes up at a sharp angle from the breastbone, then tapers over to the nipple. Oh my God, let my lips at those globes of skin again. A body with not a hint of extra weight. Her long shapely leg, thick nowhere, slim and firm everywhere; covered in a shear stocking. Nice black shoe, closed rounded toe, and a short heal. Her hair with long waves of small blonde curls. Blue eyes on either side of a perfect nose above lips that needed to be kissed for a very long time. A smile that demanded 'fuck me completely'.

As she walked past me, the hem of her dress flipped up revealing those cute tight cheeks of her ass, not a hint of panties. She knew exactly what she was doing to me too. She was good, real good.

"You're drooling a little Kate."

"Yeah fuck! You are dazzling. Sure you are the Cindy I met the other night? You know, Mary's sister?"

"I clean up very well." She giggled. "I take it you approve?" She turned just long enough to wiggle her hips. As she did, they peeked out again from under her dress.

"Do that again and I may just have to wrestle you to the floor and suck you inside out."

"You wouldn't take advantage of a poor helpless cripple now?" She laughed, turned, and wiggled her hips again. This time a little harder, a little more exposed ass. She caught the hem at the back of the dress in one hand and held it up few moments.

Before she let go, I picked her up, the crutches falling to the floor with a loud rattle and crash, carried her into the bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed, falling along side her. 

It started slow, not the wild, frenzy, crazy sex with past lovers, not like when Sara and I played with the panties, not even like the other night when I was with Mary and Cindy. She held my face in her hands and kissed me with the slow deliberate passion of a lifelong lover. Sweet, gentle kisses on our lips, our tongues touching, softly, rubbing against each other. Kissing eye lids, inside ears, stopping to nibble ear lobes occasionally.

Nearly an hour later, we still had our clothes on, still just kissing around each others faces, our necks, our throats. The effort, the joy, the pleasure shared equally. A few tentative touches here and there, a touch of a breast, a touch over the crotch. It was clear we meant to be at this for a long time. I longed for exactly what she was giving me, what I was giving her. 

We awoke the next morning, naked, dried stuff over the tops of our thighs, wrapped in each others arms. Her still asleep, I could feel the soft breath blow against my cheek. I kissed her lips, sliding my tongue all along them, giving them moisture to cure the dryness sleep had provided, to wipe away some of the crusted wetness. Her tongue slipped between her lips and through the space between mine. Her lips extended until they pressed against mine. We kissed for a few minutes. Long kisses, short kisses. Mostly long kisses. A few pecks.

"Oh my Kate, my beautiful Kate. I'm in love for the first time."

"Darling Cindy. Last night was the most wonderful night ... ever. I've been around such unusual people for a long time. You make me feel so 'normal', so complete. I love you just the way you are." 

Cindy spent the next 4 nights with me and you know, I didn't have any strange dreams. The next week, we moved 800 miles away and are still together.