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In high school, I used to ride on the bus with some
girls from a Catholic school. I had my eye on the
prettiest one for a long while. Her name was Mary. At
sixteen, I had a constant hard-on, no experience and a lot
of curiosity. My selfish urges overpowered my realization
that we had nothing in common. I asked her out and she
accepted. She was overjoyed at my attention. I was
overwhelmed by her beauty and by the realization that I
couldn’t understand anything she was saying due to the
noise on the bus. I just nodded my head.
Now I’m sure you think you know what comes next. Young
boy finds carnal bliss. Well, I didn’t find it with Mary.
Her cool head prevailed (luckily for both of us probably)
and we never got past first base. We were looking for
different things. She wanted to go out and do things with
me. I wanted to find out what her breasts looked like. I
was working six days a week and she was keeping her blouse
on, so we had no basis for a relationship. Selfish person,
I got what I deserved.
I gave a lot of thought over the years to how it could
have turned out differently. It left me with a desire to
fulfill my teen-age dreams and go all the way with Mary or
someone like her. I thought about her in that cute school
uniform, the white blouse, the skirt ending just above the
knee, the white socks, the polished, black shoes. I thought
about the one time I saw her bra down her shirt. I thought
about the one time she bent over a little too far so that
her dress went up just enough for me to see her white
panties.
I met Ginger many years after high school. She was no
Mary despite the fact she had gone to Catholic School. She
did remain a virgin until after she graduated high school,
but between that time and the time I met her, she turned
into a bold, imaginative and wonderful lover. She was also
an incredible mind reader, so I shouldn’t have been so
surprised by her birthday present to me.
I went over to Ginger’s house on my 27th birthday. She
opened the door. It was all I could do to keep from cumming
on the spot! There she was, almost as if taken from my
fondest memories, wearing the white blouse, white socks,
and tartan wool skirt of her old school. She had her hair
in a school girl ponytail. Her small breasts pressed
against her shirt. Her cute ass gave shape to the skirt.
Ginger pecked me on the lips, gave me an innocent hug and
said, “I’m curious about sex. Could you show me how?”
There were no sweeter words she could have said. I’d
been waiting years to be able to explore the pleasures of
sex with this fantasy figure. I wanted to savor this
experience, recreate the thrill and curiosity and tension I
felt, hoping to get into Mary’s pants.
“First”, I said, “there’s the kiss. Open your lips a
little and put them against mine.” She stood on tip toes
and gently kissed me. I put my arms around her, careful to
stay on first. I slowly moved my tongue along to her lips
and searched for hers inside her mouth. I felt it, rough
and soft and wet. She wouldn’t reciprocate at first, then
she started to get into it. As usual, she brought me close
to cumming, just with her lips and tongue against mine. Oh,
did she make me hard!
I broke from her and said, in my best professorial tone,
“That is called French kissing”.
She jumped up and down. “Oh, that was fun! It made me
feel so juicy inside.”
I knew Ginger and I knew what she meant by juicy. But
how I longed to show the fantasy Ginger what the juiciness
was for. I said, “I liked it too, you sure are a good
kisser. Well, that was first base, do you want to go to
second?” I nodded in the general direction of her chest.
Ginger played coy. “Well, I don’t know, maybe just a
little, to see what it’s like.”
I put my hand on her left breast, or what there was of
it. Ginger really doesn’t have much besides nipples, which
is a real turn-on for me. Her breasts were pretty much
lost in the blouse. It felt like she had a padded training
bra on underneath. Anyway, my rubbing and squeezing wasn’t
doing much good.
“Gee, I don’t feel a thing”, said Ginger, confirming my
fears. “There must be more to it than this. If it’s second,
it should be better than first.”
“Well let me try this”, I said, unbuttoning the top
button of the blouse. I put my hand down the front of her
shirt and into the bra. Ginger let out squeals of delight
and mock embarrassment as I gently stroked her nipples to
erection. The blouse slowly slipped past her shoulders and
down, over her breasts to her waist.
I asked Ginger if I could take her bra off. “Oh, but
then you’ll be able to see my breasts!”, she said.
I begged her, “They feel so wonderful, please let me see
them! It’s not really second base unless I can kiss them.”
She nodded, OK, and, with coordination befitting a
typical 16 year old, I fumbled with the clasp in the back.
I let the bra rest on her shoulders and placed my lips on
her right breast, moving under the bra to her nipple,
nuzzling it’s wonderful firmness with my lips. I licked and
sucked it bringing sincere moans from Ginger.
I stopped, and with an innocent voice, I asked Ginger if
she’d like to find out about third. She asked what third
was and I told her it was “petting below the waist”. “That
sounds like fun!”, she said.
I told Ginger that she should feel free to put her hands
anywhere she wanted. She put one on my thigh, not the
boldest of moves. I put a hand on her dress, feeling her
soft, strong leg underneath. I moved my hand halfway up her
thigh, pulling the dress up with it. I reached under the
dress, feeling naked thigh.
I had fantasized about this moment throughout most of my
post-pubescent life. Here was my hand, underneath that wool
skirt, inches away from the mysteries of pleasure I longed
to experience. I slowly slid my hand higher and higher, up
into the warmness, until my hand reached the delicate
cotton fabric that foretold of delights to come. Meanwhile,
Ginger’s hand had slid, unbeknownst to me, up to my
wonderfully hard cock.
“Oooh, it’s so hard and long!”, she said, exploring
outside my zipper.
I was too engaged to comment. I had succeeded in
lifting up her dress. She was sitting with her legs
together, so, although I could see her beautiful panties,
her charms remained well hidden. Her ass cheeks did poke
out cutely from the sides of her undies.
Meanwhile, Ginger had pulled my cock from my pants.
“Wow! It’s got this big fat head on top and all these
veins,” She stroked it, making believe she didn’t know how
excited it was getting me. I countered by putting a hand
down the front of her panties.
I traced the folds of her labia up to her clit and
stroked it with the rotating motion that always makes
Ginger come. She ground her cunt into my hand and began to
hump on it in a frenzy. Ginger came in no time flat,
shooting her juices into the pure white panties.
By this time, it was impossible for either of us to keep
up the pretense. I grabbed a rubber. Ginger raised her ass
in the air and I stuck my cock under her skirt. I pushed
her panties to one side and thrust my rock hard cock into
her steaming, wet puss. She pushed her ass at my cock with
a sharp, rhythmic motion. I thrusted deep inside her, my
hips slapping against her ass.
Oh, the sight of my cock, plunging under her clothes,
pushing the pink cunt flesh aside, deeper and deeper. I
held back for as long as I could, but, finally, I found
myself unable to hold back from consummating my fantasy of
fifteen years. My ass muscles tightened. My jaws clamped
shut. My balls shot a gusher of cum out of my throbbing
cock and into my warm, sassy and fun friend, Ginger.
I wonder what I’ll get for my birthday this year?

