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A Close Shave

or

How I came to love Shaved Pussy

[A true story by The Pussy Barber]

California has its fair share of cold, wet weather. Perhaps 
not as bad as some areas of the country, but then, you 
wouldn’t be riding a motorcycle in December if you lived in 
Minnesota either. It WAS cold, and wet, and raining like hell 
that dark December evening, and I WAS riding a motorcycle, a 
Honda CX500 to be exact, home from work. I was looking 
forward to getting home to the apartment I shared with Tanya, 
where she would be waiting for me with warm dry clothes.

Thursdays were the best. My four-day week ended, giving me 
three days to enjoy, and it meant that Tanya’s weekend 
started. I hated her graveyard shifts, but it did mean we 
relished the nights we actually slept together. As I finished 
chaining the little 500 to the carport’s support beam, I 
looked up to the third floor to see the warm inviting light 
coming from the apartment. Feeling a warm contentment, and 
thinking about cuddling by the fire with her tonight, I 
slogged into the building. In the stairwell I could feel cold 
dampness down my back and front, where the rain-suit leaked. 
My feet were cold and the socks were drenched. Yes, a fire 
was definitely going to feel good.

The door was unlocked and I eagerly entered the apartment. 
Tanya greeted me from the small kitchen where, I knew, she 
had heated some dry clothes in the oven (creative no?). She 
smiled and waited as I took off my rain jacket and then gave 
me a quick hug and kiss, not wanting to get too wet. Tension 
drained from me. Just looking at her made me feel warm and 
happy. As she opened the oven door to fetch a tray of warm 
clothes, she apologized to me by saying “I’m sorry sweetie, I 
didn’t get the laundry done today, so all I could warm up was 
your bathrobe and some clean underwear.”

I laughed, thinking that it would save us time later tonight, 
not having to get undressed. I would still have fun “peeling” 
her out of her jeans, and unlacing the lace-up top she was 
wearing.

Tanya continued “Karen and I went shopping today and stayed 
out too late to get any laundry done.”

Wearily I replied “That’s OK. I’m not going out in this again 
tonight.”

As I took the soft warm bathrobe from her, she seemed 
hesitant to speak, as though she had bad news.”

“What?” I asked.

“Karen’s still here.” She said quietly. With a nod, “In the 
living room.”

Tanya’s best friend was fun to be around, but she had this 
tendency to stay long into the evening, and I wanted to spend 
this one quietly, cuddled in front a fire, teasing, kissing 
and caressing Tanya. If Karen was here, there was doubt that 
we’d have that fire.

As I walked back to the bedroom, I stopped by the living room 
door to say hello to Karen who jokingly told me that I had to 
be dry before she’d give me a kiss. I thought about that kiss 
as I dried and dressed. Karen’s kisses were very nice. Her 
soft, full lips were warm and inviting. Each time we’d kissed 
before, her lips seemed to promise untold pleasures.

I wrapped the robe around me, its warmth bringing feeling 
back to my chilled skin. The underwear I dropped in the 
drawer after seeing that they were the ones that always 
seemed to fit poorly. The robe was long enough to wear 
modestly if I kept a mind of how I sat and the sash was 
tight. The dry socks warmed my feet as I returned to the 
living room.

The gals were talking about the latest movie “hunk”, and I 
turned the heat up to about eighty degrees, to keep me from 
chilling. Karen looked at me as I came out, and stood as I 
approached the sofa.

“Hi short sweet ‘n sexy!” She said, joking because she was 
almost six feet tall to my five eight. We kissed, briefly, as 
we always did, her lips soft, warm and inviting. As I turned 
towards the sofa and moved past her she playfully cupped one 
of the cheeks of my ass, making me jump with her unexpected 
touch. Everyone laughed, and Tanya poured some coffee for us 
all.

The next hour blurred as the girls mostly talked about 
watching “hunks” and clothes, and “weren’t-some-of-the-new-
fashions-terrible?” type talk. At some point, the discussion 
turned towards dating and sex. Karen can be quite—graphic—at 
times when discussing sex. I felt a familiar sensation begin 
deep down, and worried that the bathrobe alone would not 
prevent a new topic from entering the conversation.

Karen asked “Is it really warm in here?”

“I’m a bit warm too.” Tanya replied. “How high did you set 
the heat?”

I told them that I set it high, planning on cutting it back 
when the chill was chased away from me, but turn it down if 
you’re too hot. Karen stood up and grabbed the bottom of her 
sweater, cross armed.

“That’s OK.” She said. “I don’t need this heavy of a 
sweater.”

As she pulled it up over her head, the light blouse she was 
wearing rode up her lean tanned stomach, and over her full, 
braless, breasts. She quickly recovered as first Tanya, then 
I cheered her with catcalls and teases.

“Get your jollies?” She asked me.

“No,” I said, “Not a long enough look!”

Tanya made some comment about wishing her tits looked that 
good under a blouse without a bra. In truth, I thought her 
tits were terrific. They were full enough to need a C-cup 
bra, with dark nipples that peeked through if she wore light 
colored tops. Karen’s were larger, with large dark nipples 
but the effect blended too much with her naturally tan skin.

Somehow Tanya introduced the fact that I liked the way her 
tits and her nipples looked in a tank top, especially when 
her nips tried to peek through. She chided me, saying that 
“all men” liked tits larger than hers.

“Not true!” I said. “I like yours because they’re beautiful.”

Tanya asked if I’d put my money where my mouth was, betting 
her that I’d prefer her with bigger tits. I agreed, but 
qualified by saying that every woman wanted bigger tits, like 
most guys want longer cocks.

Tanya stood up and whispered something to Karen who giggled 
and nodded her head in agreement. Both girls walked over in 
front of the fireplace and stood facing me.

“OK smarty.” Tanya challenged. “Who’s tits do you like best?”

As soon as the challenge was issued, the girls pulled their 
tops over their heads, standing topless in front of me.

“Ummm, Ahhh, I, ummmm,” came my stammered reply. “I, err, 
still like yours better.”

I hoped my answer would satisfy her and change the subject, 
as my body was responding to the presence of these semi-naked 
women. I knew that this line of conversation would doubtless 
prove that a bathrobe alone is not the best thing to wear in 
the living room with guests.

Tanya gave me a look that said she thought I wasn’t being 
honest. Karen simply returned to the sofa and sat down, not 
bothering to put her top back on. Tanya came over and stood 
right in front of me, looking down, not saying a word. I 
looked up at her, topless, past her tits and saw a playful 
gleam in her eyes. My gaze shifted to her nipples, seeing 
that even in the warmth of the room that they were becoming 
erect. Several wordless seconds went by before she chuckled 
and said “OK, you’ve proved it.” She leaned down and patted 
my lap, where a distinct bulge had crept up in my robe, 
before she sat down on the floor across from Karen and me.

“Ah, aren’t you girls going to put your tops back on?” I 
asked nervously.

“It’s too warm.” Tanya replied gleefully. “Besides, you have 
something better to look at?” As she said that, both girls 
laughed.

Karen spoke up, and asked Tanya if she had ever shaved her 
pussy for a narrow cut swim suit. As they talked about 
shaving themselves for the newest swimsuit, I had to work 
multiplication figures in my head to keep what was going to 
be a tremendous erection from making an appearance. As my rod 
began to deflate, I heard Karen saying “... it feels good in 
bed and really turns guys on.”

Tanya looked at me, and I said I had been “distracted” by 
other thoughts, and what were they talking about anyway? 
Tanya and Karen giggled. I looked at Tanya, searching for an 
explanation. Karen “explained” in the best manner she could. 
Standing, she quickly unfastened her corduroy pants, dropping 
them to the floor. Stepping out of them easily, I gazed 
longingly at her long tanned legs and thighs. She was naked 
before me, uninhibited, and smiling. Pointing to her bush, 
she said “This is what we were talking about!”

Tanya saw that I didn’t understand, so she had Karen sit down 
and spread her legs open, to show me that Karen had shaved 
the tender areas between her thighs. I stared, not believing 
the brashness of these women I thought I knew well. Karen’s 
pussy was shaved so completely that not one hair remained 
between her thighs. Her pubic bush was nicely trimmed, but it 
ended just above the beginning of her slit. Someone said 
something, but I was staring at Karen’s pussy lips, seeing a 
hint of a moist sheen.

“I SAID, would you like me to do that?” Tanya repeated her 
previous query.

I looked up at her, and said that I’d definitely like her to 
do that, if only I got to shave her! Ever since we started 
living together, I’d been trimming her golden bush, which 
usually got her excited. A game we played, where she would be 
naked, with me dressed to accentuate her nudity, while I 
trimmed her bush to perfection.

Karen stood, and, giggling, led us to the bathroom where 
Tanya quickly got out of the rest of her clothes. As she sat 
on the edge of the tub, I watched Karen lather Tanya’s pussy 
from my shaving mug and brush. I placed a fresh blade in the 
razor as Karen finished. Looking at Tanya, I could see a 
freckling blush between her breasts, and she looked down, 
noticing that my robe had parted in a strategic place. My 
cock, quite successfully, was straining to part the robe’s 
overlap.

As I moved towards Tanya, Karen noticing my arousal, pulled 
the sash of my robe, and quickly pulled the robe from me. Now 
the three of us were naked in the bathroom, Tanya’s pussy 
lathered up and ready. As I knelt Karen assisted me with my 
delicate task, offering advice, and helping keep the 
sensitive skin taut. As we finished, without a single 
accident, Tanya’s breathing was heavy, and the flush between 
her breasts was now turning to a noticeable pink. We rinsed 
the soap from her pussy with warm water, and both ran our 
hands over her lips, looking for any stubble we might have 
missed. I could feel the moistness on her now naked labia as 
I stroked her pussy. Her hips moved reflexively as we 
caressed her. Her mouth open, she was breathing heavily, 
trying to look at her freshly shaven area. Karen touched her 
clit lightly and Tanya jumped as if a tiny electric jolt had 
hit her. Handing her a mirror, she examined herself. Amazed 
at her smoothness, she ran her hand down, exploring, 
touching, and arousing herself.

“You’ll find you’re much more sensitive.” Karen remarked 
casually.

“I know!” Tanya answered. “I almost came when you touched my 
clit.”

Karen picked up the shaving mug, and whipped a lather up, 
spreading it on her bush. Tanya stood up, as Karen sat down 
in front of me, spreading her legs as she said “Since you’re 
there, why don’t you shave me all the way?”

Incredulous, I looked into her passionate brown eyes, and saw 
that she was serious. Tanya urged me on, and the first stroke 
of the blade removed a sizable patch of Karen’s light brown 
hair. She leaned back, supporting herself on the far edge of 
the tub, as I shaved the rest of her mound clean, Tanya, this 
time, helping to keep her skin taut. As I finished, I saw 
that Karen’s pussy had become, not damp, but very wet, from 
our touches. Then I rinsed Karen’s pussy, Tanya poured some 
baby oil into her hands, and began to rub it over the freshly 
saved mound of her friend. I sat back and watched as her 
hands rubbed not only the freshly shaved area, but between 
the tanned thighs. Karen’s face told me how good this felt, 
so I followed suit on Tanya by oiling her freshly shaven 
pussy.

When Karen stood, Tanya sat down, pleading for us to shave 
her pussy bare. We obliged, and soon her soft golden triangle 
was a memory, as we rubbed more oil into her skin. Her pussy 
was fully wet, not only with oil, but her own juices. I told 
both girls to walk around the house, and show off their naked 
pussies. Giggling, they fairly skipped into the living room, 
and put on a show for me, Karen eyeing my rigid pole. Tanya 
delighted in comming up close to show me her shaved cunt, 
pulling away as I leaned over to kiss it. Karen was spreading 
her lips, showing me how wet she’d become when Tanya 
disappeared down the hall. When she came back, Karen was 
sitting on the floor, legs spread, showing me how slick and 
wet her pussy was, spreading a sheen of wetness over the area 
her bush once covered.

Tanya sat next to me, laughing at Karen’s bold display.

“Let me trim your furry cock and balls” She said, displaying 
a pair of blunt nosed scissors.

I leaned back as she placed a towel under me, and watched in 
fascination as she began to trim the hair around my cock. 
Karen sat up and leaned on my left thigh, watching too. My 
cock was aching to be touched, and as Tanya moved it to my 
left, out of her way, she pointed it right at Karen. Karen 
seemed to draw me into her mouth without moving, and I 
delighted in the soft warm wetness of her mouth. Tanya 
started clipping around my cock, using a comb to keep from 
trimming me bare, not minding that her girlfriend was now 
sucking my cock. As she finished one side, she handed the 
scissors to Karen and took over for her. Tanya licked and 
sucked my shaft as Karen repeated the clipping. Shortly, my 
curly hair had the appearance of a developing teenager, parse 
and somewhat shorter than normal. I heard a spray can’s hiss 
and suddenly a cool foam was placed on my balls, being rubbed 
around between my thighs. The fragrance was not really 
pleasant, but the girls had me so aroused I didn’t care that 
the depilatory was applied without warning.

We showered together, soaping each other’s newly hairless 
areas and then drying each other off. As the girls came out 
of the bathroom, I waited on my knees, kissing each bare 
pussy in turn, using my tongue to probe around their very 
accessible clits. We all went into the living room, sitting 
on the sofa again, grinning and giggling excitedly.

Tanya couldn’t keep her hands off my smooth, hairless balls, 
and kept rubbing and tonguing them until they were shining 
with her saliva. I watched Karen, rubbing her pussy, getting 
herself even hotter as she watched us. I had Karen sit on the 
corner of the sofa behind me, as I slid down and turned my 
head up to tongue her glistening lips. I felt an engulfing 
warmth over my cock as Tanya took it deep into her mouth. Her 
hands still touching and caressing my smooth balls. I 
caressed Karen’s smooth tanned thighs as I tried to bury my 
tongue inside her, lapping the deliciously thick creame from 
her. She felt slick and wet, my tongue gliding over her 
sensitive pussy. Tanya interrupted, demanding her turn with 
my tongue, and the girls switched positions. Before Tanya was 
settled, Karen wrapped her lips around my cock and slowly 
took all of my seven inches into her mouth and throat, her 
nose tickling what sparse hairs were left just above the root 
of my shaft. I let out a long moan, feeling my cockhead on 
the back of her throat. My moan caused Tanya to look at 
Karen.

“Can you show ME how to do that?” She asked like a small 
child wanting to see how a magic trick is done.

Karen slowly lifted her head, taking her time and pressing 
her lips down against my swollen purple shaft. Halfway up, 
she murmured “Um-Hmmm”, then slid down to the root of my cock 
in one swift move. I threw back my head and grabbed Tanya’s 
thighs, dragging her visibly moist slit to my mouth. Roughly, 
my tongue found her hole and plunged inside, tasting her, 
trying to probe her depths. Karen was slowly working my cock 
as I furiously tongued my girlfriend’s bare pussy. I ran my 
tongue down her slit, teasing around her rear, then back up 
her moist lips, flicking my tongue back and forth.

Karen, let go of my straining rod, and spread her legs wide 
as she then lowered herself onto me. The surprise, and 
feeling of her wet womanhood engulfing my cock drove me to 
new heights of passion and carnility. I realized I wanted 
them both, to bury my tongue, my finger, and my cock in every 
place I could. I wanted to cum with them all night, over and 
over, flooding them with my juices as they were doing to me. 
My hips rose to meet Karen’s ass as it drove down on my cock. 
Her flesh rippled as we slammed together. Her movements 
quickly became a rapid series of short jumps, each time 
letting her body slam back down against my hips. I was tongue 
was flicking over Tanya’s clit ferociously, my chin wet with 
her, her breathing loud.

I suggested we move, and Tanya quickly laid down on the sofa, 
as Karen sat on the arm above her head. I plunged into Tanya, 
her cunt so wet I met no resistance. Leaning forward, I 
tongued Karen’s sopping slit, lapping up the pearls running 
out the bottom. I continued to fuck Tanya, feeling a welling 
up in my balls. My thrusts coming long and deep, my cock 
swelling inside her. Just as I was about to burst, she 
reached down, pulling my cock from her wet tunnel, and 
squeezed it hard at the base, cutting of my orgasm.

“Not yet.” She panted. “Don’t cum yet.”

I didn’t care. I wanted them. I wanted to feel this craving 
lust all night. So, apparently, did they. As we got off the 
sofa, Tanya led the way into the bedroom. The steamy heat 
from our earlier shower still hung in the air. We stopped 
along side the bed and kissed. First Tanya kissed me, then I 
kissed Karen. These were deep, lustful, carnal kisses, with 
our bodies pressed tightly together. There was the briefest 
of pauses, then Tanya turned and kissed Karen. The same kiss 
she’d given me. Lustful and deep. I watched, my cock rigid as 
steel as I watched “my” Tanya kissing another woman. Smaller 
and lighter than Karen, she seemed to melt against her flesh. 
Her legs came up and wrapped themselves around the taller 
girls waist and legs, her hips thrusting forward to rub her 
clit against Karen’s stomach.

I felt something wet run down my back. As the two girls 
parted, I could see a sheen of perspiration on their arms, 
their backs, and beads running down their breasts and 
stomachs where skin met skin. I leaned forward and licked 
some of the wetness off from the groove in Karen’s stomach, 
followed by a small salty bead running down Tanya’s right 
breast, hanging stubbornly against the side of her nipple.

As we climbed into bed, I heard Tanya whisper to Karen, “I 
want to TASTE you!” and Karen’s reply of “Oh, yes! I’ve 
wanted you for so, so long!”. I sat back and watched as they 
lay together, caressing at first, kissing each other lightly 
on the lips. To my surprise, it was Tanya who made the first 
aggressive move. She lowered her head and took a nipple into 
her mouth, while her hand moved down Karen’s belly and parted 
her thighs. She sucked that large nipple hungrily, teasing it 
inside her mouth with her tongue. Her hand slid into Karen’s 
wet and waiting pussy, moving slowly in and out. Karen’s back 
arched as she responded to Tanya. I could see Tanya press her 
tits tightly against the girl’s arm and side. Tanya withdrew 
her fingers and sat up on her knees, her body covered with a 
wet shine, and brought her hand to her lips. She looked Karen 
right in the eyes as she licked the her cream from her 
fingers like a rich sauce. She looked at me and smiled as her 
hand again dove into Karen’s pussy, turning her hand and 
pressing up against the girl’s downward thrusts. The lights 
were on only in the bathroom, throwing a faint light in the 
bedroom. Sitting on her knees, with the light reflecting off 
the light sheets, I could see the shadow of Tanya’s pussy-
lips, distended and spread wide between her spread thighs. As 
she moved slightly I could see the top of her shaved slit, 
exciting me even more. She again withdrew her hand, bringing 
it to her lips, but this time she stared me in the eyes and 
smiled as she licked cream from her fingers. She saw my lust, 
and then lowered her hand, rubbing the gooey cream against 
her nipple.

Karen reach up, grabbing Tanya by the shoulders, pulled her 
quickly down to her mouth and kissed her long and hard, 
pinching her creamed nippled and squeezing that tit. Tanya 
lowered her hips to the bed, rubbing her bare pussy against 
the sheets.

“Now you’re going to see what it’s really like to be eaten.” 
Karen breathed in a deep husky voice. “I want to make you 
cum, and cum, and cum!”

She rolled Tanya over on her back and quickly knelt along 
side of her, burying her face in Tanya’s shaven muff. Tanya 
gasped as she felt the hot breath and tongue explore her 
pussy. She lay still for a few moments, as she smiled and 
squeezed her tits together, toying with her nipples. She 
looked over at me, slowly stroking my rigid, purplish cock, 
opened her mouth and sensuously flicked her tongue, asking 
for my cock in her mouth.

As I slid over to let her suck on my cock, I could see that 
we were all covered with a slick layer of sweat. Tanya’s 
breasts, shiny and inviting in the dim light, glimmered as 
she breathed. Karen’s smooth tanned ass, seemed perfectly 
formed, without blemish. Tanya’s hand guided my cock down 
into her waiting mouth, stroking me to her lips. Karen’s ass 
was much too inviting, so I slipped my hand between her 
thighs and caressed her wet bare mound. Her moaning from 
between Tanya’s thighs told me she wanted more, so I slipped 
three fingers into her sopping cunt, using my thumb on her 
swollen clit. She pressed back against my hand, burying my 
fingers all the way in her slick wetness. Wet, smacking 
noises came from the area of Tanya’s cunt, and from her mouth 
on my shaft. Wet noises also came when Karen plunged back 
against my hand, and I could feel her juice beginning to run 
down to my wrist.

Tanya stopped sucking me and moaned softly, her hips moving 
in a rhythmic motion. I pulled my soaked hand out of Karen’s 
snatch, and moved closer to Tanya. Lifting her shoulders, I 
slid behind her and wrapped my arms around her, one low by 
Karen’s shoulder. My hand, still covered with Karen’s cream 
cupped Tanya’s left breast, caressing it wetly and gently. I 
started to whisper into Tanya’s ear.

“I want you to cum”. I breathed, exhaling my hot breath right 
into her ear. “I want to watch her tongue your naked, shaved 
pussy ... her cum on your breasts ... her soft lips wet with 
your cream ... I want to see you wrap your legs around her 
head like you do to me ... cum for her ... cum for me .... 
cum for us ... we want you to cum so we can taste you!”

Her shouts were high pitches O’s, repeated over and over as 
she spasmed again and again, nearly doubling over with her 
efforts. Karen kept her going for what seemed like and hour. 
Her cries breaking into sobbing laughs as she kept cumming. 
Finally, as Karen lifted her head, Tanya fell back against 
me, still crying her O’s, but humming them more than saying 
them.

Karen’s face wasn’t wet, it was soaked with cum. Her cheeks, 
lips and chin shined as if someone had oiled her face. She 
moved up to join us, and I grabbed her by the hair, pulling 
her to my lips. We kissed, her tongue showing its fatigue. I 
pulled away and began to lick the cum from her chin and 
cheeks, tasting a delicate sauce like no other in the world.

Tanya lay smiling on the bed, arms across her breasts and my 
arm. She looked up a Karen and said softly “I never Dreamed 
it would be this good with another girl! You’re SO GOOOD!”

We smiled, and I moved so Tanya could lie back. Karen asked 
her if she had the strength to help make her cum. Tanya 
replied that she did if she didn’t have to support herself, 
but strangely she was still VEERY horny and wanted to do this 
all night! Karen then had Tanya lay crosswise on the bed, and 
lowered her pussy to an eager mouth. Tanya lapped at the 
naked cunt before her, tasting the juices.

“Hmmm, you taste good.” She purred.

After licking for a few minutes, Tanya craned her head back 
to me and licked her lips.

“Just don’t sit there,” She commanded, “get over here an 
<fuck> her!”

She didn’t have to ask twice. I moved up behind Karen, 
straddling Tanya’s head, and slipped easily into her drenched 
snatch. As I slid deeper, Karen moaned, and as I pulled back, 
Tanya breathed in a sexy, husky voice “Yesss, shove it deep 
<into> her. Let me taste her cum from deep inside.”

I moaned then, just as Karen did again. I leaned forward to 
cup Karen’s tits, but found Tanya’s hands were already busy, 
squeezing, cupping, flicking nipples with her thumbs. I slid 
in and out of her wet juicy pussy, pausing on each outstroke 
as Tanya licked her cum from my shaft. As I plunged deep 
Tanya would lick that bared clit, then flick her tongue over 
my smooth balls.

“C’mon, FUCK me HARD!!” Karen shouted. “Grab my ass and FUCK 
ME!”

I continued my pace, while Tanya licked her clit. I could 
feel her hips moving to a faster rhythm until all at once she 
shuddered and slammed back on my cock, moaning softly. We all 
waited. Then Karen began to pump my cock slowly, feeling it 
inside her.

“Now I’m gonna make you CUM a LOT!” She said. “I’m going to 
fuck you nice and slow until you shoot your nice hot cum in 
my cunt.”

Now I changed my pace. I moved forward, and grabbing her 
hips, pulled her ass back into me. My thrusts quickened, as I 
felt a rising, bubbling, hot volcano building inside my 
balls. Tanya, alternated between licking my bare balls, and 
letting her dirty mouth edge me ever closer.

“Oh, I can see you really FUCKING her!” Tanya’s voice fairly 
dripping with lust. “I’m gonna wait until you’re about to CUM 
... then I’m going to suck your balls ... I want to feel them 
in my mouth when you cum.”

“Yesss, Fuck me hard and fast.” Karen added. “Cum deep in my 
pussy. I want you to fill my wet slit with your cum!”

I felt my balls tighten up, my ass clench, and remembered 
that eons ago in the living room Tanya had shut off one 
orgasm.

“C’mon babe,” Tanya crooned. “Give us your cum. Cum in her 
pussy. Deep in her hot cunt. Pull out and shoot it all over 
us both.”

I plunged hard, shoving my cock deep into Karen’s steaming 
cunt. Somewhere off in the distance I heard a woman’s voice 
cry out, and another distant voice saying “Shoot your JISM, 
shoot it in her cunt”. My head swam, my hips bucked as I felt 
a stream of cum erupt from my straining cock. Then another 
long spurt. Hands on my hips ... pulling me back ... Karen 
moving forward .... cool air on my hot, wet cock.

I opened my eyes as Karen moved away, and Tanya pulled me 
back. Looking down, my cock free, I watched as Tanya’s hand 
reached for my pulsing shaft, as more hot jism shot from my 
cock, a stream of glistening white flowing over Tanya’s 
cleavage, tits, and stomach, Some landing on Karen’s shaved 
cunt-lips only a few inches away. Tanya grabbed my cock and 
bent it down to an unnatural angle. The pressure this caused 
sent a shock wave through my body as another surge of cum 
welled up; broke free; and splashed into her mouth. Tanya 
arched to get more cock in her mouth as she pumped me against 
her lips. My hips shoved, driving my cock deep into her 
mouth, as I blasted more cum into her now red-hot mouth.

Spent, I pulled out of Tanya’s mouth and watched her greed as 
she pulled Karen’s hips back over her to lick the white globs 
of cum from her shaved, cum-drenched pussy. Karen rolled off 
after a moment, and turned towards Tanya. Tanya sat up, 
wordlessly and moved alongside of me. Karen followed, even in 
the dim light, I could see Karen’s mouth part, her tongue 
ready for a passionate kiss. Too, I could see Tanya’s smile, 
as she pushed Karen back down on the bed in front of me. She 
grabbed me and pulled me down with her, and inches above 
Karen, her mouth open for a kiss, I watched as the cum flowed 
from Tanya’s mouth into Karen’s. It seemed like minutes, but 
a second and a half was drawn out in slow motion. Tanya’s 
tongue between her open lips, cum dripping from it, then she 
bent and kissed Karen long and hard. After a bit, I could 
hear swallowing noises as their lips remained locked. My cock 
was now fully hard again, even after a monumental orgasm, and 
I grabbed Tanya’s face and pulled her to my lips, kissing her 
roughly, tasting my slightly salty cum on her tongue. I let 
go and leaned over, kissing Karen the same way, surprising 
her that I would tongue her with my cum in her mouth.

We all laid down and cuddled for a while, caressing and 
stroking each other. Kissing delicately, lovingly. Fingers 
tracing small patterns and outlines on damp flesh. Later, we 
started again. This time Karen urged me to cum inside of 
Tanya so she could eat it from her pussy.

We repeated these performances many times, adding various new 
thrills, various locales, and once, a third girl. All in all, 
Thursdays are still my favorite day of the week.

These women are something special. They love sex. They love 
giving and receiving pleasure, both to men and women. They 
are able to let go of their inhibitions as easily as dropping 
their clothes. They are lovely, graceful, beautiful women, 
and are as “proper” as anyone could want—until you get their 
passions aflame. Then they open themselves to their own lusts 
and desires, freely giving pleasure to others, not afraid to 
show their lustful selves. Sex is 70% psychological, 30% 
physical. They’ve learned to let the larger portion of the 
effort to be driven by their primitive carnal desires, 
channeling them to give pleasure to others, so that they 
receive the same. We parted many years ago, but I still hold 
them close to my heart for many reasons. There is no doubt in 
my mind that what we shared will bond us together forever.

Good night and wet dreams—The Pussy Barber

1ST ANNIVERSARY

A True (and fun) Story

I knew my wife was bisexual before I married her. She and her 
best friend had been to bed several times in high school, and 
even shared a boyfriend a few times. I hadn’t had the 
pleasure of both of them before we were married, although I 
did come home one night, and after kissing Darlene, could 
tell that they’d been to bed earlier.

Our first wedding anniversary was coming up, and Darlene 
asked me what we were going to do to celebrate. I had planned 
a nice dinner, perhaps a stage show or dancing, then back 
home to screw our brains out. When I explained, and asked why 
she wanted to know several weeks in advance, she simply 
smiled and suppressed a giggle, her gray eyes twinkling with 
an impish gleam.

Luckily, our first anniversary fell on a Friday, and 
reservations made, dolled ourselves up and went out for the 
evening. Dinner at a fine restaurant and dancing at a local 
hot-spot kept us laughing and in a good mood. As we drove 
home, Darlene sitting next to me, leaned over and caressed my 
thigh with her fingernails, sending a shiver through me.

“You still want to fuck my brains out tonight?” She cooed.

I said yes, I would happily keep her wet and jumping all 
night long. When Darlene came, no one could think that she 
was faking. Her tendency to “let go” in bed meant that she 
was prone to outbursts of very erotic (and sometimes 
downright dirty) talk, as well as moaning and thrashing 
wildly about the bed.

Arm in arm, we climbed the stairs to our apartment, and once 
inside, we kissed passionately for several long moments, 
running our hands over each other and bring desire to a boil. 
Darlene broke the kiss and knelt straight down, unzipping my 
pants in the entry hall. She pulled my hardening cock out of 
my pants and slipped it into her mouth. Tonguing the 
underside of the head, and teasing me, I felt my balls tingle 
and her wet mouth sliding like wet velvet over my shaft.

I pulled her up to me and kissed her long and hard, my tongue 
exploring her mouth, teasing her tongue to follow mine back, 
squeezing her tits through her blouse. As I knelt in the 
hall, lifting her dress, she leaned back against the wall, 
bending her knees and spreading her thighs. I moved the hem 
of her dress up, and stared straight at her naked blonde 
pussy. She had been dressed in a garter belt and stockings, 
without panties, all night. I looked up at her, my warm 
breath tickling her bush, and she smiled that special way of 
hers, telling me she did it for our pleasure.

I dove into her soft moist pussy, licking the glistening 
drops of cream from her bush. My tongue parted her moist 
lips, feeling the warmth of her, tasting her sweet eagerness. 
I circled her clit several times, holding on to her thighs 
when she tried to lower herself against my tongue.

She pulled me up and kissed me long and hard, showing me how 
very hot h passions had become. She pulled a scarf from her 
pocket, smiling at me.

“Stand still.” She said. “I have a surprise for you.”

She used the scarf as a blindfold and led me into the 
darkened bedroom. figured she’d gone out and bought some sexy 
clothes for me to take off of her. I heard matches striking, 
and the fragrance of scented candles impinged on my senses. 
“Setting the mood” I thought. She stood next to my, kissing 
me lightly on the cheek, her bare breast touching my arm. 
Slowly, she began to undress me. Making me feel every fiber 
move against my skin. Telling me to stay still, not to reach 
for her. She removed my shirt, gliding her hands lightly over 
my chest, tickling the hairs around my nipples. She removed 
the belt from my pants, slowly pulling it through the belt 
loops, making a long hissing sound as it slid against the 
fabric. She knelt and started untying my shoes, helping me 
out of them, sliding my socks off my feet. Her hands 
unfastened the snap at my waist, my zipper already undone, 
with my cock, hard and straight standing, waiting to be 
touched. She stopped and breathed into my ear, her tongue 
tracing the edge, warm and wet.

