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Slumber

By: lovelykate



Like a scene in a familiar painting, she lay on the bed, beautifully and unselfconsciously erotic, tangled in a mass of silky sheets. Her long, red hair tumbled around her shoulders, skimming across the swell of her breasts, tousled in sleep. She nestled her head against her left arm, her right arm lifted above her head, straining the satiny material of her nightgown across her breasts. Her nipples were visible through the light fabric of the gown. They had hardened when he’d opened the window and let some of the cool air in. Her long, smooth legs were spread akimbo, and he could see every inch of them, from the merlot tinted nails on her delicate feet, to the very tops of her thighs. Her gown bunched up around her hips, offering him the tantalizing shadow of her womanhood hidden beneath it. 

He knew that she hid a nest of red curls under the satin, and that she was soft and tasted sweet. His loins tightened as he planned his overture. "Cara," he whispered as he looked down at his feast, "tonight you are mine."

She stirred in her sleep, troubled by the dream. She could feel him, close by, waiting for her. Her heart pounded as she hid, terrified by a presence she could not see. She sensed him; deep inside he called to her, tauntingly, seductively. "Come to me, cara, you who have begged for someone, something, to lead you far from here." I will take you this night.

She sprang from her place, nestled close to the dark green plants that hid her. Her feet pounded the earth as she ran across the dimly lit forest floor. She heard him; she heard it, following her, running as was she, faster, deep into the night. He growled her name, "Miriam," and she knew that he was not human, not of this world. Panic gave her feet wings. 

His hot breath caressed her bare calves. With a lunge, he captured her, pinning her to the soft ground. "You should not have run from me, this night."

She lay on her back, terrified. Eyes pressed shut, she could feel the strong animal body weighing on her, hear her own fast breathing. "Look at me, Miriam, and know me, for tonight I will take your body and you will relish in mine."

Her eyes opened slowly, to be transfixed by a pair of glowing gold eyes only inches from her face. "My love," came his voice. She was startled. Miriam had not known that wolves could speak.

She awoke with a start. The man stood before the bed, hidden in part by shadow. Her heart raced but her voice was calm. "You are here." 

The man dipped his head in acknowledgement. "I have waited for too long." His voice was deep.

"You’ve been looking for me, haven’t you?" It wasn’t a question.

"You are my mate, Miriam. I have never stopped looking for you." 

"I don’t understand."

"You will remember," he stepped into the light. His powerful form loomed above. "Come to me," he beckoned.

She rose, unable to halt the movement of her traitorous limbs. He drew her into his arms, and his golden eyes bore into hers. "Miriam. Look at me and remember." Her eyes widened and she found herself falling, fast, sheltered by a golden light.

Caleb looked down at the pale woman in his arms. His love for her lay heavy in his breast. Miriam’s eyes closed as she looked deep into the recesses of her memory. Her lids fluttered, and her breath sped up. "No," she moaned, deep in another dream. He gathered her close as her fragile body shook with the power of her remembrances. "Love…stay…" she murmured as she fainted. Caleb took his woman into his arms, and laid her down on the bed.

Some moments later, she began to stir. "You’re awake," he spoke.

Miriam felt safe in the arms that cradled her. "Yes, my love." 

"Will you be with me?" His voice was husky with emotion.

"Forever, love." She turned into his embraced and covered his mouth with hot kisses. "I need you. Please take me." She was urgent, and the sudden need to mate with this man drove her. Miriam pushed him on his back and straddled his lap.

"Miriam," he moaned, all thought of seduction destroyed by the wanton woman who he loved. She moved, grinding her warmth into his hardness. There were no more words.

She pushed his shirt over his head. When his chest was bared, she leaned down to take his nipple into her mouth. He whispered her name again. She moved down his body, sinuously, her breasts grazing his chest, his hard cock. Miriam’s fingers fell to the buckle of his belt, fumbled with it. His trousers followed his shirt to the floor, until he lay naked and strong before his woman. 

She gasped at his body, a perfect creation of nature. Crisp, dark hair curled at his chest. His powerful arms rippled with muscle. 

He grasped the low neck of her gown with both of his hands, and in one strong tug, rent the material. And there she was before him, naked and beautiful, with her long hair cascading down her back and around her shoulders. She was all-powerful in that moment, a goddess deep in the throes of lust and love.

Miriam’s eyes glittered with passion as she leaned down to kiss her lover. "Caleb," she whispered, "let me take you, now." His tongue captured hers. She clasped his head in her hands and deepened the erotic kiss. Caleb’s hands fell to her heavy breasts. She moaned as she lifted her body up and over his throbbing penis.

"Do you want this body?" Speechless, he nodded. He could feel her wet warmth hovering just an inch above his cock. "Tell me, love. Tell me that you want to be inside of me. Deep in me."

"Yes," he growled. She thrust her body down onto his penis. 

Her back arched as he entered her. "Oh, Caleb," her voice rose in pleasure. He grasped her hips and drove into her. "Take me. Fuck me." Her words excited him to an even greater frenzy.

He held her to him as he flipped the two of them over. She, on her back, looked into his eyes as he began a powerful thrusting. Her cries rose into the air as he pounded into her soft body. His thick length touched the deepest parts of her and she wrapped her long legs around his body to draw him nearer.

Faster and harder he took her. Miriam’s eyes glazed over and she began to moan, saying his name over and over. "Caleb…Caleb…I love you." She exhorted him. 

He touched his lips to hers, "Miriam," he said simply. Her body clenched and seized around him. With a great cry, she came. His shout followed hers as his body emptied itself into her waiting warmth. 

"Love," she whispered, as she drifted into sleep.

"Love," he replied, as he followed her into oblivion.

Slumber Parties



Prologue...

Tara and Sandy have been best friends for as long as they could remember. The two girls lived on the same block and their mothers were friends, giving them plenty of time to play together as kids. As they got older, and went through school, Tara became very popular while Sandy was very shy and pretty much kept to herself. Usually, this would end a friendship like this, but not in this case.

It began in the early school years, when all of Tara's friends would have slumber parties. Tara could never go. Tara had a bed wetting problem which was so bad, that her mother had to resign to putting Tara in a diaper every night. Tara never wanted to risk the embarrassment of her secret getting out. On one such occasion when she was left out of a party, her mom suggested she have Sandy sleep over. When the sleep over came, both girls were dreading it. They had started growing apart, and neither was thrilled about the possibility of certain secrets leaking out. But they didn't have to worry.

In fact, the reason Sandy was so shy is that she had the very same problem. Every single night she would wake up with her sheets soaking wet. She also was diapered every night before bedtime. So, ever since that first slumber party, the two girls have had one sleepover every week.

Chapter 1... Tara and Sandy were finally done with community college. It ended was two weeks prior, and naturally, they'd celebrate with a slumber party. To this day, both girls had not gotten over their little problem, but that was merely an afterthought at this point. With their parents gone for the weekend, the two girls were to spend the whole weekend at Tara's before going off to the state university, where they were going to be roommates.

Tara got home from work that Friday afternoon a little late. Tara is a five foot four inch knockout with a nice tan and blonde hair that reaches her shoulders. She is in good shape from being on the swim team at school. She wears a 36A bra, and her small tits are capped off by puffy nipples. She completely shaves her pubic hair, for the swim team. 

Sandy had already been home for awhile. She got into the shower and washed her long chestnut hair. She lathered up her five foot eight inch skinny body, paying extra attention to her C-cup tits. She slid her soapy hands all over her body and down towards her mound, covered by a light brown strip of pubic hair. She slid two fingers over her clit and massaged it, rolling it around with her fingers until she came. After cleaning up, she stepped out of the shower and walked to her room. She dried and brushed her hair, and then plopped down on her bed, naked. She lay there, thinking about tonight's slumber party. She couldn't wait to stay over with her beautiful best friend. 

Ever since one particular sleepover, Sandy has had a crush on Tara. It started the summer after high school, when the electricity was out after a thunderstorm on a hot, sticky night. 

"Jesus, it is so hot in here," Tara whined, tugging on her night shirt to circulate some air.

"I know, I'm gonna lose like fifty pounds in sweat," Sandy complained.

"Hey, why don't we run some cold water over our heads before we get to bed?" Tara suggested.

"Awesome idea," Sandy agreed. They went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water in the tub. Tara stuck her head under the faucet and ended up getting her shirt wet instead of cooling her off.

"Shit!" Tara's long white tee shirt was clinging to the left half of her body. Sandy noticed that she could see Tara's puffy nipple on her left breast. Sandy looked away as Tara started talking again.

"Hey, remember when we used to take baths together when we were little?"

"Yeah," Sandy laughed.

"We should just do that, soak up for awhile; it'd be like going for a swim before bed! Then we'd be nice and cooled off." Sandy didn't know what to say, but Tara didn't mind. Tara peeled off her shirt and pulled down her panties. She turned towards Sandy. "You coming in?"

Sandy agreed and pulled off her shirt and panties and climbed in behind Tara. Tara's parents had a big tub that could be used as a jacuzzi when the electricity worked, so the two girls fit in without a problem. They splashed around, washed each other's hair, and relaxed, cooling off in the water.

With the hotness of that night, Tara said they should just sleep in their diapers. Sandy agreed, and they climbed into Tara's bed topless. Sandy woke up in the middle of the night with Tara's arm across her chest. Sandy felt her nipples harden under Tara's arm. Sandy checked her diaper, it was still dry. She slowly and quietly slid a hand into her diaper and began to rub her pussy. She rubbed her clit and dipped her fingers into her twat until she squirted her juices all over her diaper, moaning as she came. Her moans woke Tara up, and Sandy quickly pulled her hand from her crotch. Tara sat up groggily and looked at her friend.

"You alright Sandy?"

"Yeah, I was, I mean, I..." Tara reached down and felt the outside of Sandy's diaper.

"Oh. What are you stammering about? No biggie." Tara had assumed that Sandy had wet herself. "We drank way too much water before bed; I need to be changed too."

Nonchalantly, Tara grabbed two fresh diapers and some wipes from under the bed. Sarah didn't move. Usually, they'd go into the bathroom alone in the morning and change themselves. Tara didn't feel like getting up, and to her it seemed Sandy was too tired to move. Sandy just watched as Tara untaped her diaper, and wiped her pussy dry with a wipe before wrapping her up in a clean diaper.

"Could you do me?" Tara asked, not realizing the effect those words had on Sandy. Sandy sat up as Tara laid down and spread her legs. Sandy slowly took off Tara's wet diaper, and with her fingers trembling, grabbed a wipe. Sandy could see Tara's hairless pussy, her love hole ready to be entered and her clit ready to be touched. Sandy wiped that beautiful pussy clean, and wrapped her best friend's butt in a fresh diaper. Tara mumbled a thanks and drifted back off to sleep, as Sandy forced her self not to masturbate her sopping cunt before doing the same.

That's what Sandy was thinking about when she got into the shower today. She remembered every detail of that night and she hoped for a similar experience tonight.

Chapter 2...

As soon as Tara got home, Sandy came over. Sandy was wearing jeans and a tank top, but Tara was still in her work uniform. Her blouse was tied up due to the heat, and Sandy could clearly see up Tara's pleated skirt to her pink panties as Tara took off her shoes and socks.

"So, what do you wanna do first?" Tara asked.

"I dunno, let's get something to eat and watch a few movies."

The girls ate and drank as they watched movie after movie. Eventually, the clock was striking midnight and Tara stood up.

"Why don't we get ready for bed and then pop in another movie?"

"Sounds good." The girls went up to Tara's room. Sandy watched out of the corner of her eye as Tara pulled off the blouse and stepped out of the skirt to reveal a cute pink push up bra and matching pink panties. Sandy peeled off her tank top and jeans and noticed Tara looking at her.

"That's a great bra, where did you get it? I like the thong too, it's cute."

"Victoria's Secret," was Sandy's answer as she slid off the lacy black bra and orange thong. Tara followed suit, tossing the bra aside and pulling down her panties. Tara dropped to her hands and knees and Sandy stared at her puckered ass as she pulled out the diapers. Tara sat up and patted the bed. Sandy walked over and laid down, allowing Tara to diaper her. Sandy returned the favor, sliding a diaper under Tara's cute little ass, but paused before closing it.

"Tara, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot," Tara propped herself up on her elbows.

"Does it feel weird, ya know, having no hair down there?" Tara sat up and to Sandy's surprise rubbed her hand over her mound and spread open her lips a little before answering.

"Nah, I'm kinda used to it. You should try it, it feels cleaner."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You could use my razor if you want." Tara took off Sandy's diaper and the two naked girls went into the bathroom. Sandy's hand was shaking when she picked up the razor. "Aw, don't be scared. Here, I'll help." Tara took the razor and gently shaved her best friend's mound. Sandy wasn't sure if Tara was ignoring how wet her pussy was getting or if she really didn't notice. When Tara was done, she wiped Sandy's pubic area with a washcloth. The girls headed back into Tara's room, rediapered each other, and pulled on tank tops before heading downstairs.

They watched a horror movie as they continued snacking. Sandy got up and went to the kitchen. Tara watched the TV intently as the killer slowly stalked a young girl. Just as the killer was about to strike, Sandy jumped out at Tara. Tara shrieked in horror as Sandy cracked up.

"You little bitch!" Tara screamed as she pounced on Sandy, who was laughing hysterically, and began tickling her. After five minutes of rolling around on the floor, the two girls sat there catching their breath.

"Oh you little bitch," Tara said, "You scared the piss outta me!"

"Yeah, well you tickled it out of me." The two girls giggled and went upstairs. Sandy laid on the floor as Tara got diapers from under the bed. She took off Sandy's wet diaper and wiped her clean.

"Awww...look at your cute, bald little pussy," Tara cooed as she tickled Sandy's lips. Sandy's legs twitched at her friends touch.

"Making me pee myself wasn't enough, now you're trying to get me wet? Slut!" The girls giggled as Tara put a fresh diaper on her friend. Sandy took off Tara's diaper, cleaned her up, and mimicked Tara.

"Aww...what a cute little cunt!" She flicked at Tara's clit and could see her best friend's pussy moisten.

"Ok, ok! Get your fingers away from my clit and put my diaper on, you little hoe!" The girls sat around for a few minutes and then decided to play I Dare You. They made this game up to see who would do the most daring dare without chickening out. Whoever chickened out would be forced to pick a task out of a hat, tasks which they had written when thy first came up with the game. Tara went first.

"Alright Sandy, I dare you to...I dare you to kiss my ass!" Tara bent over and wiggled her ass in front of her friend's face, Sandy pulled the diaper to the side and kissed her friend's cute little butt.

"That was easy. I'm gonna get you good though, let me think. I dare you to walk to your driveway topless!" Tara giggled. The girls ran downstairs to the front door. Tara stopped.

"Oh shit, I can't go out like this," she said, pulling at her diaper. Sandy pulled the diaper off Tara. 

"Looks like you're going out there naked!" Tara ran down her walk to the driveway, and turned. Sandy admired her friends little titties as she ran back. Tara had an evil grin on her face as she got to Sandy. She pulled her friend back upstairs and tossed her a pair of shorts. Tara put her diaper back on and put on a long tee shirt that went halfway down her thighs.

"Sandy, I dare you to go to the corner store and buy something, while you're being rung up, I want you to piss in your diaper." Sandy was shocked. She had never worn a diaper outside, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Fine, but my next dare for you is to do it with me." The two girls walked to the store. They went in and looked around until they both had to go.

"What should we buy?" Sandy asked.

"I dare you to buy that Playgirl magazine!" The girls giggled. They went up to the counter. The guy behind the counter looked at them. Tara's tee shirt showed off her shapely legs, and he could easily see Sandy's nipples through her tank top. As he rung them up, the two girls held hands. Unbeknownst to him, they peed in their diapers through the entire transaction. Giggling, the girls left with the skin mag and scampered back to Tara's house. They went through the usual changing routine, but as Tara was wiping Sandy's mound with a baby wipe, Sandy came up with a dare.

"I dare you to stick something in my pussy." Tara looked surprised, but she was game. She went to her bureau and pulled out a small vibrator. She turned it on and parted her friend's vaginal lips, touching it to her clit. Sarah gasped at the touch, and began to moan as her pussy grew moist. With her horniness growing throughout the night, it took less than a minute for Sandy to orgasm. With a violent tremble she screamed in pleasure and her pussy erupted with juices streaming out, coating her legs and Tara's as well. Tara was shocked.

"Holy shit!"

"Ohmygod Tara I am so..."

"That was amazing! Do you always cum like that?"

Sandy was surprised at her friend's interest. "Uh, yeah..."

"Well then. I dare you to cum again." Tara got the Playgirl and gave it to her friend. Sandy decided it was now or never.

"Uh, Tara?"

"Yeah?"

"Could I just look at you instead?" Without answering Tara took off her shirt and diaper and sat naked in front of her friend. Sandy looked at her tiny titties, puffy nipples, and shaved cunt as she dipped her fingers into her own sopping vagina. She began circling her clit as Tara leaned in for a closer look. As soon as Sandy felt Tara's breath on her thigh, she squirted out another stream, hitting Tara right in the face. Tara jumped back, with her best friend's cum dripping from her chin. Sandy was frozen in horror; she thought she'd ruined everything. But to her surprise, Tara just asked, "Can I do it?"