“You’re a crude boy, Goss,” she said. “But you’re right. This is the
part of the fantasy where I begin to get aroused. Here I am, alone in
my house with three strangers. Mack asks me to dance to a slow tune on
the stereo and I accept. His strong arms are wrapped around me and his
hard-on is pressing against my pussy and we’re barely moving to the
music when I feel fingers on the back of my bare left thigh.”

She also felt fingers on her bare left breast, sneaking in through the
buttons on her blouse. My fingertips caressed her soft flesh, found an
erect, rubbery nipple.

“Can I ask you to do something a little weird?” Cathie asked.

“Sure, the weirder the better,” I told her.

“Go into the bedroom and get the KY jelly.”

A smile crossed my lips as I got up and went to fetch the tube. When I
got back, Cathie was just stepping out of her panties, totally naked.
“Take your clothes off and put some of that jelly on your cock.”

As I was doing it, Cathie was arranging pillows on the couch. Two large,
fluffy pillows went to the middle and two went to one end. She jumped
onto the couch face down, arranged pillows under her thighs so she
was kneeling without effort and her large, round ass was pointing up.
Her head rested on the other two pillows.

“I want you to put your cock all the way up my bum,” she said. “Don’t
fuck it. Just keep still while I tell you the fantasy. I want to see if
I can make us come, just talking.”

“Hmmm,” I said. “That’s sort of unnatural. How am I going to stop myself
from moving? It’s sort of like a reflex.” I climbed up behind her and
positioned myself between her legs. Upright on my knees, the tip of my
cock grazed her fleshy buttocks and settled in between her ass cheeks.
I grabbed her, one hand on each hind cheek, began squeezing rhythmically.
You could have said Cathie had a fat ass. It was wide and protruding
but it was also perfectly smooth, soft, and round.

“If I can do it, you can do it,” she assured me.

Leaving my left hand on her left cheek, I used my right hand to direct
the tip of my cock to her anus.

“Don’t mess around,” she said. “Just push it all the way in and hold
still.”

Cathie pushed back as I was pushing forward and I felt the length of
my cock swallowed tightly by her asshole. I pulled back a bit, just to
enjoy seeing the shaft disappearing between her ass cheeks, into her body.

“All the way in and hold still, she commanded.

After I complied and we moved around a bit to get comfortable, she
continued with her fantasy.

“Where did I leave off?” she asked.

“You were dancing with Mac and he was feeling your ass,” I prompted.
As I said it, my cock twitched slightly.

“He has his hand on the back of my bare thigh,” Cathie corrected.
“I tell him to stop but I’m giggling as I say it. I tell him Steve and
Tony will see. Mack responds by kissing my neck and putting his hand
right on the left cheek of my bum. He’s squeezing my bum and I’m looking
around to see if the other guys are watching. Tony is sitting on the
couch, smoking a cigarette and watching closely. My dress is hiked up
so I know he can see the whole ass end of my panties and Mack’s hand,
squeezing my ass cheek. Steve is standing in the entrance to the kitchen,
sipping on a can of beer and he can see too.”

While Cathie is talking, I can feel my cock pulsing in her asshole.
Now and then she squeezes it. “Then what happens?” I ask.

“The song ends and Mack lets me go. I’m pretty embarrassed but I’m also
drunk and horny and I think I’d like to go to bed with Mack so I don’t
say anything. I brush past Steve and go into the kitchen. I don’t know
…End of the part2. To be continued..

I groaned. “I’m not sure I can take another fantasy of yours,” I said.
“It’s been two days and I’m still not fully recovered from the last
two fantasies.”

We were in the small kitchen of her house. Cathie was washing and I
was drying. She wore tight, almost new blue jeans that accentuated
the wideness of her hips and the protruding fullness of her buttocks.
They swelled and swelled in a pair of round curves. She’d managed to
splash soapy water on the front of her Harvard maroon shirt.