“Just a second.” She said softly.

I heard her climb onto the bed, moving around on the sheets. 
My pants were pushed away from my hips, and I could feel her 
hair against my bare thighs as she lifted one leg, then the 
other out of my pants. Hands caressed my thighs, sliding up 
under the legs of my boxer shorts, fingernails lightly raking 
under my boxer shorts. Lips closed around the end of my 
shaft, with a tongue lightly caressing the head of my cock.

“Tease.” I muttered.

Hands quickly pulled my shorts off, making me naked and blind 
in the fragrant darkness. I moved to the bed, and her hands 
pushed me back against the pillows. I could feel the warmth 
of her body near me and I longed to reach out and stroke her.

“Just lay back and enjoy this.” She purred.

More movements as she positioned herself on the bed. Again 
lips encircle the head of my cock, tongue swirling, wet and 
warm. The velvety smoothness caused me to moan softly, and I 
could feel her warm breath against my skin.

All at once she swallowed my cock, deeply, into her throat. 
She’d never before been able to ‘throat’ my seven inches, and 
I gasped loudly as her lips tickled the hairs at the root. 
Rising slowly, lips tight against me, she flicked her tongue 
back and forth over the muscular ridge under my cock. I 
moaned my pleasure, letting her know I enjoyed this and 
wanted more. My hands reached out, only to be slapped away. I 
laid back and enjoyed the sensation of my cock being 
swallowed over and over. Slowly. Lovingly.

She began to move quickly, her lips lightly touching the 
shaft, her saliva making moist noises as she changed 
directions. Using only her mouth, she pumped my cock up and 
down, her efforts shaking the bed. Several fast strokes would 
be followed by a long plunge. Taking me deep into her throat, 
she’d pause, letting me know how deep I was, feeling the 
tightness of her mouth. The velvety smooth, slick skin in the 
back of her throat caressed the head of my cock, feeling sooo 
very nice. Then she would pull up quickly, and repeat her 
fast strokes, again, only to plunge long and deep.

She didn’t touch me except with her mouth. Her hands I could 
feel near on the bed, her hair not touching me as it normally 
would. Lacking any other distractions, my world consisted of 
my cock and her mouth, eagerly trying to suck me off. I could 
feel my cock trying to stiffen even more, as my balls 
tightened and tingled.

“Unnghh...I’m...gonna...cum!” I panted.

Her pace quickened, her saliva dripped onto my balls, feeding 
the fires in them instead of quenching them. My hips moved 
up, a primitive instinct taking over control. I want to come 
in her mouth, give her all of my sperm, never wanting to 
stop.

The dam broke, Vesuvius erupted, the floods came. Sperm 
rushed from my cock as she held me about half way into her 
mouth. Spasms wracked my body as come surged from me. After 
the fourth surge, I felt her let go and put my spurting rod 
against her chest, rubbing me back and forth until I spent 
myself.

Breathing heavily and moaning, I began to relax; to drift 
into that war “afterglow” of total contentment and 
relaxation. I felt her hips move over mine, as she sat just 
over my lower stomach. Her hands untying the blind- fold.

As the scarf fell away, revealing her slim form and pale skin 
in the flickering candlelight, I looked at her smiling above 
me, wearing only her garter belt and stockings. As she sat, 
almost grinning at me, I realized that her chest and tits 
were dry, yet they should have been shiny and wet with white 
drops of come.

“Did you like that?” She laughed huskily.

“Mmmmm, yessss!” I replied, still feeling the “glow.”

I a sudden motion, she moved off of me, laying on her side 
next to me.

“You’d better thank her then.” Darlene laughed.

I looked down, and laying alongside my legs, I saw Karen, 
Darlene’s best friend and lover, naked, except for a red bow 
tied around her neck, her breasts twinkling wetly in the dim 
light, her tongue licking her lips. She smiled at me, her 
light brown hair seeming to glow as a candle’s light tried to 
weave its way through.

“Happy Anniversary love!” Darlene laughed, kissing me on the 
cheek.

I grabbed her and kissed her back, hard and rough, as much to 
thank her to tell her that I’d wished I’d known it wasn’t 
her.

Sitting up, I pulled Karen to me and kissed her too, tasting 
the salty remnants of my come on her tongue.

“That, sweetheart,” I said to Karen, “is for that tremendous 
headjob!”

Karen laughed, telling me how much fun it was to suck me 
while I though it was Darlene going down. Darlene told her it 
would be a few minutes until I was ready again, indicating my 
flaccid cock.

“Well, I certainly got all worked up over that.” Karen said.

Darlene had her lie back, and as I watched, lay herself down 
between Karen’s thighs. Her blonde hair and fair skin 
contrasting to the darker skin tone of the brunette. She slid 
her hands under Karen’s thighs, as her mouth found the 
moistness between them. Karen crossed her ankles over the 
middle of Darlene’s back as a tongue caressed her warm, damp 
flesh.

As I watched, I could feel my rod begin to straighten, 
getting harder a fuller as Darlene moaned softly between 
Karen’s thighs. A candle on the headboard illuminated 
Darlene’s creamy ass, and I could see a glistening reflection 
deep between her legs. She continued to suck, her hands 
reaching up to pinch Karen’s dark nipples, squeeze her full 
breasts, caressing the soft tender area on their undersides 
with her fingers. I placed my hand on the back of her thigh, 
sliding up halfway to her asscheek, stopping to give her 
thigh a gentle squeeze to let her know I was enjoying her 
“show.” She moaned again, wiggling her ass slightly.

Karen’s face was one of concentration. She was lying back, 
trying to concentrate on the pleasures Darlene was giving 
her, her legs locked tightly over the more delicate girl’s 
back.

I moved my hand up, cupping Darlene’s asscheek, pushing it up 
and away from me. The second time I did that, I heard a wet 
“smack” come from between her legs as her wet pussy lips 
parted stickily. I leaned over and began to alternate lifting 
each asscheek, pushing them together and pulling them apart 
as I did. It took only seconds to cause her pussy to make its 
approval known with wet noises. The candle light on her lips 
showed twinkling droplets of juice forming in her golden 
bush, moist and inviting. Her lips were full and beginning to 
swell as a white pearlescent drop began to peek from her 
cunt.

My handling of her ass was driving her crazy, as she sucked 
and licked Karen’s pussy. Her soft moans indicated that she 
liked me feeling her ass, and that she wanted to make Karen 
come.

Karen’s legs suddenly closed around Darlene’s head as her 
hips lifted o the bed, carrying the blonde covered head with 
them. I watched as she stayed locked like this, her legs 
quivering, her breathing a series of short loud pants, until, 
finally, she collapsed on the bed.

Darlene caressed the dark bush and pussy, kissing it lightly 
several times in different places, causing Karen to ripple 
with shudders each time. When she sat up, she crawled down 
toward her friend, kissing her tenderly on the lips.

“I love to eat you like that.” Darlene said softly.

Karen replied lazily, “Ummmm, I love to cum in your mouth 
too.”

Darlene slipped off the foot of the bed and walked around to 
me, sitting on the edge of the bed. We grabbed each other and 
kissed passionately, our tongues tasting Karen’s cum 
together. I licked the slick wetness from her chin and neck, 
squeezing her small tits and pinching her nipples. As our 
mouths parted, we looked into each other’s eyes.

“See what a wanton slut you married?!” She laughed.

Her use of the word “slut” told me that she was incredibly 
turned on. the year we’d been married, she only used that 
word in bed when we had kept teasing each other, increasing 
our lust to a frantically high level.

“Yes, I can see what a slut you are.” I replied, playing on 
her horniness “I saw how wet your cunt was getting while you 
fucked her with your tongue.”

“Oooh, yesss, I’m sooo wet. See?” Her hand rose from her 
moist lips, t fingers glistening with a thick cream as she 
showed me her hand. “I’m sooo wet! Having you watch me suck 
pussy has me ready to cum!” She purred again, as she rubbed 
her own slick juice over her nipples.

I leaned down, my tongue circling her nipples, licking her 
cream from t hard tips. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, 
pulling hard as my hand slid between her thighs.

“Hmmm, suck my tits.” She whispered. “Lick my nipples.”

I slipped three fingers into her sopping pussy, feeling her 
warm wetness ooze down into my hand. My cock touching her 
stomach caused her hands to encircle it and begin a slow 
stroking.

“I want to watch my wet slut rub her pussy all over Karen’s 
tits. Make her nipples all wet and creamy. Watch as my slut 
tries to fuck those nice big tits. Can you feel how wet they 
are? How wet your thighs are?”

Her head tossed back as I crooned our “bedtalk” to her, her 
mouth open slightly, she moaned and hissed her reply.

“Yesss. Fuck her tits...her wet creamy tits...cumming on her 
titssss.”

I glanced at Karen, laying back, watching us as she stroked 
her pussy. kept my three fingers in Darlene’s dripping cunt 
as I renewed her lust.

“She’s watching you now...She’s watching your cunt cream in 
my hand...Y girlfriend wants to lick your dripping 
pussy...She wants you to cum in her mouth this time...make 
her face wet.”

Darlene looked at me with a primal, carnal lust. She grabbed 
my head a kissed me hard, her tongue shooting into my mouth 
barely after my lips parted. She pulled back, and wordlessly 
move away, my fingers sliding from her very wet pussy. She 
crawled down to Karen, pausing to look at her naked form. She 
turned around, lifting her ass and throwing one leg over 
Karen’s body. Then, while she lowered herself onto Karen’s 
left breast, I could see drops of her juice actually dripping 
onto the nipple, just before her blonde bush covered it.

Looking directly at me, she began to rub herself against 
Karen’s tit. H pussy making wet smacking sounds as she moved 
faster.

“I love to see you naked,” I said, “with your cunt sooo wet 
and horny.”

“Naked? I’ll show you NAKED.” She said.

Her arousal was complete and high. She ripped the garterbelt 
from her waist, tearing her stockings. Without lifting off 
Karen’s nipple, she began to tear the stocking from her 
thighs, shredding the fabric.

“Strip me. Strip me naked. Get me naked.” She panted.

Karen pulled the stockings from Darlene’s legs, as this 
carnal blonde fucked at her tits.

“You wanna see me cum?” Darlene said, looking at me with 
glassy eyes. “Wanna see me cum on her tits? On her face?”

She slid backwards up to Karen’s mouth, her nipples standing 
up like small cylinders from her breasts. Her panting loud. 
As she sat on Karen’s face, she moaned, then commanded; 
“Sssuck me! Yesss, eat my pussy. Make me cum. Make me cum in 
your mouth!!”

I moved over to her, her eyes half-closed, hips rocking 
furiously. I k up the taunts hoping to send her over the 
edge.

“You’re such a hot carnal slut—getting your twat sucked by a 
girl, y naked in bed with your girlfriend’s tongue in your 
cunt, and you’re going to cum...getting all wet for HER 
tongue in you...why don’t you show me what a hot slut you are 
and eat her cunt too?”

“Ahhhnngg” Darlene moaned as she fell down between Karen’s 
open thighs.

Her hands pushed the tanned thighs apart, as she shoved her 
face tightly against Karen’s soaked pussy. She rocked her 
face back and forth, tongue extended, making wet slurping 
noises.

“Ooooh that’s sooo HOT!” I crooned to her, “Watching you rub 
your face her cunt...I’d love to have a picture of you, 
naked, your legs spread, her tongue in your gushing wet 
pussy, while you rub her cum on your face.”

She stopped sucking Karen, her head arching back, mouth open, 
her eyes closed. Short sounds escaped from her lips as she 
neared her moment of triumph.

“Make her face wettt babee...CUM in her mouth...make her face 
WET with your cum!” I encouraged.

She started coming, thrusting her ass against Karen’s mouth, 
her body first falling flat, arms splayed out, then she was 
upright, her hips shaking and her body twitching as she 
received little electric shocks through her clit.

“Huh! Uh! Huh! Huh! Huh!” were the only sounds in the room 
except for t wet noises Karen was making between her soft 
thighs.

She fell off of Karen, still shuddering and moaning. Her lust 
only par sated, her eyes fell on us.

“Quick Karen,” She panted, “fuck him. I wanna watch you FUCK! 
See your cunt FUCKED by his cock!”

We moved together, Karen on her knees, and I slid into her 
pussy easily Karen’s pussy was so wet that I had trouble 
feeling anything as I pumped her hard and fast. She ground 
her hips against me, trying to bury me deeper in her 
smoldering cunt. We pounded each other, her cheeks rippling 
after each thrust, her tits bouncing, until I felt her hole 
tighten around my shaft. I plunged as deep as I could, 
splaying my legs wider than hers to get some leverage as I 
drove it deep against her cervix.

Karen collapsed against the bed, her legs straight and locked 
together tightly, her moans and cries announcing her orgasm. 
I lay still until her contractions eased on my cock, then I 
started slow movements, drawing my cock slowly from deep 
inside, then quickly plunging back.

“You’re...still....hard?? Unngh.” She said as I lowered my 
cock back to the depths of her cunt.

Darlene pulled me off of her brunette friend, eyes still 
filled with lust as my cock slipped wetly from between 
Karen’s cheeks.

“I’M going to make you cum and cum and cum.” She announced 
proudly.

With her proclamation, she laid down and began to suck my 
cock, licking Karen’s juice from my balls with a greedy 
tongue. Karen looked and made a comment about her being 
greedy, and a kinky idea hit me.

“You want me to fill your mouth with my jism?” I asked 
Darlene.

Her moaned response was a definite yes, as she lay under me, 
playing w her clit. Her hands were a blur over her light bush 
as she continued to suck me into her mouth.

I pulled her into position having to forcibly remove my shaft 
from her eager mouth. I laid her on her back, sitting almost 
upright against several pillows as I straddled her stomach. 
She leaned forward to suck my cock, but I pulled back away, 
denying her. I had Karen sit next to us and placed her hand 
around my cock, showing her the best grip with which to jack 
me off. I sat back, resting not quite on Darlene’s stomach, 
and reached behind me to stroke her drenched pussy as Karen 
began to pump my shaft. I told my wife that Karen was going 
to make me cum in her mouth. That her best friend was going 
pump my cock until I came in her mouth, feel me cumming as 
she sucks the cum from me.

I leaned forward so my cock entered her mouth, as Karen 
pumped me. Karen used her thumb and forefinger, pulling 
tightly around my cock, pulling the skin with her as she 
stroked. My fingering of her pussy made my wife greedy and 
she wanted to suck me herself. Several times Karen pulled me 
out, and still pumping my cock, kept it away from this carnal 
blonde until she started to behave.

I reached down and stroked Karen’s bush since she was doing 
me, and she leaned over and sucked my nipple. Karen’s pussy 
was still wet and slick, her thighs wet from Darlene’s 
frantic licking. A look came into her eyes, and she slid her 
body down to lie on her side next to us.

“Mmmm. Lick the head.” She instructed. “Lick any cum from the 
head as I get him off. I’m gonna pump him into your 
mouth...fill your mouth with his hot spurting cum...I want to 
watch while he cums in your mouth.”

Darlene was sucking too much into her mouth, so Karen took me 
out and teased her with it, rubbing me against the side of 
her face, making her swing her head from side to side while 
she chased it.

“Mustn’t take too much.” Karen warned as she slid me back 
into Darlene’ mouth. “C’mon you naked little bitch, let him 
know how much you want him to cum. Make him cum in your mouth 
as much as he did in mine. Can you feel his balls rubbing 
your stomach? Those cum filled balls...rubbing on you?”

I felt a well know sensation rising from those balls too. I 
was getting closer as these two teased.

“After he gets hard again, I want him to fuck you from behind 
while I e your pussy. I want to taste his cum inside 
you...suck it from you, drink you both..”

Karen was stroking at a steady pace, but I wanted faster and 
told her t go faster, to make me cum. At the speed she was 
moving her hand, Darlene had to pull back to just beyond the 
end of my cock to keep her lips from getting bruised. This 
left me looking at my naked wife, her gray eyes filled with a 
primal lust, mouth open, her tongue eagerly awaiting the 
arrival of the first drop as Karen sucked at her nipple.

“Ohh God...I want to...Cum!” I panted.

“Yessss!” Darlene hissed back. “Shoot your hot thick cum in 
my mouth. want you to fill my mouth. Shoot your jism all over 
me! Shoot your jism... let me drink you...drink your cum...”

Karen chimed in with “That’s it...tell him...I’m going to 
suck your wet cunt while you swallow his cum...suck you and 
make you wet and horny again. I want your slick cum on my 
face while he shoots his load in your mouth... your wet 
juice, his cum, all over us...”

“Ohh, NOW!” I shouted, “I gonna...CUM...NOW...CUM!”

I felt a surge well up inside me, a rush of cum flowed from 
the end of cock into Darlene’s open mouth. She moved forward 
against the torrent, taking me into her mouth. Karen held on 
to my cock, holding her hand in one place while I bucked and 
worked more cum into my wife’s hot mouth. Darlene was 
whimpering and moaning as I shot another flood into her 
mouth, my cock twitching and throbbing. Another pulse exited 
my cock into her mouth. I could feel the warmth of my cum 
still in Darlene’s mouth, exciting me.

Karen pulled my cock from Darlene’s mouth, jacking me off 
onto my wife’s tits, while her voice dripped with lust, “Cum 
on her tits...yeah...all over her tits...make her your wet 
little slut...”

Darlene grabbed Karen’s head and pulled her down for a kiss, 
cum dribble from the one corner of her mouth. As they kissed, 
more cum leaked past their lips, as Karen rubbed my cock over 
my wife’s chest and tits. As they parted, I heard them both 
swallow, Karen pulling my wife up from the bed to wipe the 
cum from her face with my softening cock, which Karen then 
sucked into her mouth.

I collapsed on the bed and watched as they both licked each 
other off, started touching and caressing each other. Later, 
I made love to each of these wonderful women, separately, and 
together. When we were all finally sated, we cuddled and 
kissed, falling asleep together, content and smiling.

>From that night forward, Karen was always invited for a 
birthday or an anniversary party.

Good night and wet dreams—

The Pussy Barber

For Sweet Lena

Who is just beginning to explore her full sexuality.

An image keeps trying to form. An image that is like a half-
remembered scene from an old movie, familiar, yet vague. It 
is her. Her presence, her karma, her soul. She invades my 
mind easily, hovering around the edge of my memory recall, 
teasing me, taunting. Visions and emotions surround me, 
blocking out the real world. A feeling deep within me stirs 
some primal instinct, some lower level need. I feel the 
swelling between my legs as this basic urge glows ever 
warmer.

I have not met her, but the stories she weaves leave me with 
images that refuse to leave my mind. So powerful, 
so...erotic, are her word-drawn images that my being is 
consumed with thoughts of her. She writes of her discovery of 
her own bi-sexuality with both tenderness and lust. Her 
consuming passion for her girlfriend, Sue. She is both amazed 
and frightened by the heights to which her lust can take her. 
She hasn’t yet learned how to channel it; to make it serve 
her.

We talk by way of technological magic, using numbers. 
Numbers; turning into words. Numbers; turning into lusty 
phrases, yearnings for touch, caresses, and very powerful 
mental images. I must let it out. Release the emotions I feel 
for her. Writing this story is one way of coping with that 
need. Seldom has a woman ever stirred both such yearning and 
warmth in me by just the written word alone. A fantasy stirs, 
demands that it be set free so that it may exist elsewhere 
and not be forgotten. I have no choice but to comply.

--- The Meeting ---

I paced the departure lounge impatiently. I was taking the 
seven a.m. United flight from San Jose to Chicago. Nervously, 
I glanced at the clock on the lounge wall for the eighth time 
in ten minutes. Not only did I have business in Chicago, but 
SHE would be there too.

We’d arranged it by computer. She’d meet me that evening at 
my hotel. It was my suggestion that she could get a room for 
her and Sue, so no one would feel trapped or uncomfortable if 
things didn’t pan out. I was looking forward to meeting her, 
so we could actually talk, with real words, face to face. It 
was also my suggestion for her to bring Sue with her, as much 
for her own comfort as to indicate that I was really sincere.

The seating, the rollout and the flight seemed to last an 
eternity. My mind could not concentrate on business. I was 
about to help instruct thirty freight handlers on a new 
software package, but all I could think of was “What if she 
cancels out?”. Shaking that line of thought from my head gave 
me the small opening I needed drive a wedge into my mind and 
concern myself with my job this afternoon.

The hotel was in Elmhurst, just outside of Chicago. Not the 
most regal accommodations, but I was no corporate executive 
either. Checking in, I asked if any messages had preceded my 
arrival. The clerk handed me a folded slip of pink paper. My 
hands trembled as I reached for the scrap of paper, trying 
not to grab it away from the clerk. It was a pink “While-you-
were-out” note. On it, a masculine hand had written with a 
blue ballpoint, the simple message “In room 7113. Call or 
knock after you settle in. Lena.”

“Here is your key sir.” The clerk said. “Number 7117. Seventh 
floor and down the hall on your left.”

In my room, I quickly showered and changed clothes into 
something a bit less casual than the jeans I’d worn earlier. 
California companies can have a relaxed attitude towards 
dress, but I felt the need to wear dressier slacks and a 
shirt. As I prepared to leave, I thought “should I call or 
knock” as the note indicated? Now, I worried that I would 
chicken out.

The knock idea won the contest. I’m not much of a drinker, 
but I cradled the bottle of Mirrasou red zinfandel carefully 
in my left arm. Nervously I rapped on the door. Voices 
inside. The door opened and I was sure that my heart with its 
pounding would either stop or flee from my chest. I gazed 
upon a blonde beauty holding the door, looking expectantly at 
me. Behind her stood, a perfectly tanned and lovely raven 
haired woman. Catching my breath, I smiled and said “Did 
someone request a very ‘special’ barber?” Referring to my 
alias on the computer as “Pussy Barber”.

The ladies were looking at a thirty-fiveish, bespectacled, 
man with a mustache and dressed semi-casually. His brown hair 
beginning to lighten with glances of gray, his brown eyes 
sparkling as he smiled. Average height, and broad shouldered, 
his form indicated a collegiate wrestler or football player. 
His smile bespoke of a causal friendliness that seemed 
contagious.

Lena invited me into the room, and I offered the wine as 
token thanks for at least letting me meet them both. 
Introductions were made, and we found some glasses for the 
wine. The conversation started out innocently around simple 
topics. Gradually, as the wine acted as a social lubricant, 
we found ourselves discussing our feelings about bi-
sexuality, and revealing some fantasies. It was Sue, pouring 
the last of the wine into our glasses that said “Uh-oh, the 
well’s run dry.”

Smiling, I revealed that I had brought two bottles, one white 
and one red, leaving the white to chill in my room. As we 
laughed, I offered to fetch the white wine. Lena joked 
“You’re trying to get us drunk and take advantage of us I 
presume!”

In my best southern drawl, I replied “Madam, a civilized 
su’thern gentleman would nevah resort t’ such improprieties. 
You have mah humble apologies if ah implied anythin’ 
different.”

I departed to bring the wine, and returning as I promised 
within “two shakes of a country dawg’s head”. I rapped 
politely on the door to the room and heard a voice call out 
“C’mon in”.

Walking through the door, I closed it behind me before I 
realized what it was that I saw. Both Lena and Sue were naked 
on the FLOOR of the room, at the foot of the bed, with Lena’s 
legs spread wide, giving me a beautiful view of her shaved 
pussy. Sue was almost sitting on Lena’s face, leaning on one 
knee, with the other leg outstretched to the side, supporting 
her beautifully tanned body with one hand, the other gently 
massaging and kneading the glistening flesh between Lena’s 
thighs. Spellbound by the unexpected, I stood by the door 
afraid to move for fear the dream would dissolve. Their 
nakedness seemed all the more exciting since I was fully 
dressed, and I watched as Lena raised her head to smile at 
me.

Regaining what little I could of my composure, I sat at the 
table and just watched. Sue was caressing and nibbling on 
Lena’s lean form. Moving like a feather over her skin, making 
Lena gasp several times. She bent her head down to the bared 
skin of Lena’s pussy and began to stroke and lick with her 
tongue the most sensitive spot. Lena’s legs gave a twitch as 
tongue met clitoris, then she made a heavy audible sigh.

There was a pressure of a much too confined member pressing 
against my crotch. I could feel myself swelling and 
threatening to burst the seams of my pants. I took a deep 
breath, reminding myself to breath once in a while. As Sue 
plied her tongue, Lena’s eyes met mine and we gazed into each 
other’s souls. “Yes. I’m watching you.” I thought, trying to 
pass it to Lena’s mind. “I’m watching you and you’re making 
me hard.”

I roved my eyes over the visual feast, not wanting to miss 
anything. Lena’s nipples were hard and erect, proudly 
proclaiming that she was enjoying the attention. Her legs, 
spread wide and slightly bent were long and smooth. Her chest 
heaved with her breathing, and I could see beads of 
perspiration forming in the groove down her lean stomach. 
Sweat was forming on my arms, and my back as I watched. The 
sensation of pressure from my confining slacks made my cock 
twitch and throb. I could feel a drop of pre-cum forming and 
see the small damp mark it made on the pants.

Sue’s darkly tanned body contrast nicely to Lena’s lightly 
tanned skin. She was still keeping her dark bush out of 
Lena’s reach, teasing and tantalizing her with it. I could 
see Sue’s full breasts resting gently on Lena’s lower 
stomach, her full nipples peeking around the corners of her 
breasts. Her dark hair had fallen about Lena’s thighs, 
obscuring the view of her tonguing, but the movements of her 
head made an obvious statement. She too was beginning to 
sweat, and I could see a light glistening sheen begin to 
cover her back. Her dark figure, glistening in the light, and 
the musky fragrance of these two women brought still further 
protests from my cock. As I watched, a burning knot formed 
deep inside me, like a bass guitar string vibrating from in 
my balls, wending it’s way up inside my pulsing cock.

Lena’s thighs quivered and her ass tensed up. I could hear 
her exhale a short breath...then another. Sue had brought her 
to the brink, and was trying to keep her there. Sue paused 
and turned her head to glance at me. I could a glistening 
wetness on her lips and chin as her eyes met mine. Sue’s eyes 
said something to me that I didn’t quite understand before 
her head returned to Lena’s wetness. I was still fully 
dressed, not even a zipper undone, but my approval was quite 
obviously bulging the leg of my pants.

I could see Lena wriggling slightly, trying to force Sue to 
make contact in the right place, and Sue was avoiding her. A 
light dawned on me, and I moved, just the second time since 
entering the room. Quietly I knelt down next to them and 
breathed into Lena’s ear, just loud enough for Sue to hear; 
“You’re both soo beautiful! Oh, soo NAKED...and LUSTY! I want 
to see you suck her clit after you CUM! I want to taste her 
juice on your lips!” I caressed Sue’s ass, inches in front of 
Lena’s face, her eyes glazing and trying to focus on my hand. 
I slipped my hand down and pinched one of Lena’s nipples 
between my fingers. As Sue began her final assault on Lena’s 
slit, I spoke again in the same voice.

“Can you feel her soft, warm, tits against you? Her tongue 
probing inside your pussy? Look how wet she is!” I said as I 
ran my fingers lightly through Sue’s glistening cunt hairs. 
“Would you like me to rub her sweet wet cum on your tits?”

Lena tensed suddenly, her whole body wracked with pleasure. 
Wave after wave coursed through her, and I could see her 
whole body tense in tempo to the pace set by her cunt. Sweat 
ran down her breasts, curving to fall down her sides. 
Something wet and shiny dribbled onto her chin. As I looked, 
I could see small white pearls forming and dripping from 
Sue’s pussy onto Lena’s face and neck. Without invitation, 
and losing my control, I bent my face to hers, and licked a 
drop of Sue’s cum. Then with a gentle touch my tongue parted 
Lena’s lips, sharing the tasty jewel with her tongue. All 
this time, not a sound escaped her body, and suddenly a long 
soft moan went its way up her throat to be muffled in my 
mouth.

Sue moved to sit next to us, watching as we kissed. As I felt 
Lena’s body relax, I eased back, pausing to gently kiss her 
nipple, tugging at it with my lips. Sue and I wordlessly 
caressed her—arms, legs, stomach and face. A smile on her 
face, she opened her eyes and looked first at Sue, then 
towards me.

“H-How did you know?” She asked haltingly. “How did you know 
to do that?”

“One of your stories.” I replied. “I knew what you wanted 
from the story.”

I looked at Sue, and even with her tan, I could see the flush 
between her breasts. Our eyes met and locked, the lust still 
with us both. I stood, and helped her up, her hands reaching 
for my belt.

“Why don’t you lie down and let us both eat your pussy?” I 
asked.

“Hmmm. Sounds like lots of fun!” She smirked. “But what about 
you? You should be about to burst!” Her deft hands shoved my 
pants and shorts to the floor, and my cock, hard and very 
erect, stood there demanding some attention. Her hands 
ignored the demands and began unbuttoning my shirt. I reached 
out and caressed Sue’s nipples with the palms of my hands. As 
she removed my shirt, her hands ran down to my nipples and 
she bent over and sucked one onto her mouth, circling her 
tongue rapidly around it.

Lena watched, stroking her breasts and caressing her mound. 
Sue knelt and licked a drop of pre-cum from the head of my 
cock, just before her warm mouth engulfed me. I held on, 
trying to clear my head so that I wouldn’t cum right away. 
Pulling Sue up, I guided her to the bed and laid her down 
gently. Lena followed, crawling up from the foot of the bed, 
her body still damp with a fine sheen of perspiration.

As I began to kiss and caress Sue’s body, Lena moved close to 
her and she began sucking Sue’s nipples. My tongue parted her 
dark bush, tasting her sweet succulent juices. I lingered on 
the lips of her pussy, pulling on them with my lips, teasing 
with my tongue. Her movements told me what I already knew—
move higher! Sloowwwly I moved my tongue higher, finding her 
clit, engorged and ready, I circled it in slow motion several 
times. Then diving down again, I pushed my tongue into her 
hole as far as I could, tasting the honey-thick cream that 
flowed from her river. Further down, remembering one of 
Lena’s stories, I flicked my tongue rapidly over the area 
between her cunt and asshole. Her hips moving in response, I 
traced random patterns from her clit to her asshole, kneading 
other parts of her flesh with my fingers.

After several minutes, Sue was again covered with a shiny 
layer of perspiration, some forming droplets around her tits. 
Then I felt a hand on my cock, and looking up, realized that 
Lena had moved around to give me head. As her mouth worked up 
and down on my shaft, making it wet with her saliva, I tried 
to concentrate on Sue’s pussy. I ran my hands up her belly, 
pressing firmly on her skin until my hands reached her tits. 
One in each hand, I pushed them up, then squeezed, letting go 
rapidly so they would fall back by themselves. I ran my hands 
firmly down her sides, to grasp her hips and pull her cunt 
tightly against my lips.

Lena’s tongue caressed my balls, then ran up the underside of 
my cock. Her warm wet tongue tracing the circumcision scar, 
and then flicking the edge of the head backwards. It felt as 
if my cock were straining to grow another 3 inches, trying to 
continue the sensation. Her mouth engulfed the head, this 
time, her lips pressing tightly around that scar. Slowly she 
withdrew, making the edge of my cock-head force its way past 
her lips.

“Oh God! You’ll make me cum in no time doing THAT!” I 
muttered past Sue’s pussy.