Sandy nodded and Tara touched her friend's pussy. She slid two fingers up her hole and finger fucked her best friend who moaned and leaked out more of her juicy cum. Tara leaned over and flicked her tongue against her friend's clit, and received a mouthful of girl cum for her efforts. Tara set back and stared at Sandy's pussy, and gently began to rub her own. 

"I have to know what that feels like" Tara whispered as she vigorously rubbed her clitoris. As she rubbed more and more, it grew, looking like a miniature cock sticking out of her twat. She mounted her friend and began rubbing her own clit against Sandy's. Sandy's pussy erupted, shooting a powerful stream of cum into Tara's clit, sending Tara over the edge with an amazing orgasm. Tara collapsed on top of her friend, breathing heavily.

"That was amazing."

"I know." Sandy paused. "Tara?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been wanting that for a long time."

"Really?"

"Ever since we took that bath together."

"Aww, sweetie you should have told me."

Epilogue...

The next morning Sandy woke up next to Tara in bed. She caressed her best friend's tiny little tits until she woke up. Tara rolled over and hugged her, and actually liked feeling Sandy's big boobs pressed against her little mounds. The girls kissed.

They went to the bathroom and turned on the bathtub. As they took off their wet diapers, Sandy spoke up.

"Hey Tara"

"Yeah?"

"I dare you to fuck me in the bathtub." 



Slumber Party



I can still see it in high def, up close and personal; the image is engraved on my brain. The bald, glistening vulva of a teenage girl — a squirming, moaning teenage girl, knees up — is not to be forgotten. The best night of my life was the night my sister had a slumber party.

To save money during my last year of college, I moved back in with my parents and commuted from their home in a Boston suburb. In May, my father was invited to speak at a conference in California, and he invited my mother to fly out there with him for a long weekend. My 18-year-old sister Alicia had been looking forward to hosting a slumber party that Friday.  Since they were leaving early Friday morning, my parents tried to talk her into putting it off, but Alicia protested strongly, and they gave in. Four of Alicia's high-school friends showed up that night: Kate, Irene, Ling, and Patti. I won't keep you in suspense — I fucked every one of those sweeties.

I didn't even push for it. I never expected it could possibly happen. It seemed like it was just meant to be — the universe unfolding as it should. I had met each of the girls before, and I'd had a few fantasies, but that's it. What I expected was a night of TV alone downstairs, listening to a ruckus upstairs. And that's how it started. They were so loud that I went up to tell them to shut the door.

At the top of the stairs, I smelled pot — good pot. I found them not in Alicia's room but in our parents' room, all five of them sitting in a circle on the king-size bed. Mom and Dad wouldn't have liked that too much, nor would they have approved of the blunt they were passing around as they traded jokes between howls of laughter. They were all in nightgowns or pajamas.

None of them saw me in the doorway until I said, "What will you give me to keep this a secret?"

The reply, and it was a quick one, came from Patti, cheerfully smiling from the far side of the bed. Holding up the blunt, she said, "How 'bout a toke, for starters?" There were giggles all around. I knew Patti better than the other guests. She is my sister's oldest friend, so I had watched her grow up.

"Sounds good to me," I said, strolling up to the edge of the bed and reaching for the blunt.

"Not so fast," Patti said with mock solemnity. "You have to be in your pajamas to join this party."

A few of the girls laughed at that remark. The rest were silent, though I think they all were pretty well stoned by then.

"I usually just sleep in my boxers," I said.

"Well then go get them!" That was my sister, thereby inviting me to join her slumber party, to my amazement.

I just stood there. Were they serious? I wasn't sure what to do.

"Wait, wait!" shouted Patti. "Are you wearing boxers now?"

"Well, yeah."

"Then let's see 'em! Don't go anywhere, just strip down!"

That was enough for me. I did as I was told. A few seconds later, I was standing at the edge of the bed in my underwear and inhaling such a deep drag of ganja that I coughed out most of the smoke, which prompted so much laughter that I felt like the world's greatest comedian.

So here it comes: I'm going to tell it as it lives in my memory — in the present tense.

*****

"Join us," Patti says, patting the bed beside her and scooting a bit toward Kate. They all shift to make room for me, though I do sense some tension in the group.

"How could I turn that offer down?" I say, walking around the foot of the bed and taking a place next to Patti. The blunt comes around again. My second and third tokes, wisely aerated, are more successful, and in a flash I am stoned — beyond time, but certainly not beyond lustful hope. I look from one girl to the next, all around the circle, as they continue chatting amongst themselves. I linger on each lovely pair of eyes, some of which meet my gaze.

"Just right," I say. "One more person and this bed would be crowded."

Gales of laughter again.

"I'm serious!"

More laughter. Is it nervous laughter? No, don't be paranoid. They want me here.

"So, you coming to see us all graduate next weekend?" Patti asks.

"You bet. I wouldn't miss my little sister's graduation. Being back in the gym will bring back memories."

"I dread sitting there for hours in a cap and gown," says Alicia. "I sure hope the day is not a hot one."

So it goes. We talk about various things, nonstop. Since they will all be starting college in the fall, they want to know what it's like, but it's not just a Q &A. It's not even a single conversation. I'm listening as much as I'm talking, though I find it hard to hold onto a train of thought. And there are many trains of thought, with several of us speaking at once.

Patti Very slowly, I become more aware of Patti, who, by the way, is a blonde with a ponytail, and cute as a button. Ever since elementary school, she's had a reputation as the "bad girl," and right now she is inching closer to me. At first I think it is my imagination, but then we are touching. Her thigh, clad in thin cotton pajamas, is against mine. Then I feel her hand skittering along my bare back.

But I'm surprised enough to flinch, and brazen Patti says, loud enough for all to hear, "Not to worry, big boy. We're all adults here, right?"

"Let's take a poll," she chirps, scanning the faces of her four classmates. "How many of us are over 18?" All raise their hands, and Patti turns back to me. "Told you!"

I turn to her. We kiss, lightly at first, but she responds and hugs me tight. Do I dare go further, with four onlookers?

"Don't worry," she whispers in my ear. "I know where this is heading, and I want it. I've fantasized about sex with you for years."

I don't speak, but I'm thinking, "All right!" I've masturbated to visions of Patti sometimes, ever since Alicia told me she had lost her virginity at last year's junior prom. I even found myself thinking of her while I was in bed with a sorority girl just last month.

We make out for a while, and the rest of the group pulls back, in slow motion, to give us more room. Some girls stay on the bed, watching. Others leave the bed, but they're watching too.

We are exchanging tongues, and I slowly move my right hand in front of her left breast. Ever so gently, through the cloth of her pajamas, I gently squeeze the little nipple. Patti pulls away, panting. She lies back, and her knees come up.  This is one horny girl — the crotch of her PJs is so wet that it clings, completely revealing the contours of her fresh pussy beneath. Patty shaves! I rip the seam to get at the real thing. And there it is — her bald, shiny crotch. Cunnilingus is a must. I dive in.

She is squirming, moaning. I pull her pajama pants all the way off. I cup her sweet ass with both hands and squeeze each cheek and return to savoring her chubby clam. As I slurp and lick, I slide my hands to her hips, then up under her pajama top to massage her tender breasts. By now, she is rhythmically bumping her mound up against my mouth to intensify the contact. It's time. After quickly stepping back to pull down my briefs, I insert a finger into Patti's sopping vagina, then out again. She emits a happy groan.

"Wow, you're hot," I say, "and I happen to have a meat thermometer right here."

I lean over to support myself on the bed, and I plunge my hard cock into her, up to the hilt. After a few more exquisitely pleasurable strokes, she comes hard, quaking.

"Yep, you're done," I say. I pull out slowly and stand up. She just lies there, looking up at the ceiling with a smile on her face.

Ling I would have loved to get my rocks off, and it would have only taken a few more strokes with darling Patti, but hey, the evening is young. More to the point, my attention is drawn to the slim and lovely Asian girl next to us on the bed. She is prone, at a right angle to Patti with her little hands resting on her chin just a foot or two away. She has been closely observing our frolics.

"I'm sorry, but what's your name again?"

"Ling."

"Hi, Ling." Pretty lame, right? But frankly I'm not exactly in a conversational mood. I'm studying the rise of Ling's little ass under her nightgown. But then she swings around to a sitting position, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. She looked nervous. I'm afraid she will run off.  What can I say to keep her here? Then Patti sits up, revived, apparently, and I realize my hard-on is still jutting out. They look at each other, smile. Then they reach for my penis, pull me closer, and, one on each side, start licking!

Patti is doing the better job, but, needless to say, it is heavenly. They are both looking up at me. Patti is even cupping my balls. I'm more aroused than ever. But I'm still looking at Ling, with her straight, glossy black hair and striking black eyes. Would she spread her legs for me? Why not just ask? It was apparently my night. Patti, seeing where my current interest lies, withdraws — my first conquest of the evening now joins the spectators.

"Ling, would you lie back and let me look at you?

No answer, just a small smile, but she does it! She knows well enough what I was after, because she even pulls up her nightgown to show me her dainty treasure. Her delta of Venus is crowned with fine black down, every hair straight. Her legs are still together, and her hips form a perfect valentine. I hope she can tell I'm impressed. I want to treat her with courtesy.

"I'm a virgin," she says.

"For how much longer?"

"We'll see," she says, biting her lower lip. "I'm on birth control."

I slowly reach toward her quim, and she hesitantly opens her legs an inch or two. That's enough for me to run a finger along her slit. She quivers. As excited as I am, I force myself to take my time with this nymph. Very slowly, I pull her nightgown over her head, exposing her buttery nakedness. I lower myself down beside her, on my side. I nuzzle her neck, kiss her face, then her lips. I slide my hands up and down her supple body. She is compliant, but passive. I lightly cup, and then stroke one of her petite breasts, then the other. I touch one of her pea-sized nipples, and it stands up. I repeat the process with her other nipple as I rise to my hands and knees. I kiss the first nipple. She must like that; I hear faint little moans, as if she is falling asleep, but I know better. I continue kissing, then sucking, her nipples.

Then I notice she is scissoring her legs, ever so slowly at first, then a bit more urgently. She reaches up to me, and we kiss again. Then I lower myself down on top of her. We hug, though my lower torso is still off to the side. I caress her shoulder as we kiss. She shudders a bit, raises her knees a little, but immediately lowers them again. Her moaning is louder now. It's almost time. Slowly, ever so slowly, I inch my hand down her side and onto the middle of her flat, smooth belly. Soon, my fingertips are in her fine hairs, and when they find the hood of her clitoris, her hips jerk up. We are past the point of no return. When I cover her sex with my hand, she opens her legs. I slide my middle finger down her slit and into her vagina. As my nostrils had sensed, she is slick.

Keeping my finger inside her, I begin to massage her clit with my thumb, and I feel her canal open wider. She starts twitching, but I don't want her to come yet. In a flash, I am over her, supporting myself on my knees and elbows, stroking the sides of her head and kissing her. She kisses back. I pull back to look at her. The head of my penis is barely inside her inner lips.

"OK?" I ask. (Please, God.)

She nods quickly and wraps her legs around me. I slide home. She yelps and turns her head to the side as I burst through her maidenhead, but hugs me tighter. I keep still. Deep in her now, I feel a rush of compassion for this girl, now a woman. "Don't stop," she gasps. We are looking straight at each other as I back off, then slide in again, gently. Again. Again. Bless her heart, she is getting into it, using her slender legs to draw me into her on every stroke as we pick up the tempo. She enfolds me in her arms as well. A biblical term comes to mind — she is cleaving unto me. I grab her ass cheeks with both hands. With a shout, Ling orgasms. Her explosive contractions win my heart, and my semen.

Ecstatic yet relaxed, I pull slowly out of her. I see a spot of blood on the bedspread. I lie down beside her again. She is so affectionate. She takes her my face in her hands and kisses me.

"Thank you," she says.

After about 10 minutes of afterglow and pillow talk, Ling and I remember we have an audience. But not one of the other girls looks troubled. Quite the contrary, I see wide eyes. Two even have their hands on their crotches. But as I look, the hands drop back to their sides in embarrassment. 

I collect myself. It's time to keep the group together. All of a sudden I find myself acting like a coach: "OK girls, time to reform the circle, but this time, no clothes allowed."

My eyes go to Kate, who is the most polished of the bunch. Her parents drive BMWs. She is prim and proper, with good posture, shoulder-length dark brown hair, and a fresh face that reminds me of Natalie Wood in "Splendor in the Grass." Right now, in her silk, full-length nightgown, she is sitting back on her calves, but her back and neck are upright. She looks to me, then quickly to my sister, then crosses her arms and pulls her nightgown over her head.

Remaining nighties and pajamas are shed, though Irene, a petite redhead, lags behind, apparently reluctant but wanting to be accepted by the others. Irene is intriguing. Her wiry red hair is hard to manage, apparently — it is loosely gathered with a "scrunchy" at the back, with kinked, frizzy wisps hanging out here and there. There is something endearing about the way she sometimes brushes a wisp away from her freckled face.

A minute later, we are in session again, cross-legged. Yes, cross-legged! I'm really appreciating the opportunity to compare five nude teenage girls. When my eyes run the circuit this time, they are focused on crotches — a delightful variety of vertical smiles, no two alike. I see that Kate and my sister trim their pubes neatly. Kate's slit is open slightly, and her labia are more of a red, while Alicia's lower lips are pink, but fuller. In fact, I see the crinkles of her delicate inner folds peeking out; my sister must be excited. All have flat abdomens and firm, lean thighs. Patti and Alicia are wearing toenail polish; Patti's toenails are a sort of burgundy and Alicia's are bright red.

My eyes return to Irene, and I notice her freckles are much lighter around her breasts and hips, where they have obviously been protected from the sun by a two-piece swimsuit, but her labia are tightly closed. I know these girls have varying levels of sexual experience. 

The girls are certainly aware of me checking out their cunnies, but their eyes are all on my penis, which is rising again. I run the circuit again, this time focusing on breasts. The breasts of Kate and my sister are about the size of oranges. Patti's are closer to grapefruits. Irene and Ling have peaches. All of them are young and tender, of course — no sag. The difference in their nipples is fascinating. Some are pink, some brownish. Patti is to my right, Kate to my left.

"My turn again," yells Patti, and she bends over to take me in her mouth. Instantly, I am hard as a rock. The circle morphs again, as most of the girls scoot closer to observe Patti bathing, tickling, licking and sucking my erection. She has definitely done this before. In a dominant mood, apparently, sucking all the while, she uses an arm to direct me, turning me so my back is to the middle of the bed, then gently pushing on my chest until I'm on my back.

The next thing I know, Patti's bald snatch is coming in for a landing on my face. When I stick my tongue into her vagina, she mashes her whole pussy against my mouth and nose. I can barely breathe, but I don't care. She is still sucking me voraciously and jacking me with one hand, giving me exquisite pleasure. She slows down a little when I slide two fingers into her, push against her G-spot, and toggle her clit. She comes again, oozing goo as her spasms try to milk my fingers. 

When her contractions stop, Patti pulls her mouth off my dick, sits up to ride my slimly face like a rodeo cowgirl, and shouts, "You wouldn't give it to me last time, but you can't hold back now! Then she lowers herself to resume her sucking, this time fondling my balls. When she takes me down her throat and her fondling turns to squeezing, my back muscles involuntarily contract and I arch upward, simultaneously blasting into her mouth and roaring into her crotch. She pulls her mouth off me, laughing with delight as some of my spurts hit her face, then takes my knob in her mouth again to swallow the last of my ejaculate.

"Oh, my God Patti!" I exclaim as she rolls off me to lie on her back, panting. Now we are both on our backs, with her feet near my head. With my right hand, I palm her bald pussy and stick in a thumb.

Kate Recuperating, I sense movement to my left. It is Kate. She bends over to tell me how turned on she was by my sixty-nine with Patti. Her eyes look glazed (with lust, I hope). I reach up with my left hand and bring her head down slowly for a sweet kiss. Kate of course can plainly see that my right thumb is still wiggling in Patti, who is starting to moan and squirm yet again. But I feel Kate's warm hand on my chest. I move my left hand from the back of her neck to one of her breasts, then to the other.

In slow motion, Kate ends our kiss with a bit of a smack and moves her head down to kiss my chest, then my abdomen. I move my hand from her breast to between her legs. I want that meat-red gash I saw earlier. Sure enough, she is going for a sixty-nine of her own — I feel her nose grazing my pubic hair and her knee comes over my head. I'm not even hard yet, but we are both expecting I will be soon. Her mouth reaches my half-limp dick, and her pussy — one with hair this time but just as pretty and no less tasty, descends hesitantly to my mouth. Kate gently starts to fondle and kiss my penis, exploring my testicles with apparent curiosity. It's less intense this time, but I'm thoroughly enjoying it. I feel my trusty tool filling with blood, but I decide I don't want to come in Kate's mouth. No, this splendid pussy I'm licking now is one I definitely want to fuck, and soon.

Right about now, Patti pulls off my thumb, sensing the energy is now with Kate and me, and she sits up to watch with the others. It is good timing; now I have both hands with which to pry open Kate's labia. I savor her juice, licking the full length of that beautiful gash and finally inserting my tongue. Squeezing her ass cheeks, I produce tremors, and I hear an enthusiastic moan of approval. But when she starts to suck me faster, I roll us over.