I’m not particularly affected by breasts. It just happened, as it
usually does for the female figure, her breasts were big and buoyant,
to balance her big ass, I guess. As unaffected as I am, I noticed that
her nipples were hard and erect through the soft material of her shirt.
I reached over and grabbed her right nipple between the forefinger and
thumb of my right hand, just feeling the rubbery protrusion.

Cathie shook her head to get her bangs out of her eyes. She had fine
black hair, cut in a pageboy that fell to her shoulders. Her hair framed
a perfectly smooth, white complexion. Her face was heart shaped, with
thick, luscious lips topped by a small straight nose and overly large,
deep brown eyes. Although I found her figure to be slightly overblown,
she had the most beautiful, delicate, porcelain face I’d ever seen.

“Ow,” she said, obviously referring to my fingers pinching her nipple.
“I’m going to have my period soon. My tits are ultra sensitive.”

I immediately let go.

“No,” she said. “Pinch the other one for awhile, Goss.”

Obediently, my right hand reached across her body and my fingers squeezed
her left nipple through the maroon shirt material.

“Do you want to hear my fantasy?” she asked again.

“Give me a break, Cath,” I said. “I just got home from work and ate
dinner.”

“Go get a beer from the fridge,” she told me. “A beer will loosen you up.”

I let go of her nipple with my right hand and flipped the dish towel
onto the counter. I got a beer out of the fridge and sipped at it.

Cathie continued to wipe dishes and put them in the rack. “Chug it,”
she said.

“It’s Monday night. Do I want to do that?” I asked.

“Yeah, chug it,” she said.

I chugged down the beer, then got another bottle from the fridge.

“Chug that one too,” she said, gazing out the window over the sink.

“How loose do you want me?” I asked, draining the bottle.

“Keep going,” Cathie told me.

I retrieved another bottle and started drinking it. I noticed the mauve
colors of the setting sun, shining through the window, were starting to
look a bit fuzzy around the edges.

“Maybe I’ll have a shower tonight,” Cathie said, draining the sink.

“Um, golden?” I asked, having connected the beer to the fantasy. I’m not
at all stupid.

“Maybe,” she answered.

We’d both read about golden showers but we’d never done anything like
that. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to do it.

“I don’t know, Cath,” I said, sipping at the beer. “That’s the outer
…End of the part1. To be continued..

“I’m wearing a white, see-through apron that covers my tits and my
thighs but there’s nothing at the back but the bow where it’s tied,”
Cathie continued breathlessly. “While I’m serving them supper on the
coffee table, all of them feel my bare bum. I can see you’re watching
but you don’t say anything about them feeling me up.”

“Yes, go on,” I said, allowing my cock to slide up her ass to the root.
I began tickling the underside of her clitoris, which she seems to like.

“You tell me the supper isn’t any good,” said Cathie. “You tell me I
have to have a spanking. You pull me over your lap so everyone can see
my bare bum up in the air and you spank me…hard…for a long time.
You spank me and spank me.”

Cathie’s last sentence coincided with two deep thrusts of my cock,
in and out of her asshole. The month was July and I could feel that I
was soaked in sweat. Looking at Cathie’s back, I could see perspiration
droplets blossoming through her white T-shirt.

“Does it hurt?” I asked softly, continuing to fuck her ass.

“Yesss,” she answered. “It hurts and it burns and my bum is all red
and stinging. You just keep spanking me harder and harder until my whole
rear feels like it’s on fire.”

“Then what happens?” I asked.

“You push me down onto the carpet on my stomach and all three of them
stand over me and masturbate until they all come all over my ass and
back.”

At this point I had Cathie almost onto her stomach on the couch and I
was stroking in and out of her bottom with short, hard, angry strokes.

“Did you like that?” I asked “Did you like them coming all over you?”

“Yes, yes,” she gasped.

“Then what happens?” I wanted to know.

“Then one of them decides he wants to fuck my bum,” she said clearly.
“They all push me head first over the coffee table and the one who wants
to fuck my bum gets behind me. He pushes his cock all the way up my ass
the first time and he starts fucking me. And it hurts.”

“Do you like it?” I gasped, slightly out of breath.

“Yes. YES!” she said, fucking her ass onto my cock.

“Then what?” I whispered in her ear, my cock pistoning in her asshole.
I was very near to coming and I could feel Cathie was about to explode
too.

“He fucks me and he fucks me and he fucks me,” she breathed in rhythm
with our own fucking. “He fucks my bum and he fucks my bum and he fucks
my bum.”

I’m sure my voice cracked when I said, “Yes???”

“After the first one comes in me, another one takes his place and he
decides to fuck my ass again.”

“Mmmmppphhh,” I said.

“Then the second one comes in me and the third one fucks me up the bum.”

“And you like it,” I prompted, about to come myself.

“Yes!” Cathie cried out.

“You like it,” I said again.

“Yes, I like it, I like it!” Cathie cried out. “All of them fucking me
in my ass. I like it, I like it!”

I think I let go first, but it was close. As my cock was gushing come
up her ass, suddenly her asshole clamped down hard on my cock, squeezing
it tighter and tighter. I experienced spasm after spasm during the time
her anal canal had an intense grip on my cock. Eventually Cathie relaxed
and my cock lay, erect, like a wooden pole buried deep in her bottom.

When I returned to my senses, after minutes that seemed like eons,
I heard Cathie say, “Leave it up there, Goss. We’ll watch Jay Leno,
then I’ll tell you another fantasy, a better one.”