Lena’s chuckle was full of lust and greed, telling me that is 
what she had intended. Sue’s clit, a red-pink pearl, peeked 
out at me, seeming like it wanted to grow too. I took her 
button between my lips, sucking it past them. I pressed down 
hard, trying to cut off the blood flow to it, then flicking 
my tongue rapidly over her clit, I released the pressure and 
felt it blossom against my lips and tongue. I slipped 
two...then three fingers into her pussy, hearing moist sounds 
as I did. My tongue danced from her labia to her clit, as my 
fingers tried to spread her pussy open. Her wetness spread 
down to the heel of my hand, making the bed wet.

Suddenly Sue’s legs clamped around my ears and her hips 
arched up off the bed. I stopped moving, feeling her clit 
pulse and her cunt grip my fingers tightly. As her hips 
lowered, I flicked her button lightly, once. Her hips moved 
again and I could feel her cunt trying to suck my hand up 
insider her. Her whole body convulsed and shuddered. Then we 
lay still, except for Lena who was hungrily sucking the head 
of my cock. In the excitement of Sue’s orgasm, I had somehow 
ignored Lena’s mouth, but now she seemed to be sucking me 
inside out. I raised my head and looked up at Sue, and she 
smiled down at me, mouthing the words “thank you” silently.

I sat up and pulled out of Lena’s mouth, her giving me a 
petulant pout, as if I’d taken away a toy (didn’t I?). I 
knelt on the bed, along side Sue’s knees and offered it to 
Lena again. As she knelt, leaning over onto her elbows, Sue 
began to fondle and play with Lena’s upturned ass. Sue wanted 
to watch, so she shifted for a better view, sliding her legs 
under Lena, with Lena’s breasts lightly brushing her bush.

Sue looked at me after a short while, asking the silent 
question “Aren’t you gonna cum?”.

“You know what I said to Lena to get her off.” I said. 
“That’ll work for me too. Talk to her. Try to make her cum 
too.”

Lena’s eyes looked up at me, amazed that someone shared her 
turn-on fantasy. Sue’s voice came huskily, questioning, to 
both of us.

“Ooooh! Would it turn you on to have some people come in, see 
you NAKED with me finger-fucking your shaved little pussy 
while you’re sucking cock? Maybe your boss from work? They 
walk in as I’m rubbing my pussy juice all over your tits, and 
he’s cumming in your mouth? They stand there, shocked, and 
watch as you smile at them, then you turn and kiss me hard 
with your gooey lips and tongue?”

My hips were trying to push more of my hard shaft into Lena’ 
mouth, and I could see drops of her saliva dripping from my 
cock and her mouth as she rocked her hips against Sue’s hand. 
A string was being pulled up my cock, tugging at my balls.

“Or would you rather have ‘em walk in while I’m sitting on 
your face, holding your legs wide open as he spurts his jism 
all over your little bare pussy? Then they can watch as I go 
down on your naked creamy lips. Get my face all wet with you 
both?”

Time ran out. Vesuvius erupted from within me, just as I saw 
Lena’s hips thrust hard against Sue’s hand. My lava-hot cum 
gushed from my cock into Lena’s throat. She unselfishly 
pulled back and tried to get Sue’s mouth into position before 
the next squirt. A thick white, stream of cum erupted too 
soon, catching Sue’s tits half way up. It seemed to glow 
whitely against her dark tan. Another contraction sent a wave 
of pleasure through me as another spurt landed half in Sue’s 
mouth, and half on her cheek. Lena moved closer as I leaned 
back, unable to sit up, and pulled my cock to her tits as she 
continued to stroke me. Warm cum ran over her tits and my 
cock as she tried to milk me dry. Sue bent down and licked 
the head, circling her tongue around and around.

I fell back, limp and sweaty. Both Lena & Sue were tasting my 
cum from various parts of each other’s bodies. I watched as 
hands moved between thighs. They played, and as Lena looked 
over at me, I smiled and mouthed a silent “thank you BOTH”.

We cuddled each other and kissed each other as we lay down, 
with Lena in the middle. I caressed both women, trying to 
draw them both closer, feeling warm and contented.

“Next time we meet,” I said quietly, “let’s go camping in the 
mountains. I’d really like to watch you gals outside in the 
bright sunshine.”

“It’s a date.” came two answers as one.

Good night and wet dreams—

A Story Just For Lena

Visiting VIP’s and other dignitaries are common at our 
offices, and we usually aren’t bothered by them. Now I was 
groaning as my boss told me that for the next two days I 
would be helping our Marketing department show a large group 
of people about our facilities.

“Hell, John. I’m a senior analyst,” I complained, “not a 
marketing type.”

“That’s why I’ve volunteered you.” my boss said. “You know 
what we can and can’t do with the software. Your job is to 
get ideas of what our customers are looking for and see if we 
can design something for them. Consider it as an 
‘intelligence-gathering’ mission.”

I went back to my office, grumbling to myself and wondering 
if this was going to be a dull two days of lost work. Looking 
at the calendar, I consoled myself with the thought “at least 
it’s on Thursday and Friday, a nice break just before the 
weekend”.

Thursday morning as I pulled into the parking lot, I was 
thinking about the various features of our systems that would 
impress our visitors, and I leaned the big Honda over too 
far, grinding the floorboards against the asphalt. “C’mon 
stupid,” I remarked to myself silently, “keep your mind on 
what you’re doing.” Little did I know that this would be a 
problem for the next two days.

Jeanie, our marketing guru, made the introductions and began 
to talk about the services we provide, cost savings, 
benefits, et cetera, ad nausem. I took the time to look over 
our guests, noting that most seemed to be the corporate 
professional types, dull and uninteresting. There were 
several women cut from that same mold in the group. All but 
two that is. One gal was an attractive brunette, late 
twenties, with a pleasant but not too dark tan. Her eyes were 
pale blue, a stark contrast to her dark features. She also 
wore a wedding ring that looked like it belonged in the J. 
Paul Getty family. The other woman, also looked like she was 
in her middle to late twenties, very attractive, tall, blonde 
and fair. I couldn’t see her as well since she was sitting on 
my side of the table, my view blocked by a fiftyish woman 
with a prudish look and a gold cross fixed to her Saks Fifth 
Avenue jacket.

Most of the morning wasted away with other department 
personnel speaking before I got up and talked about our 
computerized tracking system. Standing in front of the room, 
I could see the blonde quite well, and several times I was 
almost distracted from my presentation. She sat well down the 
table from me, taking notes, and the absence of a wedding 
ring was duly noted. But something else kept drawing my eyes 
back to her each time I looked at the group. Something. 
Something...familiar?

Later in the day, as we toured the facilities, I found myself 
waiting near the door as the group filtered into the room. 
The blonde came up and looked like she was going to say 
something to me when another guest asked her to hold his 
coffee cup while he fumbled with his briefcase. They passed 
through the portal, the moment for us lost. What was it about 
her, I wondered, that stirred something inside me? Should I 
know who she is? Like groping for a name that wouldn’t come, 
I searched my mind for a clue.

Further opportunities to speak to the her failed to appear 
until late in the day, when we adjourned outside to a display 
of our equipment. After a long promotional speech by one of 
our vice-presidents, our guests began to mill about, talking 
with one another. I spotted my mysterious blonde and headed 
over to talk to her. The crowd shifted and moved, and as we 
met, we found ourselves on the edge of the throng, staring 
into each other’s eyes.

“Hi” I said cheerfully, “Anything I can do for you?”

“As a matter of fact,” She replied, showing me a smile that 
turned my legs into something akin to Jell-O, “you can. I’ve 
been wondering about this all day—have we met?”

My heart skipped a beat. Then another. My the ground seemed 
to have acquired a tilt. I took a deep breath, intending to 
make a smooth reply, not to let her see how shocked I was.

I giggled.

“I don’t think so.” I chuckled in spite of myself. “In fact, 
I’ve been wondering the same thing about you all day.”

Now it was her turn to giggle.

We introduced ourselves (again) and the names didn’t 
register. We tried other companies we’d worked for, clubs and 
organizations, but nothing seemed to work. I stood, looking 
deeply into her gray eyes, lost inside of her. Her presence 
seemed to ignite a flutter deep inside my being. Stirring a 
feeling of warmth and closeness, making me want to reach my 
arms around her and hold her. She too seemed to stare into my 
eyes, searching them for some clue, some means to identify 
the feeling we both had.

As we walked back inside, side by side, I watched the grace 
with which she moved. She seemed to flow rather than walk, 
her movements as graceful as a cat. I held the door for her 
as she entered, returning her smile as she passed by. Her 
perfume was faint, almost a whisper, and it left me wanting 
to find and kiss the places she had applied it. We sat 
together in the conference room this time, and I felt elated 
that the day was coming to a close.

As people began leaving, some talking with other department 
reps, I asked her if she was coming back tomorrow for the 
second half of the tour.

“Yes,” She smiled, “my plane doesn’t leave until tomorrow 
night.”

“Oh, you’re from out of town?” I queried. “You didn’t mention 
that before.”

“Colorado, the Denver area.” She said as we walked toward the 
door.

“Denver?” I stopped dead in my tracks, holding the door part 
way open.

She looked at me questioningly, then seeing something in my 
eyes, her expression changed, one of—apprehension?

As we walked outside, I whispered quietly, not sure, “Lena?”

She stopped, searching my face, looking for some sign of how 
she should reply. I gestured to the big blue Honda, and asked 
her if she’d like to go for a ride.

Her head turned to me, eyes wide, “The Barber?” she asked.

Smiling, I took her hand, gazing into her eyes as I said, “P. 
Barber, at your service” and bent to gently kiss her delicate 
hand.

“I don’t believe this!” She exclaimed.

“Where are you staying? Or should I be so bold as to ask you 
to dinner tonight?”

We both laughed and agreed that dinner was a good idea. There 
were only several million questions we had for each other, 
not the least of which was one that would likely never be 
asked.

I followed her to her hotel, allowing her plenty of time to 
freshen and change into clothes appropriate for motorcycling. 
We left the hotel and headed south along the coast highway to 
Carmel. We had dinner in a candle-lit restaurant on the bay, 
sitting at a small table for two against the large plate-
glass windows, watching the sun sink against the Pacific 
ocean, lighting the skies with a pink and orange sunset. As 
we talked, I felt drawn to her, wanting to touch her and just 
gaze into her beautiful gray eyes. I felt, too, the desire to 
wrap myself in her laugh, her smile, her very presence giving 
me a high.

We strolled out into the warm evening air, feeling as though 
we’d just met again after many years. I took her arm in mine, 
as we strolled a few blocks to the Hog’s Breath Inn, Clint 
Eastwood’s cozy place, looking into the shop windows that 
lined the quiet streets. We talked more, about our writings 
to each other, and to others on the BBS system. About 
fantasies and dreams.

I could feel my desire for her building up inside. I could 
feel other things too and I tried to keep my mind on her 
words. As we left Carmel, riding back to her hotel, she 
reached forward and caressed my back, making goose-bumps rise 
on my arms. I reached back and caressed her leg, squeezing 
her knee softly. She replied by wrapping her arms low around 
me and hugging me gently.

As we pulled in to the hotel parking lot, I knew I didn’t 
want this to end with a “thank-you-it’s-been-a-lovely-
evening” goodnight. Parking the bike and putting away the 
spare helmet she’d worn, she solved my worries.

“Would you like to come up and talk some more?” She asked.

We went to her room, and as I laid my jacket on the chair, I 
turned to find her standing close to me, her nipples hard and 
visible through the cloth of her blouse. Wordlessly, I gently 
pulled her to me, feeling her breasts against my chest, her 
head tilted towards mine. As I gazed into her eyes, a warm 
feeling embraced me from within. I lowered my lips to hers 
and kissed her, gently. Her lips parted, and my tongue 
caressed hers, exploring her for the first time. Wanting to 
find her secrets, her passions. We melted into each others 
arms, becoming one in our desires.

As our kiss parted, we looked into each other’s eyes, as if 
seeing each other for the first time. I ran my hands lightly 
over her arms, bringing one hand to my lips, kissing her palm 
lightly. She caressed my palm with her nails, bringing my 
other hand up, kissing my palm lightly in return. I smiled, 
brushing my hand over her cheek, lifting her light hair up 
and back. I kissed her cheek delicately, moving further back 
to her ears, her earlobes, and down her neck. Her hands were 
caressing my back, my sides and my arms, each touch creating 
sparks inside my head. A soft sigh escaped from her lips as I 
kissed her neck below her ear.

She stepped back smiling at me, her hand on my chest, rooting 
my feet to the floor. Slowly, she began to unbutton her 
blouse, never taking her eyes from mine. I watched as each 
button was carefully undone, leaving her blouse open and 
inviting. She reached in, unfastening the front hook, and in 
one smooth motion removed her strapless bra, dropping it to 
the floor. Her full breasts moved sensuously beneath her open 
blouse, the nipples straining against the fabric. My tongue 
moved in my mouth, and I was trying to imagine the feel of 
her nipples responding to my kisses. This time, as she moved 
herself into my arms, my hands parted the front of her 
blouse, feeling the warm silkiness of her breasts brush my 
forearms, the soft skin of her sides and stomach as I reached 
around to caress her back. We kissed, passions flaring as our 
tongue met, my hands running up her back to pull her 
shoulders closer to me, pulling her blouse free from her 
pants. Her arms moved to her sides, her lips still against 
mine as I slid her blouse from her shoulders, letting it fall 
gently to the floor. Her arms wrapped around my neck, as she 
resumed the kiss in full earnest. My hands found her naked 
breasts, lifting and cupping each one. My fingers teased her 
nipples as her tongue followed mine into my mouth. Her hips 
moved against mine, feeling the bulge that was waiting for 
them.

This time I stepped back, unbuttoning my shirt, staring into 
her eyes. She watched, and each time her eyes strayed too low 
or too high, I paused, making the task take even longer than 
necessary. When, at last, I finished, she moved forward, 
reaching up and removing my shirt as she bent her head to 
kiss my chest. She ran her tongue under the ridge of my chest 
muscles, teasing them and me with how sensitive the skin was. 
Her lips found the nipple, taking it between her lips, 
sucking gently. My hands stroked her hair as she suckled, 
then she used her tongue, flicking my nipple rapidly back and 
forth in her mouth, making me moan softly. I placed my hand 
under her chin, bringing her lips up to mine and kissed her 
softly, running my tongue over her parted lips. Her hands 
caressed my chest and stomach, making the fires within me 
more urgent.

Again I stepped back, and she remained. Smiling, I knelt and 
began to unfasten her pants, kissing her stomach and licking 
lightly around her navel. As the zipper moved down, allowing 
her pants to fall away from her hips, I half circled her 
waist with short tiny kisses, pinching her flesh gently 
between my lips. Her pants fell to the floor, and I held them 
as she stepped out of each leg, kissing her thighs just above 
and inside each knee. Her musky fragrance filled the air, her 
moistness covered only by a small patch of cloth. Delicately, 
I leaned forward and kissed her through the thin material, 
breathing slowly and warmly against the sensitive skin. Her 
hands pushed gently at my head, and I reached up, gathering 
the elastic band into my fingers. Slowly I pulled them down, 
kissing each new patch of her skin that appeared. Slowly I 
worked my way down, kissing her bare mons, blowing a cooling 
breath after each lightly damp kiss. As the fabric stretched 
flat, leaving only her labia covered, I snaked my tongue 
between her legs, curling the tip and drawing slowly back, 
circling her most sensitive spot, savoring her aroma and 
taste. She breathed a soft moan and I kissed her mons just 
above, as I lowered the thin fabric to the floor. When she 
stepped out, I caught each leg, kissing her calves and the 
sensitive areas near her knees as I removed her socks. At 
last, she stood before me, naked and beautiful, looking down 
at me, her eyes gleaming.

I stood while she unfastened my belt and pants, kissing my 
chest and working her way down my stomach. As she knelt, her 
hands paused, gripping tightly against the fabric. She slid 
her thumbs around and in one slow, fluid motion slipped my 
pants and shorts to the floor. I watched as she blew cool 
breaths against the sensitive underside of my shaft, making 
it jump at the sensation. I stepped out of my clothes, while 
she repeated the way I had removed her socks, kissing my 
knees, making me want her even more.

She lifted her head and gently licked the very sensitive line 
running up between my balls with the very tip of her tongue. 
Her hand reached up, and held me straight as her tongue 
continued higher and higher, running the length of my shaft, 
to finally circle the head, making it grow and expand even 
more.

She stood and we embraced, kissing passionately as I slid my 
engorged shaft between her thighs, letting her feel the heat 
and pulsing of my heart through it. Her breasts flattened 
against my chest and I could feel the heat from them against 
me, and the warmth of her against my rod felt like it would 
set us aflame. Our tongues danced and I felt us melting 
together, our souls as intertwined as our tongues, our hands 
exploring each other. Time stopped. The universe around us 
ceased to exist. We were together, our passions about to 
become unleashed.

She moved us to the bed, and we laid down, still embracing, 
her on top, trying to melt down into me. Her legs straddled 
mine, my shaft throbbing against her shaved labia, her hips 
pushing forward against me. I pulled her lips from mine, 
holding her head inches above me, I stared into her eyes.

“Goddd!” I breathed, “I WANT you sooo much!”

“Take me.” She whispered back. “Take me tonight. Take me 
now.”

I pulled her mouth back to mine, and rocked my hips to move 
my aching cock between her moist lips. Her hips responded, 
moving to let me slide in. As I felt the head slip past and 
into her, my soft moan was lost in her mouth. We slowly 
inched together, savoring the touch of man against woman. Of 
man INSIDE woman. She moved back suddenly, just as I thrust 
upward, neither of us able to contain desire, passion, or 
lust any longer. We met at the base of my cock and deep 
inside at the door to her womb.

“Oooohhhhhh!” we both cried simultaneously.

A slow parting, as we both now looked intently at each other, 
watching our eyes, feeling our loins, feeling joined. We 
gained speed with each new stroke, our passions reaching new 
intensities. I could feel her wetness now, surrounding my 
cock buried deep inside her. She could feel the steel 
rigidity of me, plunging into her depths. My hands moved to 
her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them together. I 
leaned my head up, licking one nipple as she plunged down on 
my cock. I began to see the perspiration glisten on us both 
as the heat of our passion filled the room. Musky fragrances 
hung in the air.

I sat up, grabbing her and pulling her to me, kissing her 
fiercely, crushing her breasts against my chest. Her arms 
around my neck, she returned my kiss feverishly, her tongue 
dancing rapidly in my mouth.

We rolled over, with me staying inside her as we laid back on 
the bed. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me into her 
burning pussy. My hands found hers and our fingers 
intertwined as we plunged on and down, into the depths of our 
desires. My lips found her nipple, shiny and wet from before. 
I kissed it, sucking it into my mouth to flick my tongue over 
it. Her pussy contracted around my shaft, her ring holding 
onto me tight. I stopped moving and flexed my shaft back at 
her, causing her to gasp. Her hips moved again, drawing me 
deeper into her warm wet pool. I turned my head, biting her 
other nipple softly, pulling it away from her until her 
breast stretched slightly. Again her pussy grabbed for me, 
but this time I continued to move, not letting her feel the 
throbbing. I licked the flat valley between her breasts with 
the tip of my tongue, sliding deep into her again. As I 
slowly pulled back, I gripped the first nipple in my mouth, 
waiting until just the very tip of my cock was still inside 
her. Then pinching with my lips, and flicking with my tongue 
I pulled her nipple again, waiting for her to contract. As I 
felt her grasp, I slowly slid into her pussy, past her tight 
ring, moving deeper and deeper. Each time she eased up, I 
pulled or pinched her nipple, making her grip me again. At 
full depth, I laid still, releasing her nipple and looking 
into her eyes. Waiting a full two seconds I flexed within 
her, lightly until she contracted, then hard, while she 
gripped me. Her pussy responded clenching tight around my 
cock, forced it to swell larger inside her, expanding her, 
filling her.

Her hips lifted up, legs trembling, she moaned loudly and 
came.

As her pussy contracted around me, spasming in orgasm, I 
flexed again, as hard as I could, pushing against her soft 
velvety skin.

“Ohhhhh yessss!” she cried as her hips rotated and forced 
themselves up, tight against me, trying to draw me deeper.

I waited until I felt her just beginning to grab me again and 
flexed my cock hard against her, feeling her pussy make me 
swell again. Cries came from her lips, and as she relaxed, I 
began to withdraw. Her eyes opened, pleading for me not to 
pull away. My smile was one of pleasure as I held my cock 
part way in, the taper of my cock even with her ring of 
pleasure, waiting for the next wave to wash over her. She 
wanted me deep inside her and I had moved back, telling her 
with my eyes to lay still. When she again clenched down, this 
time on the curve of my cock, positioned just right, her 
pussy sucked me down deep inside.

“Ohhhhhhh God!” her voice was high pitched. “Ohhhhmmm.”

I leaned forward, covering her neck, her cheek, her eyelids, 
with quick light kisses. Her legs drew me to her, as I felt 
her pussy begin to relax. Sweat covered us both, and I could 
feel it running down my back as I lay between her legs. I 
could feel the sweat on her thighs against my sides, and her 
breasts shone in the light.

“Feeling happy sunshine?” I asked.

“Hmm-Ummmmm!” came her reply.

As soon as her eyes opened, I flexed once again, watching as 
she felt it, her eyes opening wider, the pupils dilating.

“Oh! Nasty boy!” She smiled.

“I have an nice idea,” I chuckled back, “but I’ll have to get 
up first.”

“Nooo!” She pouted. “I don’t want you to go.” She locked her 
ankles around me, pulling into her, pinning me to her.

“Greedy.” I said.

“Uh-huh!”

“C’mon sweetie, this’ll only take a few seconds.” I pleaded.

She looked at me, and softly “I want to feel you go soft 
inside me.”

“Might take a while.” I smiled back, “I haven’t come yet.”

At her quizzical look, I pulled back, letting her feel that I 
was still fully hard, and ready for more.

“And besides,” I explained, “After all those stories, you 
didn’t think that I’d let you only have one did you?”

“Smarty. I had two just now!”

We kissed and held each other tightly for a few more minutes 
before finally I went and rummaged in my jacket, looking back 
at the bed where she lay, propped up on her elbows, watching 
me. Her graceful form, damp with sweat, glistening and shiny 
in the light. Her legs slightly apart, her bare pussy, lips 
full, begging me to return. She shook her head, creating aura 
of golden hair, making her breasts move seductively, as she 
watched curiously. Finding what I was looking for, I moved 
across the room, picking up the ashtrays as I went. I crossed 
the main room and shut off the lights. I went into the dark 
bath, and returned a moment later.

The small candles I’d picked up at the restaurant flickered 
nicely as I moved around the main room, placing them at 
different angles to the bed. Once finished, I returned to 
this warm, passionate woman who filled me with desire.

“Let’s make the rest memorable.” I whispered.

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me much too 
briefly, then hugged me tight.

“Yes,” She said, “I want it to be special too.”

I laid her back against the pillows, holding her arms as she 
went. Moving down, I kissed the insides of her thighs, 
caressing her gently with my lips. I moved randomly from 
thigh to thigh, working my way upwards, towards her naked 
pussy. Just as I reached her pussy, I paused, looking at her 
nakedness closely in the flickering candlelight. So soft and 
sensitive and desirable. I kissed her mons gently, barely 
touching her. As I worked down now, I could almost taste the 
fragrant wetness between her legs. I tipped my head and let 
my hair brush gently over her bare mons. She sounded her 
pleasure to me, and I bent my self lower, spreading her legs 
wide. I kissed that sensitive place where her thighs, cheeks, 
and pussy meet. That flat little area next to her lips. I ran 
my tongue up one side, down the other, ignoring her moist 
pussy and her swollen lips. I slid my tongue down, flicking 
it softly over the soft flesh between her front and back 
holes. Her hips rose up, begging for more there.

I slid my hand under her cheeks, cupping them and lifting her 
off the bed. I ran my tongue along the line that forms the 
bottom of one cheek. Then back to the area between her holes, 
where I flicked my tongue fast and light. Her moans were soft 
and full of pleasure, as I lowered her back to the bed. I 
moved closer, raising her legs over my shoulders and bringing 
my hands around her hips. Two fingers parted the upper lips 
of her pussy, baring her swollen clit to me. Peeking out like 
a pearl, I saw it was wet and shiny. I breathed softly and 
hotly against it, making her wait, following with a light 
cool breath. Then I touched it with just the tip of my 
tongue, staying as still as I could be. She moaned, loud in 
frustration. I flicked my tongue and began to circle, slowly, 
stopping each time she raised her hips.

“Don’t tease me!” She half commanded, half pleaded.

I ran my tongue down, parting her lips as I went, finding her 
sweet wet hole. I flicked my tongue against the sides of her 
hole, then up to the lips of her pussy. I sucked each one 
into my mouth, running my tongue over them, pulling and 
playfully tugging them taut. Back and forth, up and down I 
went, teasing, taunting, playing, pulling until her hips were 
rocking and swaying. I found her button, and sucked it into 
my mouth, squeezing it softly between my lips, my tongue 
circling it rapidly. I could feel it swell between my lips, 
and giving it one farewell flick, let it go. As it receded 
from my mouth, I ran my tongue down the full length of her 
slit, greedily lapping up her wetness. As I moved up, I slid 
two fingers into her sopping pussy, my tongue circling her 
clit again. Her hips were moving up and down, and I pushed my 
fingers all the way in, feeling her wet juices flowing into 
the palm of my hand. I locked my mouth over her clit, 
flicking her quickly, and pulling my fingers out slowly. I 
looked up to see her in candlelight, her hands cupping her 
tits hard; on the edge; ready.

When my fingers were halfway out, I stopped. I sucked her 
clit into my mouth as hard as I could, spreading my fingers 
at the same time. I pressed my lips together slowing the 
blood flow to her all important place. As I closed my 
fingers, then reopened them, spreading her pussy wide, I bent 
them upwards toward her stomach, touching her from inside. 
Then I let go of her clit and the soft flesh surrounding it. 
Blood flowed and after a second, I flicked my tongue once 
over it.

Her legs closed tightly around me, her hips arching off the 
bed. Her hands squeezed her tits and nipples hard, her head 
thrown back, stomach tense. She came down only to raise up 
again after taking a short breath. I could feel her pussy 
contracting around my fingers, squeezing them closed. I let 
her squeeze, forcing my fingers apart when she relaxed. As 
her contractions slowed, I gently kissed her thighs, thanking 
her for letting me make her happy.

I lay behind her, holding her in my arms, kissing the back of 
her neck while she relaxed, a smile on her face.

“You’re soo sweet.” I said. “I could eat you and love you for 
hours at a time.”

She cooed, pressing her back against my chest as I hugged her 
closer. I ran my hand over her thigh, admiring her form in 
candlelight. I felt the smoothness of her thigh, marveled at 
her graceful lines. I caressed her lean stomach, running my 
hands under the line of her breasts, then down again to her 
thighs. I purred into her ear.

We cuddled and spoke softly for almost an hour, my cock 
wilting like a flower. I was happy and content, cuddled next 
to her, feeling at peace with the world. As she stirred on 
her side, my hand cupping her lower breast caressed its way 
down to her silky smooth mons, lingering on her bare skin. 
She sighed softly, leaning back into me slightly, I kissed 
the nape of her neck, working my way up and over behind her 
ear. As she leaned back and turned slightly, her legs parted 
and my fingers slipped easily between her legs, caressing her 
still damp lips. Her head turned, and we kissed. Slow and 
leisurely. I caressed her pussy, my fingers teasing around 
her clit without actually touching it.

She sat up slowly, pushing me onto the pillows, her hair 
flowing around her head, her breasts swinging as she leaned 
forward. Moving over she quickly took my slowly rising cock 
into her mouth. Still soft, she engulfed me down to the base, 
moving her tongue inside her mouth. As she pulled back, her 
lips pressed against my flesh, and I could feel myself 
beginning to rise. Her hair cascaded down, brushing my thighs 
and stomach, looking like a golden aura in the dim candlelit 
room. Her figure was all graceful curves, accentuated by 
shadows, appearing to fade into nothingness at the edges. 
Grasping me, she ran her tongue around the head and down to 
the sensitive scar left from the circumcision at birth. I 
laid back, enjoying the sensation of her mouth and tongue on 
me. She licked the underside of my shaft, flicking her tongue 
over the edges of the head, making me smile and moan softly. 
Her tongue traced the veins over my cock, and back up to suck 
me into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue 
wicked and seductive. As she sucked me into her mouth, I 
could feel the head hit the back of her mouth, forcing 
another moan from my lips.

She ran her tongue down the underside, continuing down the 
sacks of my balls tracing the sensitive line between them. 
Down still, lifting my balls to flick her tongue at the 
sensitive area underneath, between the base of my cock and 
anus. As her tongue flicked, my hips rose and I moaned 
softly. She worked back up, taking the soft skin of my sack 
into her mouth and sucked gently. Then she softly and gently 
sucked one of my balls into her mouth, her tongue caressing 
it on all sides. My cock swelled, turning purple-red as she 
tongued each one, all the while stroking my cock up and down, 
squeezing tightly on the upstroke. She sucked again on the 
sacks, and blew gently on them, making me squirm for her 
tongue. She slid upwards, licking my cock everywhere with her 
tongue tip. Reaching the top, she sat up slightly, smiling 
into my eyes as she pressed the head against a nipple, 
kissing at me silently. She bent down, circling the head with 
her tongue. Her breasts touched my balls, sending a shiver 
through me, and running the length of my shaft. She again 
sucked me into her mouth, her tongue flicking the underside 
ridge hard. Moaning again, I arched my hips, wanting her to 
swallow all seven hard inches of me. When she again sat up, 
she rubbed my cock, wet with her saliva, over and between 
both her breasts, pressing it hard against her nipples, and 
all the while smiling at me, running her wicked tongue 
seductively over her lips and teeth.

Her mouth engulfed me again, this time taking me deep into 
her mouth. I could feel the head move past the back of her 
mouth and enter her throat. Afraid to move, fearing to choke 
her, I strained not to flex or push with my hips. Her lips 
grabbed, trying to work me deeper into her mouth. Sweating 
with the effort, wanting to push and flex and come in her 
mouth, I laid back and moaned loudly.

“Ohhhhhhh Goddd!”

Her nails raked my thighs, as she slowly rose up my shaft. 
Her tongue worked around the underside, pressing against the 
ridge. When she raised her head and looked at me, candlelight 
made the tears glisten in my eyes.

“Had enough?” She smiled with a mischievous grin.

“Ohhh, Yesss.” I replied, wanting more, but wanting HER most 
of all. “Come here and fuck me. I want you, I want you NOW!”

She moved up and straddled my hips, lowering herself slowly 
on to my rigid tool. I felt the lips of her pussy part, 
letting me slide past, into her warm wet depths. She 
controlled me now. Her every move had me at her mercy. She 
slooooowly lowered herself, raising up when I tried to move 
deeper into her.

“Oh no.” She said, smiling wickedly. “Mustn’t rush.”

“Ooooh, you tease!” I joked back. “You wicked little tease.”

She laughed and continued her slow descent, stopping just 
before she had me entirely within her.

“What do you want?” She whispered, obviously knowing the 
answer.

“YOU!” I cried, “I want YOU! I WANT you!”

She sat down, taking me fully inside of her, my balls against 
her ass.

“Ohhh yes. Fuck me.” I pleaded.