Now I'm in control. I slide my knob back and forth in her mouth; I sense she is not ready for Patti-style deep-throating, so I don't push it. But I do slide two fingers into her vagina and a third into her anus, which is by now well-lubed with pussy juice. Then my lips surround her clit. She starts to buck, and she pulls her mouth off my dick to breathe, saying "Oh God, Oh God" over and over. We are both approaching the peak. That's when I swing around and crawl up to kiss her nipples. I see her chest heaving with deep, fast breathing. Her whole chest and neck are flushed.

All of sudden a blond head comes in from the right to kiss one of Kate's nipples. It's Patti. And, low and behold, Ling bends to take Kate's other nipple in her mouth! Is this turning into some sort of orgy? Kate seems pleased, but reaches her hands up over their heads to mine. I am on my hands and knees. Our eyes lock onto each other. With a slight push forward, the head of my penis is at the entrance to her vagina.




Slumber Party



"Yes?" I ask.

"YES!" shouts this charming but now very much aroused young lady, bucking her pelvis up to take me into her sheath as she reaches up to pull my face down to hers. I slide in easily, as Patti and Ling draw back. I pump in and out, picking up speed until I'm slamming into Kate's juicy snatch — slap, slap, slap, as our pelvises bump together. She comes, with a contorted face and a piercing cry — it is the consummate orgasm. Her sugar walls spasm, sucking another roaring orgasm from me.

As I come, I happen to notice Alicia watching with wide-eyed intensity from the edge of the bed, with her hand between her legs. She must be excited, I think, but I have already made the decision not to touch her in front of the others. Of course I had plenty of diversions, but I decided a story of incest is the sort of thing that could spread through the school and stigmatize my sister for years. She must be smart enough to realize that, because she has kept her distance. Patti suggests it is Alicia's turn with me, but we both pretend not to hear.

I roll off Kate, panting, but before I've had two minutes to rest I feel dainty hands on my chest, and Ling lowers her head to kiss me gently. Kate gently encloses my limp penis in her hand. But that is not enough to get me hard again, not quite yet. To my surprise, they begin fondling each other.

What follows is a period of random couplings. I'm right in thick of things, which is incredibly exciting. I don't know who will kiss me next. But I'm also using the time to recuperate, and I am enjoying being an observer. How many of these girls have petted and kissed each other before? Not the time to take a poll.

I see my sister kissing Patti. They are on their knees, face to face, each with one arm wrapped around the other's back and their fingers in each other's cunt! All of a sudden, Patti pushes Alicia down on her back and lowers her head to my sister's pussy. I devote my full attention to this, until Kate and Ling push me down on my back again and return their attention to reviving my erection. At one point, Ling blocks my view, mounting me for the second fuck of her life. Then Kate blocks my view of Ling by straddling my chest. She inches up to my neck, leaving a trail of mixed juices (hers and mine), and asks, "Is this what they mean by 'up to your neck in pussy'?"

As it turns out, I don't have time to think of a witty response because now she is on my face, kissing my lips with her lower ones. Mental note: This girl really likes oral! Then Ling, who is still riding me, reaches back to lightly squeeze my balls, and I come again, groaning this time into Kate's fleshy cavern.

The action keeps shifting. At one point, we try a daisy chain. Tongues and fingers whip up a chorus of teen moans and even a couple of orgasmic squeals, but the angles are not right for some of us and we start to pair off again.

Irene In this brief pause I notice Irene, the only nonparticipant. She is just standing there watching from the middle of the room, so slender, vulnerable, delicate. She is naked, as all of us are, and my eyes go to her very attractive curly bush. She sees me staring and covers it with her hands, but with the hint of a smile. She is blushing. As if on cue, the others look up and take it all in.

"She's the last virgin here," whispers Alicia. Obviously, that means Alicia is not a virgin. I hadn't been sure — she tells me more about her girlfriends than about herself.

With the friendliest smile I can muster, I motion the maiden to join me on the bed. Her freckles turn me on, I realize. Still she hesitates.

My sister rises to her feet and walks over to Irene. They talk there for a few minutes in whispers the rest of us can't hear, but we are all watching the two nude girls. Finally, Irene walks up and gracefully slides her body across the bed until she is lying on her tummy in front of me, with her face turned toward me. She looks tense. What can I say to put her at ease?

Actions are better than words at a time like this. I am kneeling beside her, so I reach out slowly and place my palm on her sacrum. I press down firmly with the heel of my hand. I know this is a center of tension, so I begin to massage her there. She moans contentedly, catching my eyes with a tentative smile. I glide my hand up her back, then down the other direction, lingering on the smoothest ass I have ever felt.

I press again on her sacral area. After another minute of that, Irene rolls over onto her back. My eyes travel from her perky breasts down her flat belly to the exquisite rise of her mons. I bend over to kiss her gently and lightly squeeze her small breasts, one at a time. As I do so, I make sure the pink nipple, no bigger than a dried pea, is snugly between two of my fingers. Her nipples are almost as hard as dried peas, too, out of fear as much as arousal, I think.

Still at her side, I reach down and cup her warm, spongy mound — flesh like no other. I take my hand away and touch her tiny clit with my forefinger, and she jumps as if shocked. Yes, this is going to be fun. The rest of the girls know it too; they are gathered around and watching intently.

Next, I run my middle finger up Irene's slit, which is getting wetter. Passive up to now, she reaches out to touch my penis. I feel her little fingers curl around my shaft, and I'm as hard as can be — again! She just holds on as I insert a finger about half an inch into her blossom and gently pinch the right outer lip between finger and thumb. She moans, opening her legs. I do the same to the left lip. Then I slide my middle finger slowly through the slick folds and ridges of her inner labia. She moans more loudly now, and up come her knees. That is my signal to scoot around so I'm between those freckled knees.

Now I see her pussy head-on, a welcoming red cleft beneath a downy cloud of lighter red curls. I've been neglecting her clitoris, but now I begin to massage it lightly with my thumb. When I add a second finger to her vagina, she bucks, and I know we'll be fucking soon. I will be inside her soon — the real me, inside her innermost, private self. We might as well be alone at this point; we are in our own world.

Now I am poised at the entrance to her inner sanctum. With self-control I never would have had if I had not already orgasmed more than once that night, I gently enter her, pushing forward a half inch at a time, monitoring her face carefully. Her eyes are closed. "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh." Her wavering moans remind me of a cartoon ghost, but they only draw out my tender feelings for this precious girl. I'm at her hymen.

I push through, and she yelps. I freeze. But then, in a most natural motion, her legs come up around my back, and she opens her eyes. She is smiling! I feel her legs pulling me farther into her. I'm in her now, all the way. I pull out ever so slowly, and begin my strokes. In slowly, out slowly, in slowly. Now just a bit faster — in, out, in. You know.  

Irene is moaning to the rhythm of my strokes. I think she might climax. I want it to be good for her, this first time. Now her head is thrashing from side to side, as I pick up the pace even more. Then it hits. My penis is clamped by her vaginal contractions. She arches, head back, mouth open wide, and comes with a prolonged, guttural cry — the best kind. At that, I come too, of course. Wonderful release. My legs are like rubber.

*****

That was my last orgasm of the night. It was about 3:30 in the morning, and I sensed that we were all tired enough to call it quits. Those days were pre-Viagra, but I was a young stallion. I stepped into my pants again, and the girls put their nightclothes back on. Patti made a crack about her torn pajama pants, and how she should make me mend them. I gave each of my sister's friends a hug and a long, wet kiss goodnight.

Irene, with the sweetest bashful smile, said she'd like to see me again. I pulled her back for a second hug.

Patti was more direct. With her kiss came a whisper in my ear: "When that long-winded Mr. McKinley [the high school principal] comes to the podium at graduation next week, I'm going to tell whoever is sitting next to me that I have to go pee. When you see me stand up, go to the girls' locker room. No one else will be there. I'll be naked under my gown."

As the others headed down the hall, Alicia turned back to kiss me herself, lightly. "Have fun?" she asked.

"You're kidding, right? Hey, what did you say to Irene?"

"She said she thought sex should be with someone she loves, and I agreed it is probably best that way. But then I told her it can still be great as just a physical thing sometimes. She must have been turned on, because it wasn't that hard to convince her."

"So, you're the voice of experience? You never even mentioned you had a sex life."

"I guess I thought it wasn't your business," she said, her eyes twinkling. "Tonight I'm a very horny voice of experience."

I stared at her, not sure what to say, but she spoke again.

"But now you owe me bigtime!" At that, she turned on her toes and skipped off down the hall.

Tomorrow could be interesting, I thought to myself. Not to mention the summer ahead.

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Slumber Party



"This is going to be a great night" said Michelle, shivering a little as she walked along the street. Her boots clicked on the footpath, almost unheard as traffic whizzed by. Her thin, bony hand clutched a bottle of Baileys, the alcohol she had volunteered to bring when the party was organised.

She looked over at Marie, her enthusiasm infectious as they got closer to the hotel. 

"I'm getting shit-faced tonight" smiled Michelle.

Marie laughed, a silvery ripple of sound. "I think we all are, babe. Why shouldn't we?"

She had a point. They were staying at the hotel, along with everyone else. Originally a joke, it had soon become a real event, and it was shaping up to be the best idea Jake had ever had.

As the two girls turned into the lobby, they saw Patrick and Danielle, standing at the elevators. 

"Hey, Patrick! " shouted Michelle. He turned, a self-effacing grin spreading over his features. 

"Hey girls. Ready?"

The lift doors opened before they could answer, and the four of them stepped inside. Michelle was nervously chatting about nothing, much to the amusement of the others. The lift came to a grinding halt on the fourth floor, and the doors opened.

Standing outside the lift, dressed in flannelette pyjamas and a bathrobe, was Matthew. He smiled as he recognised them, thin face lighting up in a heart-melting grin. 

"Well hello children. Welcome to the party and come inside!"

He turned, opening the door to the hotel room and ushering them inside.

Inside, the first thing they saw was that the furniture had been moved aside, and that mattresses had been set up in front of the television. The bar was lined with alcohol bottles, and upbeat music was playing.

Behind the bar stood Jake, casually pouring a round of shots. His hair stood straight up in spikes, and a cigar perched in the corner of his mouth. 

As Matt shut the door, he turned, puffing out a thick stream of bluish smoke and butting out the cigar. 

"The party crowd has arrived! Ladies, into the bedroom to get changed, Patrick, into the bathroom. I want you in your sleepwear in five minutes."

Michelle smiled "What if I sleep naked?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"In that case, either get changed right here where I can see you, or borrow something." laughed Jake. 

"Can I wear your robe then? You've got pyjamas on under it."

Jake bent close to her ear, "Do I?"

Marie and Danielle burst into laughter, exchanging glances as Michelle blushed a deep red, secretly thrilled that beneath his robe, Jake was naked. From the bedroom came more laughter. 

"Who else is here?" asked Patrick, rummaging around in his bag for his pyjamas.

"Gemma, Rachel and Kerry are all changing in there," said Matt, gesturing at the bedroom door, "so hop to it, gang."

As the girls headed into the bedroom, chattering and laughing, Jake turned an apologetic face to the other guys.

"I know, I know. Don't have sex with your workmates. But I can still tease 'em, can't I?"

"You're a shocker, J-boy." Matt chuckled as Patrick walked into the bathroom, clutching his pyjamas and laughing.

Passing over a Bacardi and Coke, Jake tipped his shot glass, then downed his shot in one quick swallow. "The night is young, big guy. Let's get this place going!"

When the girls reappeared, they paraded in front of the guys one by one, giggling. Karen wore long, red checkered pyjamas, and made her way over to the couch. Gemma and Rachel wore sensible girly sleepwear, pastel colours and long sleeves. Marie wore a long t-shirt nightie over tracksuit pants, and Danielle some PJ pants and a singlet top over her bra.

"Come on Mishcka,"called Jake, grinning, "if you're not ready, we'll understand." The girls laughed, drinking and dancing a little to the music.

Michelle opened the bedroom door, stepping into the light. She wore a v-neck camisole top in white satin, with a pair of matching short French knickers. Her hair was down around her shoulders, and she was smiling shyly.

As she walked in, Jake let out a low whistle of appreciation. He picked up a drink for her, walking over to her as she stood near the couch. "Very nice." he whispered, handing her the glass. 

"Thanks." she smiled, taking a long sip

After everyone had drinks, the music was turned off, and everyone settled on the mattresses and couch to watch a movie. Jake sat on the mattress, sprawling and chatting to Danielle, Marie and Matt, careful to arrange his robe when he moved. The movie was a comedy, and Matt's natural wit only made them laugh harder.

"Anyone want a refill?" asked Michelle. 

A round of glasses were passed over to her, and she poured everyone's drink in turn, delivering them to their owners.

"Here you go Jake" she smiled, standing over him. He looked up, reaching up to grab his drink from her outstretched hand. As she stood again, he flinched as he realised that, because her knickers were so high-cut, he could see into one side, catching a glimpse of pale thigh. As she turned, he could clearly see the brown, springy curls of her pussy. Amazed, he only realised the danger when he felt his cock stiffening. 

He quickly adjusted his robe, resting his glass in his lap to hide his erection. Surely, he thought, she doesn't realise. But when he looked up at her again, she gave him a sly smile, and tipped her glass at him.

He stood, trying for casual and just failing, and stepped through the crowd, heading for the bathroom. "Back in a minute."

He walked into the bathroom, pushing the door mostly closed behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to decide whether anyone could have seen his hard-on. It was noticable now, while he wasn't holding it down, but he was pretty sure he'd gotten away with it. Chuckling to himself, he let his robe fall open as he splashed water on his face.

He saw a movement in the mirror when he looked up, and turned quickly, hand reaching to coverh himself. Behind him, leaning against the inside of the closed door, was Michelle. She'd snuck in behind him, just to scare him, but when she saw his cock in the mirror, standing thick and proud, she couldn't move. She hadn't expected to be confronted with this, and her mind was racing. She felt the first tingles of arousal stir in her body, and a part of her mind, shocked that she could react like this, began to fantasise about what would happen.

Jake was suprised. Why would she follow him in here? He smiled, letting his robe fall open again. 

"Do you mind?" he asked, watching her eyes flicker from his face to his cock, mouth dropping open a little as she took in the size and state of his throbbing erection. He had to stifle his laugh as he walked closer to her.

She smiled nervously, watching him intently as he reached down to gently stroke himself, fingers wrapped around his shaft. "You really should learn to knock, Michelle." he said, mock-sternness in his voice. "You could have embarrased me."

She was hypnotised by the movement of his hand, running along the length of his shaft in long, languid strokes. Her eyes flicked up to his face, then back down to his slow masturbating, the moisture gathering in her pussy.

"After all, Michelle, " he smiled "this reaction is all your fault. "

"Why mine?" she stammered.

"I'll show you." he grinned, walking towards her.

She backed away as he advanced, until she was hard up against the door. He never took his eyes from her face as he ran his finger up her thigh, sending shivers of delight up her spine, then sliding his hand through the gap in her knickers. She gasped as she felt his hand against her bare pussy, stroking the hair above her clitoris. 

Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, cock standing up as his knees bent. His hands pushed her knickers to one side, exposing her bush of brown pubic hair and the moist pink slit of her pussy lips. Without hesitating, he pressed his tongue against her labia.


She flinched, body going rigid at his touch. Her hands instinctively grabbed the back of his head, legs opening a little wider. He pressed his head against her further, tongue searching for and finding her clitoris. He tasted the sweet, sticky juices of her arousal, and licked harder, making her shiver and twitch as erotic sensation coursed through her body like wildfire. 

She trembled, feeling the first signs or an impending orgasm gathering in her body, when there was a knocking on the door. She jumped, and as Jake pulled away from licking her dripping pussy, she felt a pang of loss. She turned from the door, quickly yelling "I'm in here!"

From outside, she heard Matt's voice "Me and Patty are just going downstairs. Do you know where Jake is?"

Fighting panic, she stammered "I think he's downstairs too!"

She heard Matt laugh, and then listened to his receding footsteps. Exhausted, she looked down at Jake's shiny, wet face. 

"That was too close."

Jake smiled, standing again, cock twitching and just touching the fluffy hair at the top of her pussy. He leaned in to kiss her, but she turned away, unwilling to taste her own juices. He kissed her neck instead, lips fastening on her skin and sucking gently, making her head swim again with newly awakened passion.

"Then we'll have to wait until everyone's asleep, won't we?"

He walked past, reaching to open the door. Feeling shameless and daring, she reached out, rubbing his cock. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, and she marvelled at the thickness of it, and the unmistakeable feel of his soft skin.

"They'd better sleep soon, then." Michelle said, squeezing him gently, then walking out as he opened the door for her. 

He covered himself as her hand retreated from his robe. Walking back into the lounge room a few minutes behind her, he thought to himself, "When you lot go to sleep, I'm going to be having a lot of overtime to do!"



Slumber Party



I

Erin and Jenna have been best friends forever. They had met the first day of school, on the bus, on the way to school. Ever since that first meeting, they were inseparable. While Erin had become an actress, Jenna worked behind the scenes in tech and lights. Every show either one had been in, the other also had worked on in some way. They were both in the school band together, the same math class, and sat together at lunch. Erin's family was Jenna's, and Jenna's was Erin's. Every Friday night, Jenna came over to Erin's house for pizza, a movie, and a sleepover. 

After an excruciatingly long week of rehearsals and cramming for final exams, Friday night rolls around, and the doorbell rings. It is Jenna, of course. 

"Coming, coming!" Erin yells. She runs down the stairs and rushes to the door to open it. "Hey there, stranger."

"Howdy."