This morning is no exception. You’re still asleep, so you don’t really notice
the heat between us, and you certainly don’t notice my insistent cock, pushing
between the flesh of your thighs. As I grow more awake, I notice the distinctly
pleasurable sensation of being trapped between your thighs, and with a tiny
discrete movement, I’m pressed right up against the warm furry patch between
your legs.

Not wanting you to awake too soon, I very slowly begin to move my hips against
you, rubbing against your warm body. The top of my cock rubs against the
sensitive outer lips of your pussy, making you breathe a little harder, but
not awaken. As my movements become a little faster, the moisture from between
your honeyed lips begins to lubricate my passage. I move my hand around you,
from where it had been holding you close to me, and reaches down to stroke your
clit, and play with the tender flesh at the top of your pussy.

With this more direct attention, you seem to wake. A full fledged moan escapes
your lips and your hips begin to grind against me with a conscious effort. I
recognise this sort of sleep-sex. You never wake up that easily. I grin as
I fondle you and slide myself against you. Wanting to take you further, I pull
gently away from you and ease you onto your stomach, spreading your legs.

Your bare pussy now exposed to my attentions from behind, I let my finger tips
dance lightly against you, eliciting another moan. Tips of fingers gently
push inside of you, wetting themselves. Lubed up nicely, I push them into you,
a few millimeters deeper with each pistonlike stroke. Gentle and slow. Soon
I’ve got my middle finger buried to my palm, and I desperately want for you to
get going. My motions become faster, and at one point, I stop to insert another
finger into you.

Soon, I’m levering my arm back and forth, plunging my fingers deeper and deeper
into you, and now, for sure, you’re awake. I know this because you’re clawing
the sheets, slamming your cunt back against me with every stroke, and biting
the pillow to keep from screaming aloud and waking the neighbors. I
intersperse my thrusts with brief slowdowns and alternate between slamming
into your pussy and twisting my fingers in half circles. I then begin to feel
the tightening of the muscles in your tight tunnel. I redouble my efforts at
pushing my fingers all the way inside of you, and you finally let go and
scream in ecstasy.

I awake with the sounds of your screams still echoing in my mind. I open my
eyes to find myself on my back with you between my legs. You’re looking up
at me, your eyes fairly glowing with triumph. Dribbles of my cum are rolling
down your chin, and your lips are curled in a most satisfied grin. It seems
that you finally got your wish. For once, you woke up before I did, and got
to wake me up your way.

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I hear a knock on my office door. As I open the door I am
greeted by the sight of two sensuous students, Tina and
Linda. Tina is a brunette with large, dark, inviting eyes.
She has a slender figure, with small, firm breasts, a tiny
waist, and a nicely rounded ass. Linda is a voluptuous
blond. She has a beautiful face, framed by long blond hair.
Her figure flows from her abundant mammaries, to a slender
waist and then expands into her full, round ass. Both these
freshman nursing students really fill out their student
nurse uniforms. They both are freshman nursing students in
my anatomy class. Unfortunately, neither of them are doing
well in the class. I do welcome their presence in lecture,
because they wear short skirts to class. Since the lectures
are given in a large ampitheater and these two do not keep
their legs together, I have a very nice view of their crotch
all during class. I often have thought about screwing these
two, but no opportunity has presented itself. That is until
now.

“Hello Tina and Linda, What can I do for you?”

“Professor, we know that we are failing anatomy. We want to
know if there is anything we can do to improve our grade in
your course. Perhaps you could give us some special
tutoring.”

“Well Tina, I think that special tutoring sessions can be
arranged. After all, its still early in the semester
so you both still have time to raise your grade. Both
of you come into my office and sit down.”

As I begin my tutoring session, I explain to the girls that
they must come in twice a week for the remainder of the
semester to pass the course. They quickly agree. I ask
them some questions to break the ice:

“Tell me girls, how old are you?”

Tina replies “I’m 18.”

“Me too.” adds Linda

“Have either of you spent much time away from home before
coming to college?”

“No” and “No” are their replies.

“I realize that it is difficult being away from home for the
first time. Tell me, are you comfortable discussing the
human body?”

“What do you mean?” asks Linda

“Are you embarrassed by talking about the human body?”

“No”

“Are you embarrassed by looking at the human body?”

“Sometimes.” answers Linda

“Never” replies Tina.

“Are you comfortable with your own bodies?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” answers Linda.

“Linda, have you looked at your own body in the mirror?”

“Well, yes, everybody does that.”

“How about you Tina?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Pete finally pulled out of me, and I felt like I’d been fucked by a
horse! Jill moved down and licked my pussy from behind. I was beyond
orgasming just then, but it felt good. Jill told me that my pussy
stayed wide open for a few minutes and she stuck her tongue in my gaping
cunt hole. Chris wasn’t finished, and she started sucking Pete’s huge
cock. I just watched for a while, too exhausted to move, and Jill’s
tongue felt sooooo good! Pete was only half hard, but he was still
huge. About 9 inches I’d guess. I watched Chris suck most of him down,
choking slightly. Jill sat up and rolled me over, kissing me and
letting me suck her tongue like Chris had done mine. I love Jill, and I
realized it then, and I wanted to leave with her just so we could hold
each other and kiss all night. Chris started sucking Jeff, and Pete was
fucking her. I wondered where these guys got their stamina. Jill laid
me in her lap and caressed my tits while we watched. Chris was kneeling
with Pete behind her and she sucked Jeff’s cock all the way down. Both
the guys were getting into it when Chris changed the game. “Fuck my ass
with it! Shove it up my ass!” She moaned to Pete. “Are you sure?”
Pete said. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “FUCK MY ASSHOLE YOU PRICK!
CUM IN MY ASS!” Pete slowly slid that huge cock in her ass. Jill and I
moved over to get closer.