Slowly, she raised herself off my cock, hot and moist with 
her wetness. I moaned as I felt every inch, every caress of 
her slick pussy against me. My cock ached to feel her move 
quickly, but part of me wanted to continue this pleasant 
“torture” forever. She raised up, keeping only the head 
inside of her, clenching her muscles against the soft 
sensitive end of my cock.

“Ohhh, stop teasing me! I want to fuck you!” I moaned.

Her hips came crashing down to meet mine. So quick was her 
descent I didn’t have time to prepare, and now I half sat up, 
trying in vain to lift my hips, drive deeper into her. She 
raised up and plunged down again, driving me deep. Again she 
moved quickly, this time my hips moved up to meet hers, and I 
touched bottom, making her gasp quickly.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I reached down and 
around her, my hands cupping her cheeks. Lifting her up and 
pulling her down I began to move faster. She leaned forward, 
her breasts moving at each new thrust. I moved my feet under, 
giving my hips leverage, and plunged deep again and again.

“Yesss, yesss, fuck me hard. Come inside me, come deep inside 
me.”

I moved one hand up her back, pulling her head down to mine, 
kissing her with a passion and intensity I’d never felt 
before. Our tongues met, her breasts moved against my chest 
and I could feel her wetness running down my cock, making my 
balls wet and slick.

My other hand came up, and she laid down fully against me, 
pushing her hips back against mine. I moved my calves over 
hers, hooking my feet around and under, locking us together, 
giving her something to grab onto. Her hips and mine moved in 
a primal rhythm. Her pussy pulled and sucked at my cock, 
trying to draw it deeper. My cock pulsed and throbbed, 
plunging deep into her, trying to reach deeper yet. We 
stopped kissing to breathe, both of us moaning instead. Her 
back arched, her blonde hair flailing wildly, our sweaty 
bodies wet and slick made noises that aroused us both.

“I want to fill you!” I hissed, “I want to take you over the 
edge with me! Come with me! Come WITH me!”

She moaned and fell against me, her pussy contracting around 
my cock. When I felt her starting to come, a dam broke deep 
inside me. I felt a surging rush start upwards, making my 
cock swell and my balls ache. She felt me grow inside her, my 
thrusts long; hard; massive.

“Cum babee cum!” She shouted.

My arms pulled her to me, her lips met mine and we kissing in 
a blind lust, tongues pressed together, arms and legs wrapped 
around each other, sweat covering our bodies.

“Hmmmmmm! Unnnngg!” I moaned into her mouth, as I came.

Buried deep inside of her, my cock launched a geyser of 
sperm. I could feel her pussy grip me tightly as I came. She 
was still comming, her pussy squeezing me tight, milking me. 
Moaning into each other’s mouths we both came again. Her 
pussy still contracting, I gushed another surge into her, 
feeling now the warm mingling of our juices.

She squeezed. I gushed. Squeeze. Gush. Squeeze. Gush. 
Squeeze. Gush. Silence. Bliss.

As we slowly recovered, our mouths together, I licked her 
tongue with mine, bringing us both from what felt like a 
trance. Her tongue replied, caressing mine gently. Her tongue 
began to withdraw, and as she did, my cock gave a reflexive 
twitch, sending shock waves through her and back to me. Her 
tongue plunged into my mouth again, and we kissed 
passionately, realizing what we had just shared. As we 
calmed, we kept kissing with shorter kisses, each more tender 
than the one before it. Finally, she put her head on my 
shoulder, relaxing completely. I held her close, feeling my 
cock growing limp inside her velvety softness.

“Thank you.” I barely whispered.

She purred against my shoulder, saying something I couldn’t 
hear. I ran my hands down her damp back, caressed her behind 
gently, bringing my hands back up, then down her arms, 
wrapped around my neck. The candles were still flickering 
away, as we drifted off to sleep, still joined together.

We woke at about two in the morning, her head resting on my 
chest, our legs around each other. The candles had burned 
out, leaving us in darkness. Our lips met, and we kissed 
lazily, enjoying the closeness in the warm room. We talked 
for a while, holding each other close. In the morning, she 
would call the airline and see if she could re-schedule her 
flight back to Denver for Sunday night, giving us the 
weekend. At least for now, we had each other, and we curled 
up close, happy and content, and drifted off to sleep.

PART II - Friday

After our night together, we talked over breakfast about how 
we seemed to be in touch with each other’s need’s. We found, 
to our mutual surprise, that we’d both been reluctant to 
participate in the meeting that brought us together. Also we 
found that once near, we felt the presence of each other. 
That strange, indescribable feeling of familiarity, yet not. 
Deja vu?

The meeting on Friday went well, and we kept our heads firmly 
attached and cool throughout. I answered questions for the 
group, and was proud of the fact that I was able to calmly 
and professionally answer hers, without any awkward “signs” 
appearing. Knowing that we had the weekend together made it 
seem like years before the meeting finally parted. Always the 
Galahad, I walked her to her rental car, telling her how much 
I wanted to be in her arms again. We dared to tempt the 
fates, kissing long and deep, through the open window, while 
she sat in her car. She returned to her hotel room to pack 
and prepare to leave for an exciting weekend. I returned to 
my job, praying for a massive two hour power failure that 
would let me leave early.

We swing by my place, dropping off her rental car and 
luggage, and pack the motorcycle for a weekend to remember. 
We’re off very shortly, giggling like two teenagers that have 
just put one over on the parents. The helmets have headsets 
and we chat over the taped music, making suggestive remarks 
to each other, laughing at double entendres, and thinking of 
new ideas for stories and adventures. Three hours of riding 
later, it is nearing dark, and we pull into a small Sierra 
town of Angel’s Camp. Winding up several dark roads, we make 
our last turn into the carport of an A-frame cabin well away 
from the world.

“I thought you said we’d be camping.”

“We will, tomorrow night.” I reply, “The perfect spot, about 
2 miles from here. An easy walk—if it’s daylight.”

“Well, who’s place is this anyway?” She asks, wondering.

“One half of it is mine.” I smile.

“Yours?” She looks at me again, “Does anyone live here?”

“No, my brother and I share it. He’s the ski bum, using it in 
the winter, and I use it in the summer, when I can ride up 
here.”

Once inside, the roomy open living room and lofty ceiling 
feel open, yet safe and secure. I watch as she explores the 
cabin, finally coming back into the living room. I pull her 
to me as she is about to walk past.

“Kiss me.” I whisper, looking into her dark gray eyes.

We kiss, wrapping ourselves around each other as we do. I 
feel her lips part, and my tongue caresses them gently as it 
passes, searching for her tongue. I feel her breasts, warm 
and soft, pressing against my chest. Her arms surround my 
head, bringing me to her, her hips move towards mine. We 
begin to melt into each other, feeling the world outside 
dissolve away. My hands move down her back, pulling her 
tightly to me. Her tongue tries to avoid mine, playfully 
trying to play hide ‘n seek. It only heightens our passions, 
and we begin to caress each other all over. My hand finds her 
breast, sliding just the thumb and forefinger under it I lift 
and let it slide slowly and delicately back, squeezing it to 
a stop just before her nipple slides past. Her hand reaches 
down, finds my erection, bulging hard against my pants. She 
rubs me up and down, squeezes my shaft hard between all four 
fingers and the palm of her hand. I moan, pushing my hips 
forward.

“Would you like me to build us a fire?” I ask as our kiss 
stops, our eyes inches apart.

“Yes, that would be lovely.” She replies.

We settle in, with me starting a fire, and spreading blankets 
and some pillows by the large fireplace. She returns from 
outside, bringing our belongings from the bike into the 
house. We cuddle on the blanket, facing the fire, kissing and 
caressing each other, looking into each other’s eyes.

Her gray eyes reflect the fire, making it look as though the 
fire is IN her eyes, in her soul. My hand strays, down her 
shoulder, stroking her arm, fingertips lightly touching her 
forearms and hands. She’s letting me touch her, feeling it, 
not trying to return it, but letting me please her. My head 
tilts as I kiss her neck. Softly, quietly, my lips touch her 
soft and sensitive skin, touching lightly and closing gently. 
My hand rises and I run my fingertips down her blouse, down 
the valley between her breasts, brushing only lightly against 
her full breasts. My kisses continue slowly downward, 
spiraling around her neck, taking their time. My hand is 
stroking the valley between her breasts, and now, circling 
under them, again only lightly brushing her breasts. Her 
nipples are rising against the fabric, yearning to be 
touched. My lips reach her neckline, kissing down further, my 
tongue licking gently against the small hollow where her neck 
meets her chest. Using the arm behind her neck, I turn her 
face towards mine, and kiss her lightly on the lips. My hand 
roams lower, lightly running down her stomach, circling 
around and then going lower again. I kiss her cheek, softly 
exhaling my warm breath against her skin. My hand has found 
her thigh, and I squeeze it gently. I tip my head back to her 
neckline, and while my hand roves and explores the inside of 
her thighs I begin to unbutton her blouse with my lips, 
kissing each newly exposed area as I kissed her neck.

The fire is building along with our passions, flickering over 
her skin, casting dancing shadows around us. The fire warms 
us, making us feel our passions burning, heating us up. My 
fingers rake against her pants, feeling her skin underneath, 
warm and soft. I’m down to a button that’s partially hidden 
beneath her pants, leaving her blouse open down the front. I 
move my hand and unbutton her pants while running my tongue 
from her navel to her neck, leaving a light dampness on her 
to catch the flickering firelight. My lips return and 
unfasten the last button, before my teeth grip and pull the 
zipper to her pants. Slowwwly I pull the zipper down, 
teasing, and taunting.

I sit up, gazing at her, her eyes closed, as my hands slide 
under her blouse, caressing her sides and stomach, sliding 
upwards towards her breasts. Her nipples are hard and stiff, 
showing through blouse and bra. My hands slowly arrive under 
her breasts, palms on her sides, I push them up and together, 
making them stand upright. Leaning over, my lips pull the 
blouse away, and I place my open mouth barely above her 
nipples, breathing soft warm air against them, one at a time. 
Her breathing is deeper, her back arching up slightly as her 
nipples try to find my mouth. I slide my hands behind her 
back, pulling her upright, her lips to mine and we kiss.

Her tongue finds mine and dances wildly about. Her lips suck 
my tongue into her mouth, her arms under mine, hands against 
my shoulders, I’m being drawn deeper into her. Her blouse and 
bra fall away, leaving her breasts to move freely, free to be 
touched and caressed. I lay her down, gently against the 
pillows, and move my lips quickly down her neck, down to her 
chest. Again I tease, breathing against her nipples, running 
my tongue around and under her beautifully full breasts. Her 
hands find my head, guiding me to her nipples. I take her 
nipple completely into my mouth, squeezing gently with my 
lips, letting it sloowwly slide out, holding on to it then 
letting go. I take the other nipple, running my tongue around 
her areola inside my mouth. I pull gently, pulling her nipple 
up and back from her breast, flicking the little bud with my 
tongue.

The heat of the fire warms the room, and us. I move and slide 
her pants from her hips, taking her panties with them, making 
her naked in the warm fluttering firelight. I place a warm, 
breathy kiss on her shaved mons, grasping the tender, 
sensitive flesh between my lips, touching her nowhere else, I 
flick my tongue lightly over her hooded clit, making her gasp 
lightly.

I stand, looking down at her, naked in firelight, as I 
unfasten the buttons on my sleeves. She looks at me, her hips 
moving, her breasts swaying as she breathes deeply. Fire 
dances in her eyes, yet her face is in shadow, looking away 
from the fire, at me. Could it be a reflection? Or is it that 
I have ignited her fire?

She sits up, facing me, and begins by removing my socks, 
rolling them down my legs, then sliding her hands up my 
calves, caressing and touching them lightly. She sits up, her 
hands unfastening my belt and pants, her touch light, 
delicate, but urgent. She slides my pants to the floor, and 
kisses the insides of my thighs, as I step out of them. Her 
hands run up the legs of my boxer shorts, her nails lightly 
raking my skin. Her hands run around behind me, her finger 
tips touching the bottom of my cheeks. She leans forward, and 
kisses my hard cock through the fabric, blowing her hot 
breath against my balls. My cock flexes, looking for the exit 
from the confining material. Her hands slide down my thighs, 
and at the last second, she pulls the shorts down, holding on 
to the legs. My cock springs free, still surrounded by the 
long tail of my shirt.

The shorts discarded, she begins unbuttoning my shirt, from 
the top down. She’s kneeling, reaching up, her breasts 
touching me through the fabric of the shirt-tail. My cock is 
straining to touch her breasts. She works her way down 
slowly, teasing me, smiling up into my eyes. Is that really 
only a reflection?

My shirt falls away, my cock nestled in her breasts, as she 
rubs them against me, pushing them against my balls. Her 
tongue flicks out, tasting the pearl drop at the end of my 
rigid cock. She bends her head, lifting my cock with one 
hand, she runs her tongue around one of my balls, flicking 
the soft skin surrounding it. She sucks one into her mouth, 
tracing random patterns on it with her tongue. Then the 
other. She kisses the inside of each thigh before she engulfs 
me with her mouth. I moan, tossing my head back. She holds me 
in her mouth, feeling the flexing and throbbing of my shaft. 
Licking around the head, and flicking the underside ridge 
hard, she begins to coax my balls with her fingertips. 
They’re both hanging very low, away from my cock, and she 
cups them in her hand, weighing them, feeling the soft skin. 
She pauses to run her tongue over them, forcing me to moan 
again, as my cock stretches and reaches for her. I look down, 
and she sits back, legs open and inviting, supporting herself 
on one hand. Her other hand reaches between her thighs, 
moving briefly, then she brings it to her right nipple, 
rubbing her slick juices around the areola, making them shine 
in the firelight. She looks up at me, fire still dancing in 
her eyes, and brushes her hand across her chest, licking her 
lips as she cups one tit up to me, inviting me to come on 
her.

I can’t stand it, and I kneel on the floor, pushing her back 
and laying her flat. I move between her legs, sliding my arms 
under her thighs, bringing my lips close to her pussy.

“I want to taste you. I you to come in my mouth.” I breathe 
hotly on her.

My tongue touches her, sliding down from her mons, over her 
clit, and down to the lips of her pussy, licking the thick 
nectar from her, I continue down, down to her entry. I push 
my tongue in as far as it will go, moving it back and forth, 
up and down, teasing her pussy. Her hips move, lifting her up 
to meet my tongue. My tongue flicks lower still, teasing her 
just below her opening, the soft flesh damp with her 
fragrance. Her hips arch now, trying to thrust against me, 
her moans soft and purring.

I run my hands lightly over her sides, my fingers sliding 
together at the middle of her stomach. Together my hands run 
up, fingertips lightly touching her, straight up from her 
stomach, between her breasts, flaring apart and circling her 
breasts. Circles within circles, each smaller that the one 
before, my fingertip caress, moving closer to her nipples. My 
tongue slides inside her pussy as my fingers find and squeeze 
her nipples, twisting and pulling on the hard little buds.

She melts into my mouth, flowing like a river, wetting my 
tongue and face, her breathing is heavy, her hands pressing 
mine tightly against her breasts. I can see her mouth is 
open, forming soft O’s as my tongue caresses her labia. 
Pulling each one of her pussy lips into my mouth, I flick my 
tongue over and around the soft warm skin, pulling and 
sucking it, making it taut against her pussy. I Run my tongue 
against the sides of her thighs down to her pussy, pressing 
hard against her flesh.

The heat of our bodies, the fire, our desires covers us with 
a fine layer of perspiration, just a light dampness that 
forms sparkles on her skin, reflecting the dancing firelight.

My tongue runs down her bare mons, flicking rapidly over her 
sensitive and soft skin, leaving a wet trail towards its 
destination. I use my tongue to part the folds of her flesh, 
exposing her clit, peeking boldly from under its hood. I 
circle it slowly, enjoying her reaction, her hips moving and 
swaying gently against my tongue. Faster I circle, running my 
tongue down her slit every few seconds, lapping up a thick 
rich cream from her opening, bringing my tongue back up to 
circle her clit again.

I watch this beautiful creature respond, her skin soft and 
golden in the firelight, her breasts swaying gently with her 
breathing, her hips moving in a seductive rhythm, her 
breathing loud but soft too. I watch, waiting for the right 
moment, knowing that she will think me cruel, but thank me 
for it later. I want that moment to arrive quickly, or my 
burning passion will drive me out of control too, unable to 
prolong our ecstasy.

The right moment arrives, I feel her body tensing, getting 
ready. I pull all contact away from her pussy, kissing her 
soft thighs instead. I can hear her breathing, see her hands 
cupping her breasts, her hips moving, looking for me, looking 
for contact. I run my hands under her ass, cupping and 
squeezing her cheeks, spreading them, kneading them. Her rush 
interrupted, she makes a pleading moan, begging for me to 
continue.

Ignoring her pleas, my lips move to her mons, kissing her 
gently, high up away from her clit, teasing the soft flesh—so 
close! So far away! Her hips move up, trying to offer the 
right spot. My tongue circles her navel drawing a wet circle 
before returning to her mons. Her moans are becoming 
insistent, short, and angry.

My hands slide down, under her thighs, lifting them up, up 
and back, her knees back towards her chest. She is fully open 
to me now, and I can feel the burning heat from her pussy. I 
glide my tongue down the backs of her thighs, still teasing 
and prolonging her pleasant agony. Her musky aroma calls to 
me, driving me close to the edge. My tongue follows the 
inside of her thigh, coming close, promising to touch her 
clit, passing by the edge at the last second. She moans her 
disappointment, changing as my tongue finds her wet opening, 
flicking quickly around and diving inside. I feel her pussy 
grasp for my tongue, sending small waves of succulent cream 
in my mouth. Her wetness is all around me, on my face, my 
chin, her thighs, her mons, all slick from my tongue and her 
cream. Everywhere it seems, and I want to lick and taste it 
all. The urge to impale us both on my cock is so great, but I 
want her this way first even more. I put my mouth to her very 
wet opening and suck, wanting to suck the juices from her, to 
drink of her. Her small cries of pleasure excite me even 
more, telling me what I wanted. The time is right, and I move 
up with my tongue, flicking it back and forth, stopping just 
below her clit. Her hips move and buck, trying to get her 
clit under my tongue. I pull my head back, watching her hips 
move and plead for release, lowering her legs back by my 
sides.

“Come for me baby.” I whisper. “Come.”

I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, 
feeling her pulse throbbing from within her sensitive button. 
I slide two fingers inside her drenched pussy, trying to hold 
them open against her ever increasing contractions. She moans 
softly, closing her legs around me, her pussy grabs and 
squeezes my fingers. My mouth is still, feeling the throbbing 
of her clit as she comes. I feel her juice run down my 
fingers, into my hand. I lay still, waiting for her first 
wave to pass, then my tongue caresses her soft flesh around 
her clit, starting another wave of intense pleasure. She 
cries out, shocked by the intensity.

I sit up, licking her tasty cream from my fingers, sliding 
next to her in the firelight. I pull her close to me, feeling 
her warmth, her skin damp with our exertions. We kiss gently, 
lovingly my face still wet with her. My cock throbs against 
her stomach and mons, my balls resting against her sensitive 
clit.

Now it is her turn to surprise me, as her tongue licks her 
cream from my face, my chin, tasting herself. Her hands pull 
me to her, urgent and wanting. I can feel my cock pressing 
against her, and she rolls me over onto my back. Again I see 
fire in her eyes, dancing wildly. If only I could really be 
sure it Was a reflection...

She slides down me, sensuously, my cock sliding up between 
her breasts. She presses her breasts against my cock, and 
works me up and down, licking at the head as it comes up. She 
raises herself and leans up, kissing my nipple and circling 
the small areola with her tongue. She takes it into her 
mouth, pulling and suckling on it, making my cock flex and 
throb against her. She chuckles wickedly around my nipple, 
her hands roaming my body.

She moves down, laying between my legs, and starts kissing my 
thighs, her hands sliding under my hips, cupping my ass, 
squeezing gently. Her tongue finds the sensitive line between 
my balls, following it up and down, making me moan loudly. 
She lifts my balls, tonguing the underside of their sacks, 
and the soft flesh above my nether hole. I feel soft warm 
breaths blowing against the damp skin, her tongue flicking up 
and down. My legs quiver, my back arches, and I moan again. 
She is driving me slowly insane, bringing my lusts and 
desires all to the surface, threatening to boil me over. Her 
tongue returns to my balls, playfully teasing them, ignoring 
my rigid cock that demands her touch, her tongue. She sucks 
each ball into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, sending 
me into a dreamworld of pleasure, not sensing anything but 
her mouth upon me.

All at once, her mouth in around my cock, sucking me down. I 
moan, and raise my hips, trying to bury myself within her. 
Her hand cups and fondles my balls, while her tongue slides 
down my shaft, flicking and teasing me, making me rigid with 
pleasure. She takes the head into her mouth, tonguing it with 
large circles. Her hand grasps my shaft, squeezing it 
tightly, her fingertips pressing it against her palm. I flex, 
and she feels the head swell, trying to fill her mouth. Her 
head descends, swallowing me deep into her mouth, the head 
pressing against the entry to her throat. As she pulls back, 
my cock glistens in the yellow firelight. Down again, this 
time my cock passes into her throat, and I feel her lips 
pulling me into her.

“Ohhhhhh GOD!” I moan.

She repeats this several times, until my cock is covered with 
a shiny wetness from her mouth. Her hands run over my chest 
and stomach, teasing the sparse, coarse hairs, making my 
nipples hard and erect.

“I want to fuck you NOW!” The words come out as I sit up 
grabbing her arms and pulling her up to me. Then softer, “All 
night; I want you all night!”

“Yes.” She sighs back, “Fuck me all night long, love me all 
night.”

We embrace and kiss as I roll over on top of her, her legs 
parting and wrapping around me. I arch my back, sliding my 
cock into her, warm and slick from our teasings. I feel every 
warm inch of her as my cock slides deep into her depths, and 
I lay still as we kiss, locked together, joined.

We begin to rock each other, the movements of our bodies in 
rhythm. I lift my head to stare into her eyes, seeing the 
fire again. Her smile is that of infinite pleasure, matching 
mine. She stares back into my eyes, seeing the passion 
burning within. Our movements are gaining in speed and 
intensity, thrusting harder each time. I feel the pressure 
welling up within, knowing that I will not be able to contain 
it.

“Yesss.” She hisses, “I can feel it in you, let it come. Come 
in me.”

I moan at her words, the building pressure demands release. I 
am at the edge now, my control is dying quietly, not 
protesting.

She squeezes her pussy tight around me, smiling up as she 
does. She is a wicked one, and she knows it. Her hands cup 
her breasts, offering them to my lips, and I lean down, 
sucking the right one long and hard. I feel her contract 
again, her eyes closed, a soft moan coming from her lips.

I lean forward, sliding my hands under her ass, cupping her 
in my hands, lifting her to me, slamming us together. Her 
legs rise and lock around my back, her breathing as heavy and 
ragged as mine. We’re both on the edge now, both of us 
embroiled in our carnal lusts.

My control gone, I hiss lustily into her ear. “I’m going to 
fill you, fill you up with come. Fuck you, come deep inside 
you, filling you until it drips from your cunt.”

“Yessss, ohhhh, yesss” She hisses back.

“I’m going to shoot gobs of hot come inside you, filling you, 
making you hot and wet with my come, spurting and spurting, 
coming and coming in you!”

My thrusts are long and hard, trying to shove myself ever 
deeper into her, my hands grabbing her ass and pulling her to 
me, I can feel her tightening and squeezing me. A bubbling 
pressure is rising up, and we can both feel it in each other.

Her short reply sends us both over. “Fill me with come!”

My hips surge forward, burying my cock deep inside her, a hot 
stream of come bursting free, splashing inside her. Locked 
together, joined, we both shudder as we feel the sperm 
flowing inside. My hips pull back and drive forward again, 
firing more hot creamy come deep into her pussy. Both of us 
are moaning, feeling the throbbing of each other, the heat, 
the release of our lusts, the flow of come. Her hands pull my 
head to hers and we kiss, completing the joining, arms, legs, 
loins and tongues, we are coming together in an intense 
burning fire. My cock swells again, and we moan, feeling our 
hot juices flowing together, flowing around my throbbing cock 
and her hot pussy. Again more sperm gushes into her. And 
again. And again. Oh God, I can’t stop, it feels like my soul 
in draining into her, through my cock, spurting and splashing 
deep inside her pussy. Her tongue is mating with mine, and it 
feels like our mouths are coming too. I feel like I’m trying 
to suck her into me, and she is trying to suck me into her. 
Another surge pulses deep into her cunt, and I feel spent, 
drained. Her legs squeeze me tight, pulling me into her 
sopping pussy. A short spurt again, and I finally am fully 
spent.

We lay there, still joined, holding each other tightly, lips 
and tongues still dancing, a joyful warmth between our legs. 
My hands are squeezing her ass, pulling her tight against my 
cock. Her legs are still holding me tight against her pussy, 
sopping and filled. We kiss for long minutes, enjoying the 
warmth, the glow from our passions, the flicker of the 
fireplace.

Neither of us know when, or how, but we found our passions 
renewed, burning again. Still locked together, we moved and 
our hips began to slowly pick up the rhythm again. We looked 
into each other’s eyes, both amazed at the desires we saw. 
Both of us seeing fires burning. As we moved, I could feel a 
wetness dripping down onto my balls, making her ass slick and 
wet. I pulled her up from the floor and leaned back, still 
inside her, and then I laid back, her on top of me. I could 
feel our mixed come dripping from her, making me wet. Her 
face showed lust and passion as my cock drove home deep 
inside. I had her turn around, facing my feet, staying deep 
and hard within her. Our hips moved, and the strange angle 
excited us both. After a moment, I pulled her hips to mine, 
and slid up behind her on my knees, feeling her pressing back 
against me.

Kneeling behind her, and moving again in a primal motion, I 
reached down placing my hands between her legs, letting the 
slick wetness drip into my hand. I began by rubbing it 
against her bare mons, spreading the creamy stuff over her 
stomach. Each time I reached down to her dripping pussy, I 
rubbed her clit, and felt her hips move roughly against mine. 
I cupped a breast in my soaking hand, rubbing our come over 
the nipple, spreading it down the valley between her breasts. 
The more I did this the harder and more rigid my cock felt.

“I want to cover you, make you wet all over tonight.” I 
breathed in her ear.

Her moaning sent me to a new height of carnality and lusting 
for her. For her pleasure, for OUR pleasure! I pulled out of 
her pussy, holding my hands against her, feeling what must 
have been gallons of our come flow into my hands. I spread 
this over her mons, her stomach, her breasts and her ass, 
making her glisten in the firelight.

“Yesss,” She moaned, “make me wet, ohhhh, I’m so wet!”

She turned suddenly, her eyes dancing with fire. This time I 
was sure the fire was there, in her eyes, her face half in 
shadow. Her hand reached deep between her legs, returning wet 
and shiny in the dim light. She raised her fingers to her 
lips, her tongue tasting, licking sensuously at her fingers. 
Her eyes shone, as she held her hand to me, and I repeated 
her tasting with my tongue, tasting my come mixed with hers. 
Her hand touched my chest, and spread the wetness against my 
nipples, down my stomach.

“Ohhh, yes!” I breathed. “Both of us wet and slick, all night 
long.”

Her hand reached her vulva again, and this time she ran her 
hand from her lips, down her neck and over her breasts. My 
hand touched her pussy, sending electric pulses through her. 
We kissed as my hand rubbed her, spreading the slick wetness 
again over her mons and her ass.

We moved together again, kneeling, me behind her, grabbing 
her ass and sliding deep into her sopping wetness. I began to 
fuck her hard, not being the delicate lover from before, but 
letting my carnal being take control. She slammed back 
against me, the flesh of her ass rippling with each stroke, 
her breasts swaying and bouncing under her. I saw us 
reflected in the large glass windows, and my lust crazed mind 
took over, painting a fantasy for us both.

“Look at the window.” I said, “Look at them as if they’re two 
other people watching us. Look at him, grabbing her ass and 
fucking her hard and deep.”

“Yesss. Hard and deep.” She chanted back.

“See how she’s fucking him back? Bucking her hips, her tits 
moving. Now watch, watch what he does.”

I reached down, making my hand wet again, and rubbed it over 
her tits.

“See, her tits are wet with come. His and hers, hot come 
rubbed against her tits.”

“Ohh, yes, feels sooo good.” She said, “I can feel it.”

“Can you feel me inside you? Fucking you hard? “

“Yesss. I love it. Fuck me!” She hissed.

“FUCK you? Fuck your hot dripping pussy!!?” I asked loudly.

“Ohh, yes, hard.” her voice almost a whisper.

I rammed hard against her ass, making her flesh ripple, her 
breasts bounce and making her gasp. I leaned forward and 
cupped her hanging tits, feeling them move as we pounded each 
other. My hips charged again and again, my cock slipping 
wetly inside her hot pussy.

She lowered her shoulders to the floor, raising her ass to my 
thrusts. I grabbed her and roughly slammed into her. I wanted 
to be deeper inside her, to fill her with come all over 
again. I could feel the pressure mounting, building for 
another release.

I moved my legs outside of hers, and after placing a pillow 
under her, pushed her hips to the floor. I fucked in a blind, 
furious frenzy now, my balls slapping against her clit. Her 
soft ass and pussy seemed to envelope me with each stroke, 
protesting and grabbing for me as I pulled back. Her hips 
moved up to meet mine on every stroke, and we fucked for what 
seemed like hours, the aroma of our bodies filling the air, 
making it lusty and warm.

I felt a twinge. From her or me I couldn’t tell. It didn’t 
matter now, we were one, feeling what the other felt, merged, 
joined, carnal. I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her 
down onto me hard, feeling her cervix against the head of my 
cock.

“Come baby. Come.” I moaned. “Drench me in your sweet juice.”

Her pussy contracted, and I felt the surging rise of a 
volcano. Again I felt her pussy, her legs coming together, 
and I plunged deep into her. Her legs locked together, my 
balls against her vulva, feeling her tighten and release, 
trying to milk my cock. The volcano erupted deep and hot 
within her depths, washing her with cream. Her pussy kept 
milking and squeezing me, and I felt gush after hot gush of 
come flooding into her cunt. Her ass, soft and warm was hard 
and firm as she clenched and gripped me. Again and again my 
come gushed into her, and we both moaned.

Sweating and exhausted, we laid on our sides, my cock going 
soft within her, my arms wrapped protectively around her, 
pulling her to me. I licked her neck, teasing the fine hairs, 
feeling warm, happy, and content.

I looked up at the fire, seeing it had turned mostly to hot 
embers, with just a few flames dancing about. I recalled her 
eyes, wondering again if the fire was only a reflection. I 
felt her squeeze my softening cock with her pussy and hugged 
her.

Her hand reached back, caressing my hip and thigh, and she 
murmured quiet, breathy, and sexy. “Thannnk you.”

I purred against her neck, kissing her softly. We touched and 
stroked each other gently, realizing that this was the way we 
both wanted it to be. Wrapped in a warm, lazy, fuzzy haze of 
smiling contentment, we both hugged each other, and drifted 
off into a deep contented sleep.

Part III

Morning found us still cuddled in the main room on the 
blanket, the fire still giving off a faint warm glow. The sun 
was filtering in through the large glass covered walls, 
lighting the room cheerfully. I awakened first, and did my 
best not to wake her as I moved back. I looked down at her, 
curled up, one arm over her breasts, the other under her head 
and pillow. She looked like an innocent angel, smiling in her 
sleep. I wrapped my still warm side of the blanket around her 
as I went off to make some coffee.

I was gratified to see her still curled up and sleeping when 
I returned with the steaming, aromatic brew. I waved it 
slowly under her nose, watching her awaken.