She points to the objects in Jenna's hand. "What's that you got there?"

"Oh, these are just some movies I thought we might like to watch. I brought some CDs, too, that I have wanted you to listen to. And, of course, I brought popcorn!"

"Most excellent. Do come in, doll." Jenna eases in the door, and Erin shuts it behind her. 

"So, did the pizza come yet?"

"Twenty minutes ago. You're late. Again."

"I'm always late. What else is new?" Jenna smirks. "Hey, where are your parents?"

"Oh, they went out of town. Didn't you get my message? My third cousin's wife's sister died, or something, and they rushed out to the funeral. Apparently my parents knew her really well. I still don't know who she is or how we are exactly related. But, anyway, yeah...we have the whole house to ourselves. I toyed with the idea of throwing a party, but decided against it. I don't really feel like seeing anyone tonight, except for you, of course."

"How sweet." She smiles again. "Well, sorry to hear about your...um...relative. When are your parents getting back?"

"In a few days or something. They have trusted me, and you, with the house for the weekend. They said if you want, you could stay the whole weekend."

"Great. Well, I don't have any plans or anything, so let's plan on it."

"Alright, wonderful. Here, let's get your stuff upstairs and get some food."

Erin grabs a duffle bag from Jenna and hauls it up the stairs. When all of Jenna's things have been put down, they run back down to the kitchen to eat the pizza. Jenna takes the seat across from Erin. They each get a slice and began to eat. There is silence for a few moments, as they eat their pizza.

"So," Erin says, "What do you want to do tonight?"

"The usual, I suppose. Watch movies, eat popcorn. Same as always."

"Sounds like a plan. Though, we should try something else, sometime. Spice things up a bit."

"I love tradition, I guess. I'm satisfied with this."

"Eh. So am I, I just wanted to try something else."

"Well, what do you want to try?"

"I dunno. Let's go rummage around my house and try to find adventure!"

"I hate to sound cynical or anything, but I do not believe we will find much adventure in this house."

"Oh, you never know until you look! Excitement could be right around the corner!"

"Well, I guess that sounds alright."

The girls quickly finish up their pizza, and Erin walks up to the stairs, with Jenna close behind her. "We can try to look upstairs for stuff, I guess. I really don't know what all is down here."

"Okay." 

They head up the stairs. First they look through Erin's bedroom and find nothing they hadn't seen before, except for a load of laundry begging to be washed. Next, they check the study, the library, and even the bathroom. Nothing. They last approach Erin's parents' bedroom. 

Erin smirks. "Do we dare go in?"

"I don't know. I mean, I know your parents pretty well, and this feels like an invasion of privacy."

"Yeah, but you know, parents invade teens' rooms all the time. Besides, we're not snooping; we're merely looking for some sort of entertainment, that's all."

"Well, maybe you go look and I'll stay out here."

"Oh, come on. We've been in there before. Let's quickly look, and then we can leave if you feel uncomfortable."

"I guess that sounds fine."

"Trust me." Erin grabs Jenna's hand firmly. "Everything will be just fine, darling."

Erin pushes the door to her parent's bedroom open. She reaches over and turns on the light. The room is fairly empty and very neat looking. At the center of the room is a king-sized bed, all made up with pillows stacked high. On the far side of the room is a large dresser and television. 

"Gee, hon, this looks awful exciting."

"Oh shut up. We have not even begun looking yet." She searches the room with her eyes for some sort of clue to where there might be hidden treasure. "You know, I cannot help but have this feeling of wanting to jump on the bed. Be bad. They're gone and I just want to act stupid."

"Erin, that's stupid as hell."

"Oh shit, we're still kids. Come on. I'll race you to the bed."

"No. I refuse."

"Fine...here I go!" Erin runs to the bed, does a flip onto the bed, and rolls over in a somersault. "See, see how fun it is." She steps up so that she is standing on the bed and starts to jump up and down. "Haha, I only got four hours of sleep last night! Isn't that incredible? And look how hyper I am!"

"Erin, you look ridiculous. Get down."

"No, you come up here. Come on. I know that you want to. You're just too shy and far too sophisticated to partake in this immaturity."

"You're right. I am not going to jump on your parents' bed."

"Suit yourself." Erin continues to jump up and down. Her small breasts bounce up and down as she moves up and down. She is dressed in her pajamas already: light pink pajama bottoms and a matching pink tank top, with no bra underneath. It is a bit frigid in the house, and her nipples are very visible through the thin fabric. "Oh, how fun this is! I wish you would join me!"

"Never."

Erin jumps off the bed and grabs Jenna and twirls her around. "Dance with me, my lady! Oh dance with me! Let us dance!"

"What the fuck is up with you? You're acting so queer. Jesus. Did something happen? Or are you just dealing with death this way?"

"Are you kidding? I am just on top of the world!" 'After getting her pussy licked on a desk, who wouldn't be on the top of the world?' she thinks to herself. "You need to lighten up, let loose. Hey, I know final exams and the show coming up is really making things stressful, but all the more reason to snap out of this and do something crazy. Be 'crazy,' as you say I am. Come on."

"Well, I guess maybe I could loosen up a tiny bit," Jenna concedes. 

II

'I could loosen you up a little bit,' Erin thinks. Jenna is the polar opposite of Erin. She is very tall, close to six feet, with long golden hair and bright blue eyes. Her figure is very curvy, with rather large breasts and a round behind. While Erin has dated Josh for two years, Jenna has not dated anyone. In fact, Jenna has never dated anyone in her life. Though she is incredibly attractive, she tends to be very reserved and not very social. When they go to dances, Jenna, Josh, and Erin tend to go as a threesome. As a result of her dating Josh, her and Jenna's relationship has been a little strained and certainly is not as strong as it once was. Still, they meet every Friday night for a girl's night out.

After her escapades with Ms. Rivera, Erin feels differently about everything, mainly Josh. Josh has been a wonderful boyfriend to her, but just looking at Veronica did more for Erin than anything sexual she had ever participated in with Josh. Moreover, this experience allowed her to look freely at other people and critically at other relationships in her life. For instance, Jenna. No one could look at Jenna and not see that she was probably the prettiest young woman she would ever meet. Jenna was hot. Jenna is hot. Erin deliberates about this newly admitted thought of her friend for a few minutes as they dance around. Her friend is beautiful, and Erin, for the first time, is horny and incredibly full of desire. 

The question really is, does Jenna have bisexual tendencies? Could she like girls? Perhaps she did not date anyone because she really loved women. That was a thought. Erin does not want to do anything, though, that could ruin their relationship. On one hand, they had a beautiful, intimate friendship that she would not sacrifice for anything in the world. Yet, Jenna is so beautiful and delicious looking...and, Erin has to admit, making her a bit turned-on. 

Finding out if she had these tendencies could be a bit tricky and problematic. First of all, once Erin reaches a particular point, it is, in fact, a point of no return. She cannot take back what she says or does to Jenna. Does she want to go through with this? Isn't a friendship enough for her? Wasn't getting eaten out seven hours ago enough for her?

As they continue to spin in a circle, Jenna laughing and shouting at Erin, Erin looks at her beautiful body and decides she must try. The worst that can happen, she rationalizes, is that Jenna could decline her offer. No hard feelings. They had talked about gays before, and both of them were big advocates of gay rights. Jenna was not homophobic, by any means. Oh, to kiss her lips and make her feel so soft. Soft. As Veronica had made her feel soft. 

Men could kiss women, and Erin had to admit, Josh was pretty good at it. But only when women kiss other women do they truly know what they desire, and where they want it, what they feel when they touch. Men guess. Women know how to be so soft...Veronica knew how to be so soft and touch Erin at just the right times. 

Oh, Erin cannot wait to go back and see about her next assignment. Though, for now, her quest is simple: seduce Jenna. To do this, she is willing to consult anything and everything and stoop to whatever she needs to in order to get what she desires. 

"Stop a second. Stop." Erin stops spinning with Jenna.

"What? Why stop? We were just getting started."

"Oh, I know. But I just had a thought."

"Another thought? You are full of those tonight."

"My parents aren't home, you know. And remember what a liquor cabinet they have downstairs?"

"Yes...I do recall..."

"What do you think if we just take a taste? Come on. They will never even notice that any of the liquor is gone. No harm done. We won't be excessive or anything. Just a taste."

"Hey, you don't have to rationalize. I'm up for it."

Erin is taken aback by her friend's newfound audacity. "Serious?"

"Totally. Let's go for it."

Both girls giggle, and arm in arm, head down to the kitchen again. Erin opens the cabinet and finds stacks of alcohol bottles. "Well, hon, take your pick."

"Gosh, do I really have to choose?"

"Just close your eyes and point. Whatever you pick, I'll pour into a glass."

Jenna closes her eyes and reaches out to touch a bottle. "There."

"Let's see what you got." Erin pulls the bottle out and reads the label. "White Zinfandel."

"I see."

"Well, let me grab two glasses, and we can get this party started." Erin walks over to the china cabinet and selects two of her finest glasses. They are crystal with a gold rim, very tall and thin with long stems. "Here you go, my lady." Erin uncorks the wine bottle. "Let me pour some for you." The liquid fills the glass and bubbles over the top. She does the same for her glass. 

Jenna lifts her glass. "Cheers?"

"Salute!" Erin clinks her glass with Jenna's. "Bottoms up." Both girls chug the liquid from the glasses. Erin is about to gag, because she forgot that she despises the taste of alcohol. Though, she does not want to look stupid or immature, so she continues to guzzle it. Jenna is already finished with her glass. "May I interest you in another glass, love?" Erin asks. 

"Why, that would be delightful. Hey, this shit's pretty good. What did you say it was?"

"White Zinfandel."

"Oh, it is very good indeed. I might have a few glasses before the night is over!"

"Do you drink alcohol often?"

"Oh no, no. This is the first time I have ever had it, believe it or not. Well, I have always been curious to try it, but this is the night that I finally got the courage to do so. There are a lot of things that I would like to try, but I haven't the courage. You know the feeling?"

"I understand exactly." Erin takes Jenna's hand in hers and holds it tight. In the light, against her black top, Jenna's hair sparkles and makes her appear goddess-like. Her eyes are intense, and completely focused on her friend. "That is something I wanted to talk about, actually."

III

"Talk about what?" She looks questioningly and takes another sip of her wine. "Hey, mind if I pour myself another glass?"

"Not at all. But before you do, let's just talk about a few things."

"Sure, talk. I'm listening." Jenna reaches over the island and grabs the bottle, pouring so the liquid flows over the glass and makes a puddle underneath. 

"Well, you just brought up wanting to try things and not having the courage."

"Right?" she questions, as she dabs the liquid up with a cloth.

"So, I have had some thoughts about that."

"Care to share?"

"Yes. This is what I wanted to talk about. Jenna, dearest, you're so reserved sometimes...I know that you want to try things, but you are just too shy."

"Erin, you've known me for...ever. When haven't I been shy?"

"Well, isn't it time you got over it? Took a chance? Seized an opportunity?"

"Maybe..."

"You're 18. Come on. Do something daring. Tell me...what is something daring that you have always wanted to do, but have not had the courage?"

"Hmmmm. I've always wanted to streak."

"And why don't you?"

"STREAK! Are you for real? Oh my god...first of all, I would never ever do that. Like, no. I mean, I don't do things like that. And, also, my goodness, I don't have the body."

"Don't have the body?"

"I don't have your physique."

"No, you're not shapeless...you've got a nice body, though, hon."

"You are just saying that. You have to say that. It's an automatic best-friend response. Friend says, 'I look fat,' other friend says 'You look great, dear!' I know it is bullshit."

"How warped is your mind? You're gorgeous...I wish I had your height, your hair, your curves...I am completely serious." Erin squeezes Jenna's hand. "I am not lying when I say that you are beautiful."

"You mean that?"

"Yes. You just.... you're something else. You're a knockout. If you were just a little bolder, you'd beat me out for every role. You're gorgeous. I mean, they have to cast me because I am all they've got. But, if you were to try out...I'd be out of a role. I am completely serious. You could be a model, you know that?"

Jenna blushes a bit. "Stop it. You're just being overly nice."

"I am being honest." Erin pauses. "Now, that you know you're beautiful, and your body is definitely not the issue, would you streak?"

"Oh gosh, Erin, I would be far too scared to do anything like that."

"Jenna, you have got to get over this." She grins and thinks for a second. "Actually, I think it would be good for you to get over this shyness. You know, shyness is a choice. A complete choice. I am a very shy, reserved person, but I have chosen to not be shy. You need to see that you can be crazy, and the world won't come crashing down."

"Well, how do I do that?"

"Streak."

Jenna looks blankly. "Erin, I told you that I would not ever streak. No way."

"I am not saying you have to even leave my house. Baby steps. You could streak....in my house. I think it would be a freeing experience. It would help you to overcome this shyness. Granted, you won't be outside or anything, but it is a step in the right direction." Erin winks. "And, you know that my top priority is helping to facilitate your transition from 'shy girl' to 'audacious adolescent.'"

"Cut the bullshit, Erin. It was going good until you added the last part."

"Okay, I will be real. But, babe, are you up for it? For real?"

"Well...the thought is a little bit enticing. I mean, I wouldn't be running outside or anything. I could do something crazy, and no one would know. I know that I can completely trust you."

"Of course you can, Jenna."

"Well..."

"Come on! Be daring! You're so close. Just do it! Don't even think. Just do it. Go for it."

"Alright, alright, I will...but on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You have to do it with me."

Erin smiles really, really big. "It would be my honor."

IV

The girls look at each other for a second until Erin finally breaks the silence. "Well, come on, get at it."

"No, you first."

"Fine, together."

"Together." Both girls start by taking off their pants. Jenna slides her jeans down until she is in a blue thong. 

"Sexy panties!"

Jenna blushes. "Shut up. They were on sale."

"Right, right." Erin pushes down her pajama bottoms to reveal pink cotton bikinis.

"Sexy panties!"

"Yeah, you know, I wasn't dressed to fuck. I planned on going to sleep." 'Ironic, isn't it?' she thinks to herself. Jenna slides off her sweater, and is in a matching blue bra. She looks at Erin. 

"And you, your turn."

"I am waiting...I didn't put anything on under the tank top." Jenna nods at Erin, and while Erin begins to pull her top over her head, Jenna reaches around to undo her bra. Both articles of clothing come off. Erin eyes Jenna's breasts. They are very opposite of hers: large, round, big, with dark pink nipples. Erin is much more petite. Her breasts are barely a b-cup, with small, light pink nipples. They make her feel as little girlish as her pink bikini panties. 

Jenna giggles a bit. "I don't know why, but I feel really nervous. I've never felt nervous before. It is just a strange feeling. Gosh, we've seen each other naked since we were about six...slept in the same bed, changed in the swimming locker room. I feel stupid, and I bet I am blushing."

"Yes, you are. But it's okay. I am nervous, too." Erin slides her fingers into her panties and nods at Jenna. "Last, but certainly not least." The girls slide their panties down to their knees, and Jenna looks inquisitively at Erin. 

"You shaved?!!!" she practically screams. "Oh, wow, not that I am really looking...alright, now I am thoroughly embarrassed...it's just that, well, I didn't know people shaved. I mean, people shaved, but you of all people, I didn't know you shaved."

"Yeah, I did." Her bald mound contrasts greatly with Jenna's. Clearly, this girl had never even touched it. There is a thick bush of golden hair covering it, yet, Erin can still make out the outline of her lips. 

"Well, if you don't ask me asking, why did you do it?"

"Oh, just because." She smirks. "You should try it sometime."

"I don't think I would know where to start."

"Well...well, enough of this talk. It's streaking time. Now, when I say 'go,' we are going to run all around my house, and you will discover how amazing it is to run around naked. It's exhilarating."

"Ready when you are."

"Right....go!" Erin runs three times around the downstairs, then heads for the stairs leading up to the bedrooms and lunges, taking about two stairs at a time. Jenna, close behind, is increasingly on her tail, mostly because of her incredibly long legs. They reach the top of the stairs, and Erin fakes Jenna out to the right, but makes a sharp turn to the left, running into her parents' bedroom. She jumps on the bed, doing another somersault, and when Jenna finally runs in, Erin is sitting in the middle of the bed, Indian-style. "Well, what took you so long?"

"I...am...." Jenna huffs and puffs. "You're in such good shape. That, or I am in really bad shape. I can't take this. I don't think I could ever streak, because I just can't run."

"Here, sweetie, come rest." She pats on the bed next to her."

Jenna hesitantly climbs onto the bed and sits down next to her friend. "You know, this feels kinda weird, still."




Slumber Party



"Why does it feel weird?" Erin runs her hand through Jenna's blonde hair, and onto her shoulder, rubbing it a bit."

"Why wouldn't this be weird? Here we are, naked, on your parents' bed. I mean, call me a prude, but this is kind of odd."

"I don't think so."

"No?"

"I just think you need to loosen up. Just let things happen. You're so concerned about decorum and appearances. Really, just be. Alright? We've been through so much together. We have seen each other at our bests, and certainly at our worsts. That's why we're so close. I am just so happy to have you."

"Oh, Erin, I am happy to have you too." She turns and wraps her arms tight around Erin. As their bare breasts touch, Jenna realizes what she has done and pulls away. "Sorry, I lost myself."

Erin runs her hand down her shoulder and onto her friend's leg. "You have the most beautiful, long legs."

"What?"