Neither of us believed what we saw. Oh, sure, Jill and I had both had
our boyfriend do that, but never with such a huge cock! Chris grunted
as though she were passing a big bowel movement, and then Pete’s cock
slid up her ass. I put my hand on her stomach and I could feel her
getting filled. Jill had one hand on her pussy while she watched, and
my own asshole itched with at the idea of his huge cock there. Pete
moved in and out slowly, holding several fingers around the base so he
wouldn’t hurt her. Chris started moving her ass faster and faster, and
Pete just stayed still, letting her fuck his cock. I was still fucked
out, but my pussy was so wet watching, I started fingering my own pussy.
Jill laid down and started sucking Chris’s tits and I sat on Jill’s
tits, rubbing my wetness over her big tits. I was watching Pete’s cock
slide in and out of Chris’s ass in amazement. Jeff groaned and I could
see Chris jerking his shaft up and down into her mouth. She sat up
suddenly and kissed me, Jeff’s sperm flooding my mouth as a surprise.
Her breath was ragged in my mouth, her ass full of Pete’s pumping cock,
and a lot of Jeff’s sperm ran down our faces and onto my tits. Chris
moaned into my mouth and shuddered. She was coming and I knew why.
Jill’s fingers were rubbing her cunt. Jill grabbed the sofa and moaned,
her hips were shaking, and she put her face down on Jeff’s still stiff
cock. Pete pulled out of Chris’s ass quickly, making her cry out. He
stepped over Chris’s back, straddling her and jerking his cock. I was
wondering what he was doing, and slid back, letting Jill begin to sit
up. Pete turned towards me and shot a thick stream of his cum against
my tits. Then another. What didn’t land on me, dripped onto Jill below
me, or Chris’s back. Pete spermed again, and hit my mouth and cheeks.
It felt good, and when he stopped, I looked down at Jill. She had some
on her cheek, but most of it had landed on her big beautiful tits. We
licked each other off, and Jeff, Pete and Chris all watched.

Finally, laying in Jill’s arms, I looked over and saw that the three of
them were cozied up together too. My ass was up in the air and Jeff
came over to me stroking his still hard cum slick cock. I knew I wanted
him to fuck me again and started to wiggle my ass towards him. Jeff
spread my legs and pressed his hot cock up my cunt banging me with hard
fast strokes. I began to get off again and Chris crawled over to me and
got up under my legs and began to suck and lick my clit while Jeff
pounded his hot shaft up my quivering pussy. I began to climax again
and Chris made Jeff pull out before he shot his load. Spreading my ass
cheeks Chris put Jeff’s throbbing cock against my asshole and told him
to fuck my anus. I had been fucked up the ass before but the feeling I
got when Jeff pressed his hot stiff meat up my asshole was too much to
be believed between his hot cock rammed up my asshole and Chris with her
hot tongue on my clit and her fingers up my pussy I thought I would die
from the pleasure. Jeff reamed my asshole with hard pounding strokes
until I was continually in an orgasmic trance and finally filled my butt
with his thick creamy sperm as I flooded Chris’s mouth with my hot pussy
juice.

That night was the hottest sex I’ve ever had with more than one person.
Jill and I saw Chris several times after that, but now that I’m going to
USC now, we share an apartment off-campus so we can sleep with each
other all the time. We’ve both shared a guy or two, but we have the
most fun with each other or just our respective boyfriends. Somewhere
in the back of my mind, I always knew that one day Jill and I would kiss
passionately. Several times come to mind during our high school days
when I thought about doing i, but thought it would offend her. She says
the same thing. I dearly love Jill, and she loves me too. We both
still like guys, but there are times when all we want to do is hold each
other and kiss and touch, without a big rush. The guys we’ve shared
have told us that we’re two hot girls, especially when we suck their
come from each other’s pussies. I love doing that, because I know it
gives Jill lots of pleasure and she comes so much. Now I have to go.
Jill and I are going to bed, and recounting this has made me hot and
wet. For you gals out there just thinking about it, don’t be rushed.
If the girl you like touches you a lot and makes lots of very direct eye
contact, just brush her breast a little. If her eyes dilate and her
nipple gets hard, let it come naturally. That’s the best way. For you
guys, if you’re lucky enough to know a bisexual girl, let her have some
room. There are times when a woman can make you appreciate a man even
more.

Shauna



Jill and I were best friends all through high school, always together
and looking for good times. This either meant finding boys, or parties
or raising some sort of hell. Sometimes we’d drive around, looking for
a couple of guys in a car to flirt with, then lose them if we wanted to
“teach ‘em a lesson”.

Jill is beautiful without any question. She’s five foot six, with a
pair of very nice, long legs, blonde hair that falls halfway down her
back, blue eyes, and she’s very shapely…how does 38D-24-35 sound?
Dreamy isn’t it? Jill usually gets all the guy’s eyes when she walks
into a room, and her love of wearing tight sweaters doesn’t help. I’m
not so lucky. I’m only five three, with red hair, gray eyes (which is
unusual for a redhead I’m told), 108 pounds, and a modest 34C-23-35
figure. Along with the orange hair, I’ve got a typical redhead’s
peaches-and-cream complexion, with freckles here and there. Jill and I
have been friends forever it seems, and this last year was the first
year we spent apart, her going to USC and me going to CAL-Berkeley. We
both went home for the summer, and quickly caught up on the juicy
details of each other’s lives. So the first thing to do was to call up
some guys and get dates right? Wrong! Almost every guy we knew was
“hooked” by some gal, here or at school. So Jill and I fell back on
each other, and went to a movie together.