“’Morning beautiful.” I said softly, leaning over and kissing 
her cheek.

“Hmmmm. Hi” She said blearily, and accepted the warm drink, 
sipping carefully and eyeing my nakedness.

“Thank you for last night.” I purred, smiling.

She chuckled, and touched my knee, stroking her hand gently 
over my thigh.

“I’ve warmed the shower for you, or for us both.” I smiled 
back at her.

“Perfect.” She said. “I must look awful.”

“Why do women think that way?” I asked, laughing. “You’ve 
just given me the best night of my life, and you’re worried 
that I think you look awful.”

We joked and kidded each other, and she made disparaging 
comments about my scratchy face, while I make comments about 
her rumpled hair, both of us laughing. We showered together 
playfully, both of us feeling light and giddy from the night 
before. We kissed under our manufactured waterfall, and began 
to kindle our passions once again. We held off, knowing we’d 
have time later, after we’d hiked to a quiet place and set up 
our tent.

Her worries over clothing were solved by the spare clothing 
my sister-in-law kept at the cabin. She selected some shorts, 
a comfortable chambray top, and a light jacket for the 
evening. While she checked her backpack, I slipped several 
other articles into mine, smiling and thinking about tonight. 
We set off after securing the “homestead”, walking hand in 
hand down a trail.

It was not much of a hike, three miles over easy trails and 
several ridges, but it took us until midafternoon since we 
were easily distracted by the views from ridgetops and, once, 
a doe with two fawns grazing close by.

Our destination was what I called my “perfect shelf”. A 
small, flat, sparsely wooded area, about three hundred yards 
down from the ridgetop, with a sharp drop-off, and 
overlooking a beautiful valley winding its way through the 
Sierras. A small stream meandered across the valley floor, 
visible only when the sun reflected off its silvery surface. 
We set up our tent, our portable nylon home, and spread a 
blanket down near the edge of shelf. In the warm late 
afternoon sun we sat and watched the animals on the slopes 
across the valley, and the eagles and hawks soaring above. We 
listened to the silence of the mountains, hearing only the 
light breeze singing to us through the trees.

We talked for a while, about camping, about wilderness, about 
the freedom from the maddening crushing rush of city life. We 
talked until my stomach made a rude noise, demanding to be 
fed. She laughed loud and long and patted my tummy, until 
hers agreed with mine that food was overdue. We walked back 
to our tent, arm in arm, to find something to eat.

While we ate, we talked about our difficulties in finding new 
and different fantasies and stories to send each other, 
trying to make each one better. We laughed when we each told 
stories of the urge to constantly dial up to see what the 
next story would bring.

When we finished eating, I reached into my pack, pulling out 
several bundles of various colored fabric. I handed her a T-
shirt, and a pair of silky nylon shorts, saying we’d be more 
comfortable lounging about in these. We both put on our T-
shirts and nylon shorts, her in the tent, while I stayed 
outside. The fit was loose and comfortable, just the thing 
for a warm sunny day. She unzipped the tent and stepped out, 
smiling and posing for me.

“How do I look?”

I gave an appreciative whistle and licked my lips. Her full 
breasts, now unrestrained behind the fabric, moved with a 
sensual motion, the nipples pressing hard against the powder 
blue material. Her legs looked long and shapely, descending 
from the black, high-cut, nylon shorts.

“That good?” She laughed, nodding at the protrusion showing 
against my own dark blue nylon shorts. I walked over to her 
and kissed her, drawing her against me to feel her soft, warm 
breasts against me again. We kissed for several long moments 
before we put on sandals and walked about, exploring our 
small shelf.

The way her body moved, dressed only in a T-shirt and loose, 
silky nylon shorts stirred my desires as we walked around. 
The feeling of the soft warm breezes caressing us in unusual 
places, the feeling of the soft satiny fabric against our 
skin, the sun warming us, all combining to make the two of us 
feel both dressed and undressed. I watched as the soft flesh 
of her ass rippled when she stepped over rocks and branches, 
her breasts moving erotically when she reached out to me for 
a steadying hand. She moved away from me at one point, to 
look at some wildflowers, turning around to watch me walk to 
her, her eyes watching the motions of my shaft through the 
skimpy nylon.

We reached the edge of the shelf, looking down on a slightly 
different view of the valley, appreciating the beauty of it 
all. I moved behind her and circled my arms around her, 
holding her against me. My arms, just below her breasts, 
squeezed her in a gentle hug.

“Hmmmm. It’s so beautiful and quiet up here.” She said 
softly.

I said nothing, holding her warmth against me, and I kissed 
the side of her neck softly. I felt her sigh, her body 
leaning gently back against me, and I kissed her neck again. 
Her hands caressed my arms with light gentle touches, both of 
us feeling the slow fires beginning to build. I turned my 
hand and raised it, cupping a breast, lifting it up and 
gently squeezing it. My thumb brushed against her nipple, 
feeling it already fully erect. I used my tongue and gently 
licked up the side of her neck, breathing against the damp 
trail it left. She moaned softly, her head tilting, her hair 
flowing to follow her movements.

Her hand touched the back of my bare thigh, sliding up to cup 
my cheek, pulling us together and making my cock swell. She 
could feel the hardening shaft against her buttocks, moving 
upwards, sliding over the silky fabrics that separated us. I 
cupped and squeezed both her breasts in my hands in return, 
pulling her back against my chest. She turned her head and 
our lips met, the kiss slightly awkward, neither of us 
caring. My fingers found her nipples, standing firm against 
the shirt, caressing them and circling around her areolae. 
Her hand moved around my thigh, sliding easily under the 
loose nylon, and grasped my cock, squeezing me into her hand. 
Our passions flared hotly and I turned her around, kissing 
her again, my hands pulling her into me, never wanting to let 
go. We stood, kissing each other intensely, passionately, 
feeling our hearts pound together.

We broke the kiss, looking into each other’s eyes for long 
moments before we started back, arm in arm, towards our camp. 
I watched her breasts sway as we walked, admiring there 
sensual movements, feeling my cock harden and threaten to 
peek out of the shorts. We walked near the edge of our shelf, 
until we found our blanket, warm and inviting in the sun. We 
laid down on the blanket, kissing each other briefly. She 
spotted a curious stone by the foot of the blanket and 
crawled down to pick it up. Her hips moved in a fascinating 
way as she crawled down the blanket, and as she picked up the 
stone I saw her shaved pussy through the loose legs of her 
shorts. My cock swelled up and moved the flimsy nylon of my 
shorts aside, showing its head to the world. As she moved 
back, I reached my hand out, sliding it up her thigh and the 
leg of her shorts, cupping my hand against her mound, 
surprising her enough for her to gasp. Quickly she stopped 
moving back, and her hips swayed as she rubbed herself 
against my hand. She was damp from walking about in the 
skimpy nylon, and our passionate kissing. I held her in my 
hand for several long seconds, gently caressing her thigh as 
I withdrew my hand.

“What do you have there?” I asked in a conversational tone.

“Take a look.” She said handing over the stone to me. “What 
do YOU think it looks....like...” Her voice trailed off, her 
eyes fixed on my swollen cockhead peeking from my shorts, the 
shaft outlined by the fabric.

I looked at the stone, just about to comment when her hand 
pulled the loose fabric away from the rest of my shaft, 
baring my cock to the sun, the breeze. Her hand grasped me 
firmly and it was her turn to fondle and arouse. The stone 
was weathered and shaped into a remarkable likeness of 
phallus, the head plainly visible. I tried to make a comment 
and found her hand was moving so sensually on me that I could 
not speak at all. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it.

Her mouth met mine, her tongue parted my lips, entering 
quickly to find my tongue. My hands found her breasts, full 
and inviting, squeezing them and rubbing my palms over her 
nipples. Her hand released me, sliding down to cup my balls, 
the sacks hanging low and full. My arms encircled her, 
pulling her down with me, as I moved to get under her hips. 
She brought her leg up and over, straddling me and laying 
down on my chest. Our tongues dances and flirted, chasing 
each other from mouth to mouth fanning our flames of lust. 
Her hips pinned my naked cock against me, and she rocked her 
hips, stroking me, and pressing me hard against our lower 
stomachs. My hands grabbed for her smooth ass, finding the 
nylon in the way. I slid my hands under the nylon shorts, 
pushing the fabric together. Her hips moved back, making the 
shorts tight around my hands, pressing the fabric against her 
ass and pussy. I pulled the fabric tight against her, feeling 
her body respond to the pressure between her legs. She moaned 
softly into my mouth. I pulled the black nylon aside, sliding 
my fingers down between her cheeks, lightly caressing the 
lips of her pussy, feeling her earlier dampness turning to 
unabashed wetness. Our kiss broke and we spoke 
simultaneously.

“I want you inside me”

“I want to be inside you”

We paused and looked into each other’s fiery eyes, each 
seeing a frightening reflection of our own carnal lusting. 
Passions boiled over, and we both let go of ourselves 
completely. Her hips rose, freeing my shaft to stand as she 
lowered her demanding pussy onto my engorged cock. Deeper and 
deeper I went, feeling engulfed by her. Her eyes closed and 
she softly sighed a moan of pleasure. We began moving against 
each other, feeling the loose silky nylon against us, binding 
occasionally, bringing our lust to a higher level yet. I ran 
my hands up under her shirt, up to her swaying breasts, 
grabbing and squeezing them gently, letting them fall into my 
hands.

“Suck me. Suck my nipples.” She breathed.

I slid my hands out from under her shirt, and brought them up 
between her breasts. I grabbed her shirt front with both 
hands and ripped the front of her shirt open, leaning my head 
up to kiss and suck her nipples.

“Ohh. Ohh God, Yes!” She moaned.

I sucked her nipples hard, pinching them between my lips, 
circling her areola with my tongue. My hands clawed at the 
back of her shirt, ripping it too, so my hands could feel 
her, touch her. Her pussy gripped me hard, trying to squeeze 
me tight, making me swell inside her. I pulled and shredded 
her shirt, trying to touch her all over, my lips teasing each 
nipple into rigid hardness.

She sat upright suddenly, her hips rocking wildly. Her hands 
clutched at my shirt, pulling hard, tearing it open. Her 
hands grabbed my nipples, her fingers pinching and twisting 
them, making my hips arch, my cock bulge deep inside her.

“Oh, yes!” We both cried together.

My hands pulled against the restraining nylon, tearing it 
apart at the seams, baring her ass. She ripped my shirt 
again, making a long tearing sound as the fabric protested. 
We pulled and ripped each other’s clothes until shreds hung 
about us, our wild undulations making them caress us with 
each powerful stroke.

I rolled her over onto her back, her legs locking around my 
waist. Her hands clawed at my back, tearing the shirt, 
grabbing and pulling it free. Savagely we fucked each other, 
thrusting our hips harder and harder, our total energies 
focused only on our lust. Her hands pulled the remnants of my 
shorts apart, ripping the last of it from me, baring me to 
the world and carrying us both deeper into our carnal bliss. 
I moved her legs over my shoulders, lifting her cunt against 
me. I grabbed her hips and slammed into her hard and fast, 
watching the rippling of her thighs and her breasts as I 
tried to bury myself completely inside her fiery wetness. For 
us there is only the burning fires between our legs, our 
passion for each other, the feeling of our hips driving 
together, the touch of our skin, the world no longer exists 
while we float in our primitive, carnal universe.

I feel a tightness, pressure. Her legs slide off my 
shoulders, wrapping again around my waist, locking and 
squeezing me tight. Her pussy contracts, gripping me so tight 
I feel like I’ll explode. Her hips arch. Then again. I pull 
her hips up and back, pulling her onto me, impaling her on my 
cock. Her legs shake and tremble as her orgasm wracks her, 
washing over her like a long wave. Her hands clench against 
the blanket tightly, her breasts heaving up and down. I slow 
down, but I can’t stop moving, my own lust drives me on. Her 
legs begin to relax and I move faster again. And faster yet. 
Her legs clamp down again, her hips arching, her hands 
clenching her breasts. Sweat is breaking out all over us, the 
fragrance of her passion is maddening. Her soft moans and 
cries drive me over the edge.

“Ohh. Ohh GODDD!” I shout. “I...want to...FILL...Youuu!”

Her pussy contracts again, grabbing, squeezing, milking me. 
Balls slap against her wet ass, wet from her own juice. My 
cock plunges again and again each time glistening with her 
savory wetness.

“Ohhh YES!” I moan again. “I’m...gonna..COME!”

Her moaning cries penetrate my lust fogged brain, tugging 
deep down, pulling a string holding the gate to my dam.

“COME!” I shout. “I’m going to...FILL YOU...with COME!”

I feel it rising, forcing its way up my cock, forcing its way 
past her clenching pussy, her legs locking solidly around my 
hips, arching up to receive my sperm. Out of control, I 
stammer, my brain draining through my cock.

“I...I...I’m gonna FILL your cunt with COOOMMMME! Ohhh 
GODDDDD!!”

A primal need slams my hips forward just as my cock floods 
her with my hot flowing come. Backs arched with both feel the 
massive throbbing of my cock, deep inside her, we feel the 
hot gushes of my come, washing up inside her and flowing 
back. I slam forward again, my cock pulsing and spewing more 
thick hot come deep inside. Again I gush into her, her pussy 
gripping, and milking it from me. Another gush washes her. 
And another. And another. I can’t stop, my whole being is 
entering her. Another gush of come. More. Again I spurt.

Long seconds pass, the only sound we hear is our own 
breathing. Slowly the carnal haze lightens, and we look at 
each other, feeling like our very souls have been 
intertwined. Tears well up in our eyes, and I lean down, 
kissing her gently, but passionately. Her warm arms surround 
me, pulling me tight against her. Her legs squeeze me, 
keeping me inside her, not wanting to let me go.

My hands come up and caress her face, her neck, her 
shoulders. Our kiss ends, and we stare silently into each 
other’s eyes. I see a warm glow in her dark gray eyes, 
filling me with pleasure and contentment. She lifts her head 
and kisses me quickly and lightly on my cheek, my chin, and 
lastly on the tip of my nose. Her smile is radiant, and her 
eyes are shining up at me.

“Ohhh God!” I whisper. “The things you DO to me!”

Her reply is a warm hug, and I lean down on my elbows, 
snuggling close to her. I kiss her cheeks, her chin and nip-
kiss my way down her neck. I want to be close like this, keep 
this feeling, make it last.

“Ooooh! Look!” She says, indicating the reddening sky. The 
setting sun was lighting the sky, painting with exotic hues 
of yellow, red and pink. Our vantage was perfect. Without 
moving we could turn our heads and watch the sky turn from 
orange to pink, to red, and finally to a deep blue-black as 
night began to fall. We watched, feeling the cooler breezes 
of the evening begin to stir. The stars began to appear, and 
we watched, locked together, embracing each other until the 
stars chased the blue sky over the horizon.

We strolled back to our camp naked, removing the tatters of 
our clothes, talking about how that urged us into a raging, 
carnal, lust. We found some warmer clothes to chase off the 
cooler night air, cleaned each other off, and settled down 
with a small campfire, cooking our dinner while we talked. 
Each time our eyes met, there was a look. A look that needed 
no words. We ate, and cuddled up by the fire, watching it’s 
flames dance and chase off the coolness of the night. We 
gazed up at the stars, seeing the entire Milky Way stretched 
out before us, and knew how our ancestors were awed by its 
spectacular display. We talked about man reaching the stars, 
and about making love in the weightless void between them. 
Finally, we covered the fire, and crawled inside our tent.

The single tent-candle cast a shadowed flickering light 
around the tent as we undressed each other tenderly, kissing 
here and there as we went. We crawled into our sleeping bags, 
zipped together to form a single large one, and kissed. Our 
hands explored each other, caressing, gentle, softly 
touching. Our kiss was quiet and easy, and we fell into each 
other’s arms. Her gray eyes sparkled in the candlelight, 
looking deep into my being, as if she were searching for the 
answer to a question never asked. I kissed her again, not 
wanting her to ask the question, not wanting to think about 
the answer. She seemed to sense my motive and returned the 
kiss warmly and passionately. I put my hand on the back of 
her head and kissed her back. Our tongues were caressing each 
other, lingering and sweet.

My hand moved down her neck, caressing her back, her arm, the 
graceful curve of her waist, and down to her soft warm 
cheeks. I squeezed her behind tenderly, pulling her hips to 
mine as we lay on our sides. I felt her nipples brushed mine, 
sending a small jolt down deep, and I felt myself start to 
rise against her thigh. Her hand against my chest pushed me 
onto my back, and she slid down inside the sleeping bags, 
turning around as she went. I felt her hair brush over my 
thighs, then her lips on my swelling shaft. She laid her hips 
down at an angle, not wanting my tongue on her, no..not yet.

She kissed my shaft, licking the underside up and down, 
sliding her tongue wetly over the velvety smooth skin. She 
moved down slightly, running her kisses and tongue down to my 
balls, sucking each one into her mouth, gently teasing it 
with her tongue. She used her hair to caress me, pulling it 
lightly across my thighs, between my legs, over my now hard 
cock. She kissed my thighs, moving up from above each knee, 
taking her time, teasing me. I sighed my approval, enjoying 
her playfulness. She arched slightly and her hands lifted my 
sacks, her tongue sliding down quickly, licking me underneath 
and below. I moaned and spread my legs further, giving her 
better access to me. I felt her breath, warm and sensual on 
the damp areas her tongue had left. My cock throbbed, and I 
let a moaning sigh escape.

She rolled onto her side, her hand sliding up and caressing 
my stomach. I saw her shaved mons, seductive and enticing in 
the dim glow from the candle. I licked my finger and ran it 
over her smooth, sensitive skin there, eliciting a sigh from 
her. When I’d almost reached her clit, she moved away, laying 
down again, this time her mouth engulfing the head of my 
cock. She darted her tongue over the tip, licking the pre-cum 
from it, and circling the edge. Her mouth slowly descended 
onto me, her lips caressing my sensitive areas. One hand 
moved down my thigh, tantalizingly slow, her fingernails 
lightly playing over the skin. Her other hand moved down and 
played with my balls, cupping them, lifting them, teasing the 
area just underneath. My hips ached, wanting to arch up, and 
I let them slowly move towards her.

She continued to suck me deeper into her mouth. Just when I 
thought she was about to swallow me whole, she reversed and 
slowly came up. Again and again she slowly teased me, holding 
me deep in her mouth, feeling me throb with lust. I looked at 
her ass, and caressed her gently, feeling the damp 
perspiration on her back. The tent was warm, very warm, as 
our two bodies radiated the heat of our lust. She blew 
against my cock, making it feel cool, even inside the warm 
sleeping bag. I pulled the top of the bag off of her, cooling 
us both. Naked and sweating, she slowly descended on my cock 
again, her mouth pulling me in. Now she stopped, and teased 
me, her hands caressing my hips. She started back up, 
stopped, and slid easily down the full length of me. I felt 
the head touch the slick velvety skin of her throat, then 
down, deeper until she had fully swallowed me.

I moaned loud and long, floating on a cloud of ecstasy. She 
moved up my shaft and down again, not going deep. Several 
strokes and then she would swallow me down, deep into her 
mouth. I could feel my orgasm rising, like a string being 
pulled through me. Again she took me into her throat, and 
rising up, released my cock, just on the verge of my orgasm.

“Good GOD!” I moaned. “I never wanted you to stop!”

She smiled and worked her jaw, showing me that it must have 
ached. I sat up and kissed her, pinching a nipple as I did.

“Let me do you.” I whispered. “I want to taste you again.”

She laid down and I started by kissing the insides of her 
thighs from her knees up to her shaved mons, carefully 
avoiding any contact with her most sensitive areas. I lightly 
dragged my short hair against one thigh, teasing her as she 
had me. I moved up, kissing her around the edges of her 
stomach, down to the juncture where her thighs form the sides 
of her triangle. Licking the crease above her thighs, I 
followed around, drawing and outline of her triangle with my 
tongue. Her sighs and her smile pleased me, letting me know I 
was pleasing her. I raised each leg, kissing and gently 
running my tongue over the sensitive backs of her thighs, 
going from knee to her slit, stopping before reaching her 
fragrant wetness. I ran my tongue between her thigh and 
labia, licking and tasting her sweet dampness. Sweat rolled 
off my back, and I could see her breasts gleaming in the 
flickering light. I waited for several moments, not touching 
her, letting her stretch out her senses, then I leaned 
forward, flicking the tip of my tongue over her hooded clit.

She brought her hips up, gasping at the surprise. I parted 
the folds of her lips with my tongue, tasting a sweet cream 
on her, and licked her from top to bottom several times. I 
sucked her button into my mouth, pulling it away from her, 
flicking wildly with my tongue. Back arched, she grabbed her 
breasts, gasping and breathing loudly. I let go, letting her 
clit slide out of my mouth slowly, then slid two, then three 
fingers inside her. I lay between her legs, my mouth over her 
pussy, moving my fingers in and around, spreading them wide, 
lapping her flowing juices. Her breathing began to stutter, 
her legs trembled, and I stopped, doing to her what she’d 
done to me.

“No!” She cried. “Don’t stop! Ohhh GOD! Don’t stop now!”

I waited. She reached for her pussy, and I pushed her hand 
away, and rubbed my wet fingers over her mons.

“I’ll make you come.” I said. “And come, and come, and come.”

“Ohhhhhhh.”

I laid down and attacked her pussy, licking her in a crazed 
lust. Three fingers inside, stroking her, pumping her. My 
tongue lapped her sweet cream, spreading over her clit, her 
soft, bare mons, her thighs. My lips found her clit, 
throbbing and erect. I pressed them against her clit, keeping 
up the rhythm of its throbbing. She came. I felt her pussy 
contract around my fingers, her juice flowing like water into 
my hand. I buried my face in her wetness, licking up as much 
of her as I could. Her pussy contracted around my probing 
tongue, squeezing me out of her, denying me access. Thick 
white cream poured out of her, soaking my face and neck. She 
rolled from side to side, moaning and breathing hard. I 
caressed her thighs, gently kissing her mons and resting my 
head on her hip.

Long minutes went by before her hands urged me to slid up to 
her face.

“Ohhh, you’re sooo good to me!” She purred. Then looking at 
me in the dim candlelight, she laughed “You’re all wet!”

“So’re you!” I laughed back.

She kissed me, tasting her own come, getting some on her face 
too. I took a finger, and wet it with her come from my chin, 
rubbing it on her nipples. The feel of her slick wetness 
against her nipples made her moan again, and I bent down, 
licking it off her areolae.

“It’s your turn to come now.” She said softly.

I told her that her pussy had taken a pounding this weekend, 
and we didn’t want it sore tomorrow. I knelt in front of her, 
and she grabbed my cock, stroking gently.

“Hmmmm.” She said. “You want to come on my breasts?”

“Ohhhh yes.” I replied eagerly. “Why don’t you jack me off 
onto your nice hard nipples?”

“Ohmm. Feel your cock throb and pulse, shooting that hot 
sperm all over my nice soft tits? Is that what you want?”

“Yessss.” I sighed softly.

“I’d love to feel you cock spurt.” She hissed to me lustily. 
“Feel your cock swelling in my hand, spurting your thick come 
all over my tits.”

“Ohh yessss.”

“You want to come on my nipples?”

“Yesss.”

“Shoot your hot come on my tits? See it dripping from my 
nipples?”

“Ahhhhh yesss.”

“Watch me lick your cock after you come?”

“Ohhhh”

“Fuck my nipples and cooomme?”

“Huhhhhh”

She pressed the head of my cock against her nipple, her hand 
stroking me against it, the pre-cum making her nipple 
slippery. Her breast was soft and warm, and I watched it 
ripple as her hand jacked me against it.

“C’mon sweetie, give me your come. Shoot your hot, thick come 
all over me. Shoot it all over my tits. Let me taste you!”

I felt it starting when she started to tease me with her 
words, and now I came in a rush, feeling it surging forth, 
swelling my cock.

“Yes, you’re going to COME! COME! All over my tits!”

My cock remembered the previously aborted orgasm and now I 
came with a vengeance. Thick white sperm shot from my cock 
like a water from a hose, and running across her breasts. 
Again I gushed another stream against her right breast and 
nipple, thick and creamy. A short spurt landed in between her 
breasts, beginning to run down her chest. Another spurt, this 
time right on her left nipple as she pushed her breast 
against my cock.

“Yes, yes baby! Come on my tits.”

She brought her mouth down, just in time for the last two 
rushes of sperm to land on her tongue. Her hand milked me 
into her mouth as I shook from the effects of my orgasm. I 
looked down and she was sucking me into her mouth, her tongue 
circling the head. I pulled my cock away, and kissed her 
fully and passionately, tasting some of my own salty come in 
her mouth. While we kissed, my hand rubbed my still warm come 
over her breasts, and down her chest. My hand, slick and wet, 
found it’s way to her bare shaven mons and rubbed it there, 
making her slippery and wet.

“Yes, Ohhh, yes!” she said as my fingers found her clit 
again.

Turned on my her renewed horniness, I felt my freshly drained 
cock rise, trying to return to action. I knew I would not 
come, but I could please her one more time. I rolled her over 
and grabbed her ass from behind, bringing her up to me. I 
slid my cock inside her slick wet pussy, sliding deep.

“Ooohhhaaaaa.” She moaned as I slid into her.

“Is this what you want now?” I hissed. “A nice hard...FUCK!?”

“Ohhhh.”

I started to pump my cock into her, faster and faster.

“Oh, you’re sooo HORNY, soo HOT...so...so...CARNAL!” I 
shouted.

I plunged into her, feeling her back onto my cock hard, 
slamming against me. Her cheeks rippled and her back arched 
against my thrusts. I reached around, my fingers rubbing her 
slick mons.

“All this cum on you, on your tits, on your pussy and you’re 
STILL horny!”

“yes...” Her voice was small and trailed off.

I rubbed my fingers on her clit, feeling her own juices 
running down onto my fingers. Her pussy started to contract, 
and I pulled the final string.

“Maybe I’ll pull out and shoot more come all over your clit!”

She bucked against me hard, her breath short, her moans long 
and soft. I grabbed her hips, pulling her tightly against my 
cock, feeling it touch her cervix, buried as deep as I could 
go. I felt her come. She squeezed my cock and I flexed it 
back, pulsing like I too was coming.

Squeeze. Flex. Squeeze. Flex. Squeeze. Flex

Again. And Again. And Again. She shuddered and trembled 
before she lay down on her stomach, breathing heavily. I laid 
down on her, pulling her over onto her side, and wrapped my 
arms around her as she curled up. I kissed her neck and back, 
her hands caressing my arms.

After a while, we felt the chill air intruding, and I pulled 
the cover of our bag over us, keeping us both warm.

“G’nite m’lady” I said softly.

“Hmmmmmmm.” she purred back.

We drifted off to sleep, happy and content once again. As I 
drifted off, I wondered again if it was only reflections I 
saw in her beautiful gray eyes.

Morning found us, warm and cuddled in our tent. Still naked, 
I went out first, testing the air and looking for any stray 
eyes. We dressed in easy clothes, and I fixed breakfast while 
she stood and watched the sun rise up over the mountains. We 
broke camp early, hiking back to the cabin, holding hands 
like teenagers, smiling and watching the wildlife along side 
the trails we used. Back at the cabin, we stowed away the 
camp gear, and washed our clothes. Naked we cuddled in front 
of the glass, letting the sun stream through, warming us all 
over. Sipping coffee we talked about our chances of meeting, 
of being able to share this much time, unplanned. Something 
had moved us together. We both felt grateful.

The washer buzzed rudely, and we moved the clothes to the 
dryer. Then we took a shower together. The hot water cascaded 
down her beautiful breasts, her nipples soft and tender. I 
washed her back, using my hand to touch her, feel her against 
me. I soaped her behind, running my hand down between her 
cheeks. She arched her back and I gave her a playful slap for 
being such a “naughty” girl. She washed my back, repeating 
the same movement down my behind, slapping me for the being a 
“naughty” boy. We both laughed. After she rinsed me, I soaped 
her breasts and chest, kissing her at the same time. I moved 
back and washed her stomach, moving my hands down to her 
mons. The slick soap reminded us of the night before, and her 
legs parted slightly, her eyes closing. I rubbed soap down 
her thighs, kneeling to wash her calves. I looked up and her 
eyes were closed, enjoying my attentions to her. I turned her 
into the water, rinsing her from behind. My hands rubbed the 
clean warm water over her, cupping her breasts, caressing her 
stomach. My hands slid down to her mons, rinsing the soap 
from her, and feeling her lean back against me. I let my 
fingers linger, perhaps too long, and when she turned and 
looked at me, I swore that flames danced in her gray eyes.

She dropped to her knees, and swallowed my wet, semi-hard 
shaft, taking me deep into her mouth. I moaned. Her mouth 
brought me fully hard in short moments, working around me 
with her tongue. I pulled her up, her eyes were shining, 
glittering with a carnal urge I knew all too well. We kissed, 
our lust once again riding high. I pulled back and turned her 
against the wall, out of the stream of water. Her palms 
against the wall, she arched her back, thrusting her pussy 
towards me. I slipped into her easily, finding her hot and 
wet with anticipation. We fucked in a wild abandon, neither 
of us caring nor wanting the tender moments now. Hands on her 
hips, I pulled her against my pounding ramrod, thrusting up 
inside her. She backed against me, her hips moving on their 
own. Two bodies, lost in their lusts, their desires, in the 
shower, moved with a rhythm ages old. I reached up, cupping 
her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my 
fingers. Her moans in the small confines of the shower seemed 
like shouts, animalistic, carnal. I could feel my cock 
swelling, the rush of semen as it fought it’s way out. Her 
pussy contracted hard, bearing down against my cock. When she 
released, my hips moved in a massive thrust, lifting her up 
on her toes, my come shooting up inside her steaming hot 
cunt. Her fingernails raked against the tiles, her pussy 
clenched and pulsed against my cock. We both moaned. Each 
time her greedy pussy gripped me, more come spurted inside 
her, until finally, I was spent. I held her tight, my arms 
around her, not wanting to let her go.

We stood under the deliciously warm water, embracing and 
kissing each other for a long time. Finally, we finished our 
shower, taking turns drying each other off. Before she 
dressed, I placed a tender, delicate kiss on her bare mons, 
before kissing her on the lips.

We returned and picked up her luggage and rental car where 
she’d left them at my place. I gave her my phone number, 
hoping she’d use it, and I followed her to the airport. 
Waiting for her evening flight, we had an early dinner, and 
talked about us.

“I-I’m worried about something.” She stammered, not knowing 
how to ask.

“What?” I said, holding her hand across the table.

“Well, I...” She looked frightened, lost. I wanted to go to 
her and put my arms around her, protecting her. But I felt it 
was me she was afraid of.

“I’m afraid...” Her voice trailed off. I waited for her to go 
on.

“I-I thought...I thought it’d be safe, writing on the board, 
with no way someone could...could find me. And now you...”

I smiled and reached across, lifting her chin so her eyes met 
mine.

“I’d never—ever—hurt you.” I said softly, squeezing her hand. 
“You’re too special to me. Much too rare of a gift.”

She smiled, but it faded too quickly for me. I squeezed her 
hand again, and she looked back up at me.

“What we shared was special. It may never be that way again.” 
I said. “If we ever meet again, the first thing I’m going to 
do is to hug you close and kiss you. That may be all we ever 
get after this weekend.”

She smiled and squeezed my hand, her eyes looking deeply into 
mine, trying to see if I really meant that. “Oh my sweet 
dream”, I thought, “who has hurt you so badly?”