"Your legs...are beautiful. I never realized it. They're so defined and so long...everything from your toned thighs to your comely calves....they are beautiful. You have beautiful legs." She runs her hand up and down the thigh, a little bit more towards her inner thigh than is customary. She begins to draw circles, gradually getting larger and larger. 

Jenna meets Erin's eyes and looks at her, for the first time, lustfully. "I think your legs are beautiful, too," she whispers.

Erin leans in, pushes Jenna's golden locks to her back, and strokes her cheek. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." She closes her eyes, and gently presses her lips to Jenna's waiting mouth. Their lips meet for the first time, and the lips together are so soft, so delicate. They stay pressed, and Erin pushes her tongue against Jenna's mouth. Jenna opens her mouth to accept Erin's tongue, and begins to run her tongue all over hers, opening her mouth wider. Erin opens her mouth, and both girls attempt to open their mouths wider than the other, their tongues attacking each other wildly. 

As they kiss, Erin begins to run her hands over her friend's body, the baby-soft skin taut under her anxious fingertips. They run over her clavicle and her defined pectorals...down between her breasts. To her breasts. They are so full, and Erin begins to knead them in her hands, squeezing both of them with her palms. Her fingers pull to the tips of the breasts, to Jenna's nipples, and begin to rub in circles. She can feel them hardening in her hands, and pulls them just a bit to be perfectly certain. 

Jenna's tongue stops searching, and begins to retreat into her mouth. She reaches down and pushes Erin away, sharply. "No, stop, no. God. What are we doing? STOP. What the hell just happened?"

Erin looks at her, surprised that this suddenly ended, disappointedly. "What do you mean? We were enjoying ourselves."

"No...this is just...wrong. It's very wrong. You're a girl. I'm a girl....we're both girls! We're two girls. This is NOT supposed to happen. This is...I can't believe we did this. How did this happen? Oh my god...oh my god..."

"Jenna, calm down..."

"How could this have happened? Oh my god..."

"Jenna!" Erin grabs her shoulders. "Get a grip. I am serious. Why are you freaking out?"

"Why am I freaking out??!!! Because what just happened was so wrong! We're gay. I mean, that should have never happened. I am NOT like that."

"Jenna..."

"Why did you make a move on me? I didn't even know YOU were like that. You could have fooled me, dating Josh, and everything else. You don't seem like the type that would be...."

"JENNA! Relax. Please, pause for a second before going on this tirade. Alright, okay, let's just talk this through for a second."

"Alright. And let's be real."

"Okay."

"Are you a lesbian?"

Erin pauses and looks away. "Well, yes...kinda....at least I think...."

"How did you know?"

"It just....I don't know. A lot happened. I just realized that, yeah, I do like women. And I guess I am going to be out about it now with everyone. This is who I am...and you can like it or lump it, as far as I am concerned. If you don't want to be my friend anymore, well, that's your..."

"No! I wouldn't stop being your friend because of this, not at all. I actually...was more curious than anything. I guess, well...I have been thinking about this, myself."

"Thinking about what?"

"My sexuality."

"Oh. Well, may I ask you something then?"

"Yes."

"Did you enjoy what just happened between you and me?"

Jenna bites her lip and looks at her hands. "Erin, you're a beautiful girl....and....I really like you and stuff...I like you a lot....I just don't know."

"Don't know what, exactly?"

"If...I don't know if you're just a really good friend or if I want something more. I just, I am attracted to you. Alright. I will admit that. But I don't know if I just think you are such an amazing person, or if I...want to be with you. I don't know who I am anymore. What just happened really screwed me up. I really don't know anymore."

"And, now, what are you thinking?"

"I am thinking...that I want to do that again." With that, Erin grabs Jenna's chin and softly kisses her lips.

"Better?"

"Yes."

V

Jenna pulls away from Erin so that she is lying flat on the bed. "I guess...well....I guess this is it. I can't really turn back now, can I?"

"That's a good way to rationalize it, I suppose."

"It practically already happened."

"You wanted it to happen and you know it. We both wanted it. Better to just come to terms with it and get over it."

Jenna covers her face with her hands. "I still am so baffled that this ever happened. How? When I came over to your house tonight, I didn't think, 'Gonna eat pizza, watch a movie, fuck my best friend on her parents' bed...'"

"Silly, we aren't going to do anything in here. We're not going to do anything....yet. I don't want to rush into this. I want this to be special for you. So, you will give me a few minutes, and I am going to set things up."

"Okay."

"You lay right here on the bed, sweetie. Don't move a muscle."

Jenna sighs. "Promise."

Erin practically runs out of the room, down the corridor into her own room, shutting the door behind her. 'YES, YES, YES!' she wants to scream. It was all happening, and surprisingly a bit easier than she planned. Sure, it took some shrewd convincing, but Erin was a smart girl with decent acting abilities. Oh, how she could convince anyone to do anything for her. The spoiled little bitch. 

Now, about getting things set up. Everything had to be perfect. If things happened just right, this could become a more permanent arrangement. And how much fun it would be. The girls had a slumber party every weekend. Erin still could not believe her friend's innocence, the fact that they shared a bed for over 10 years, and neither could have had any inappropriate thoughts. Or, the fact that Jenna was so naïve, thinking that Erin only wanted her to get over her shyness, and her illness could be cured by shaking her bare ass around her house. Oh, Erin had charm unmatched by anyone. 

She pushes her laundry into the closet and shuts the doors, tight. Next, she quickly makes the bed, smoothes the comforter so there are no wrinkles, and piles the pillows up high in the back. Lastly...she grabs her video camera and positions it on the file cabinet opposite her bed, and after looking through the lens, hits the record button. 

Why she taped, she is not really sure. Erin had a fascination for movies. She carried that camera with her everywhere, filming everything from family gatherings, to theatre rehearsals, to herself making taped journals. And now, she would capture her best friend going at it for the first time, on film. The possibilities. 

After this is set up, Erin runs back into her parents' room to get Jenna. She does not want to leave her too long, although a little bit of a pause and anticipation never hurt anyone. Erin busts through the door and finds Jenna on the bed...laying back, knees bent...her hand moving rhythmically in and out of herself. 

"You couldn't wait for me?"

"Fuck....Erin....you're back so soon!"

"I was gone all of two minutes, but...you seem to be enjoying yourself."

Jenna quickly pulls her fingers out of that wet cunt, her hand dripping. "Somewhat."

"Well, enough of that." Erin leans forward and grabs Jenna's wet hand to pull her off the bed. "And from now on, while you're in my house, no touching yourself unless I say so. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"Cross your heart and hope to die?"

"I GET IT." She frowns. "Sorry."

"No attitude. Now, I want to pick up from where we left off." She leads Jenna to the bed and motions for her to sit down. Erin moves for her bookcase and pulls out a lighter, lighting several candles around the room and some incense. It smells like sandalwood beads and first times. She finally goes back to the door and dims the lights. "How is that?"

"Beautiful."

"Now, I am going to try several things with you. I don't want you to get frightened, because I know that you have never done several of these things." She re-thinks her speech. "Any of these things. This might come to a shock to you. So, along the way, if you are feeling the least bit uncomfortable, please let me know. We will stop and work through it, alright?"

"Alright."

Erin pushes Jenna back so that she is lying flat again, her head propped up on the pillows. She climbs over her till she is at her side, on her side, her head propped up in her hand. "I am going to start by touching you. Is that okay?"

"Yes." Upon this consent, Erin's left hand finds her friend's breasts again, working them alternately in her hand. While touching, she watches Jenna's face for any sort of reaction. Her friend's eyes are transfixed on the direction of her friend's hand, as it travels down her curves. Next, the index finger takes a path down the center, till it reaches Jenna's bellybutton. It circles the orifice a few times, and wiggles its way in, but quickly pulls out. 

Erin gets up and moves down so she can touch the rest of her friend's long body, as her friend is about six inches taller than herself. She scoots down the bed and does not touch her mound just yet, although both of them are begging for it. Her hands come back to those familiar thighs, working the fingers inward and inward, and then down, tickling. Erin gently kisses her legs, working all the way down to the feet, and back up again, this time, licking. Her mouth is going inward and inward...until at last she is at Jenna's snatch. 

Jenna moans. "Please...Erin....just...."

"Please what, dear?"

"Please...." She is too embarrassed to speak the words.

"I'm sorry. I don't understand what you're referring to, love."

"Please," she grits, "just touch it."

"Touch it?"

"My pussy!" she screams. Realizing, she just screamed and demanded her friend touch her pussy, her voice gets softer. "Please, Erin, touch it. I am begging you."

Erin does not hesitate. She runs the back of her hands over the golden tuft of hair on top of her mound. It is so smooth and fine against her hands. Flipping her hand around, she brushes the mound with her palm, combing the hair with her fingertips, and just dragging her fingertips down to the lips, already coated in cum. She continues to play with her hair and gently outline her lips. 

Her fingertips run up and down the lips, and then slip a little more in, finding her slit. Jenna moans as her friend's cold fingers find her steaming cunt. They tease the slit, tantalize, and run up and down, north to south, east to west, going all around the perimeter but not in. Jenna, overcome by the sensations, the taunting, of how close the finger is, but not going in, reaches down, grabs Erin's wrist, and forces her taunting finger inside of her. 

"That is what I mean by touch." Erin is stunned at this forwardness on her friend's behalf, but nonetheless, shoves the finger even deeper inside of her friend's cunt. The hot hole is like gooey pie filling, fresh from the oven, sweet, sticky, and burning. It closes tight around her finger, not wanting to let go. Erin fights, and begins to work the finger in and out. Slowly, she adds another finger, feeling it slide against the other, and beginning to fuck her friend. 

"How is that, sweetie?"

"Good." Jenna's hands run over her large breasts, squeezing her nipples, pinching them, and rubbing them furiously, as her friend's thrusts pick up. "Yes, that's right. Oh god, Erin?"

"Feeling uncomfortable?"

"Not in the least," she grunts as she struggles with her nipples, pulling them, and then rubbing them hard between her thumb and index finger. 

Erin continues her thrusts for a while, wiggling back and forth, and occasionally pulling her fingers back toward her, feeling the bumpy, rough contours of the cunt, contrasted with the pink silk she first encountered upon entrance. As she pulls her fingers, as if saying, 'Come here,' Jenna squeaks and begins to rock back and forth. At this point, Erin knows she has found El Dorado. 'Jackpot!' she wants to shout. 

The fingers rub this bone, stroking gently, hot liquid gushing angrily out and down her wrist, coating Erin's hand. She removes the hand and rubs the cum all over her friend's tummy. 

From the sheer fact that she just seduced her 'straight' best friend, Erin could not help but get very turned on. She wants to touch herself, shove Jenna's hand into her and make her become her little bitch. But, in time. 

Erin continues to wipe the liquid, which is pouring out in buckets, onto her friend, over her stomach, her breasts, and finally onto her hands. "Taste yourself. I want you to taste yourself."

Jenna lifts her gooey hand up to her mouth and licks the filling up. "Sweet."

"Yes, indeed." Erin moves up her friend's legs and positions herself over her body, with one leg on either side, so that she is straddling her. The liquid is seeping out of Erin, and she can feel her friend's still warm cum beneath her. Erin, riding her friend, begins to move her crotch back and forth, rubbing her hot cunt on her friend's stomach. 

"God, Erin..."

Erin does not hear her. At this point, it was about pleasuring herself. It was about ecstasy, it was about lust. It was about cum seeping down her thighs, and mixing with her friend's, as she rubbed her incredibly swollen clit back and forth on her best friend's stomach. Erin supports herself by attempting to grab the comforter beneath them, as she moves back and forth. She pulls with so much force that the blanket begins to be pulled out from underneath them.

Jenna closes her legs, and Erin moves her body so that her cunt is over her friend's. Cum everywhere, they glide back and forth with ease, Erin picking up the speed, wishing she could thrust in and out of her friend, but being resigned to pressing snatches.

"Yes..." Jenna moans. "Faster."

Erin moves back and forth, up and down, feeling the soft hair against her bald mound, stroking, gentle, and tender, her hips gyrating, and Jenna's hips meeting hers, hitting together, hard. 

"Say my name."

"Erin!" Jenna screams. And, with that, Erin collapses on top of her friend.



Slumber Party



Zara and Karina grew up together. They were best friends their entire lives. Both ladies grew up to be very beautiful young ladies. Zara had long blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and a figure to die for. She measured in at five feet six inches tall, weighed only one hundred and twenty-five pounds, and her measurements were thirty-six c breasts, a twenty-inch waist, and thirty-inch hips. Karina had shoulder length, fire red hair, Irish green eyes, and her figure was just as good as Zara's. Karina was a little taller than Zara, standing at five feet eight inches tall, she weighed one hundred and forty pounds, and she measured in at forty d breasts, twenty-four inch waist, and thirty-five inch hips. They together had dated most of the boys in high school, but never really had any particular sexual interest in them. So, needless to say they were both virgins.

Growing up these two beautiful young ladies never kept any secrets from each other save one. They both had a strong feeling for each other that went beyond friendship. Every time they were with each other they always felt a warm, tingly feeling that ran through their entire bodies. Now Karina was only a few months older than Zara. It was getting close to Zara's eighteenth birthday, and Karina decided that it was time to express how she felt for her. So, she decided to have Zara spend a night over at her house when her parents were away for the weekend. Since both ladies were eighteen, Karina's parents trusted them enough to be in the house, and have a birthday party for Zara. But, Karina had other things in mind. She told a white lie to Zara, telling her that she was having a slumber party for her, but Karina didn't invite anybody else other than Zara. So, Zara accepted and told her parents that she was going to go over to Karina's house for a slumber party for her birthday. Karina had told Zara to come at eight o'clock, and to not bring anything except her nightgown.

Zara spent the day as normal until six o'clock, and then took a shower and packed her long, white t-shirt that served as a nightgown for her. The nightgown, when worn, would barely come down to the middle of her thighs. In the mean time Karina prepared for the night. Turning her bedroom into the ultimate place for seduction. She placed scented candles all around her room, and hung thin, silk sheets over her lamps to dim the lights in the room. At about seven o'clock, she too took a shower and put on her red strapless bra, matching thongs, a tight black mini-skirt that barely covered her ass, and a red halter-top that showed her voluptuous cleavage. When the doorbell rang at about five minutes to eight, with great anticipation, she quickly ran from her room to open the door. She opened to see her life long friend Zara standing there wearing a thin, white, loose skirt that came to her thighs, and a thin, bright blue spaghetti strap top that showed her black bra. At this sight, Karina started to feel her juices flowing, and her cheeks flushing. Zara saw what Karina was wearing.

"Is this a formal slumber party? If it is I could go home and change." Zara asked

Karina hung her head and said.

"Come in Z. I have something to tell you."

Zara stepped in the door looking a little confused. They both sat down on the couch, and Zara looked at Karina with a puzzled look.

Zara inquired, "Soooooo, when is everybody else coming?" 

Karina again hung her head, and began to speak to her softly.

"That's what I wanted to tell you. There isn't anybody else coming. I lied to you a little to get you over here, so I could tell you something that I've wanted to tell you ever since we became teenagers."

Zara looked even more confused than before, and inquisitively asked.

"And, what's that Kari?"

Karina swallowed hard, and worked up enough courage to tell her the truth.

"Z, we both know that we've dated almost every guy in high school. And, we both know that both of us are virgins, because we just weren't completely interested in them. Well, for me, the reason I wasn't interested in them is because, for the longest time I've wanted to be with you."

Zara almost fell off the couch hearing this. She too felt the same thing for Karina, but never imagined that she returned her feelings. She could see that Karina was almost embarrassed to tell her, so she decided to ease her.

"Kari!! First of all you didn't have to lie to me. You could've just told me that you wanted this party to be for just you and I." 

Karina hung her head, and said, "I know. I just didn't know how else to tell you this."

Zara took Karina's hand, and looked her in the eyes then said, "Kari. I have something to tell you as well. I too haven't had sex with any guys, because I wanted to be with you."

Karina's heart almost jumped out of her chest with joy at hearing this. And, with a glad heart she seductively said, "Well, then I've got a surprise for you in my room."

Karina took both of Zara's hands and lead her to the bedroom. When they walked in, Zara was awe struck at the sight of how seductive Karina had made her bedroom.

"This is really something Kari!!! I love it!!!" she said with a lot of excitement and starting to feel her own juices flowing.

Karina smiled immensely, and said, "Thank you!! I spent all day preparing the perfect setting to seduce you!"

"Well, it's working. I'm getting turned on just at the sight of this!!" Zara exclaimed as she pulled her friend close to her and softly kissed her lips.

Karina was a little surprised by the kiss, but eased into it, and returned the kiss. At first it was a short peck on the lips, but they went to kiss again. This time they both opened their mouths and locked into a deep, passionate French kiss. Their tongues rolling around each other the heat between them began to quickly rise. Karina got bold first. She wrapped her arms around Zara and placed her hands on Zara's ass. She gently squeezed it as their kiss became more and more passionate. Zara moaned slightly, and became bold herself. She reached her right hand down to Karina's legs. She ran it down Karina's left leg as far as she could reach, and then ran it back up the inside of the leg to get to Karina's now sopping, wet pussy. Zara pushed Karina's thong aside, and started to gently rub her friends pussy. Karina broke the kiss, and began to moan in pure pleasure.