After the movie, we stopped at Marie Calendar’s pie shop, talking about
our interests (in guys at our schools), and Jill told me about something
she did that got me really excited. Jill had worked out late one day,
and she finished showering in the girl’s locker room and was just about
to leave the school. She saw a few guys on the football team working
out on the field and she watched them for a few minutes. Neither of us
knows who to thank for those spandex uniform pants, but they don’t hide
much! Jill cautiously crept into the men’s locker room, hiding in a
utility closet and peering out the slotted vents. Sure enough, these
guys come in, and start stripping down to shower, with Jill watching!
The closet was near the showers, and, according to Jill, she could see
both the lockers and the showers easily. One of the guys, came out of
the shower and stood there, toweling off in front of Jill’s closet door!
Jill said she was practically drooling, because this guy’s dick was
about six inches long, and it wasn’t even hard! All those flat stomachs
and tight asses had Jill all excited, and when the guys left, she crept
out of the locker room. I told her I didn’t believe it, and when we got
back to her house, she showed me a jock-strap she’d taken from one of
the lockers that had been unlocked! Like I said; Jill and I can really
get into trouble.

It was about a week later, when we went to a local bar, using fake IDs,
that we started our really nasty summer adventures. We let two guys hit
on us, and we were dancing and getting a bit drunk. Finally, we went
outside to their car, and necked for a few minutes. Both these guys
proved that they were jerks when they figured we were drunk enough to
let them do anything. The guy I was with put his hand under my top and
was squeezing my tits, and of course I was rubbing his dick through his
pants, feeling it grow. Jill was in the front seat, and I could hear
her moan but I couldn’t see what was going on. The guy with me tried to
unbutton my pants, but I stopped him, not wanting to get out of control
in the car. Jill and I finally said we had to go to the restroom, and
that they should both be stripped and ready for action when we got back.
Of course we went around to the front and got into my car and drove off,
both of us laughing at the thought of those two “studs” sitting naked in
the car, waiting for us.

The night was still young, and we were both a bit tipsy, so we drove
over to the beach. It was dark and quiet, and we let the fresh air
clear our heads as much as possible. Just as we rounded a small rock
outcropping, we heard someone moaning. We stopped and listened, and
peering through the gloom, we could see a couple fucking on the beach.
Jill and I watched, making some very scandalous and critical remarks
about the whole thing. They both came, the guy just before the girl,
and by the time they finished and started dressing, Jill and I were
sopping wet. We turned around and started back up the beach, when we
saw a guy walking towards us. It was pretty dark, and when he was about
ten feet or so away, he said “hello”. His voice was so sexy, that I
stopped and we both started talking to him. He said his name was Jeff,
and he asked us if we’d like to walk down the beach with him. Jill and
I really didn’t want to walk with him, and he smiled and said that he
understood (too many crazies around). So we talked for a bit, and Jill
…End of the part1. To be continued..

If you’re too young to vote, go away. Otherwise, stick around
and enjoy yourself. For better or worse, the work is mine, so
please don’t snitch it. Comments are grovelled for. This WAS
going to be my secret santa story…but well, you’ll see why I
changed my mind.

She was too old to believe in Santa Claus.

At least that is what she kept telling herself. Ever feel like
you wish you could just step off the merry go around? The view
is always the same, some horse’s ass in front of you. Nothing
changes.

But then she found out she wasn’t on the Merry-go-round at all.
It was the rollercoaster; and at the moment, she was staring
down the track of a 300 foot drop.

He didn’t leave her much, not that it mattered since it all fit
in the 2 bedroom apartment. Some furniture and Michael. She
smiled. He was precocious for a 6 year old. It was probably the
last year he would believe in Santa, and she found that it made
her sad, sadder in fact than his father leaving them.

She looked at him, sleeping in Sean’s old recliner, curled up
in his Bob the Builder pajamas. He had an old baby blanket
wrapped around his legs, his mischievous eyes hidden behind
drooping eyelids.

“Will Santa bring Daddy’s presents?” he murmured sleepily.

She mentally sighed, cursing the circumstances that made him
need to ask.

“Of course, sweetheart. Santa knows Daddy is far away.”

The milk and cookies were placed strategically next to the
stocking hung on the fake mantel.

She turned off all the lights but the Christmas tree, and sat
on the couch. She missed him. Sean would have loved to help him
put out the reindeer food, as he had done since Michael was two,
when he promised to help him feed the reindeer. Sean always kept
his promises.

She pulled up the afghan around her legs and felt the tension
sing through her system.
I’m doing the best I can without you, Sean. She sniffled, and
finally gave in to a bout of self pity.
**************
She felt warm. Safe. Secure. She didn’t want to wake up, she
knew it had to be a dream. The last months had punctured any
feeling of security she had had. She felt the hand brush the
hair off her cheek, slide down her shoulder, her arm, her hip
and back up. A warm touch slipped inside the gap of her flannel
nightgown. Rough fingers caressed her breast and she turned into
touch, not wanting it to end. The hand moved, from one breast to
the other, as she felt the second hand tracing lines up her
thighs to her quickly moistening center.