We walked arm in arm to the departure gate, watching her 
plane taxi up and discharge its passengers. I reached into my 
pocket, and pressed something into her hand. The curious 
stone she’d found at our mountain camp.

“Keep this,” I said. “If you feel lonely, pick it up and 
remember me.”

We kissed a final farewell, holding each other tightly, not 
wanting to let go of each other. As they called for 
passengers to her flight, I caressed her cheek one last time, 
staring into those dark gray eyes. We kissed each other 
softly and briefly on the lips, and I walked her to the door, 
giving her a final hug as she walked out of my life, perhaps 
forever.

I watched the plane roll away, and I remained at the window 
watching as the pilot rotated the nose, and climbed into the 
sky. I watched until the 727 disappeared, and walked quietly 
down the hall. Halfway to the lobby, I remembered I’d 
forgotten to ask her. Forgotten to ask her about those 
dancing flames in her eyes.

One Fine Day

By Pussy Barber

It had been a beautiful day from the outset and I swung by 
the apartment of some friends, wanting to say hello since I 
was in the area. When I got there, Kay answered the door, 
dressed in a small bikini and a big grin. She greeted me by 
throwing her arms around me and giving me a hearty kiss.

Now Kay is attractive, but not what some would consider 
attractive. Facially, she’s pretty plain, but her smile and 
sparkling blue eyes tell a lot about the warmth and passion 
of this young lady. Her figure is nice, with large breasts 
that wobble invitingly, a reasonable waist with just enough 
padding to make her fun, and a very nice ass and legs. Kay is 
an ash blonde, or “dirty blonde” if you prefer, and her hair 
falls over her shoulders, giving her a bouncy look.

Kay shouted into the apartment to get Ken’s attention, 
dragging me in behind her. Ken came out of the bedroom, tying 
his swim trunks on and gave me his standard “hello ugly” 
greeting. I grinned, giving him the finger. Ken, I should 
note, is about six four and 210 pounds of tightly packed 
muscles. I wouldn’t want to try him, although four years in 
Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children taught me quite a lot about 
hand to hand I’m not that confident. In any case, we’re good 
friends, and needle each other for fun.

Kay announced that they were just heading for the pool and I 
was welcome to join them using one of Ken’s suits. I held up 
the boxer like trunks and looked down. My knees were missing. 
Needless to say, I declined gracefully. I accompanied them 
down to the pool and sat on the deck while they dove in and 
swam about. Ken splashed at me, trying to get my goat, while 
Kay teased me about passing up the chance to play “blind 
man’s bluff” in the pool with her. I must say that watching 
Kay haul her body out of the water, her big breasts wobbling 
wetly, is enough to tempt many men.

Kay dove into the deep end while Ken and I were chatting near 
the other end of the pool. Ken rested his head on his arms, 
relaxed. I was in the middle of a sentence when he grinned 
broadly. I thought he’d just had another of his naughty 
little ideas when I spotted the shadow from behind. From 
behind, and too late.

The next thing I know, water if bubbling and swirling all 
around me, and the world seems upside down. I clawed my way 
to the surface, ready to commit murder on the guilty party. 
Air! I sputtered and shook my head, then removed my glasses 
since they were now more of a hindrance. Squinting, I looked 
up on the deck. Laughter rang in my ears. From Ken, and Kay 
of course. But there was a distinct note too, one like small 
bells ringing. Debra! Sure enough, she was standing on the 
deck, laughing the hardest.

Debra is an attractive brunette that Kay and Ken introduced 
me to a few years ago. We enjoyed each other’s company, 
remaining friends, not lovers. Debra’s long hair shook as she 
laughed, and her hazel eyes sparkled with an impish glee. 
Debra is slender, especially next to Kay. Some men might call 
Kay voluptuous, and Debra skinny. I prefer to call Debra 
lithe, graceful, sensual. She moves like a cat sometimes and 
that makes her very desirable. Debra has pert breasts and 
long tapered legs that actually reach the ground! I’ve lost 
count of the times I’d fantasized about those legs wrapped 
around my ears.

I climbed out of the pool, drenched to the skin. Debra 
remained a discreet distance away, snickering about how well 
it all worked. Ken too was laughing, saying it was really 
hard for him not to start laughing as he saw Debra sneaking 
up. I began to laugh too, as the last time Debra and I had 
been together, we were by this same pool when Ken, in mock 
anger, had started towards me and I backed into Debra, 
shoving both of us into the pool. The difference then was 
that we’d both been wearing suits, not street clothes.

Back in K & K’s apartment, I dropped my boots in the 
bathroom, then peeled off my clothes. Ken handed a towel 
through the door, and I handed him a mass of dripping fabric. 
Kay put them in the dryer, while I tried to figure out how to 
keep the towel secure around my waist. Just as I had finished 
drying and wrapping myself, Ken knocked on the door, saying 
he was going down to the store and did I need anything?

“Yeah.” I said, tongue firmly in cheek, “A baseball bat to 
clobber someone with!”

“Gotcha!” Ken said. “Aluminum or wood?”

“I think you’re in trouble Debra!” Kay’s laughing voice came 
through the door.

Ken left and I came out, wearing only a towel and carrying my 
wallet. I made sure things in the wallet were spread out to 
dry, then accepted a beer that Kay offered. I figured sitting 
down with my towel would be the safest move until my clothes 
dried.

How many of you guys have worn a skirt?

That’s what a towel is like. As I started to sit, the towel 
decided it would sit first. I grabbed and adjusted it, all to 
the gaze of Kay and Debra who were both trying not to laugh 
too hard. Finally settled on the couch with Debra, I began to 
relax. The topic was still how funny I had looked doing an 
“end-over” into the pool. Kay was toweling her long hair dry, 
and still in her not-too-modest bikini.

“I really should apologize.” Debra began, putting her hand on 
mine. “But you were too tempting of a target.” The motions 
she made with her hands said that my butt had been at the 
right height for either a grope or a push.

“Shit.” I said. “I’d rather have had the grope.” That got 
laughs from both of them.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Debra said. “Would you be sitting here 
naked if I had groped you?”

I chuckled nervously. Debra just reminded me of something I 
was trying to avoid. Namely that I was damn near naked, alone 
with two women that I’d love to fuck, and one of them kept 
wiggling her tits at me. “No, I don’t think so.” I said, then 
added “at least not SITTING.”

Debra gave me a playful slap on the shoulder, then smoothed 
the area when she realized the loud slap might have hurt. It 
didn’t, but her hand conveyed many messages as it soothed my 
skin. So did those hazel eyes.

“Did you get you new suit?” Kay asked, folding her towel.

“Oh, yeah. Wait ‘til you see it!” Debra said happily.

“Did you bring it with you?” Kay responded.

“I’m wearing it underneath.” Debra looked at me then. “I 
wouldn’t have minded if you’d pulled me in.” Her grin told me 
I’d missed my chance for revenge. Perhaps.

“Let’s go see it.” Kay said, starting for the bedroom.

“Wait a minute!” I protested. “If I can sit here near naked, 
at least you could do is show me how your suit looks too.”

Debra had stopped, half turned towards me. She looked at Kay, 
then smiled. It was a sexy, pleased, “This-ought-to-be-fun” 
smile. Kay came over and sat next to me, a little closer than 
she needed. I could feel the warmth of her and it excited me.

Debra flicked on the radio and after a moment of hunting 
found a good tune. She slowly peeled off her top, doing a 
sort of striptease. I sat back, intending to enjoy the show. 
First she removed her blouse, a button at a time. When it 
came off, the top of her bikini showed her off nicely, the 
pattern of the suit having neon accents to flatter her modest 
breasts. Tossing her hair around to keep me from getting a 
good look at her tits, she started unzipping her shorts, a 
millimeter at a time. As they opened, I saw more and more 
skin, but no sign of a suit. NOW I was beginning to get 
aroused!

The first hint of bright pink showed up about halfway down 
her mons. I figured a low-cut or fancy type suit. Debra spun 
about, facing away from us. She used her long hair, flipping 
it behind her again, and arching her head back to let it 
dangle over her ass. The shorts went lower, and I saw dayglo 
pink strings meet, then plunge down the crack of her ass. 
Debra wiggled her butt to the music, and as she uncovered 
more and more of her smooth, tan skin, my own body began to 
react to her. Debra bent over, her knees locked, deliberately 
showing off her legs, ass and the outline of her vulva to me 
as her shorts hit the floor.

When she stood up, wearing her thong bikini, I knew how 
hopelessly inadequate my fantasies had been about her. Debra 
had a naturally deep skin tone, but still showed some tan-
lines where her more modest suit had once covered. No creamy 
white flesh showed, but what did show was a light brown skin, 
contrasting against her deeper tan. The effect was delicious!

Debra turned around fully, showing off her suit. Well, what 
little there was to it. I shook my head and made a very 
pleased sound. Kay said she liked it too. I glanced at her 
and saw that she was looking the same place I had been. 
Debra’s crotch.

“I could never wear something like that.” Kay said. “That 
bottom is way too low cut for me.”

Debra looked down and ran her long fingers over her upper 
mons where the suit showed off her smooth skin. “Well, it 
took a little shaving to be able to wear it.” Debra said 
softly. “A lot of shaving actually.”

Kay smiled. “I’ll bet. I’d be surprised if you have any hair 
left.”

“Oh, I do!” Debra laughed. “Only about this...much...”

Debra’s voice trailed off when she showed her fingers about 
one inch apart, then noticed me looking intently at her. She 
blushed, then giggled. Fortunately I was still holding my 
beer bottle in my lap, just enough to cover the semi-hard 
erection I had been fighting.

Kay looked at me. “You’re drooling, and pick your tongue up 
off the floor!” She laughed, but Debra only smiled.

“Okay.” Debra said. “Just what are you thinking?”

“Oh! I like the suit.” I said. “A lot!”

“Uh-huh!” Debra shot back. “What else?”

“Really want to know?” I asked her.

Debra stepped closer, right by my feet and grabbed the end of 
the towel. “Spill it buster!” she said with a playful threat.

“I was just thinking about you shaving yourself.” I said. 
“And how much fun it would be to finish the job for you.” I 
added quickly.

Debra stared at me, still holding the edge of the towel, 
slightly bent over and giving me a nice view of her cleavage. 
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked. She seemed a bit 
surprised by my statement. Perhaps, I worried, I’d been too 
direct. But I nodded and smiled at the same time.

“Call his bluff.” Kay said with a grin. “I bet he chickens.”

“Wrong.” I said calmly without taking my eyes from Debra’s 
eyes.

That’s when I was surprised. Debra dropped the towel and 
straddled my legs, sitting on my lap, putting her arms around 
my neck.

“Would you?” She said very softly.

“Tenderly.” I said.

Debra’s body seemed to melt all over me, and she leaned 
forward to kiss me. We’d kissed in the past, but this was 
much more intense, since it held the unspoken promise of 
pleasures yet to be realized. My hands found her thighs and 
slid up lightly to her waist. She seemed to writhe subtly and 
there was no longer any need to control my arousal.

“Hmmm. You guys are gonna need a chaperone.” Kay muttered.

I was about to decline her services, but Debra spoke first. 
“Sure.” She said. “Join us.”

Ken who?

We went into Kay’s bathroom, where she had her razor. After a 
few minutes of preparation, Debra sat nervously on the edge 
of the bed. The towel was a bother, but I left it in place. 
Not for any great reason other than I’m sometimes modest. 
Concentrating on what I’d need calmed the hard member and now 
I knelt by the bed.

A towel was underneath Debra’s hips, folded several times. 
She had her feet on the edge of the bed, leaning back and 
looking down at me. She tugged on the bikini tie, sloooowly, 
while watching my reaction. I tried to look bored, but my 
eyes were glued to the string unraveling. When I did, Debra 
lifted her hips and I slid down her bottoms, revealing her 
beautiful pussy.

There was only a small patch of hair left, just above her 
clit. The rest of her pussy had been shaved clean, except for 
a small bit near her anus. I looked up and smiled at her.

“You’re beautiful.” I said softly. Debra smiled, adjusting 
her legs to be comfortable. Kay looked on while I placed a 
warm washcloth over Debra’s mons. The pan of water I had was 
just a bit too warm, so I picked up the scissors, a small 
pair, and put bandage tape over the sharp tips.

“I don’t want to nick you, even by accident.” I said quietly.

Debra nodded. “You’d better not!” Her smile told me that she 
was both nervous and serious.

To calm her I slid my hand lightly from her knee to mid 
thigh, pressing her leg outward. She resisted not at all, 
baring her pussy to me as though it was natural. With a few 
snips, I trimmed what little hair was left down to short 
stubs. The washcloth was reapplied while I prepared the soap. 
I used Ken’s shaving mug and brush (thank you big guy, I’m 
glad you’re old-fashioned!). Once I had some lather, I 
brushed it on using my fingers. Debra tensed, since I 
slathered the warm, creamy stuff over her mound liberally. My 
fingers slid over her skin, caressing and touching her with 
several intents.

Kay’s razor is a safety type, and I rinsed it in the water, 
getting it warm. Using wet fingers, I removed some of the 
excess lather from Debra’s twat, especially some that had 
covered her clit.

“This might excite you a little.” I said. My finger found her 
clit, and wet with warm water, I wiped off the slippery soap, 
tracing the outline to the top of her slit. Debra’s hips move 
upwards slightly, and her lips parted. I could see her chest 
rising faster now too.

The first stroke took only a slight bit of hair. I was 
teasing too, trying to draw out this experience for all of 
us. I removed the rest of her hair, working gently over her 
mons. With wet fingers and the little bit of remaining soap, 
I made her mons slippery in search of missed stubble. I had 
to touch-up several areas, mostly around the large tendon 
that joins her thighs to her crotch. As I did, I could see 
droplets of water trickle down alongside her cuntlips, and as 
I was finishing the last little area, a thick trickle of 
white cream seeped from between her now engorged labia.

The warm washcloth again, this time I rubbed her now bare 
mons. Even here Debra had a light tan skin tone. Beautiful! 
Now clean and bare, I removed the washcloth and ran my finger 
up her slit, coating her clit with her slick juices.

“Now, roll over and I’ll finish you.” I said.

Debra hesitated only briefly, then rolled over. I got her on 
hands and knees, with her head down. A soft sigh escaped her 
lips and I could hear her pussy lips part with a sticky 
smack. I think she thought I was going to get her off then, 
but instead I began to lather around her asshole. Debra 
tensed and I held her thigh lightly.

“Just a little bit of shaving left.” I said. “Then.”

Adding the last word made her relax. As my fingers lathered 
her little hole, I could feel her hips moving in a slow 
motion. Debra’s ass is tight and firm, and I needed a hand. I 
asked Kay to help, and she held Debra’s cheeks open without a 
moment’s hesitation. Debra gasped when she felt Kay’s hands 
on her butt, spreading her wide open.

I used the razor, working up her ass, outward from her hole. 
The small area between her ass and cunt was sensitive. Debra 
tensed each time I touched her there. Soon her backside was 
as bare as her front, and I cleaned her with the washcloth. I 
could smell Debra’s musk clearly, and even Kay’s when she 
moved right.

“Almost done.” I said softly, caressing Debra’s beautiful 
ass.

I poured some lotion into my hands and then slid the up the 
backs of her thighs, just below her buttocks. The slippery 
cream let my hands glide over her taut cheeks easily. As my 
hands slithered, I leaned forward and extended my tongue. Kay 
was kneeling, looking down at Debra’s ass. I looked up at her 
and smiled, then gently rimmed Debra’s ass.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!” Debra sighed, trying to raise her butt higher.

With slippery hands I ran them around to the front of her 
thighs, and pulled her back as my tongue slipped down, closer 
to her entrance. Debra trembled slightly and I teased the 
sensitive area between her openings, flicking my tongue 
rapidly. My reward was her soft moan.

I shifted my weight and the towel fell away. Just as well, 
since I really didn’t want to wear it any longer. My tongue 
found her opening, and the juices that were seeping from her. 
I shoved my tongue into her, flicking around sensually. I 
could feel her tension, her waiting. I licked from her 
opening towards her clit, moving slowly, teasing her as she’d 
done to me with her striptease. I stopped just before 
reaching her clit.

I shifted again, this time turning around to lay under 
Debra’s pussy, and tongue her newly shaved mons. I used my 
hands to massage her slippery ass cheeks, and from the corner 
of my eye saw Kay’s hand under her swim suit, moving rapidly. 
Debra’s hips were rocking now, trying to force my tongue to 
touch her clit. I pushed her back up.

“Still. Don’t move.” I said softly. Debra held still.

My tongue started below her clit, running up her slit until I 
found her hard bud. Using just the tip, I flicked over her 
clit as fast as I could, holding her hips still. Seconds 
after I started, I could feel her trying to force her hips 
down against my arms. The movements became more and more 
forceful, and Debra began to rock her whole body.

I rocked my head back, sucking on her whole cunt, sucking her 
clit and cuntlips into my mouth. At the same time, I let go 
of her hips and Debra pressed her pussy firmly against my 
face. I could feel her spasms, her cunt pulsing against my 
mouth. Her slick, creamy cum coated my lips and chin. Debra 
began chanting “Oh” over and over until she let out a long 
moan, the pitch changing and trailing off as her orgasm 
washed over her. I slowly let go of her pussy, letting her 
labia slide from my lips. Debra’s body shook for a moment, 
then she sighed, deeply.

Debra rolled over, lying half across the pillows. She’d lost 
the top of her bikini and I could see her dark brown nipples 
were rigidly hard. I knelt on the floor again, looking up her 
long, tan legs at her shaved cunt, slick with my saliva and 
her cream. Her small tits were just right for her lithe form, 
and she had such a pleased smile on her face.

Kay was nowhere to be seen. I figured she’d left either to 
take care of herself, or to give us privacy, even though the 
bedroom door was open. I stood up, and Debra looked me over. 
Her eyes went to my still hard cock and she smiled.

“I want you.” She said in a sexy voice. “Let me eat you.”

Debra had me lie on the bed while she knelt on the floor, 
sucking my cock. I’m not the biggest in the world, but I was 
big enough that Debra had to work me into her mouth. Debra 
seemed to be drooling down my cock, working up and down 
slowly. Her tongue was magnificent, pressing firmly against 
the sensitive underside and flicking the head’s ridge 
backwards. Without warning, Debra began descending on my 
cock, and kept going until she had all but the last bit of my 
seven inches in her mouth. She looked up at me then, those 
hazel eyes staring brightly at me from her dark looks. Fire 
burned in her eyes, a lusty, half-glazed look. She came up, 
then immediately took me down again, bobbing her head 
quickly. When she began tickling my balls with her nails, I 
knew I would shoot very quickly.

“No.” I breathed with great effort. As much as I wanted to 
cum in her mouth for her, I wanted to be the first to bathe 
her smooth, hairless little cunt with sperm. “I want to cum 
inside you. All over your smooth pussy.” The words came out 
lustily, and with effort.

Debra let go of my cock and practically jumped on top of me. 
She grabbed my shaft and pressed it to her slit, then sat 
down quickly. Both of us moaned. Debra was tight, but she was 
also sopping wet. It was just heavenly!

After a few lusty moments of Debra litterally jamming my cock 
up her cunt, I grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back. 
I pulled her hair to one side, to keep it from catching, and 
she surprised me again.

“Yes!” She hissed lustily. “Pull my hair. Pull on it.”

I grabbed a handful and pulled her up to kiss me. Our mouths 
met in incandescent passion, our tongues swirling madly as 
our loins pressed tightly. I flexed my cock inside her and 
felt Debra jump. She started to squeeze back, wrapping her 
legs around me tightly.

“Fuck me. Please. Fuck me now!” Debra breathed in my ear.

We both began slamming against each other. My lips found one 
of her hard nipples and sucked hard. She pulled my face to 
her tits telling me to bite them. I did, sucking, biting 
harder until she cried out, thrusting her hips wantonly 
against me.

“You’re gonna cum. Oh God! I can feel it! Cum in me baby, cum 
in me!” Debra said breathlessly. She was right too. I was 
about to cum, and it felt like it would be a gusher.

“Cum with me.” I replied passionately. “Milk me with your 
cunt. Milk my sperm into your cumming cunt.”

“Yes! Oh yes!” Debra was arching up against me, my cock 
driving deep, bumping her cervix several times.

It was time. My cock swelled, becoming rigid as steel. I 
crammed it into her hot cunt, shoving hard, driving deep. My 
hands pulled her down on me by the shoulders, just as my hips 
drove upwards. Her upper lip curled, her climax a moment 
away.

“Fill me with cum!” Debra cried out as my cock banged her 
cervix.

I rammed home and she yelped. My cock began spewing thick 
streams of fiery hot sperm deep into her. My body was locked 
in arching orgasm, holding my sperm-spurting cock deep inside 
her sopped cunt. The massive throbbing of my cock shooting 
brought Debra off too, and her hips rocked wildly for a 
second, then arched up, pressing me against the end of her 
tunnel.

We both opened our eyes a moment later, and looked at each 
other. In her eyes was all I needed to make this complete. It 
felt like I was looking deep into her soul, and she into 
mine. Debra smiled, and gently closed her eyes, pulling me 
closer to her.

Our blissful state lasted about five minutes. Kay’s moans 
from the other room brought us back to reality. Ken had 
obviously returned and was fucking her in the living room. 
Debra smiled at me knowingly, and I began to get hard again, 
still inside her pussy. Debra rocked her hips slowly, testing 
the firmness of my new erection. I could feel our juices 
seeping down past my cock, and thus aroused again, I began 
teasing one of her dark nipples with my tongue.

Kay’s moans increased in volume, and we could hear Ken’s deep 
voice without hearing what he said. A sudden sharp moan, then 
silence. Debra’s cunt spasmed around my cock, and I flexed 
inside her. Her legs and arms wrapped around me and we kissed 
passionately. We were rocking gently, just stirring our fires 
when we felt, rather than heard, Kay enter the room.

Kay’s hair was a tangled mess, and sweat glistened between 
her large, dangling tits. Her bush was thick and the hairs 
below her cunt were wet and splotched with Ken’s sperm. Debra 
and I looked at her as she stood there unsure if she should 
proceed.

“Did you have fun too?” Debra asked with a laugh. “I sure 
looks it.”

Kay looked down at her tits, sweaty and shiny. “Ken wants me 
to shave my pussy too.” She said excitedly. “And I want you 
to do it for me.”

My cock jumped in Debra’s cunt, and she looked at me, 
squeezing me back. She unfolded her long legs, and we parted. 
As my cock slid out of her and I moved, the head trailed 
across her now bare mons and she shivered.

“Oooh, that’s nice.” She cooed. I reached down and cupped her 
naked cunt, letting our juices soak my hand.

“Here’s some lotion for your skin.” I said lustily, spreading 
our wetness over her naked crotch. Debra hissed and pushed 
her cunt back into my hand as I coated her with cum and cunt 
juice. When I finished, her mons was glistening and slippery. 
I leaned down and bit her left nipple gently, and she looked 
at me with fire in those cool hazel eyes again.

I looked at Kay, who was toying with her own soaked pussy. 
“Tell Ken to get his butt in here. He’s gotta watch so he 
learns how to take care of your pussy.”

Moments later Ken was in the room and openly admiring Debra’s 
naked pussy. Ken’s cock began to rise when Kay crawled up on 
the bed and asked him what he thought of Debra’s bare slit.

“I love it.” Ken said very quietly. Debra smiled and so did 
Kay.

Kay took her position, just as Debra had done. This time, Ken 
stood behind me and I lectured him about shaving a pussy. Kay 
had a thick mat of hair over her cunt, and the first thing 
was trimming it off with scissors. I trimmed all the way back 
around her asshole too, leaving short, bristle like hairs. 
Ken’s cock was at full mast, all nine and a half inches of 
it. Debra kept looking at Ken’s cock then down at mine. I 
tried to ignore it because it was distracting me.

The washcloth, then the lather. I explained to Ken how to use 
his finger to wipe off her clit, labia and other sensitive 
areas, and to use his finger to protect them. Kay’s legs were 
flung wide, high in the air, with Debra holding her right 
leg. Using my fingers I kept her skin taut, and shaved either 
side of her engorged cuntlips. I pulled on them, and Kay’s 
breathing was heavy.

“If you keep creaming all over like that,” I said, “I’m going 
to have to wash you all over again.”

“Ohhh, I ...can’t help it.” Kay said in a husky voice. “I’m 
so...so close!”

Instead of finishing her off, I sat back and let her calm 
down. Debra smiled and said that next time she would like Kay 
to hold her legs. Kay just smiled back, and I had Ken move 
over and hold the other leg.

This time I moved a little faster, and once over her mons, 
began to remove her hair with smaller strokes. Kay’s chest 
and face were pink with an excited flush. Her pussy revealed 
itself to have a nice curvy shape, with her clit peeking out 
between her folds. I rinsed the razor and used the washcloth, 
removing the soap. Kay was pushing her cunt against my hand, 
and her nipples were almost half and inch long.

“Roll over.” I said.

Kay did, easily and quickly, thrusting her ass into the air. 
She put her head down, her tits pressed against the bed. Ken 
and Debra pulled her cheeks apart, and I shaved around her 
asshole and the area between her ass and cunt. I could see 
thick cream oozing from her slit, trickling down towards her 
clit. When I had finished, I poured some of the lotion into 
Ken’s hands and told him to caress her ass. Debra smiled when 
my hand cupped Kay’s twat. She knew what I was going to do.

“Cum in my hand.” I told Kay. “Make my hand wet.”

I rubbed her clit and Kay did cum, rocking her pussy against 
my hand and soaking it with her juices mixed with the 
remainder of Ken’s sperm. As she rocked, I spread the 
slippery stuff all over her newly shaved twat, all the way up 
to her asshole. Ken was massaging her ass, spreading the 
creamy lotion all around. Kay’s crotch and ass glistened, and 
it was impossible to tell where the lotion began or their 
juices stopped. Kay kept shoving her cunt back onto my hand 
and I worked my thumb inside her.

“Ohhh, I’m cummmmminnnngg!” Kay announced with a wavering 
moan. She clutched at Debra’s knee, Kay’s body tensing and 
shuddering. I looked at Ken and he was smiling at her display 
of orgasmic pleasure.

“Fuck her now.” I told Ken. He didn’t need to be told twice. 
Ken and I move, and he filled Kay’s sopping cunt with his 
thick cock, sliding deep into her with a single thrust. Kay 
kept cumming, rocking her ass up and down on Ken’s motionless 
body.

I moved next to Debra, and I was spellbound as she took my 
soaked hand and raised it to her mouth. Her tongue extended, 
she licked my palm, tasting Kay’s cream and any of Ken’s 
sperm still mixed with it. I watched her lick the slippery 
juices off, then she pressed my hand to her right breast. I 
cupped her tit and pinched her nipple hard.

“Fuck me too.” Debra said softly.

We moved and I let Debra sit on me. I had my legs on either 
side of Kay, her face inches from my cock. Debra sat down, 
spreading her cunt on my stiff prick. Kay watched my cock 
enter her friend up close, and I felt her hand rubbing 
Debra’s bare cunt.

“Ohh, you’re so beautiful!” Kay moaned. “Fuck her. Fuck her 
hard.”

Ken was still pumping Kay’s cunt and watching us over Kay’s 
back. Debra began to rock her hips, rising up and down on my 
shaft. I felt Kay’s fingers fondling my hanging balls, then a 
moment later her hot breath and tongue. Kay licked around my 
balls for a few moments then she put her hand between Debra’s 
ass and me, holding her still. Kay’s tongue traced up my 
cock, and then Debra let out a deep, guttural groan.

Ken began thrusting harder into Kay’s dripping snatch, 
forcing her face against Debra’s bare slit. My hips rocked 
now, and Debra’s pussy was getting even wetter than before. I 
ground my loins to her ass, and Debra sat down, pressing her 
full weight on me. Her cunt spasmed around my cock, and she 
leaned back, lying down on me. I cupped her tits, pulling her 
nipples and rolling them back and forth. Debra’s stomach 
heaved as her ass clenched. Her cunt gripped me like a vise, 
and then her legs wrapped around Kay’s head.

“Ohhhhhh Gawwwwwwwwwddddd!!” Debra practically screamed.

I could hear Kay moaning too, and feel her shaking her head. 
Ken’s thrusts were getting harder, and he finally groaned, 
shoving Kay’s face tight against Debra’s cock-filled cunt. 
Ken groaned and Kay moaned in pleasure.

Debra was still climaxing, and her words came out between 
sharp breaths. “Fill...me...up. Fill...me..with...cum. 
Fill...my...cunt...with ...with cummm.”

Her spasming, shuddering body was milking my cock, and I was 
close too. But most of my cock was outside her, only the head 
and a little more still gripped in her. Kay lapped up and 
down my cock, then sucked at the base, tickling my balls. I 
groaned deeply. So close. So very close!

My hips rocked, shoving my cock into Debra then withdrawing, 
coated with her slippery cunt juice. Kay kept licking and 
lapping, and I pumped again. Then again. Surge...I rammed my 
cock as deep as I could, spurting just as I was fully in her. 
Debra gasped, and as I rocked my hips for another thrust, Kay 
pulled me out of Debra’s slippery twat.

Cum kept spurting, and I could feel the thick streams 
shooting out with great force. Debra’s hips rose off of me, 
and I felt my cock head pressed against her slit, Kay’s hand 
pumping my jism out.

Debra’s body began shaking uncontrollably. Kay let go of me, 
and my cock hit my stomach with a wet splat. Debra’s ass 
pressed it against me. Debra was shaking and writhing on top 
of me, and Kay was lapping my sperm from Debra’s bare 
cuntlips. Debra twisted and arched against me, my hands again 
on her tits, pulling her nipples. She was having one orgasm 
after another, with Kay’s tongue slurping her drenched cunt.

When we were finally exhausted, Debra slid off to my side, 
her ass still on my crotch. We kissed, and she was still full 
of passion, but more subdued. Again our intimacy was 
interrupted by Kay’s moans. We both looked and Kay had pushed 
herself up on her hands. Ken was pumping again, holding her 
hips. Kay’s face glistened with Debra’s cum, mixed with mine. 
Her tits hung down, almost touching the rumpled covers, 
swaying with Ken’s thrusts.

Ken pumped for a few minutes, then withdrew, joining us on 
the bed and jerking his cock towards Kay’s open mouth.

“Soak her tits.” I muttered, thinking of her big, floppy 
tits. Kay sat up, cupping her breasts. Ken jerked furiously, 
and Debra sat up, leaning over and licking one of Kay’s 
nipples.

“Cum all over the place.” Debra said. “Cum on her big tits. 
Soak ‘em down.”

Ken erupted with a long deep moan. Sperm splashed high on 
Kay’s chest and then another spurt landed on top of her right 
tit, spraying Debra’s face too. Ken spurted a few more times, 
making a thick pool of jism form between Kay’s clenched tits. 
I watched Debra lap up the thick pool of cum and then grab 
Kay’s head and kiss her deeply.

When Debra sat down again, her small tits showed little globs 
of Ken’s sperm from being pressed against Kay’s tits. Both 
women licked their lips and then toyed with their newly 
shaven cunts.

I was drained, yet, I was also still in an erotic mood. The 
four of us relaxed and I phoned an order for a pizza. We were 
still in bed when the buzzer rang. I put on my pants, now 
dry, and let the pizza boy come up. When he knocked on the 
door, I paid him, taking the warm pizza box. Kay walked by, 
taking the pizza into the kitchen. She did so proudly wearing 
only a smile. The young pizza boy’s eyes almost popped out, 
and his jaw dropped when Debra walked by, likewise naked. I 
thanked him and closed the door, wishing I’d had a camera. 
His face was priceless!