"Oh God that feels good Z. Don't stop." With those words of encouragement, Zara slipped her index finger into Karina's slit, and started slowly sliding it in and out. Karina leaned back against a wall, and used one arm to close her bedroom door. Not that anyone was home, but felt more secure in her closed room. As she did this, her hips started rocking instinctively to her friend's motions. With her free lips, Zara gently kissed Karina's neck, and slowly made her way to the ample cleavage of her friend.

"Oh yes, Z, please keep going!!" Karina panted. With her left hand, Zara reached to the back of Karina's halter-top and unzipped it. Zara's eyes went wide at the sight of her friend's sheer, red, strapless bra. Seeing that it hooked in the front instead of the back, Zara used her teeth to unhook the bra. As Karina started to breathe heavier and heavier, she pleaded to her friend.

"Fuck me with your fingers Z!!! Push them in hard and deep!!!" Zara didn't need to hear anymore. She slipped her middle finger in with her index and pushed in as far as she could. Karina screamed almost at the top of her lungs as she felt Zara's fingers go very deep inside her walls.

"Oh my!! Keep going!! Don't stop!! Whatever you do, please don't stop!!!" Zara pushed her fingers in and out of Karina's pussy as hard and as deep as she could, and while doing that she wrapped her lips around Karina's fully erect nipples, and started licking and sucking on them. Karina was in heaven. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have her friend's fingers inside of her, fucking her, and her friend's mouth licking and sucking on her nipples. Karina rocked her hips harder as she could feel her climax building.

"Fuck me harder Z!!! Oh, God, keep fingering me!! I'm gonna cum soon!!!" Karina screamed.

Not wanting her friend to cum just yet, Zara stopped, and said, "Before you cum, I want to taste you!!"

As she said this, she removed her fingers from her friend's pussy, and used them to unzip her mini-skirt, and pull both that and her friend's thong to her ankles. Zara helped her friend step out of the clothes, and then gently parted Karina's legs and gently kissed the mound of her friend.

Karina's hips bucked hard at the kiss, and she begged, "Oh, Z, please lick me!!! Lick my clit!!! Make me cum!!!"

Without a second thought, Zara stuck her tongue out and flicked Karina's clit with it.

Karina started pinching and twisting her nipples and said, "Yes, Z!!! That's it!!! Lick my pussy!!! Make me cum all over your face!!!"

Zara opened her mouth wide, and placed it over Karina's pussy. She stuck her tongue all the way inside her friend's walls and started licking all around inside of it. Karina kept bucking her hips, grinding them against her friend's face.

Pinching and twisting her nipples harder, she screamed, "Oh my God Z!!! Don't stop!!! I want to cum so fucking bad right now!!!! Oh God, make me cum, Z!!!"

Faster and faster, Zara rolled her tongue inside Karina's cunt. As she did this she pressed her mouth hard on Karina's clit, and reached her left hand between her friend's legs and started rubbing the crack of Karina's ass.

Karina's hips were starting to buck very wildly now, and feeling her friend's hand at her ass she expressed, "Please do it!!! Finger my ass!!! I'm so close to cumming!! God, don't fucking stop!!!"

Instinctively Zara shoved her index finger deep, and hard into her friend's ass. Karina screamed with pain at first, and then began moaning in ecstasy as the muscles in her ass stretched around her friend's finger. Zara still licked fast pushing her tongue hard and deep into her friend's pussy while still rolling it around and pressing harder on Karina's clit. While pushing her finger in and out of her friend's ass as hard and deep as she could. Karina could feel her legs shaking uncontrollably, her hips rocking back and forth fucking the face at her cunt, and the hand at her ass.

"Oh my!!! Oh, oh, oh!! I'm cumming!!! I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmminnnnng!!!!" she screamed with pleasure. 

As Karina's pussy contracted, Zara licked and sucked up every drop of her friend's cum that she could.

As her orgasm subsided, Karina took Zara's face into both of her hands and helped her stand up as she kissed her. She could taste her juices on Zara's face. They kissed for only a few moments when Karina broke the kiss again. "Now, it's your turn." Karina said seductively. As she said this she gently pushed Zara over to the bed. Karina lifted Zara's top over her head completely revealing the black bra her friend was wearing. She started kissing Zara passionately as she used her right hand to unbuckle the bra. Pulling both straps down Zara's arms, Karina gently pushed her friend down on the bed. Karina broke the kiss to start kissing her way down Zara's body. Zara started to moan as Karina kissed her body. When Karina got to her friend's chest, she kissed, licked, and sucked all over the beautiful tits of her lovely friend. Zara kept moaning in pleasure as her friend's mouth was all over her breasts. Not wanting to delay tasting Zara for too long, Karina kissed her way down to her friend's waist. She hooked her fingers into the skirt of her friend and slowly slid it down Zara's legs. Zara lifted her ass off the bed to make it easier for Karina to take off her skirt. As her skirt went down her legs, Zara moved her body with her friend's motions, so that Karina could take her skirt right off of her. After getting her friend's skirt off, Karina stared in surprise that Zara wasn't wearing anything under her skirt.

"You naughty, little girl!!! You aren't wearing any panties!!! And, you shaved too!!!" Karina exclaimed.

Zara responded, "I was planning on seducing you tonight as well!! Even if there were other girls here!!"

Karina smiled, and gently parted Zara's legs. When Zara's legs were spread completely apart, Karina started lightly kissing her way up her friend's legs. Zara began moaning again with the light kisses being given by her friend's lips. When Karina got all the way up to her friend's pussy, she lightly blew air on the bald lips. Zara arched her back as the air felt so good on her bald cunt.

"Kari, please stop teasing!!! Lick my cunt!! I want to feel what you just felt from me!!!" Zara pleaded.

Karina obliged her friend and used her hands to gently part the lips of Zara's pussy. She started gently licking all around her friend's clit purposefully avoiding licking it, or going inside Zara's soaking, wet cunt. Zara pushed her hips towards her friend's mouth wanting so badly to be eaten out.

Zara begged, "Oh, Kari!! Please just stop teasing me!!! Eat me out!! I want to cum!!!"

Karina sat up for a few moments, and reached into her dresser drawer. She pulled out a ten-inch long vibrator, and two pairs of handcuffs. Without warning, Karina handcuffed Zara to the bed.

"I'm going to make you my slave!!! Do you understand, you little bitch?" Karina demanded.

Zara surprise, but not wanting to stop begged, "Oh yes Kari!!! Make me your slave!!"

"Don't call me Kari!!! Call me mistress, bitch!!!" demanded Karina, "Or, I stop right now!!!"

"Yes mistress!!" Zara pleaded, "Please make me cum!!! Make me your slave!!"

Knowing now that she had full control of her new slave, Karina went back down on Zara's pussy. She turned the vibrator on low and rubbed her friend's clit with it. Zara desperately fought against the handcuffs to no avail. Her hips rolling around on the bed she moaned with great anticipation.

"Do you want me to fuck you with this bitch?" Karina asked, "And, answer properly!!"

"Oh my God, yes mistress!!! Fuck me with your vibrator!!!" Zara begged.

Karina could feel her excitement growing with every plea from her newly found slave. She gently pushed the vibrator only a couple of inches inside her friend's entrance. Zara's face squinted with pain, and then quickly relaxed. She could feel the vibration of the toy inside her. Wanting more of this feeling, she started rocking her hips.

"Mistress, that feels so fucking good!!! Please fuck me!!! Please!!!" Zara shouted.

Karina just loved the feeling of absolute power. She started pushing the toy in and out of her friend's pussy, and watching every expression coming from Zara's face. Zara moaned and gasped with pleasure. Her whole body tingled with the vibrations of the toy inside her walls. Her hips bucked wildly, her legs shook uncontrollably. She felt her orgasm quickly approaching.

Zara begged with pleasure, "I'm gonna cum soon mistress!!! Oh, please don't stop fucking me!!!"

"Oh, no my little cunt!!! You're not going to cum just yet!!! You'll cum when I tell you that you can cum!!!" Zara commanded.

And, as she commanded this she withdrew the vibrator, and then planted her mouth on her slave's mound. Zara gasped for air, as she couldn't believe that her loving mistress wouldn't let her cum just yet. She also moaned loudly when Karina's mouth touched her lower lips. Karina lightly licked her slave's opening from bottom to top with just the tip of her tongue. Wanting so bad to cum, Zara pushed her hips towards her mistress' face. As she did this, Karina withdrew her tongue knowing full well that Zara was close to climaxing. She turned the vibrator on high, and shoved it all the way inside of Zara. Feeling the pain from the ten-inch long toy go all the way inside of her, Zara bucked her hips and screamed.

"Oh mistress that hurts so fucking good!!! Fuck me fast and hard with your toy!!! Please fuck me!! Please!!" Zara pleaded.

"You're going to get fucked alright!!! Just not the way that you thought!!!" Karina slyly said. And, then commanded, "I'm going to un-cuff you. But, only long enough to turn you over, and have you on your hands and knees. Then, I'm going to re-cuff you. You better not even think of trying to escape you little bitch!!!"

"I won't mistress. I promise. I want you so bad!!!" Zara responded.

Karina un-cuffed her slave and turned her over. Zara placed her self on all fours and raised her ass like a dog in heat. Karina quickly re-cuffed her slave to the bed. Got off the bed and went to her closet. When she came back she had a strap-on dildo, and a smaller vibrator in her hands. The strap-on had two heads on it. One was bigger than the other. The bigger one pointed away from Karina's body, and the other pointed towards her body. She quickly stepped into the leather garment, and with a gasp of pleasure inserted the smaller head into her own cunt. She positioned her self behind her friend. And, without warning turned the small vibrator on high, and shoved it almost all the way in Zara's exposed ass.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwww, that hurts!!!" Zara screamed in pain.

Karina, not really caring about the pain her slave was in, took the bigger head of the strap-on, and shoved it hard and deep into Zara's steaming, wet pussy, and as she felt it slip in she also felt the smaller head push deep into her own walls and moaned loud with pleasure. Zara moaned with pleasure and immediately forgot about the pain she just received.

"Mistress, that feels so good!!! Please fuck me now!!! I want you to make me cum mistress!!! Please make me cum!!!" Zara begged her mistress.

When Karina found the right position, she took hold of her slaves hips and started rocking slowly back and forth, pushing the bigger dildo in and out of Zara's cunt. While at the same time the smaller dildo pushed in and out of her own pussy. While the two dildo's went in and out of their pussies. The small vibrator was being pushed in and out of Zara's ass. Zara bucked her hips hard against her mistress' movements. Her body was shaking all over as her climax quickly approached again.

"Mistress, please let me cum!!! I can't stand it anymore!!! If I don't cum soon, I'm going to go crazy!!!" Zara begged.

Taking a moment to think, and realize that her own orgasm was approaching. Karina started pounding her slave harder and faster.

"Yes you can cum anytime now my little slut!!!" Karina expressed.

Both ladies started gasping and moaning in complete ecstasy, and in perfect unison. Karina kept fucking her friend harder and faster until she reached her limits. Zara grinded as hard and as fast as she could against her mistress' strides. They both started screaming in one loud voice.

"OH GOD YES!! FUCKING GOD, I'M GONNA CUM!!!" they both screamed in pure pleasure.

They fucked each other until their bodies couldn't handle anymore. As both of them came to one gigantic orgasm all you could hear was what sounded as one-person scream.

"IIIIIIIIIII'MMMMMMMMMMM CUMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Their bodies convulsed and shook uncontrollably as they both collapsed on the bed in pure ecstasy. Karina reached up and un-cuffed her new lover. Zara carefully rolled over underneath Karina. As they looked deep into each other's eyes they began to kiss. Zara broke the kiss after what seemed like an eternity.

"I love you Kari!!! I don't want to be with anybody else!!" Zara lovingly said.

Karina responded, "I love you too Z!!! You're the most wonderful lover I've ever met."

After sharing one last kiss, they fell asleep in each other's arms. They dreamt of each other, and couldn't wait to wake up to do it all over again. May be this time Zara will take control!!! 



Slumber Party



It was a bad time for my office. Of the five women I worked with, three had recently broken up with their boyfriends, one hadn't had a date in over 6 months, and the other was married to a real jerk that she just found out was cheating on her. I was lucky to be happily married, but when someone suggested a girls' night in to get drunk and forget our woes, I was in.

We decided to meet at Mandy's apartment on Friday night. Mandy was the date-less one, so her apartment held the least number of painful memories. Joely, Samantha, and Angie were all still trying to get rid of their ex-boyfriends' presences, and Sandy's husband wasn't going to be "working late" for once. I would have offered up my house, but while the other ladies would have been fine with my husband being around, I wanted a chance to dish without him hearing. 

We started the evening with a revealing game of "I've never." I was a little embarrassed to raise my cup when Mandy declared, "I've never had anal sex," until I realized she was the only not drinking. We all got a good laugh, and when both Samantha and Mandy drank at Angie's "I've never had a crush on anyone in this room," we all started wondering just what that might mean.

We were all getting pretty hammered and having a great time when a loud knock came at the door. 

"This is the police," a deep voice shouted.

We all got quiet really quickly, and Mandy stumbled to the door and opened it just a crack. As soon as she did, Matt and Joe, two of the guys who work in the department across the hall from us, barged in.

"Heard you were having a party," Joe said casually, dropping a bottle of Jack on the floor and then dropping down next to it himself.

"We were," Joely cried at him. "A GIRLS party. That's why you WEREN'T invited!" 

Everyone knew Joe had a major crush on Joely. Ever since she'd started working at our company two years ago he'd made it a point to visit us every day, especially around lunch time when the two of them would "happen" to go out together. Ever since Joely's boyfriend had decided to move out because he wasn't sure he could be committed to her anymore, Joe had been very quiet around Joely. Apparently he'd found some liquid courage tonight.

"Aw, come on!" Matt said. "You know we're practically one of the girls. We have no secrets here."

He was right. Matt and Joe had become such a part of our department that our supervisor gave them Christmas presents last year right along with the rest of us, despite the fact that it was a set of girly smelling body lotions. And Matt and Joe used them.

The secret that no one knew, however, was how much I was into Matt. Yes, I was married and loved my husband deeply. But from the first time I laid eyes on Matt I was in love, or lust at the very least. He was two years younger than me, but that didn't mean much these days when women were out scouting for men half their age on a regular basis. He was tall and lean, with light brown hair and dark brown eyes that I could just sink into if I let myself. Which, of course, I didn't.

Joely pouted a little more, and Mandy worried that somebody might really call the police, but the party was back in swing. After a while, though, Samantha announced she was done. Mandy offered to let her crash in her room so that she would be away from the noise. The rest of us got quieter, and before long Sandy wandered off to the guest room to sleep. It was down to four girls and two guys.

"Want to play spin the bottle?" Angie asked.

"Oh, that's so seventh grade," Mandy giggled, but went to find a bottle anyway.

First Angie got Joely, and gave her a chaste little peck on the cheek. The guys complained, but when I asked Matt what he would do if he spun Joe, they changed their minds and let it go.

Next to go was Joely, and she got me. Unlike Angie, she came over and sat right down on my lap, straddling me, and planted a big wet kiss right on my lips. When she got up, I saw her throw a quick glance at Joe. The guys were pretty into it.

Matt went next, and he also got me. He was sitting right next to me, so he just leaned over kissed me right on the mouth. It sent shivers down my spine and I felt a warmth in my crotch. But when he pulled away, Matt looked like he might as well have just kissed his grandma.

"You call that a kiss?" I jeered him to cover my disappointment. I spun and got Joe, who was on my other side. I sent a quick wink at Joely, and she winked back, so I knew that it was all right. Straddling him like Joely did me, I started out by kissing and nibbling on his ear, then slid my tongue around to his lips, which parted to let me inside. Even though I'd never been particularly attracted to Joe, I was feeling really hot as our tongues crashed over each other. Finally I pulled away, giving his crotch a little rub as I got up.

"Damn," he whispered. "You sure fucked up, dude," he said to Matt. For his part, Matt was examining the label of his bottle intently, seeming not to notice or care. 

Joe then spun Mandy. He made her stand up and swept her down like they were in the midst of a romantic dance and kissed her on the mouth, but not with tongues, I saw.

Mandy spun last, and got Angie. She wasted no time getting her mouth around Angie's. They were going at it pretty good, but I could tell it was all one sided. Angie just wasn't into it.

We went a few more rounds, and I kissed all of the girls at least once, and Joe a couple of more times, but couldn't seem to get Matt for the life of me. I started to notice that Mandy was pretty excited when she got the other girls, but didn't seem to care that much for the guys. Angie and Matt just didn't seem excited at all. That is, until they got each other. Angie spun Matt and you could just see that that's what she had been waiting for the whole time. She sat on his lap and leaned back so that he was half forced to kiss her neck, then she twisted and locked onto him good. Not only that, but I saw her hand reach down and grab his ass.

"So that's how it is," I thought. "If Angie's into Matt, I have no chance." I decided to call it quits, and everyone agreed. Angie called the couch, Mandy disappeared into her room, and the rest of us found a spot on the floor.

The buzz from the alcohol was wearing off, and I started feeling foolish and ashamed. I'd never cheated on my husband in any way, and while I considered this to be just a game, the fact was that I had kissed two other men tonight. Neither of whom were into me at all, it appeared. I curled up and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would find me soon. Luckily, it did.

I woke up again after what seemed like just a few minutes, but I didn't have a watch on so I had no way to tell. I could hear some whispering and shuffling sounds from where I knew Joe and Joely were sleeping. Apparently, they weren't sleeping. Feeling a bit like a perv, I listened to them. I could hear little gasps and groans, then a thudding sound and I knew he must be taking her hard. Finally, I heard a louder groan, and the two stayed quiet and I fell asleep again. 