“Sean,” she cried quietly when the fingers stoked her core.
Her body trembled with need, and a desire so strong, she thought
she was going insane imagining her husband was there.

It was then she awoke and opened her eyes. The hand on her
breast left and clasped over her mouth.

“Shhhh. You don’t want to wake Michael.” He smiled down at her.
Her eyes widened and she nodded. He removed his hand, only to
replace it with his lips.

He kissed her hungrily, desperately and she returned the
feelings. Her hands peeled off his tan camouflage shirt quickly.

“I hope you brought his Christmas gift. He thinks Santa is
going to drop it off for you.” She whispered cheekily, before
attacking the belt of his pants. “I don’t care how you are here.
I don’t even care if you’re a figment of my imagination anymore.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Work in Progress

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

She was a Dutch girl from Utrecht, and she took her job pretty seriously. But every now and then she clicked over to a Dutch women’s forum to read up on other women and their bumps. Most of the topics were standard – about hormones and the nesting instinct – but one caught her eye.

‘Does your pregnancy make you insatiable?’it read in Dutch. She went on to explore the list and read the testimonies of many different Dutch women who found themselves not only with morning sickness in the first trimester, but craving physical attention from their husbands.

Though she would blush to admit it to anyone in the office, these women were right. She had never felt (or it seemed looked) as sexy as she did when she was pregnant.

Her ash brown hair looked alive. The early wrinkles under her eyes seemed to heal up.

It must be a girl she thought – for all of these female hormones to be exploding all over her body.

‘Oh my God – it’s so sexy’ she thought. She thought of her husband Max fucking her the way he did. He was a really good lay – and he had a nice sized dick. Just the thoughts of sizing up her husbands elephant trunk exciting her and she thought she really just had to go pee to cool herself off, and let some of that hot piss satisfy her for now.

She got up from the desk and started to walk towards the door when Robert came in.

Robert was about 7 years younger than she was, she reckoned, and he was the cutest boy at work – the one that was a little shy, but with a sweet side. The one, who if stuck on a desert island with, she would have no problem using to continue the human species.

‘Good morning, Robert,’she said in her soft Germanic accent. ‘Good morning, Greta’he replied. There was something so comforting in his body – she thought. Whenever she had to get close to him in the office it was as if every muscle relaxed. Sex signals, she thought. Radar. She was no twit. Buts she had a date to go the restroom and to ease her itch.

In the restroom she guided herself towards the last stall and sat down. There was a newspaper on the floor and she began to read on about those funny Americans Jessica Simpson and Angelina Jolie – as her naked finger snaked its way up and down her ravine.

She looked down and she liked what she saw. She loved her vagina – and she loved it more now that she was pregnant. She loved tracing a signature over her pink lips and relished pushing her clit ever so slightly. She began to work her slender fingers and developed a sort of groove or rhythm as she read on about the news. She knew she really shouldn’t get off in the ladies toilet, but her finger kept its rhythm and so she began to squeeze her leg muscles and rub her flesh.

She began to think about Max and his big muscle and how it filled her box up. She really enjoyed the late night fuckings they had had. But she knew that not just Max could get her off in a quick way so she would have to go a little dirty. As she toyed with her wet flesh she began to envision another man – a bit silent, a bit dark, but handsome and warm – with a long body, and a long penis.

As he guided her to the bed in her fantasy she opened herself to him and let him have his way with her. She enthusiastically sucked him and let him have her ass and her face and finally her pussy – yes her pussy, where he would shoot his thick hot load. Mmm. The pleasure.

She continued to itch at herself – building a rhythm and embracing the strong man of her fantasy who took her ass, who took her everything, who used her like a rubber and threw her away.

Christ he was big. He stretched her with that big cock… GASP. When you withhold a loud orgasm the one that comes is a bit different and Greta essentially felt her body implode. It was like that idea of seeing stars. She felt a bit delirious and her body began to chill and convulse. Cold sweat built up on the back of her neck. She was light headed but then reclaimed her sense of place

‘Ah,’ She thought. ‘Now that is what English-speakers call ‘the big O.”

After she had calmed her pink pussy lips in the ladies, Greta returned to clarity. She remembered that Max was having a show that Thursday night in a comedy production in North Beach.

She had promised him to get as many of her coworkers to come, and so she dutifully announced to her coworkers when she got back from the ladies that they should all come and spend $5 to see Max and his colleagues perform at the church.

‘I’m going, Robert’ said matter of factly. ‘My girlfriend’s sister is in that show.’

Robert looked cute, Greta thought in a relaxed way. Maybe he was her mystery date in the ladies. ‘Oh,’ Greta smiled from behind her work station. ‘See you there.’

BARE AS A BODKIN

City Thursdays in Spring sometimes were wet and moist, sometimes were cold and windy, but on special occasions were humid and warm a prelude to summer.

Bars filled up after work, and all the good looking city people got together to drink beer, shoot pool, and engage in ancient courting rituals.

While Katrina and Robert needed neither spirits nor atmosphere to get their grooves on, they decided to have a few beers before catching her sister Lila in the show at St. Agnes.

The performance was called “Bare as a Bodkin” and it was some sort of raunchy take on Shakespeare. As they walked to the theater the two began to hold hands.

‘You know some people from work might be here tonight,’ Robert said trying to make small talk.

‘Oh yeah, who?’ asked Katrina. ‘Well, I know that Greta’s husband Max is performing, so I guess we’ll see Greta.’

‘Oh’ said Katrina. ‘That’s cool.’