Ken joined the girls in the kitchen, and Debra brought me 
several slices. She sat on my lap while we ate, not letting 
me get out of my jeans so I was half dressed, accenting 
everyone’s nudity.

We finished our pizza, and watched some adult videos Ken and 
Kay had. Debra asked Kay how Ken’s big cock felt and Kay told 
her to find out for herself. Debra looked at me and I winked. 
I had nothing to lose really. We swapped partners, and Ken 
fucked Debra’s tight cunt while she sat on his lap. Kay and I 
watched before joining the fun. This time Kay ate Debra and 
licked Ken’s cock and balls while I fucked her from behind. 
We were moving slower now, a bit tired, tummies full, and 
only a little less lusty.

I pulled out of Kay’s dripping wet cunt and fed Debra my 
slick cock. She sucked it greedily for a short time, having 
to stop in order to breathe. Kay was lapping Debra’s clit and 
Debra’s eyes were half-lidded as she neared orgasm. I stroked 
myself and pressed the head against Debra’s soft little tit.

“Mmm, cum all over me.” Debra said. “Shoot it all over me.”

Kay sat up and grabbed my cock, jerking me against Debra’s 
tit. “I know what she wants.” Kay said. “She wants your hot 
cum all over her.”

Kay jerked and Ken thrust, and soon Debra was moaning too. 
Ken slammed into her faster and faster, making Debra’s jaw go 
slack. I was standing, looking down on the scene, and got an 
idea.

“Push your tits against her cunt.” I told Kay, which she did. 
“Pull out and cum all over Debra’s naked cunt. I want to see 
Kay rub her tits in Debra’s sperm soaked cunt.”

“I’m gonna soak both of ‘em in jism!” Ken said harshly. “Cum 
all over these hot bitches!”

Ken groaned, spurting into Debra’s slippery cunt, then 
pulling out to spurt all over Kay’s tits. With his cock 
spurting white cum into Kay’s cleavage and onto her jiggling 
tits, Debra rocked her cunt forward, spreading the jism 
around with a wet, squishing noise. I started to cum too, 
announcing it.

“Here it comes!” I said, Kay’s hand pressing my cock against 
Debra’s cheek. Debra turned and opened her mouth. The first 
spurt soaked her lips, dripping down off her chin and onto 
Kay’s tits. Debra’s mouth closed around me and I felt her 
tongue coaxing my sperm into her mouth. It felt like she was 
sucking it straight from my balls. She finally let go, then 
smiled, letting a little dribble out between her lips. Kay 
pulled her down and kissed her.

As day turned into night, we showered and sat around naked. 
Debra and I cuddled a lot, and my hands kept straying to her 
shaved pussy, often finding her own hand there. Our touching 
was more sensual now, softer, gentler. Our friends left us 
alone, sensing our needs. We kissed for a long time, and then 
we used the floor, making love in slow, tender, erotic style.

“It’s been a long day.” Debra said. “What did you like the 
best?”

Debra asked her question while lying on top of me, my 
softening cock still deep inside her. I ran my hand from her 
ass up her back, then hugged her. “Being alone with you was 
the best.” I said.

Debra kissed me with deep passion, pressing her body tightly 
to mine. I could feel her pussy squeeze me inside her. “Hmmm, 
do you make house calls? My pussy is going to need LOTS of 
attention now.”

I smiled and hugged her, kissing her briefly.

“House calls are my specialty.” I said. “And thank you for 
pushing me into the pool.”

She giggled, then put her head on my chest before we fell 
asleep.

end

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Pussy Barber

Kate’s Party

Kate nervously knocked on the door to Linda’s place, 
wondering if she should go through with her fantasy after 
all. There were numerous cars parked all around Linda’s 
house, which meant Linda had been very successful in 
recruiting people to fulfill Kate’s fantasy.

The door opened and Linda greeted Kate, ushering her inside. 
Kate saw that Linda was wearing a one-piece dress that clung 
to her nicely, and not only revealed a lot of cleavage, but 
was slit all the way up to the point of the tall brunette’s 
hip. Kate heard voices in the back yard, and the den. There 
was no one in the living room, but Linda had started a fire 
there anyhow. “Nice of her.” Kate thought.

Linda ushered Kate into a back room, where Torre was waiting. 
Linda suggested that Kate have a glass of wine and relax for 
before getting undressed. Torre was there to help her and to 
be her “go-fer”.

“You can back out any time.” Linda said. “Few people know 
that this is all for you. If you do, we’ll just have a good 
swinging party like we planned.”

Kate nodded and thanked Linda, and watched her close the door 
behind her. She and Torre looked at each other. Kate’s short 
blonde hair made her look cute and sexy, while Torre’s long, 
dark tresses and the contours of her face, made her look like 
a sexy bombshell.

“Do you know?” Kate asked, pouring some red wine.

“Yes.” Torre replied. “It’s a hot fantasy if you ask me.”

Kate sat down and thought about it, and the more she did, the 
more she wanted to do it. Her clit began to tingle at the 
idea, and her pussy became damp, wetting her panties 
slightly. She asked Torre how many men and women were at the 
party, and was satisfied that there were enough men to 
complete her scenario properly. Twenty six men were enough to 
insure success.

Kate stood and began to undress, removing her sweater and 
bra. Torre watched, and she commented on Kate’s slim beauty. 
Especially her breasts. Kate’s breasts weren’t large, but 
they were firm, round white mounds of soft flesh that shook 
pleasantly when she moved. Torre especially liked Kate’s 
full, dark-pink nipples which contrasted to her fair skin. 
Kate’s jeans went next, along with her panties. Torre smiled 
when she saw Kate’s light bush, just a shade or two darker 
than her golden blonde hair. Kate picked up her wine glass 
and sat back down in the chair, dangling one leg over the 
thickly padded arm.

“Should I tell Linda you’re ready?” Torre asked.

“Not yet.” Kate said, “I need to psyche up a little more.”

Torre looked at Kate’s naked body, feeling her own response 
to her closeness. “Maybe I can help.” She said.

Kate looked at Torre, and watched as the sexy brunette, still 
in her street clothes knelt before her. Kate had seldom had 
anyone so willing to lick her. At 26, Kate had experienced 
many lovers, but none who ignited her most passionate fires. 
Kate just watched as Torre leaned forward, pausing to look up 
at her, searching for either approval or rejection. Seeing 
neither, Torre pressed her lips against Kate’s labia, her 
tongue drawing a line up the blonde pussy.

“Ohhhh!” Kate sighed. “That’s so good!”

Torre felt Kate’s wetness, her anticipation of her wildest 
fantasy about to come true. The short-haired blonde was 
already aroused, and her body sensitive. Torre licked and 
sucked, lovingly running her tongue around Kate’s small clit. 
Torre felt her own body getting highly aroused, and she knew 
why. Kate’s sexuality was derived from the opposite end of 
the spectrum from Torre. While Torre looked like a woman who 
would be a wanton, lusty animal in bed, Kate’s wholesome, 
all-american looks made her look sweet and innocent. To see 
her naked, legs spread with a woman tonguing her clit was 
highly erotic.

Kate’s hips began moving in a slow, rhythmic rocking motion. 
Torre kept up her tongue lashing, even reaching up to pull on 
the blonde’s sexy nipples. Kate’s tits looked firm, but they 
were soft and warm, and Torre wished she could take her home 
for hours of mutual pleasure.

Kate’s hips moved faster, and her face was flushed. Torre 
stopped, knowing that Kate wanted to be hot, not limp and 
tired, for her fantasy.

“I’ll tell Linda you’re ready.” Torre said quietly. Kate 
nodded her agreement.

After Torre found her and whispered to her that Kate was 
ready, Linda gathered everyone inside. She stepped into the 
middle of the room and asked for everyone’s attention. She 
thanked everyone for coming, and a voice in the back said 
“Not yet!”, getting laughter around the room. Linda waited 
for it to die down and continued, explaining that one of the 
reasons for the party was their monthly swinging group, and 
another reason was that a very special friend wanted her 
fantasy fulfilled. A low murmur went through the crowd and 
people looked around, trying to spot the guest of honor.

“Her name is Kate,” Linda said, “and her fantasy requires 
that we all continue our party like this was just a friendly 
cocktail party, with a few minor differences.”

People were interested now, and Linda outlined some of the 
plan to them, telling them how Kate expected them to react to 
her and how they shouldn’t notice her state of undress. 
Everyone agreed to join in the fun, and Linda called for 
several individual men to join her in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Torre had returned to Kate, who was now toying 
with her blonde pussy, keeping herself very aroused. Torre 
explained that Linda would come back for her in a few 
minutes, and that they’d best get Kate ready.

Torre opened a drawer and began dressing Kate in her costume. 
The leather straps crossed her breasts, and fastened in the 
back. Torre made sure to tighten them so that they held 
Kate’s smallish breasts up high, and pointing straight out. 
Kate fastened the wide leather wristlets and put on the 
choker too. Torre fastened a leather strap around Kate’s 
waist, and another that went between her legs and over her 
hips. These two were buckled together, then cinched. Kate 
felt the straps over her ass spread her cheeks, and the 
leather pressing tightly against her pussy. The straps spread 
apart from between her legs, and being tight, they caused 
Kate’s clit to be exposed, pressed out between the straps 
along with some of her soft flesh. It felt absolutely wicked 
and wonderful to Kate. Lastly, Torre placed a pair of small 
clips on the ends of Kate’s breasts, pinching her nipples. A 
small chain tied them together with the chain curving 
downward nicely. Torre looked her over, her own pussy 
releasing its juices. Torre decided that Kate needed 
something else. She reached into her purse and removed a pair 
of earrings with long, dangling silver pieces. She removed 
Kate’s small studs and replaced them with the dangling ones. 
Torre then re-brushed Kate’s hair, giving her hair the look 
of a woman who’d been less than innocent recently.

Kate looked in the mirror, and her hands ran over the straps 
as well as her body. She’d never looked this hot in all her 
life, nor imagined how good the restraints would feel. Her 
face was flushed, and with Torre’s help, she looked as if 
she’d already had sex. Kate turned and kissed Torre, squarely 
on the lips, and then thanked her for her help. Torre was 
thinking of a longer kiss when Linda knocked and interrupted. 
Kate followed Linda out, and Torre followed Kate.

The party looked like any normal party, with people milling 
in all the main rooms of the house. Linda took Kate right 
into the living room, Kate’s breasts shimmying in her leather 
harness. All eyes looked at her as she entered the room, and 
then, just as quickly, returned to their prior subjects. Kate 
felt her nervous excitement again. Linda brought Kate up to a 
trio who were standing by the fireplace talking. She 
introduced Kate, and each person to Kate. Kate was so nervous 
she couldn’t remember anyone’s name, and she smiled as she 
would at any other party. One of the two men asked Kate what 
she thought of a recent movie, and she began to get involved 
in their conversation. Kate could feel her pussy’s cream 
warming her, knowing that she was getting quick, furtive 
glances from the others in the room. Several women joined 
their circle and listened to the conversation. Someone was 
saying that Tom Cruise was going to be over the hill in a few 
years. That’s when Torre came by, carrying a tray of wine 
glasses. She served Kate first, and Kate took her special 
glass. Without looking at it further, Kate pretended to 
listen as she brought it to her lips. The eyes on the women 
widened while they watched, and one of the men across from 
her noticed too. Kate touched the glass to her lips and 
tasted. It was salty, and just slightly bitter. She sipped a 
large sip of the sperm from the glass and held it about waist 
level, licking her lips absentmindedly.

One of the women, an attractive brunette about Kate’s age, 
stepped over to her and began asking her about wearing her 
hair short. The woman’s hair was long but braided and pulled 
back up to the crown of her head. She looked good with her 
hair tight against her head, and Kate told her so. While the 
woman talked about how men liked her long hair and how 
difficult it was to manage, Kate sipped from her glass, 
letting it wash up over her upper lip slightly so she could 
lick it off.

The woman kept getting distracted by that, but continued 
talking after a pause, as if nothing had happened. A few 
minutes later, Kate excused herself and moved over to another 
group of people. The conversation here was livelier, with 
people talking about their favorite sexual positions. A 
short, cheerful looking redhead said that her favorite 
position was on her knees, and everyone laughed. They said 
hello to Kate, casually, as if her nakedness wasn’t uncommon. 
While the redhead was talking again, Kate raised her glass 
and drank down the last of the creamy white mixture in a 
smooth gulp. The redhead lost her train of thought and 
stared. Kate licked her lips and someone else picked up the 
conversation. The redhead kept glancing back up at Kate, 
making her feel hot. Torre arrived again, offering a tray of 
wine to everyone. Several people took glasses, and Kate 
didn’t see one for her. Just as Torre moved to her, a single 
glass appeared on the tray, and Kate took it, laughing at 
someone’s joke. Without looking she sipped and then drained 
about half the glass. The blonde standing next to a well 
built man, cleared her throat, staring at Kate’s hand.

Kate pretended to misinterpret the stare, and showed the 
blonde the rings that covered the first three fingers. She 
held her hand out, still holding the glass of thick cum. The 
blonde stared down, and then said that the rings were nice.

Linda came up and told Kate there was someone she should meet 
and led her into the den. People were sitting and standing 
around the room. Linda led Kate to a couple sitting on a 
sofa. Linda introduced them and Ken and Wanda. Wanda was a 
small, thin, young girl of 18, and Ken was a handsome man of 
about 30. From Kate’s position, each time Wanda leaned over, 
Kate could see down the girl’s front, clear to her navel. 
Wanda had small breasts with large pink nipples that were 
already hard. Ken told Kate that they and another couple, 
Mike and Barbara had been discussing favorite sexual acts 
when she arrived. Kate asked him what his was, and Ken 
replied that it was anal sex. Kate felt her body give a 
twinge, and she asked Wanda, who also liked anal sex. Barbara 
said hers was eating pussy or sucking cock, then asked Kate 
what hers was. Kate smiled, and toasted Barbara with her 
glass.

“Drinking cum.” Kate said evenly. “Lots of cum.” Then Kate 
drained the glass. Barbara’s hips rocked upwards slightly.

“That’s sexy.” Wanda said, and Kate looked back down at her.

Wanda was leaning forward, reaching for a cigarette on the 
table. She was leaning right past Kate’s leg, looking up at 
her. Kate turned the glass upside down, a pearlescent drop 
forming and running down the inside of the glass. Wanda 
watched, frozen in place. The drop grew on the edge of the 
glass, hanging right over Wanda’s open cleavage. Just as the 
drop formed and sagged, Kate moved the glass, holding it over 
her own nipple and letting the creamy stuff drip against her 
areola and run down over the clamp.

Wanda sat back and breathed again, then lit her cigarette. 
Torre came by and asked if Kate would like another, taking 
the empty glass from her. Kate noticed now for the first time 
that Torre was wearing a maid’s outfit, and that it was 
indecently short, showing her ass well, and pushing the 
brunette’s tits together in the low cut front.

A loud, staccato laugh filled the air, and Kate looked 
around, seeing that it was a busty young woman wearing a 
slinky dress that exposed a lot of her.

“That’s Ellie.” Wanda spat the name out. “The biggest titted 
slut you’ll ever meet.”

“Oh?” Kate replied. “Why’s that?”

Wanda made a face. “She’ll fuck anything with a dick.” Wanda 
commented, blowing out bluish smoke. “And she’s happiest when 
she has three or four at once.”

“Sounds like she has fun to me.” Kate said.

Torre came back a moment later, and on her tray were two 
glasses, filled with Kate’s drink. Kate reached for one, just 
getting her hand on it, when Torre let the tray slip. The 
second glass spilled and its contents splashed against Kate’s 
chest, the glass landing on the tray.

Kate stepped back involuntarily, holding her arms away from 
her body, and looking down at her chest. Thick white sperm, 
still warm, ran down her small breasts, pooled and trickled 
down over her leather straps and down towards her thighs.

“OH! I’m so sorry!” Torre exclaimed. “Let me help you.”

Like the clumsy waitress, Torre began brushing Kate’s chest, 
rubbing the warm creamy sperm over her tits and down her 
front. Kate stepped back.

“Stop it!” Kate yelled.

“Stand still.” Torre protested, then pulled on one the nipple 
clamps. Kate felt a twinge deep in her very wet pussy, and 
her clit was screaming at her.

“Oww!” Kate said, even though it had been more pleasure than 
pain. “You stupid slut!”

Torre looked shocked, then slapped Kate, but not too hard.

Kate looked at her, then splashed the contents of her glass 
into Torre’s face and tits, the thick white cream dripping 
from the brunette’s face onto her cleavage.

“You fucking bitch!” Torre said and grabbed Kate’s arm. Kate 
tossed the glass down to the sofa, spilling the last dribbles 
against Wanda’s lap. The two women began to struggle, and the 
sound of tearing fabric filled the air.

Kate and Torre grabbed each other, and Torre’s clothes were 
ripping and falling away. The two fell to the floor, 
struggling on the carpet. It was Kate on top first, then 
Torre, both women’s breasts bouncing and shaking. Kate and 
Torre struggled as a crowd gathered, and then Torre got the 
upper hand, getting a hold of a short thong attached to 
Kate’s choker. She put her hand on it, pinning Kate’s head 
and shoulders to the floor. Kate’s legs were locked around 
Torre’s waist, and the brunette’s naked pussy brushed against 
Kate’s clit.

“Now lick it off you cum-drinking slut!” Torre commanded, 
then lowered her wet tits to Kate’s face. Sperm covered 
Torre’s lower face, and it was dripping from her nipples onto 
Kate’s lips. Kate reached out with her tongue and licked one 
nipple.

“C’mon! I said lick it all off!” Torre commanded her again, 
then she pulled Kate’s face between her breasts. The short-
haired blonde began licking, her face getting wet with the 
creamy stuff. She finished each breast, licking it 
thoroughly.

“Now my face too!” Torre commanded, and again Kate began 
licking. This time, Torre got her long kiss, tasting the 
sperm on Kate’s tongue, and feeling Kate’s desperately hot 
tongue licking back lustily.

Linda appeared, holding a pair of glasses, one of which Torre 
took from her. Torre sat up, using her knee to keep Kate’s 
“leash” against the ground. Leaning back, Torre poured the 
wine-glass full of still warm sperm over her clit, and down 
her slit.

“Lick it off bitch.” Torre panted. “Lick my cunt!”

Kate licked, tasting Torre’s wetness first. It was sweeter, 
and less salty than the male counterpart. Then she tasted the 
thick sperm and began lapping it off Torre’s labia and clit.

“That’s it.” Torre said. “Get it all, even inside.”

Kate stuck her tongue into Torre’s entrance, tasting the 
sweet cream that Torre was making. Kate licked and sucked, 
until Torre’s pussy was cleaned off, but Kate’s face was 
soaked with the girl’s wetness.

“Now, this’ll teach you.” Torre said. She took the other 
glass from Linda and poured it over Kate’s exposed clit, 
leaving half of it in the glass. Kate moaned loudly. Torre 
drank the other half, then leaned over Kate, kissing her 
wetly and using her lips to spread it over the short-haired 
blonde’s face.

Torre got up and walked off, out of the room. Kate lay there, 
sperm on her face and clit, looking at people standing around 
her. She could see women holding their breasts, or touching 
themselves, and several men had large bulges. One man, 
standing near Kate’s head, unzipped his pants, pulled out his 
hard cock and began stroking it. Kate watched, fascinated. He 
knelt down on one knee and pressed it against her lips. Kate 
opened her mouth just in time to receive his gusher of thick 
cum, some of running down her cheek.

People moved off, talking in subdued tones. Several couples 
were more openly touching each other now. The man moved away 
too, and Kate hadn’t even seen his face!

Kate got up and the redhead came over to her. “Quite a show.” 
She said to Kate.

Kate blushed. Here she was, almost naked, with cum on her 
face, tits and clit, talking to a woman who was fully 
dressed. Kate noticed the young woman’s nipples pressed 
against her blouse.

“I need to clean up.” Kate said quietly.

“Nonsense.” The redhead said, and then she stepped forward, 
licking the side of Kate’s chin. “You look fine.”

The redhead moved close, then she touched Kate’s clit. 
Electric shocks went through her as the redhead quietly 
massaged Kate. She felt a hand pull gently on her right 
nipple clamp. “I’d love to lick it all off of you, you know.”

Kate sighed softly, her knees getting weak. The redhead 
kneeled, and she licked around Kate’s engorged clit, making 
Kate shudder and moan. Several people looked on, and when 
Kate opened her eyes again, Barbara was sucking Mike’s thick 
cock, watching Kate and the redhead while she fingered her 
pussy.

Kate looked over and saw Wanda, sitting alone, with her dress 
up over her lap, and her fingers busily teasing her clit. She 
wondered where Ken was, when she felt hands on her hips from 
behind. Ken spoke, telling her that she was too hot to 
resist.

The redhead moved back, stripping off her clothes to reveal a 
firm, tight body, with full round breasts that formed cones 
on her chest. Her triangle was a deep reddish orange. Kate 
felt herself being bent over and Ken’s cock sliding against 
her opening. His cock became wet quickly since Kate’s juices 
now coated her inner thighs.

“You’re SO wet! So hot!” Ken breathed.

The redhead, whose name Kate didn’t know, removed the clamps 
from Kate’s nipples and began sucking them. Kate felt her 
body twist inside out, her hips swaying. Ken’s cock probed 
her anus, sliding against it and pressing lightly. Kate 
moaned again.

Kate felt her knees giving, and Ken helped her to the floor. 
Kneeling on all fours, Kate felt him resume probing her anal 
entrance. Kate had done this only once before, but she was 
too horny to worry about it now. The redhead moved around and 
began licking Wanda’s pussy, showing her ass to Kate, who 
thought she looked beautifully sexy.

Barbara came over to Kate and kissed her, filling her mouth 
with Mike’s fresh, hot sperm. Barbara’s tongue swirled it 
around in Kate’s mouth, and then Barbara licked Kate’s face 
with her cum covered tongue. Kate was tasting it, feeling it 
when Ken’s cock began to press harder at her asshole. Kate 
arched her back, then leaned back, stretching her anus until 
Ken’s cock slipped in. Ken held it for a moment, then pushed 
his entire eight and a half inches deep into her asshole.

“OOhhhhhh Godddd!” Kate moaned.

Out of nowhere, Torre appeared, and she crawled under Kate. 
Torre began licking Kate’s blonde cunt, fingering her while 
Ken pumped her asshole. Kate began to shudder, her orgasm, 
pent up for so long, threatened to arrive quickly. Torre 
proved to be expert, keeping Kate on the edge, denying her 
release. Kate bucked harder and harder at the cock invading 
her asshole, squeezing it and trying to milk it into her 
butt.

Wanda knelt next to Kate, pulling on Kate’s left tit. “You 
want his hot cum in your asshole, don’t you?”

“YES!” Kate hissed.

“I want to see him fill your creamy white butt full of cum.” 
Wanda hissed back. “Just like he does when he butt-fucks me.”

Kate moaned again. The shaft pumping in and out of her 
asshole along with Torre’s fingers, made Kate incredibly 
horny, and she wanted to come, to scream with pleasure. But 
Torre had been well briefed by Linda, and Kate had a long way 
to go yet.

Ken’s cock kept pumping, and a pair of thirtyish men knelt in 
front of Kate. They were jerking their cocks in their fists, 
and Kate watched them. She knew what they wanted to do, and 
she wanted them to do it. “Oooh!” Wanda said, “They’re gonna 
shoot their jism all over your face! Would you like that?”

“Uh-huh!” Kate moaned, feeling Ken’s cock now making 
deliberate, deep strokes in her asshole.

The first man leaned forward, and Kate took his cock into her 
mouth. His thick cum spurted and she let it fill her mouth 
before she swallowed it. The second man slid closer and Wanda 
lifted Kate up, then squeezed her left tit hard, pulling on 
the nipple. Kate felt the man’s hot sperm wash over her tit 
and Wanda’s hand. Another gush and he came on her mouth, 
coating her lips with his white jism. Wanda leaned down and 
kissed Kate, licking his jism off her lips.

During their kiss, Ken groaned and shoved his cock deep into 
Kate’s tight asshole. His sperm gushed out, filling Kate’s 
butt with a creamy warmth.

Kate shuddered, and Torre tried to milk Ken’s cock from 
inside Kate’s cunt, pressing her fingers against the cock 
through the wall. Kate began rocking and jutting her hips, 
wanting to cum now.

Ken slowly pulled out of Kate’s asshole, leaving her with a 
very fucked feeling. Wanda got up and walked of with Ken, and 
Torre got up and told Kate not to go away. No sooner had 
Torre stood, than Kate felt her pussy being invaded. Kate 
didn’t even look, but she let the thick tool slide into her 
pussy. A few strokes told her that it wasn’t a real cock, and 
just as she began to look, a man knelt next to her, pushing 
his cock into her mouth. Kate felt the dildo slide into her 
asshole and groaned. The cock in her mouth tasted of pussy, 
and Kate knew that the man would come quickly. Indeed he did. 
This guy gushed into her mouth, sending long hot streams 
splashing against her cheeks. He pulled out and let the rest 
spurt onto her now sperm drenched face. Kate held his cock 
and smeared his cum over her lips.

Another man slid his legs under her, and Kate felt his cock 
push up against her cunt. With a dildo in her ass, a cuntfull 
of cock would certainly bring her off. His cock turned out to 
be thick, with a huge head that stretched her pussy. Kate 
felt him pushing against her anal wall, right through her 
cunt. It felt like she had a horse’s cock in her cunt. She 
hoped he came like one.

When the cock and dildo began moving in alternating strokes, 
Kate lost track of everything, except the feelings cramming 
into her brain. As Kate floated, every so often she’d blink 
her eyes open, her brain taking a snapshot of the room around 
her.

Blink. There was the redhead, riding a cock and sperm soaking 
her face. Blink. There was Linda, sucking a tit while someone 
fucked her from behind. Blink. Two girls, a pair of tan 
brunettes, one with her fingers in the other’s wide open 
cunt. Blink. A big titted woman sucking two guys while a gal 
sucks her tits.

Kate’s mind filled with the images of others fucking, and she 
knew she’d started it, and that they were watching her.

Torre returned, with a glass of cum, and she poured it over 
Kate’s breasts, then began to lick it off. Kate grabbed 
Torre’s head and pressed the brunette’s face against her, 
feeling the slippery wetness.

Kate felt the man’s cock shoot powerful streams of his sperm 
inside her cunt, and she shuddered at the sensation. He 
pulled out shortly and left Kate with someone still pumping a 
dildo, slowly, up her asshole.

Kate looked around, and saw who it was. A young, well built 
brunette was fucking her ass, with a dildo strapped on her 
pussy. Moaning filled the air, as did the musky fragrances of 
people. Kate was so horny, and she’d thought she was going to 
come with the last man, but she didn’t.

The redhead came back over, smiling and wiping the sperm off 
her chin. She kissed Kate, and Kate tasted the rich flavor of 
cum on the girl’s tongue. They kissed for a long time, 
breaking just as the dildo girl slid out of Kate’s asshole.

“Are you ready?” The redhead asked.

Kate nodded, ready for anything now. Torre and the redhead 
had Kate stand up, and Kate felt her asshole twinge from the 
fucking she’d taken. Both Torre and the redhead led her to a 
barren coffee table and made her lay down. The redhead stood 
alongside her and lifted her legs wide and high. Torre 
squatted almost over Kate’s face, holding Kate’s hands to her 
thighs.

“It’s time!” Linda announced, and people began gathering 
around. Mostly, the men were standing close to Kate, and 
women standing behind them. “Let’s do it!” Linda said from 
behind a man with a long cock. The women reached around and 
began jacking each man’s cock. Kate looked around her and 
watched, her pussy cream flowing down her ass freely. Kate 
felt lightheaded, and her heart pounded.

Several minutes went by and Linda’s voice came from behind 
the man with the long cock.

“C’mon studs! Soak her with your sperm!” Linda panted.

“She wants a hot sperm-bath.” The redhead chipped in.

“Drown her in your jism. Soak this hot slut in cum!” Torre 
moaned, her pussy dripping onto Kate’s face.

A man down my Kate’s leg came first, his cum landing on her 
thigh and stomach. He leaned forward, holding his cock and 
the girl’s hand that pumped it, and shot twice more onto 
Kate’s spread cunt. The warm cream landed just next to her 
clit, and Kate rocked her hips, trying to make it touch her 
button.

Another creamy splat landed on her left tit, and her side. 
Then another landed on her neck, from a man near her 
shoulder. It started raining cum, the thick, warm drops 
landing all over her. The big cock that Linda pumped spurted 
a thick stream against Torre’s cunt, the hot, thick cum 
dripping against Kate’s face. They all started drifting away, 
slowly, leaving Kate unsatisfied, but wet with their cum. 
Torre held Kate’s hands telling her not to move yet.

Two men approached, with huge cocks. One stood behind Torre, 
rubbing his thick cock against her cuntlips. The other stood 
below Kate’s ass, jerking himself off. Kate watched this 
massive cock sliding against Torre’s cuntlips, getting shiny 
from the girl’s flowing juices. Torre moaned, and her hips 
shook, making the last drops of cum in her bush drip onto 
Kate’s upper lip. Kate could see Torre’s clit peeking out, 
hard, pink, glistening. She arched her head and licked it, 
and Torre shuddered hard, lowering her cunt to Kate’s lips.

Kate was sucking the cunt when her own cunt spasmed at the 
huge, invading cock. It was stretching her wide, wider that 
she thought she could stand. The, with a light snap, it went 
inside her, and filled her sopping cunt completely. He moved 
in long, slow strokes, making Kate writhe under him. Torre 
got off of Kate, and Kate tried to suck the other huge cock. 
The head was massive, and she barely got it in her mouth. The 
man was stroking his cock up to her lips, and Kate ran her 
tongue around the head. Torre leaned over to the man, and 
said, just loud enough for Kate to hear.

“Fill this cuntlicking slut’s mouth full of your jism.”

Kate felt her pussy contract hard, but only slightly because 
of the huge cock inside her. Then the cock in her mouth 
throbbed, and she felt the first rush of his jism. The thick, 
hot stuff poured into her mouth, and it felt like he was 
shooting a gallon. It leaked out of her mouth, and down her 
cheeks. Her tongue was covered with it, swimming in a pool of 
sperm, and it was all in her mouth. Kate swallowed the warm 
cream, and then again. The man pulled back and stroked his 
cock, a last spurt splashing on her chin. Kate was licking 
that huge cockhead, when she felt the surging throb inside 
her cunt. The second man pulled out and pressed his cock to 
her clit.

“YES! CUM ON MY CLIT!” Kate shouted. “Shoot your sperm on my 
CLIT!”

The man came, just as his brother had, shooting what seemed 
to be a gallon of thick, hot sperm, this time all of it 
covering Kate’s hard, swollen clit.

The warm flood against her clit, the sensation of it running 
down her cuntlips, and the splatting of sperm on her tits 
from a third man who was watching brought Kate to the edge. 
The man squirted again, making Kate feel like she was being 
washed with a cum-squirting hose.

“Yesss! Cummmmmmm!” Kate moaned. Another gush on her clit. 
“I’m cummmmmmmmmminnng!” Kate cried, her body spasming 
completely.

Kate’s body jerked and shuddered, especially since Torre was 
lapping every drop of sperm from her cunt and clit. Kate came 
again, her cunt bearing down on Torre’s fingers, her back 
arching.