The next time I came to there was just a hint of grey dawn coming in the cracks of the window shades. I had to piss, so I got up quietly and walked to the bathroom. On the way, I heard sounds in Mandy's room, but I had to pee to bad to stop. After I was done I went to stand by Mandy's door. It was open just a crack, and inside I could see Mandy and Samantha on the bed together. They were completely naked, and Mandy was between Samantha's knees. That answered the question of who they had crushes on. Lucky for them it was each other. 

As I picked my way back to my spot I felt like everyone was getting lucky except me. That's when I noticed that Matt was sleeping right next to me. It could have been pure chance, but there were plenty of other places he could have bedded down for the night. As I crawled back under my covers I was feeling very hot and horny. Seeing Mandy with Samantha had really started getting me wet. Not because I was into women, just because the idea of forbidden sex was so appealing. Now, knowing that Matt was so close to me put me over the edge.

Without stopping to think about what I was doing, I reached over and slid my hand under his blanket and into his boxers. He shifted a bit, but didn't seem to really wake up. I moved a little closer to him and started to gently rub his soft penis, which was getting harder and bigger with each stroke. He started to stir, rolling from his side onto his back. I leaned right up next to his ear and whispered, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," he whispered back. His arm was thrown across his face and his eyes were still closed. It occurred to me that he probably didn't even know who it was fondling him. I imagined him picturing Angie as my hand slid up and down his thick shaft, and I found I wasn't that upset about it. I kind of liked being anonymous. In fact, I was getting wetter just thinking about it. His cock swelled in my hand and his hips started shifting along with my motions. He wasn't as long as my husband, but quite a bit thicker. I imagined his cock inside my pussy, filling it up. I knew I couldn't do that, but I could at least get a taste of it. I slid down, kissing his nipples and tracing his treasure trail with my tongue, stopping just above the top of his boxers. I traced the elastic with my mouth, occasionally slipping my tongue into the waistband. He was moving around now, clearly wanting to be inside my mouth.

I stopped stroking him and put both hands to the top of his boxers. He shifted his weight up to allow me to pull them down. He really wanted it bad, and I wanted to oblige. But this was my fantasy come true, and I wasn't going to rush it. My hands found his cock and balls again, and my mouth continued exploring around, just carefully avoiding his pulsating cock. I licked his thighs and balls, nipped on his hip bones, used my hand to pull his cock away so I could kiss all the way down to the shaft without actually touching it. He was going crazy trying to find a way to get me to suck his cock, and I was truly enjoying it.

"Please, Amy," he breathed, his hands finding my head and pushing it slightly downward. So he did know, or at least hope, that it was me. I rewarded him by taking his whole cock into my mouth at once. It filled me up, but didn't gag me. He gasped, then groaned, and I just held him in my mouth until he relaxed. Then I got to work. Slowly I worked my way up and down his shaft. His anxiousness seemed to subside into the slow pleasure of it. After a while, I started twisting my head around his cock. Slowly rotating as I worked my way up, then letting go and coming back down to start again. It drove my husband crazy, and was obviously just as effective on Matt. His hips were bucking, wanting more.

So naturally I stopped. I let him fall out of my mouth and started teasing his groin area again. This time I didn't even use my hands, leaving his cock all by itself while I explored the other parts of him. I flicked my tongue across his dick, as if by accident, and it sent a charge through his body. I did it again, then slowly started working my tongue up and down the shaft and around it, taking just the head into my mouth and letting it fall out again while I worked his balls with one hand.

"Oh, fuck, Amy," he said. "I want you so bad."

I was so tempted to just mount him right then and there, but I couldn't do that to my husband, not to mention that we didn't have a condom. Instead I just went crazy on his cock, practically swallowing it whole and using my tongue to sweep around it as I slid it in and out of my mouth. His balls were tight and I could tell he was close. He started tugging at my hair, but I ignored him.

"I'm gonna cum!" he said throatily, but I wouldn't let him pull away. I kept right on licking and twisting and sucking until he exploded into the back of my throat. He pumped a few more times as I tried not to gag and just let his cum fill me up. I had never swallowed before, but it didn't look like I had much choice. I swallowed quickly, and found the sensation of his sticky semen sliding down my throat to be quiet pleasant and not at all like I'd feared. I licked off every drop of cum that I could, and finally let him slide out of my mouth.

I kissed around his thighs and stomach, occasionally letting my tongue travel across his cock or balls, causing a shiver to pass through him. At last, I rolled to the side and back into my blankets. I figured we'd both just drift off to sleep again, but Matt had other ideas. 

I was on my side facing away from him when I felt his hand reach over and start groping my breasts over my pajama top. I was still turned on from giving Matt head, and within just a couple of minutes I was soaking wet and almost ready to cum. I rolled to my back and he took the opportunity to slide his hand up my shirt. He gave my nipples a hard pinch, one after the other, and my body spasmed with each one.

He moved over so he was on top of me and his mouth replaced his hand. His tongue would tease my nipples then he would suck as much of my breast into his mouth as he could. I was so hot I could hardly stand it. His fingers found their way down to my pussy and started rubbing my clit. I had to hold back a moan of pleasure, but when he slipped his finger inside my hot hole I could contain my gasp. At that point I didn't even care if anyone heard. All I wanted was Matt. 

He continued working my breasts and my pussy until I was about to scream. He must have sensed because his motions sped up, stroking my clit and plunging into my pussy again and again while he bit my nipples. As my orgasm washed over me he didn't let up at all. I was writhing with it, bucking my hips and tearing at his hair. Slowly, he let up, but he didn't quit. Instead, his mouth headed down, tasting my skin as he went. He wasted no time getting my pajama bottoms down around my knees, and after kissing my thighs for a few minutes decided to take them all the way off.

He worked his way back up my legs until he found my wet pussy. His tongue carefully explored every fold, then lapped up my sweet juices. His fingers found his way into my hole and his tongue moved up to my clit, expertly teasing it until I was about to cum again. But he had another surprise for me. One finger slipped out of my pulsating pussy and worked its way down to my ass. I had never had anyone touch me there, but I found myself eager to feel him inside me. He hesitated, and I pushed my ass right down onto his finger, surprising us both. Before long he was working both my holes and his tongue was going crazy on my clit. It was the best experience I'd ever had.

Then he just stopped. He pulled himself up to me and kissed me full on the mouth. I could taste my juices on him and feel his thick cock rubbing against my pussy.

"Amy," he whispered into my ear. "I've wanted this for so long. Please let me be inside you. I want to fuck you so bad."

My whole body was on fire; wanting to say yes, knowing I should say no. 

"Fuck me, Matt," I answered. "Fuck me hard."

He wasted no time slipping his cock into my eager pussy. It was so thick I felt like a virgin again, crying out a little as his massiveness found its way into my tight hole. He held himself in for a moment before working himself in and out, savoring every feeling. I pulled myself up to nibble on his earlobes, and he responded by sucking on my neck. I might have worried about him leaving a hicky but at that moment the feeling of Matt inside me was my whole world.

He picked up the pace, sliding in and out, quicker and quicker until we were both panting. 

"I want this to last forever," he said. I wanted that too, but I could tell he was on the edge.

"Cum inside me, Matt," I encouraged him. "I want your cum inside my pussy."

That was all he needed. With a few more quick thrusts I felt his seed spilling out into me. The force of it drove me into my own orgasm, even more intense than before. We rocked together a few last times before he dropped on top of me, spent and sweaty.

"Oh, Amy," he said finally. "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you. I just didn't think I ever had a chance. What about your husband?"

"Were you planning on telling him?" I asked.

His answer was a deep and passionate kiss. We've shared many more since then. 



Slumber Party



Katie had just gotten her new apartment. It was small, even by big city standards, one large room with a bed, a couch, a small, eat in kitchen, and a bathroom. She was having "the girls" over for an inaugural slumber party. At least, that's what I thought. 

"Hi Sara!" Katie squealed. She already had a pitcher of margaritas on her table, and by the look of it, she had just finished one. 

"Hey Katie, I love this place! Pour me a Margarita! Where is everyone?"

"Well, they were all busy, but I thought you could help me break this place in."

"Sure!" I said, taking the drink she handed me. Wow, this is a strong one, I thought.

After an hour of drinking margaritas and pouring over catalogs, and ordering way too much stuff to decorate one small apartment, Katie and I were curled up on the couch, giggling.

"Sara, hon, we have to talk." Katie said, looking remarkably sober. This summer, at my parents camp, I saw you checking me out. You have been staring at my tits for months now.

Busted. I thought. I never considered myself a lesbian, bi maybe, but I had never been with a girl, and here I was in Katie's apartment, drunk, and surprisingly horny, and she called me out! 

"Its ok, though. I feel the same way" She said, practically reading my mind. "I am, well, a little more experienced in this way than I think you are, so lets try some things." She was staring into my eyes, and brought her hand up to stroke the side of my face, making me jump, and at the same time sending a shot of moisture to my pussy. Well, I got caught, might as well enjoy myself. At least she had the good sense to break out the 'liquid courage' before she asked. 

"So, you like my tits, wanna see 'em?" She grinned evilly, lifting her light tank top over her head, and exposing her bouncy, perky, creamy white tits. I moaned at the sight. I took my hands and slid them under her breasts, gently squeezing and rubbing both of my thumbs over her nipples. They hardened at my touch, and Katie moaned. 

"Are you a virgin with girls?" she asked as I continued to rub her boobs.

"Yes, but I have thought about this, and you, and what I would do if I had you in my hands." I said, quietly, still kind of embarrassed about feeling up my best friend.

"Well, you are on the right track." She moaned, and I squeezed again. "I want your shirt off, and I want your tits right now." She demanded.

I stood, releasing her, and slid my t-shirt off in one motion, I wasn't wearing a bra, we were in pjs, this was a slumber party, after all. She reached for my hands, and drew me to her, and instead of her hands, which I expected, her tongue darted out and caressed one of my nipples. She took it into her mouth, sucking hard, while her other hand wandered to my other breast, massaging that nipple too. I was moaning, low in my chest, when I found her with my hands, trailing them up her flat stomach, and once again filling my hands with them. She stopped her ministrations, and I opened my eyes, looking at her with disappointment. 

She put her finger to my mouth, and whispered into my ear; "shhhh, baby, I'll take care of you." She delicately traced her tongue down my ear and onto my mouth, breathing on my skin and raising goose bumps. She leaned back and grabbed a bottle of lotion from a small side table, poured some into her hands and began rubbing the cold, sweet smelling stuff onto my breasts. I moaned again, arching my back into her touch, loving the cold and the gentleness of her touch. I grabbed some lotion as well, and began massaging it into tits, my fingers sliding over her taut, lubricated flesh, slipping her nipples between my fingers, and squeezing, and sliding them away before she even registered the sensation. All of a sudden, her lips were on mine. They were salty, and tangy from the numerous margaritas, I kissed her back, and she opened her lips, to side her tongue into my mouth. I thought I might cum, right there. This incredibly sexy girl had her hands all over my boobs, and I had hers, and she was kissing me. It was my darkest fantasy. Almost. 

After a few minutes of kissing, and rubbing our soft, slippery tits together, Katie's hand began to travel down my belly, toward my wet, waiting pussy. She trailed her fingernails along the tender flesh of my abdomen, and slipped a finger under the band of my shorts, delicately caressing my clit. I jumped, and moaned.

"OK," she said "shorts off, and lay down. I am going to make you feel good like only a woman can, baby."

I got off the couch, and slid down my shorts, and soaking wet panties, she stood and did the same. I loved the sight of her bare pussy, sopping wet, and swollen for me.

She took my hand and led me to her bed, laying me on it, and spreading my legs at the edge. She kneeled before my spread legs, and started dragging her nails down my mound, and slid one finger down either side of my clit. I bucked at that simple touch, and she took it as an invitation. She put two fingers into my pussy, and started sliding them in and out of my wet folds. She brought her pink lips to pussy, and began lapping at my clit, continuing with her fingers. I was in ecstasy. This girl was eating my pussy, expertly lapping at my clit, and when I thought it couldn't feel better, she started moving her fingers in a 'come hither' motion, hitting my g-spot, and making me say "fuck Katie!"

"That's right, baby, say my name again, and I'll make you cum so fucking hard." She moaned, onto my clit, the vibrations sending out shocks through my body. She sped up her fingers and her tongue, sucking up my juices as they flowed freely onto her fingers.

"Fuck baby, yes! Katie yes!" I yell, incoherently.

"That's right baby." She said, as she sped up the fingering. I was starting to tremble, my body shaking at her ministrations, humping her face as she licked me clean. A low moan started to build as I began to cum, and then I was shaking, and cumming all over her face and hand, she held me down, and took my clit into her mouth, humming, as I rode out my orgasm. As my body began to calm, I opened my eyes. She took her fingers out of my pussy, and making eye contact with me, proceeded to lap my essence off of her. 

"Damn, you taste good, and you cum hard. I can't wait for my turn."



Slumber Party



"Truth!" Lisa said with conviction. 

"OK. We'll we all know you've had sex- but you never told us who with.. We want to know." Samantha said with a cheeky smile. 

The girls were all over at Sam's house celebrating her birthday, She was the last of the group to finally turn 18. There had already been a big party, but she had wanted her best friends over for a big sleep over- like they had all done when they were 15. Now they were all drinking JD, getting slowly drunk, and Playing truth or dare. 

Lisa squirmed. Sam and Rosie had no idea who had taken her cherry, but Mandy knew. She was really embarrassed to answer her question but if she lied then Mandy might bust her. She took a deep breath and lied, looking directly at Mandy and challenging her to contradict the lie. "It was James, you know Trent White's brother. We had a few dates one summer and I let him, he treated me nice and I felt comfortable with him. Afterward he was an asshole, and I was so angry I didn't want to tell anyone about it." 

The three girls looked at each other knowingly. Rose looked at Mandy, and then to Lisa. "That almost sounded like the Truth Lisa!" 

"What do you mean, that was the truth!" She gasped, not sounding to convincing. Rose laughed. "Mandy told us Lisa! You lost your Virginity to your Uncle!" 

Lisa shot Mandy a dirty look, stood up and put her hands on her hips. "First of all, I can't believe Mandy told you that! And he's not really my uncle. He's my dad's mate, we just call him uncle. He's a sweet man, and he's married so I didn't want it getting out!" 

Mandy Blushed, But rose still seemed to think it was funny. "Well, you lied and you got caught! You know the Rules. You have to do a dare now instead." Lisa sat down. "Fine. But no-one can tell anyone about him OK?" 

The girls agreed and then put their heads together to come up with a Dare. They thought they should make her get naked, but with the exception of Mandy, they had all seen each other naked. "You have to take of your Pajamas, so your completely naked, walk upstairs and bring back a bottle of coke from the kitchen." 

Samantha said with a Huge smile on her face. Lisa blushed. She knew they weren't going to let her get out of it. So she was going to do it as if she didn't give a fuck. She stripped out of her PJ's with all the girls looking. She knew the girls envied her body, so she took her time to rub it in. Lisa is a Tall fit blond. She has long curvy legs, the kind of legs men are always staring at when she wares heals, and a Tight small ass. She had a slim waist, toned body and a face for modeling, with long golden hair. Her breasts were smaller then she'd like, Just an A cup, but they were firm and perky. 

As the girls all giggle behind her she walked upstairs, her firm ass glistening in the light. She pushed open the basement door and poked her head through, it was after midnight so the house was empty. With the girls watching from the door way she strode across the lounge towards the kitchen. Her confidence was building, no one was up to see her but the girls and strutting about naked was getting her excited. She opened the fridge door, but instead of just grabbing the coke and getting back she decided to be cheeky. She grabbed the open milk carton, and begun to drink from it. For a bit of a laugh she let some of the milk spill down her mouth and dribble down her neck and breasts. 

She didn't know what had come over her, but now that she was naked she couldn't help showing off. Then she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, not in the direction of her friends, but from the corridor the other direction. Someone was walking towards the kitchen. Quickly she put the carton back and ran for the basement door, but as she got half way the girls all stated waving their hands and making drinking gestures. The Coke! 

She ran back to the fridge as quickly as she could, opened the door and picked up the coke. As she turned she saw Sam's Older brother standing in the kitchen archway in his boxers. He had clearly seen her and stood their with his mouth gaping wide open, and a tent pitching in his boxes. She paused for a moment to look at his, and admired his well muscled body, she felt a stirring in her pussy thinking about what his cock must look like. Then she realized she was standing in the kitchen, naked, dripping milk, staring at her friends boxers. She turned and ran back to the girls and disappeared into the basement. 

She ran straight into the couch and buried her head in the cushions in embarrassment. The girls were high with adrenaline and laughing loudly, she found it infectious and begun to laugh with them. A few minutes later they settled down and decided to continue with their game. Lisa put her PJ's back on, but left her undies on the floor. Rosie Turned to Samantha and reminded her it was now her turn. "Hmmmmmm. Truth!" Sam replied. 

"OK. How many different men have you slept with?" Rosie asked her. All the girls jokingly called Sam the slut of the group. She didn't mind, it was true after all. She loved sex, and had few inhibitions when it came to fucking. She knew the girls were going to use this party as an excuse to try and make her blush. She wasn't going to let them have her way. 