Robert could tell that Katrina was a bit jealous. The truth was she knew that he probably liked her – she knew her boyfriend’s postures, his language, the way he said a woman’s name. Sensing his girlfriend’s apprehension he decided to proclaim her lack of accessibility to him.

‘Yeah, she’s expecting,’ he said.

‘Oh yeah?’ Katrina said, returning from her analytical detachment. ‘How far a long is she?’

‘Three months, ‘Robert answered.

When they got to St. Agnes they saw that it was going to be a big show. The line was out the church’s basement door and all sorts of hipster kids were outside smoking and joking.

Katrina and Robert waited in line, and slowly worked their way to the table where two young women, dressed as nymphs out of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, took their $10 and stamped their hands. They then proceeded into the main chamber, which was entirely black and surrounded by bleachers. Katrina and Robert worked their way up to the top of one side and got a good seat.

Robert strained to recognize any of the guys from work, but couldn’t see anybody. Then out of the corner of his eye he spied her shape across the stage and at the front row. She was dressed in a dark velvety dress and had on black heels. She looked SEXY.

The bleachers began to fill up until the whole room was heavy with breathing and anticipation – when one of the nymphs came on stage and launched into a very risque sonnet. The audience laughed, but Robert was preoccupied with the mass across from him. He thought about her bump and he felt a noticeable twang in his penis.

There were several men on stage, but Robert couldn’t tell which one was Max. He assumed he was the bigger guy – but who knew. All he knew is that he just wanted to keep sneaking glances at his coworker Greta, and he did until she got up about half an hour into the show – just about the same time he felt a pressure on his bladder from the beer he had had earlier.

He asked one of the non-acting nymphs to point him towards the restrooms and she instructed him to go through a series of doors towards the back of the church, behind the kitchen. He almost got lost, but finally wound his way through the maze to the men’s restroom where he let go of his huge burden. He cleaned himself off and buttoned up and turned around to leave, all the time thinking of Greta and her legs and her bump, and her smile. He ‘must have a crush’he thought, hoping that if he classified his emotions they would go away.

But then he saw her coming the opposite direction. In her gorgeous medieval outfit. Their eyes met and he felt like he had been shot with 120 volts of energy.

‘Hi Greta.’

‘Oh – it’s so good you came,’ she said. She seemed cheerful and less industrious than her normal workself. They exchanged a bit of awkward body language but then Robert blurted out ‘You look really nice tonight.’

‘Thank you, so do you’ she said. This was terrible he thought. He had to do something. He had to say something, and the alcohol in his system just let his true thoughts slip out without warning.

‘I think you look really nice – especially because you are pregnant,’ he said.

‘Oh you are not the only one who has noticed,’ Greta replied with a grin. ‘I have noticed too. I think I am having a girl because of all this estrogen in my body. ‘She reached down and touched her bump and moved closer to him.

‘Here, feel,’ she said. ‘Feel my bump.’ She pulled her nervous hand closer and put it on her belly.

The bump felt somewhere between soft and hard. He was nervous to touch it too heavily, but felt calmed by the bump. She looked up at him, a kind of deep glare in her eyes and breathed heavily. ‘You know Robert,’ she said with a hysterical tinge to her voice.

‘I really want to kiss you. Will you kiss me?’

he leaned forward and kissed her forehead and then her nose, and then…my God…her mouth. ‘I just feel so sexy since I have been pregnant,’ Greta said sensitively, wrapping her arms around his tree trunk of a waist. ‘I just feel so aroused all the time.’

They began to kiss and Robert felt like a 14 year old in the middle of his first time. The air seemed so cold and he felt afraid because he was kissing another man’s wife, and afraid because she was pregnant, but overwhelmed by whatever pheromones escaped from her body and deeply in love with her scent, a scent he had breathed so deeply.

‘Please come with me’ she said, leading him down a hall way through a door to a dark room. She flicked on a switch and there hung many robes worn by priests and lay people.

‘Here’ she said, ‘help me take this thing off.’ Robert helped her lift the skirt off her trim body revealing nothing underneath but her angelic form – her tiny, yet swollen breasts, like a 15 year-old’s, so soft they would fit perfect in his hand. And of course her tummy, which started at the base of her rib cage, and protruded out in a natural arc just like he had thought of – perfect, hot and growing.

‘Can I?,’Robert hesitated. ‘Can I kiss it?’ She planted hot kisses on his cheeks and guided his face down to her bump. He kneeled before her and began to plant little daisies of kisses along the lining of her skin, hiding them in her pelvic valleys, and stopping to feel her curly black pubic hair tickle his chin.

She looked so gorgeous in the cloakroom light and he felt a bit overwhelmed down on his knees. But he stood up and she began to unbutton his shirt and pants. They soon were both completely hot and naked and she decided to take advantage of the situation.

‘Robert – I want you to fuck me’she said. ‘I want you in every orifice of me’she said as she guided his cock towards her thigh. She then slowly kneeled down and began to plant kisses along his rod, looking up to savor the feeling of another man’s big dick in her palm. Robert, as she expected, was quite long and thick and engorged by the sight of her angelic body. She felt so hot as she let his big thickness come into her mouth. She toyed with his p-spot as he grabbed masses of her hair and stood at attention and continued to bob her head up and down on his big dick. He mumbled and a certain giddiness began to spur in his testes as the night air hit his shaft as she savored him. He thought about where he would fuck her, in her throat, in her puckered little ass, that tight little ass, and finally deep in her mystic oven, where the next generation was brewing.

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