Sam is a hot, full bodied girl. Some girls would probably call her fat, but most men she had been with called her 'voluptuous'. She has shoulder length red hair, a curvy big ass, With perky C cup Tits and big nipples. She has soft white skin, and freckles over her nose and the top of her chest. She was not sexy in a 'swimsuit' model kind of way, but she had been turning heads since she was 16. 

"Shit! I don't really know Guys. You'll have to give me a minute." She made an act of counting on her fingers. "I may have forgotten a few people, and I'm counting guys I only went down on, but it's something like 21. " The girls All Gasped, But Mandy looked Scandalous. 

"So your judging me Mandy? Little miss no-sex-before-marriage! I think it's her turn next!" She said with a defiant smile. 

Mandy folded her arms across her chest and looked at them. She knew what kind of questions she would be asked, so she took the safer option. "Sure. Dare." The girls had already discussed what to do when Mandy said dare. It was easy. "Take of your Top and your Bra, and sit here Topless for the rest of the night." Lisa said excitedly. 

Mandy was a Prude. She was the only Virgin in the group, and it was by choice. She didn't really want to wait until she was married, but she believed sex a big deal and she wanted to wait for the right man. The girls wanted to see her topless because she was also shy, and had never undressed in front of them. She was to embarrassed. Mandy was also the smallest of the group. She was cute as a button, and plenty of men had wanted her. She had light brown hair, she usually put into a bun or a tail, deep brown eyes and a little button nose. She was slim and petite with just a little bit of an olive tan to her body. Her breasts were smallish but big enough to have a bit of definition, her nipples were sensitive and often hard, like Lisa she had a nice curvy butt but fairly plain legs. She wares glasses and tends to look like a sexy Secretary/librarian type. 

"No. I'll give you a peak if you really want to see them so bad. But I'm not sitting her topless all night.!" 

Lisa scoffed. "But it's OK to ask me to walk around the house naked and get caught by Sam's Brother. Don't be such a fucking hypocrite, Take it off!" 

Many Scowled. She suddenly regretted her enthusiasm for Seeing her friend strip. She had enjoyed watching Lisa, and surprised herself when she had become a little aroused when she watched milk pouring over her tits. 'Fuck it' she told her self, 'It's not like any boys are watching.' She took a big drink of liquid courage, savoring the subtle burn as it slid down her throat. She pulled her shirt over her head, showing of her soft belly. The girls all whooped and hollered in a mockery of male enthusiasm. Oddly enough this made her a bit more comfortable and she laughed as she reached behind her back and unlatched her Bra. Her breasts seemed to pop out of the bra, and stood out perkily, her nipples were hard, and pointed out in front of her like torches. 

While the other girls all reassured Mandy and tried to make her comfortable with her exposure Rosie just stared. She had always had a little secret crush on Mandy, but until now had hid it well. After all she did like men and had never been interested in any other women. But seeing the cute brunette topless her fantasies immediately begun spinning around in her head. She wondered if she could manipulate tonight into the two of them alone, together. She wondered how much alcohol they would both need to get the courage for that. 

Sam noticed Rosie Staring and smiled to herself. She was determined to loosen Mandy up tonight, maybe even get her to loose her virginity. She started to think about how she could use this. Mandy noticed Rosie staring at her and smiled back, completely unaware of the sexual tension. 

"Isn't it your turn now?" 

"Oh. Yeh," She blushed hoping Mandy had not realized she was doing more then simply admiring her body, "If I say Dare, do I get the same deal- Take my Top off?" Everyone laughed. 

"Maybe, Say Dare and find out!" 

"Ok.Dare." 

Without a pause Mandy almost shouts. "Topless is to easy, since we have all seen you naked. Take all your clothes off and stay that way!" Mandy is determined not to be the only one baring flesh. 

Rosie sighs. "Yeh, ok." Secretly happy that it was Mandy who chose to tell her to de-robe. Rosie made a show of it. She stood and gave a slow twirl. She then, begun unbuttoning her top, slowly. She has long slightly wavy dark hair and deep olive skin. Rosie's parents are both Latino and she has the features and skin tone of her family. As buttons come undone it becomes clear that she did not ware a bra under her pajamas, her cleavage slowly revealed. She slid the top off to reveal her Olive-brown body, her breasts glistening with sweat. They were not as big as Sam's but a nice handful. They were also not as pert or perfect as the other girls, and sagged a little, but she had very large dark nipples. 

She turned around so her ass was facing them and slowly slid her bottoms down, revealing a big round ass. Not firm and silky like Lisa's her ass was however nicer for it's size and shape. She stepped out of the Bottoms and turned and the girls gasped. Her pussy was shaved. 

"When did you do that?" Sam asked, impressed with her friends newly shown inhibitions. "A few weeks ago. Daniel wanted me to shave it, he said he would go down on me more often if I didn't have a hairy bush. I even let him shave it for me, it was such a turn on. We fucked after wards and it was the best I have ever had." 

Daniel was Rosie's Boyfriend of 6 months, the only man she had ever been with. He was older too, 32, and he was always helping her explore her sexuality. The girls all laughed. Even Mandy, to everyone's surprise- she would usually scoff whenever sex was talked about openly. The sexual tension and Alcohol in the room was loosening everyone up. 

Rosie looked at Lisa, "Truth or Dare?" 

Lisa was still excited, and Wet, from her last dare. The excitement had continued to build with all the sexual talk. She was keen to do something else daring and new. "Dare!" she said confidently. 

"Hmm. I think you need to feel what it's like to have a shaved pussy Lisa. We saw you before and you are all bush. I dare you to get a razor and let me Shave you." Lisa's heart skipped a beat. It was one thing to be naked and another to let everyone get close and personal with your Pussy. Lisa was afraid, but also aroused. 

"ok" She said weekly. 

Sam left the room and came back with a bowl of hot water, some shaving cream and a clean razor. By this time Lisa was once again naked. Rosie bid her to lie down and she did, after taking a big swig of Bourbon directly from the bottle. Everyone crowded around. Lisa felt uncomfortable with all the girls hovering over her womanhood, but once again she was starting to get aroused. 

Rosie knelt in between Lisa's legs, and put a damp cloth to her friends pussy. Lisa flinched, but Rosie continued until the area was moist. She then started adding the saving cream, and Lisa giggled. Rosie took the razor and begun to gently run it threw Lisa's bush. Lisa let out a soft moan. A very sexual moan. Everyone froze. Lisa looked around confused. "What?", they all looked at each other- it seemed she had no idea she was making any noise. Rose slid the razor across her lips one more time and Lisa moans again, the girls all giggle. This continues till Rosie is finished. Lisa's pussy glistened with a combination of water, and her own juices. She had gotten very hot from her shave, and her clit had reddened and enlarged -- in plain view of everyone. 

"What was so Funny?" Lisa asks once her pussy was clean-shaven. 

"Um' you were moaning, Like sexually" Mandy said a little red-faced. 

"No way?" Lisa gasped covering her mouth. 

"Yeh. And you got really wet too" Lisa blushed and looked at her feet. She reached down and felt her smooth lips. "Wow!" 

"Don't be embarrassed," Rosie told her, "The same thing happened to me, I got super horny. I don't think it means you're attracted to me or anything like that!" Lisa nodded, but turned to Sam, taking an opportunity to change the subject.

"Truth or Dare" 

"Well, Dare seems to be in style at the moment. But make sure you don't give me something easy." She said with a twinkle in her eye. Lisa conferred with the other girls, as they were talking Sam noticed Mandy gasp and blush, 'They've come up with something good!' She thought. "OK. We have a dare, but we are pretty sure you wont do it!" Lisa said with a cheeky smile. Mandy was still blushing and would not look Sam in the eye. 

"We want you to undress, get comfortable and Masturbate for us. We want to see you come." 

Sam smiled. 'Not bad' she thought. 

"Girls if you wanted to see me Masturbate, you could have asked me any time." She started to undress. Her soft white skin was slightly flushed, from all the sexual excitement. Her nipples were hard. "Shall I Use my fingers? Or should I play with one of my toys?" Mandy gasped. She was shaking. Part of her thought watching another girl was disgusting, the other half wanted to see. Mandy herself only masturbated rarely, she thought of it as something dirty and always felt very bad afterward. She walked over to the min-bar and mixed herself a cocktail. If she was going to watch she would need to be more drunk. 

"Whatever you want" Lisa replied. 

She pulled a chair up close to the bed and watched as her naked redheaded friend crawled onto the bed. Samantha wanted to turn everyone on. So she moved as sexily as she knew how. She got onto the bed on all fours, waving her cute ass at her friends, and giving them a clear rear-view of her pussy. She sat up onto her knees and started to give them a show. Running her hands seductively over her body. She squeezed her breast and brought one to her mouth to suck on her nipple. Most men would be begging for it already, but the girls just sat around the bed staring in awe. 

Finally she slid a hand to her crotch and, in such an angle that none of them could quite see what she was doing, she began to rub her clit. She was already wet. Then slowly she leaned backwards into the pillows and spread her legs apart. All of the girls were watching, and all of them were getting aroused. Without even realizing it Lisa had begun to just very slowly rub the lips of her pussy with one finger. She had not even thought to get dressed since her shave. 

Sam was starting to really enjoy herself now, she loved masturbating nearly as much as she loved sex. She was also used to giving a show as several of her partners had liked to watch her masturbate. At one stage she had seduced a married man, but he refused to touch her, he thought it was only cheating once they touched. So she would give him a show and he would give her one. In the end he lost control of himself and fucked her hard, all the repressed desires to slide his cock inside her had overwhelmed him and he had given her the best fuck she had ever had. She let her head fall back into the pillows and let out deep moans. She spread her pussy wide open with her fingers and let the middle finger run circles around her wet engorged clit. One hand stayed on her breast, squeezing and rubbing herself. Her pussy was dripping with her juices and she had not yet touched it. She looked up, straining to speak, "Mandy, I Dare you to go to my draw and select a Vibrator for me. And then slide it into my pussy for me." 

Mandy was absolutely shocked. Shocked at her own arousal, shocked at the notion of helping a friend to cum, shocked that she was even here. She decided to select a vibrator, but not to fuck her friend with it. She had never seen one after all.

She took another look at Sam and watched her squirm and moan from her own touch, a little aroused she opened the drawn and found a collection of Vibrators. There were ones in all colours and sizes, some shaped like real cocks, some sleek and metal. She reached in and selected the biggest one. She walked to the side of the bed and handed it to Sam, "I can't do it" She said a little ashamed. 

"Fine. Rosie. You do it for me!" Sam was far to aroused to stop and convince Mandy. 

Rosie blushed, still naked she climbed onto the bed on her knees and took the vibrator from Mandie's hands. It was huge. She could not imagine something this big fitting inside her, but if Sam owned it she must have used it before. Rosie was so aroused now, her head was swimming. She half wanted to just bend down and lick Sam, but she was still hoping to do that to Mandy. So she got onto all fours between her friends legs and turned the vibrator on. A little tentatively she leaned forward and slid the Vibrator inside Sam's wet waiting hole. 

Sam screamed with pleasure, as the huge fake-cock inched it's way inside her. She didn't use this dildo often, she couldn't always fit it. But she was so sopping wet it slid into her, filling her in so completely that her eyes watered. She continued to rub her clit, faster and faster now. She could feel an orgasm beginning to stir inside her. 

No one had noticed but Lisa had slide a finger inside her dripping pussy and was now fingering herself quickly. Not only was she watching Sam fuck herself while Rosie slide that huge Vibrator inside her, but she had a great view of Rosie's backside and her glistening Pussy. When she watched Rosie slide a finger between her own legs and begin to rub her own clit Lisa's stimulation reached and apex.

Suddenly she moaned long and loud, and came hard. Sam could not believe how sexual the night had become, the feel of her own hand, the cock being thrust into her by one of her close friends and the sound of another friend coming loudly was to much. She bucked as an orgasm hit her and she grabbed Rosie by the wrist and forced her to impale the Vibrator deeper into her. With the cock sinking so deeply into her cunt she wailed one more time and slumped back into the bed. 

Rosie looked around to see two of her friends panting like tired dogs, and saw Mandy. Mandy was still waring her bottoms, the only girl not yet naked. She was staring at Sam in awe and disbelief, she looked so cute, so innocent. And Rosie was sure she could sense her Hornyness too. She felt sorry that her friend had never had any kind of sex, that she was holding herself back from such wonderful experiences because of her own hang ups.

Sam once again saw the look that Rosie had for Mandy. She decided now was the time to act. She knew if Mandy had not joined in to their mass masturbation she was still likely to pull away from anything truly sexual. She had to take matters into her control. She scooped herself up off the bed and walked over to Lisa's chair. Bending down she whispered into her ear. "Rosie really wants Mandy, and I think Many needs a friendly push to start her sexual education. Follow my lead." She stood up and waited for Lisa to do the same. She walked over to Mandy, who was still standing stunned by the wall. Mandy turned her head to look at her approaching girlfriends, not sure what they were doing. She tired to distract them by meekly offering "Truth or Dare?" but they ignored her. She Felt Sam, and then Lisa wrap their arms around her in a soft embrace, it wasn't overly sexual embrace, accept she could feel both girls breasts pressing against her. However it did arouse Rosie, who was still gently playing with herself. She felt their lips on her neck and was at once both disturbed and aroused. 




Slumber Party



On a Friday night, In an average suburban town, Holly, Rachel, Karen and Mindy were having a slumber party. What the occasion? It was Holly's birthday party and what better way to celebrate it than with friends. 

The girls sat around a circle and told stories of encounters with boys, or what boy was hot and what boy was not. All of this was innocent enough. Holly then started to tell the story of how she lost her virginity to Marty Coleman.

"In and out, five seconds later and it was all over." She said as the girls burst into laughter. 

"Did you try again?" Mindy asked. 

"Umm, not yet. I'll make him wait, Its fun manipulating boys." More laughter.

"I've got a story to tell, its about John Tanners." Rachel announced.

"John Tanners? The Quarterback!?" Holly asked with anticipation. 

John Tanners was the most popular boy in high school. He was tall handsome, good looking and came from a wealthy family. Rachel had briefly gone out with him during the summer, but for some strange reason their relationship ended. All the girls wanted to know the scoop, "Why didn't it work out?.... God! He's soooo good looking" Karen said. 

Rachel laughed and told the group to settle down. "Okay, well yeah, he was a nice guy and all, but after Steve Coco's party, I didn't really wanna see him anymore."

"How come?" the three girls responded in unison.

"well, you're gonna think I'm being really shallow, but he had a small dick." All the girls chuckled amongst themselves, mostly assuming that Rachel was joking. 

"You called it quits cause he had a small penis?" Karen asked.

"Miniscule!" Rachel corrected her. Judging by her tone, all the girls now knew that this wasn't a joke. 

"That IS pretty damn shallow Karen!" Holly snapped at her. 

"Wait, you didn't hear the story yet. Let me tell you the story first, then you can judge me." Rachel said.

"Okay, so we're at Steve's party and its around 1:00am, the party is dying down, so we decide to go upstairs and fool around. By this point, we were both pretty drunk, so anyway, after 20 minutes of making out, he asks me, 'do you wanna do it?'. I'm like 'yeah, sure, why not.' So, he unzips his pants and it takes me completely by surprise. 

It was like a little thumb, or an extraverted belly button. It looked really really funny on his big body. So, my immediate reaction was laughter. I couldn't help it, it just came out. I was so embarrassed and I could tell he was embarrassed too cause he started to cover himself. 

So at that point, I felt really bad for him, like really sorry, kinda like I owed him something. So I think, okay, I'll go down on him. Anyway, all that laughter caused him to loose confidence and especially his ego.... He was limp, like dead... pft! In fact, it looked so silly, that I started to laugh again, I know I probably shouldn't have, but I just couldn't help it. 

So anyway, then I look up at him and I realize, he's crying. He's actually fucking crying. Now, that is so not a turn on. I felt really really bad, I felt like such a bitch. So I tried to comfort him you know? I sat him down, I told him 'its okay' 'nothings wrong' 'don't worry baby' I felt like a mother comforting her newborn baby. 

He burst out into tears, sobbing and whimpering, saying things like 'I'm sorry its so small' and 'I'm so pathetic, I wish I had a bigger cock'. I was like, 'yeah, its okay, don't worry'. After 45 minutes of crying he finally stopped and said something like 'don't tell anyone okay, I'm so sorry, but don't tell anyone'. I was like, 'yeah, yeah, its our little secret.' 

And that was that, He called for about a week, but I never returned any of his calls, eventually he gave up. So there you go, that's my story." 

"Well that's just about the funniest damn thing I've ever heard!!" Mindy declared

"wait, wait, if you promised him you'd keep it a secret, then why did you tell us?" Karen asked

"Well, he had it coming. I know he showed his true colours that night; he was sweet, very sweet and I even felt kind of bad for him but.... He's a total ass. Besides, it's going to be funny watching his reaction to the rumours we're about to spread." Rachel said

"Rumours we're going to spread?" Mindy asked

"Yeah. It'll be funny! Why should we be the only ones who get a laugh out of this? I think the whole campus should join in on the fun! And I can just imagine his paranoia.... Ohhh, it will be so sweet...." Rachel added. 

There was an awkward silence amongst the girls for a moment. 

Then Holly said, "Really? Like a thumb?" with that, all the girls burst out into hysterics. Weather or not the story was true; it gave them something to talk about, and made for good gossip.