When Torre had finished, she crawled up and kissed Kate, 
laying on top of her sperm covered body.

Kate floated, feeling only Torre’s skin against hers, the 
slippery wetness on her body, and the warm, glowing sensation 
of complete release. She drifted...

The dimming of lights woke her, and Kate looked around. Linda 
was at the door, turning off the lights. Linda’s naked form 
glistened in the remaining light. Torre stirred too, and 
looked up at Linda.

“I was going to let you two sleep there, you looked so 
comfortable.” Linda said.

Kate and Torre got off the hard coffee table and stretched. 
Kate’s body was sticky from the dried sperm, as was Torre’s. 
Torre put her arms around Kate and kissed her again.

Linda showed them to a spare bedroom, and the two girls 
crawled in. Once under the covers, Kate now turned to Torre 
and she kissed her. In their warm bed, they felt their 
sticky, sperm covered bodies, and licked each other’s 
nipples.

As Torre ate Kate, she looked up at the sweet face of her 
lover, and paused, three fingers deep in Kate’s cunt. Kate 
looked down at Torre, and saw the girl’s slick face 
glistening wetly.

Torre smiled and whispered. “Soak my face with your cunt.”

Kate gasped, and arched her hips, and Torre sucked her clit. 
Kate moaned and bucked her twat against Torre’s slick face, 
shaking the bed roughly. Her cunt spasmed over and over, and 
Torre noisily sucked her juices up, rubbing her face all over 
Kate’s sopping wet cunt.

Afterwards, Kate embraced Torre, kissing her over and over. 
Finally, she looked at the brunette in the dim light.

“How did you know?” Kate asked. “How did you know just what 
to say?”

“Because,” Torre said softly, kissing Kate’s neck. “Because 
I’m just like you, and you’re the hottest cum soaked slut 
I’ve ever met.” Kate and Torre kissed again.

“Now,” Torre said, “I want to soak your face with my cunt.”

And she did. For the next six years.

Getting Two For One

By Pussy Barber

It was at an antique car show that I met Lynn and I found 
myself liking her right away. Not only because she liked old 
cars, but because she was bright, witty, and fun to be with. 
This, of course, leaves out the fact that Lynn is a redhead, 
which was something that attracted me to her right away.

We’d met admiring a Packard (yes, a PACKARD!), who’s hood was 
open to expose the massive straight-eight, gleaming in its 
factory fresh paint scheme. We talked about the Packards, and 
just naturally moved over to bask alongside a 1941 Lincoln 
convertible, one of only about 300 made before the war 
stopped all auto production.

I suggested we sit in the shade near a concession stand and 
to my surprise, Lynn agreed. She walked over to get a table 
while I ordered some munchies for us. “Nachos sound just 
right.” Lynn had said, so I stood in line watching her walk 
over a table. She wore acid-washed jeans that looked painted 
on, and she had a fine shape, one that any man would look at 
with admiration. Her hair, carrot colored, sparkled in the 
sun, radiant against the pale green of her blouse.

We talked about old cars, old movies, old furniture, and old 
houses. I had guessed her to be about 26 but was surprised 
when she told me her age.

“Seems strange doesn’t it?” she asked. I asked her what 
seemed strange. “I’m only 21 and I’m infatuated with old 
movies, cars, houses and stuff.”

Her age took me by surprise. She looked and acted much older. 
“Not really.” I said, covering my surprise. “Some of us just 
appreciate things that were made to last. We’re romantics I 
guess.”

She smiled, her blue eyes looking at me intently. “I guess 
so. I do get kind of mushy over some movies.”

This talk went on for a while and then we looked at more 
cars. After about an hour or so, I asked her if she was busy 
tonight.

“What’d you have in mind?” Lynn asked, leaning close to me.

“Dinner, some place quiet.” I said. “And getting to know you 
better.”

“Hmmm.” Lynn started, giving me a wry look. “The old wine-
and-dine her ploy, huh?” She gave me a stern look, then 
laughed. “Sure. Italian?”

“Great!” I said, happy that she agreed. “I do happen to know 
a nice Italian place across town from here.”

“Sounds good.” She said. “When do you want to go?”

We left about thirty minutes later, since I’d just walked 
past an old Studebaker Avanti R2, with the supercharged 
engine. Lynn liked it too, until she found out how much it 
was worth. I laughed at her reaction, and she told me that 
she’d never thought a 1960’s car could be so valuable. As we 
walked towards the parking lot, my arm slipped around her 
back, and hers seemed to naturally slide around my waist. It 
felt fabulous.

Dinner was pleasant, and we both talked for over two hours. 
At one point Lynn said she had to make a phone call, and I 
kidded her about sneaking off to break another date. She 
laughed, then told me she was just calling her sister to let 
her know where she was. When she came back I jokingly said 
“There’s another one like you at home?” Much to my surprise, 
Lynn said “Yes, my little twin sister.” It turned out that 
her sister was a redhead too, and they looked a lot alike.

We had driven separate cars to the restaurant, and now I 
followed her home. We had found ourselves attracted to each 
other, casually friendly, yet there was a nervous electricity 
between us, as if we were both afraid to say what we both 
wanted. I pulled into the parking lot of her apartment 
building and met her by her car. Thinking I might end it all 
right here, I pulled her to me and kissed her, just as softly 
and romantically as I could. Lynn responded quickly, melting 
into my arms and opening her mouth for my tongue. In seconds 
both of us felt the heated passions that had burned beneath 
that nervous electricity, the lusty desires for each other. 
When we parted, we looked into each other’s eyes, knowing 
that this would be good. Very good.

We rode up the elevator, to the fifth floor. Walking down the 
hall, Lynn stopped short of her apartment and turned to me. 
She looked at me with a slight worried look, as if she needed 
to tell me something.

“What?” I asked, my hand sliding around her waist.

“I have to warn you about my sister.” She said.

“Does she bite?” I replied.

“No.” Lynn laughed, releasing the tension. “But she’s not 
what you’re thinking.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking?” I asked.

“Well, she...” Lynn looked into my eyes. “Never mind. I want 
to see your reaction.”

Lynn opened the door, inviting me in. Inside I could hear the 
music of a popular TV show playing, and the sound of ice in a 
glass. As we entered the apartment, another redhead came 
around the corner, wearing a pair of scruffy cutoffs and an 
overly large T-shirt with a “New Kids” logo on the front.

Lynn introduced me to Leslie, her little sister. I caught 
myself, and smiled, gracefully saying hello while trying to 
figure this out. For Leslie wasn’t more than a month past her 
sixteenth birthday. Yet, for all her youth, she was just as 
sexy, alluring, and just as beautiful as her older sister. 
The resemblance was pronounced, right down to a similar 
freckle pattern on their cheeks.

“Well, you didn’t seem too surprised.” Lynn said.

“Did you see his eyes though?” Leslie giggled, a sound like 
music.

“I expected all sorts of flustering.” Lynn smirked. “Care for 
a drink? I’ve got beer in the fridge.”

“Beer’s fine.” I said. Leslie waved her hand and invited me 
to sit in the living room. The apartment was small, but neat 
and well done. Lynn came out and handed me the beer, then 
slipped into my lap, curling up and snuggling into me. Again, 
it felt great.

Lynn told Leslie about the car show, saying it was a shame 
Leslie had to work most of the day. Over the next hour or so, 
I found out that their parents had died two years ago, and 
that left Lynn to raise her sister. From appearances, she was 
doing a very good job of it. Leslie seemed to be much older, 
much more sophisticated than her years.

Leslie excused herself politely, leaving us alone for a few 
minutes. Lynn kissed me, a long passionate kiss that got my 
blood pounding, before she whispered into my ear.

“Would you like to stay the night?” Lynn breathed in my ear 
warmly.

“Yes.” I said.

“Kiss me.” Lynn said, and I did. As intensely and 
passionately as I could. Our tongues danced and my hands 
roamed, exploring her softly, doing things that would arouse 
her. We stopped when we heard the door open in the hallway. 
Leslie came back, flopping down on the sofa. It was Lynn’s 
turn, and her departure left me feeling chilled without her 
warm body in my lap. I watched her walk down the hall and 
disappear. When I turned back towards Leslie, I could see 
that her eyes were firmly gazing at the bulge in my crotch. 
She glanced up and away quickly.

I asked Leslie if she was a New Kids fan, and she said she 
liked them but she also liked lots of other types of music. 
She asked me about groups like The Rolling Stones, The Beach 
Boys, and Chicago. We talked about Chicago’s brassy horns 
with Leslie getting very animated about them. Lynn came back 
and joined us, adding to the conversation.

Finally, about ten o’clock, she told Leslie to get ready for 
bed. Over some mild protests Leslie left. As soon as she was 
in the bedroom, Lynn pulled me to her and kissed me. This 
kiss was one of passion too long restrained. Her tongue shot 
into my mouth and her hand caressed my chest urgently. Lynn 
was sitting on the arm of the chair, kissing me and rubbing 
my cock with desire, my right hand cupping one of her full 
breasts and squeezing it. We did this until my cock was ready 
to burst the seams of my jeans. Both of us were breathing 
heavily.

Leslie came out, almost catching us, to say goodnight. She 
wore a long, gray T-shirt with “Jamaica” on the front. The 
shirt hung down to mid thigh, showing off her fair, shapely 
legs. Her breasts were still small, but large enough to push 
the shirt away from her body. Lynn kissed her sister 
goodnight, a brief kiss. Leslie looked a little awkward for a 
moment, standing near me. “G’night.” she said softly. 
“G’night.” I said, giving her a wink. Leslie bent over and 
kissed me quickly, on the lips, and then strode off. As she 
went, she had glanced at her sister, and I’d seen her 
starting to blush. I was a bit surprised, a fact not lost on 
Lynn.

“She likes you.” Lynn said. “She doesn’t kiss just anybody.” 
She added.

“I like her too.” I said. “And her big sister.”

“Just Like!?” Lynn protested. “Is that all I get?”

I laughed and pulled her into my lap, kissing her 
passionately. Our hands became wanderers over each other’s 
bodies. My desire for her was increasing each second. Lynn 
had plenty of lusty passion, and she liked to enjoy what I 
gave her.

“Let’s use the bedroom.” I said softly. Lynn laughed.

“It’s a one bedroom place.” She said. “Unless you want Leslie 
to join us in bed.”

The way she said it, the idea sounded as if she wouldn’t mind 
it. I kissed her again, this time sliding my hand under her 
shirt to touch the soft, warm flesh of her breast.

“I love my tits sucked.” Lynn said. “Suck them for me.”

I wasted no time at all. Her tits were lovely pale half 
spheres, the size of cantaloupes. Nice and firm, with lovely 
pink nipples. I sucked each of her nipples, licking around 
them with my tongue. Lynn moaned softly, pulling my head 
against her breasts. It wasn’t long before I had her blouse 
and bra on the floor, and was kissing my way down her stomach 
as she sprawled in my lap. I started to unbutton her pants, 
pulling the zipper down, getting excited anticipating the 
sight of her orangish bush.

Lynn slid off my lap, pulling off my shoes and then undoing 
my pants. She knelt topless, her tits rubbing the coarse 
denim of my jeans as she opened my pants and reached for my 
cock. Since I wear boxers she reached in easily, her hand 
finding my thick, hot shaft. Lynn let out a long, slow, 
breathy sigh when her hand couldn’t wrap all the way around 
it. Once she pulled it out, she seemed utterly ecstatic.

“Ohhhh, God! You’re so big and harrrrd!” she moaned softly.

I was hard, very hard. Seven inches of desire throbbed in her 
delicate hand. Lynn opened her mouth and went down, sucking 
me into her mouth, opening wide to get me in. Lynn’s mouth 
was wet, warm, and soft, like velvet. She bobbed her head a 
few times, then licked the underside of my cock with her 
whole tongue. Her eyes were closed and she kept pressing me 
against her mouth, moaning softly the whole time.

She slipped off my jeans and shorts, then started unbuttoning 
my shirt. She stood, allowing me to wiggle her jeans down 
over her hips. Her panties, small and light blue, slid down 
too, revealing her neatly trimmed but still full, orange 
bush. Her pussy was beautiful and I told her so. Then I slid 
down onto my knees, kissing her navel while I helped her out 
of her clothes. She lifted each leg, bracing on my shoulder, 
and while she did, I held her calf and licked up the inside 
of her thighs towards her succulent pussy, stopping at the 
edge of her bush.

Now both of us naked, I pushed her onto her back and spread 
her legs wide, bending down towards her beautiful muff. 
Lynn’s pink lips parted, her steamy fragrance filled my 
nostrils, and my head with lusty thoughts. As my tongue found 
her slit, she hissed and arched up, offering her cunt to me.

I teased her. Licking around her pussy, parting her lips with 
my tongue, stopping just shy of her clit. Licking the insides 
of her firm thighs, down to her knees and back. My hands 
squeezed the flair of her hips, kneading her soft, warm flesh 
and making her rock her pelvis up again.

“Oh! Where did you learn how to tease?” She said lustily. 
“Eat me, baby. Make me cum, please?”

Lynn gasped when I lifted her legs high, spreading her wide 
open, then dove into her cunt tongue-first. My tongue 
slithered in her sopping slit, then found her clit, buzzing 
around it quickly, teasing, flicking, sucking. Her hips 
rocked in a jerking motion, and I sensed her being close. I 
pushed two fingers into her slit, making her arch up and 
gasp. Her hips rocked in hard, thrusting motions, and I 
looked up over her heaving belly, watching her clench her 
tits tightly.

“Oh! Oh! Ohh! OHHH! OHHHHHHHHH!!! OHHHHnnnnmmmmmmmm!” she 
cried out, clamping her legs around my ears, shoving her 
dripping cunt into my face. I held her as she kept rocking 
her hips, her cunt muscles making her soft, wet slit pulse 
against my chin. Lynn moaned softly as she began to float in 
that warm, cloudy haze, jerking whenever my lips moved around 
her now very sensitive clit.

“Oh, thank you!” She sighed. “So goood! Ohhh!”

I caressed her gently, letting her float along, watching her 
caress her nipples and breasts. When I sat up, my chin felt 
cool from her creamy wetness and I wiped it off, winking at 
her as I licked it off my fingers. Lynn’s juice is sweet, and 
so wonderfully tasty.

My cock was still rock hard, something not lost on her. It 
was her turn now, and she made me lay on the floor, while she 
slipped between my legs. Lynn looked up at me while she 
sucked the head into her mouth, her lips forming a sexy point 
as they stretched around my shaft. I watched my cock glisten 
as she came up, and felt her tongue flick back and forth 
underneath the head. She smiled and rolled her tongue back, 
drawing a line up the sensitive underside and coaxing my 
sperm up my cock.

Lynn knew how to use her tongue around the area where I’d 
been circumcised at birth, knew that it would be sensitive. 
Up and down, around and around, licking, sucking, taking more 
than half of me into her mouth, her saliva drooling down and 
wetting my balls. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations 
she gave me.

Lynn moaned softly around my cock, her hot breath brought me 
close. She started licking faster, moving up and down 
quickly, fucking her mouth with my cock. She was really into 
it, getting up on her knees, ass in the air, mouth filled and 
sucking for my cum. I was getting real close just thinking of 
how hot she was getting from sucking me off. I was on the 
edge, my hips rocking in time with her, her slick mouth 
begging for my jism. So, so close. I could hear her moaning 
in short, sharp moans, as if she were about to cum with me. 
That did it, and I felt a long string being pulled up my 
cock.

“I’mgonnacum!” I panted. “GonnaCummmmm!”

Lynn moaned, getting cut off as my sperm rushed up my cock 
and gushed into her mouth. She moaned between the spurts, 
forcing her head down until she gagged slightly, feeling my 
sperm splash against the back of her throat. I could feel 
each thick surge build up, then stream into her mouth, and 
the warm, wet sensation of her mouth filling with jism. Lynn 
seemed determined to cram my cock down her throat. I felt 
like I’d shot a gallon of thick white cum into her mouth.

Lynn was even hotter now, sucking my cock to get every drop. 
I lay on my back, legs wide, letting her make me twitch as 
she tightened her lips and sucked me one last time. She 
moaned loud, her mouth still filled with cum, then arched up, 
sitting upright, tossing her head back. I looked and saw her 
clutch her tits, her mouth open. She moaned slightly, causing 
a thick trickle of sperm to leak down both sides of her 
mouth. She paused and gulped down my wad of cum, then gasped. 
I looked down at her cunt, and I know my cock jerked back to 
hardness in record time.

Lynn’s creamy white legs were spread wide, against my ankles, 
and between her legs I could see her younger sister’s hair, 
her nose firmly buried in Lynn’s bush! Leslie was sucking her 
sister’s cunt, her hands reaching around and spreading her 
sister’s cunt lips wide open. Wet, squishing noises came from 
Leslie’s mouth and Lynn’s cunt, and Lynn’s hips moved lewdly 
as she came and came and came.

Finally, Lynn lifted up, her bush sopping wet with her cum 
and Leslie’s saliva. Lynn sprawled out on top of me, sweating 
and panting as she laid her head on my chest. I was a 
surprised of course, and very hard. Leslie sat up, still 
wearing her long T-shirt, and caressed her sister’s ass and 
back.

Without much warning, and without a word, Leslie moved her 
sister’s ass over me, then grabbed my cock and rubbed it up 
and down Lynn’s slit. Lynn responded by arching her back, 
rotating her hips so I could enter her. Lynn moved down 
slowly, and I could feel Leslie’s tongue licking the 
underside of my cock, even trying to shove her tongue up 
Lynn’s cunt with my cock! Feeling hot, lusty, and incredibly 
wanton, I shoved my cock deep into Lynn, making her gasp.

“Oh, yeah!” Lynn said in a harsh voice. “Fuck me! Fuck my hot 
cunt.”

I rammed her again, and this time Lynn slammed her ass down.

“Yes! Shove it up my cunt! Cram me full of cock. Hump me! 
Fuck me!”

We began moving in a hard, fast rhythm, and I could feel 
Leslie’s hands all over both of us. I opened my eyes to see 
these sisters kissing each other, and Leslie licking my cum 
from Lynn’s face. I reached over, sliding my hand between 
Leslie’s legs and sliding two fingers into her small, tight, 
sopping snatch.

“Unnggh, yes!” Leslie hissed. “Fuck her. Cum in her cunt. 
Make her cunt drip with cum!”

“Fill me with your jism!” Lynn hissed. “I love your hot 
jizzzum!”

Leslie stripped off her long T-shirt, revealing her 
completely naked body to me, rocking her tight cunt on my 
probing fingers, cupping her small, firm tits, and breathing 
heavily.

I came again, a second time in ten minutes. These girls were 
incredibly hot. My cum rocketed into Lynn’s twat, and I could 
feel her soft, slippery lips milking me, see her tongue over 
her upper teeth, her nipples standing like pencil erasers.

Leslie grabbed my cock and pulled me out of her sister’s 
snatch, and I could hear her moaning as she sucked my hot cum 
out of Lynn’s dripping twat. She licked my cock too, then 
shoved her smallish titties into her sister’s slit, rubbing 
our juices all over her chest.

We all kissed each other, and I fingered Leslie into a nice 
orgasm, watching her lithe body undulate like a snake as she 
came. Lynn took us into the bedroom where we all climbed into 
bed together.

Leslie mounted my cock as soon as it was hard, and I knew 
that I was the biggest she’d ever had, even before she told 
me. We went slowly, so she could get used to it. Once she’d 
managed to rock up and down a few times, Leslie began a lusty 
fucking, her tight cunt even tighter than my own fist. Lynn 
straddled my face, and I licked and sucked her off, then 
watched as she crawled around and parted Leslie’s ass cheeks, 
licking her little sister’s asshole and cock-filled slit.

Leslie leaned down and kissed me, tasting her sister’s fresh 
cunt- juices, and writhing against me wildly. Lynn licked my 
balls, then to make it even hotter for me, she crawled up and 
knelt behind her sister. Lynn’s hips pressed against Leslie’s 
ass, slowing her down, and she reached around, cupping her 
sister’s little tits, licking Leslie’s neck.

“Cum in her cunt.” Lynn said. “Cum in my sister’s tight, wet 
little cunt. Fill her slit full of your juicy cum.”

Leslie and I both moaned. “FUCK my SLUT sister!” Lynn hissed. 
“Fuck this hot, bi whore. Drench her in sperm. Rub my cum all 
over her too!”

Leslie and I came, almost precisely at the same time. She 
shoved her cunt down as I thrust up. She yelped, then spasmed 
with my spurting cock. She gasped and cooed, shuddering as I 
splattered the insides of her young twat with my gushing 
sperm.

“YES! Oh baby!” Lynn cooed. “Cum on him! Feel his jism 
spurting in your snatch! You beautiful naked little bitch. 
Spread your legs for his cum! Cream his cum-filled cock!”

Lynn sprawled out next to us while we both floated along, 
holding each other tightly. Lynn’s hands roamed over us both, 
caressing, soft, gentle. I looked at her and she smiled 
broadly.

“Yeah, now I know she likes you!” Lynn smiled. “So do I!”

Juicy Heather

Pussy Barber

There I sat on the sofa with Karen on top of me. She was 
leaning back against my chest, legs spread wide, her cunt 
filled full of my cum. Sweat covered us both, and it trickled 
down between her tits as we caught our breath. Karen pulled 
on the chrome chain, and Heather pulled my cock out of Karen 
then began lapping up the cream flowing from Karen’s crotch.

I had been surprised when Karen told me that her cousin 
Heather was coming for a visit, and even more surprised to 
find a very pretty blonde when I arrived to take them to 
dinner. Heather is Karen’s opposite. Small, blonde, brown 
eyes, a slender but shapely build, and very quiet. Karen is a 
tall brunette with stark grey eyes, long hair, and an ample 
38D-23-36 figure. Karen is outspoken and sometimes can be a 
bitch, whereas Heather is demure, quiet, and shy.

Dinner was casual and the three of us wore jeans. We ate at a 
quiet Italian place then stopped to do some window shopping 
on the way home. By the time we had returned to Karen’s 
place, we were all in a very good mood. Karen cracked a 
bottle of wine and we sat around joking for another hour.

A little wine goes a long way in relaxing Karen—and releasing 
her inhibitions. At one point, she and Heather were seated on 
the sofa and Karen looked at her for a moment, then at me.

“I’ll bet Heather loves to give head.”, Karen said matter of 
factly. Heather blushed, and I chided Karen about 
embarrassing her cousin.

“Naw.”, Karen said, shaking her head. After a sip of wine she 
added, “If I wanted to embarrass her, I’d have said ‘I bet 
she likes sucking pussy.’”

“Karen!”, Heather said, her eyes wide.

“I think you’ve had enough wine young lady.”, I scolded 
Karen. She looked at me with glaring eyes, but understood 
that I was going to be firm about it. After two glasses, 
Karen begins to doze off, and all I can do then is put her to 
bed.

“Tell him.”, Karen said, looking at Heather. Heather looked 
at Karen, as if begging off.

“Tell me what?”, I asked.

After a long pause, Karen answered, apparently for Heather. 
“She’s dying to suck you off.”

I looked at Heather, and for a brief moment our eyes met and 
I saw a strange look just before she looked down. Her nipples 
pressed against the fabric of her pale ivory blouse, even 
through the bra. I looked at Karen.

“So are you.”, I said evenly to Karen. “You’d love to show 
her how good you are.” Karen looked at me with her mouth open 
to speak, but said nothing. She smiled and licked her upper 
lip with her tongue.

I looked at Heather. “Don’t be embarrassed Heather.” I said 
softly, “Karen gets tipsy and just blurts things out 
sometimes.” Heather nodded and sighed a little.

“It’s just that, well, I’m embarrassed because she’s right.”, 
she said. “Oh! I’m sorry, I think the wine’s getting to me 
too!”

Karen took the next step and whispered to Heather. Heather’s 
eyes opened wide, and then she laughed quietly, nodding her 
head. Karen told me to stay put, and that they’d be back in a 
moment. The two disappeared into the bedroom, laughing like 
high-school girls.

When they came back out, I know my eyes went wide, but I 
tried to remain calm. Karen was wearing a pair of black high-
heels, her smallest black panties, a push up bra which had 
lots to push up, a garter belt and black stockings, and elbow 
length gloves. Heather was still dressed, but her hands were 
tied in front of her with a scarf, and a leather collar was 
around her neck with a chrome chain held by Karen.

“You want her to suck you off?”, Karen asked, swaying her 
hips erotically. I nodded and said yes. Karen raised 
Heather’s hands high, making her hang by her wrists from a 
conveniently empty plant-hook on the wall. Without 
unfastening Heather’s jeans, Karen pulled down on the back of 
Heather’s pants, revealing the blonde’s creamy white skin. 
>From side to side she worked, until the pants just covered 
Heather’s crotch. Most of her cute butt was visible, firm, 
round, and creamy white, and she hung there waiting for the 
next move.

Karen ran her gloved hand over Heather’s behind, massaging 
and squeezing her soft cheeks. Her hand disappeared briefly 
to caress between Heather’s legs, which made the young blonde 
arch her hips towards me.

“You want to fuck her don’t you?”, Karen asked me. Of course 
I did, but before I could answer, she continued. “You’d love 
to have me spread her cunt wide open for you to fuck. You 
want me to watch her cum while you fuck her hot little pussy, 
then fill her full of your hot sperm.”

Karen was getting very lewd about how she touched Heather and 
herself with her gloved hands. Karen’s hips swayed from side 
to side in an erotic motion. She was high on the wine, and 
drunk with her power over Heather.

Abruptly, Karen yanked Heather’s pants down, revealing the 
thighs I knew were there, the space between Heather’s cunt 
and her thighs, and the thick mat of light brown hair. 
Karen’s hand slid between the blonde’s legs and back upwards 
over her ass.

“Ohhh, you’d love her wet cunt around your prick, wouldn’t 
you?”, Karen said in a husky voice.

“Umm-hmmm!”, I moaned, not taking my eyes off these two.

Karen ripped open Heather’s blouse, tearing it and shredding 
it from her back. I wondered if Heather would be mad about 
that, but by her reaction, she was even more excited than I 
was. Karen picked up a pair of scissors and snipped the small 
bra strap behind Heather’s back, then snipped the shoulder 
straps too, letting it fall to the floor. She made quick work 
of the remnants of Heather’s clothes, leaving only parts of 
her sleeves and the collar of her blouse around her neck. 
Strangely enough, only the top button survived the assault 
intact and buttoned.

Karen ran her hands over Heather’s tits, but I could not see, 
since her back was to me. Karen looked at me over Heather’s 
head and shoulders, pleased with my lustful stare. She 
stepped back and lowered her right cup, revealing her hard, 
chunky nipple and full tit. A gloved hand pulled on the back 
of Heather’s head and she pressed her cousin’s face to her 
chest.

Heather sucked the nipple, leaning to the side slightly. 
After a moment, Karen stepped back and Heather’s sucking lips 
pulled her teat out of shape, then released it with a sucking 
noise. Karen’s tits bounced as the breast returned to shape. 
She lifted Heather’s hands from the hook and turned her 
around.

Heather’s body was exquisite. Slim, lithe, and athletic, with 
just a hint of the oncoming summer tan. Her small breasts had 
conical nipples that begged to be sucked, and her pussy was 
covered with a mat of darker blonde hair which trailed away 
from her pussy, pointing at the floor.

Karen tugged on the chain and brought Heather over to stand 
in front of me. Contrasts abounded. Slim, fair, and almost 
virginal was Heather, compared to Karen’s taller, more 
curvaceous, womanly figure. Karen roughly pushed Heather down 
and commanded her to kneel. Next, she pushed Heather’s face 
into my lap.

“Kiss and lick him.”, Karen ordered. “Right though his 
pants.”

Heather’s eyes met mine, and there was a mixture of lust, 
fear, and sensual delight in her look. She pressed her lips 
to the bulge in my jeans and began raking her teeth over the 
fabric. The vibrations were great, and I groaned as she 
attended to me. Her hot breath invaded my crotch, and I 
closed my eyes in ecstasy. After a few moments, Karen jerked 
Heather’s chain, pulling her out of my lap. She untied 
Heather’s hands.

“Take his clothes off.”, Karen said harshly.

Heather nervously unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them. 
Karen told her to take each piece of my clothing off 
separately. Heather started with my shoes, then socks. I 
glanced up at Karen, standing over Heather in her black 
outfit, one tit hanging over her bra. Karen’s pussy was 
soaking her panties, and I reached behind her, squeezing the 
fabric together and pulling up on it, pressing it against her 
crotch and making a line up her ass crack. Karen moaned 
softly.

Heather slipped my pants off and took my shirt off next, at 
Karen’s order. Last to go were my shorts. They barely 
restrained the severe erection, and it popped free in front 
of Heather. Heather removed my shorts and looked at Karen.

“Suck his cock.”, Karen said. “Let him cum in your mouth.”

Heather did know how to give head, and I was enjoying it a 
lot too. She took half of my length in her mouth, twisting 
her head back and forth and sliding her hot, wet tongue over 
my prick. I was engrossed in Heather’s oral talents and only 
opened my eyes when Karen tied my right wrist to the arm of 
the chair. I just stared at my wrist, then up at Karen, 
hovering over me, smiling with that one tit hanging free. She 
leaned across and pushed her tits into my face while she tied 
the other hand. When she moved behind me, I saw that the 
knots of the soft ropes were almost within reach. I 
experimented and found that I could not reach them. Karen 
looped several lengths of soft rope around my chest, tying it 
behind the chair.

Heather continued to suck while Karen tied me up, and the 
restrained feeling was bringing me closer to the edge. Karen 
tied Heather’s hands behind her back, telling her to keep 
sucking me while she did so. Karen surveyed her work and 
smiled.

“Just what I wanted.”, she said. “A stud and a slut to play 
with.”

Karen was in one of her moods, and I knew this would be an 
interesting evening of hot sex. Heather was slowing down on 
my cock, but Karen ordered her to move faster. The blonde 
head moved up and down in my lap, sucking me and drooling 
onto my balls. Karen pulled Heather’s hips back, forcing her 
into a doggy position. Heather gagged as her upper body 
weight forced her head down onto my cock.

“Lick his balls.”, Karen ordered her. Heather complied and I 
floated along on the wonderful tonguing she gave me.

Karen looked at me and then straddled Heather’s ass. “Do you 
want to cum in her little cunt?”, she asked me.

“Yes.”, I replied in a low breath.

“Or would you rather cum in her mouth?”, Karen asked.

Shit and damn! Decisions, decisions! I wanted to fuck 
Heather, but her mouth was so good, and her hard work should 
be rewarded.

“Answer me!”, Karen said.

“In her mouth.”, I replied.

Karen laughed, and moved forward, closer to me. She straddled 
Heather’s lower back, letting Heather’s fingers explore her 
cunt. She rocked her hips against Heather’s hands. She 
ordered Heather to suck me again, and this time Heather was 
trying her best to get all of me into her mouth. Karen ran a 
gloved hand down my leg, then slid it under Heather, pulling 
the blonde girl’s nipple pretty hard.

“Go ahead, cum in her mouth.”, Karen hissed.

Heather was sucking me closer and I groaned and tried to arch 
up, finding that I could not because of the ropes. My hips 
began to move, what little they could, and Karen urged me to 
cum once more. It took another minute before I felt I was 
close.

“Enough!”, Karen said. “Sit down bitch and watch this!”, she 
ordered Heather. Heather sat back, looking at me with glazed-
over eyes. Her lips were wet from sucking me, and both her 
nipples were hard nubs. A pink flush spread over her fair 
skin, on her face and tits. She was highly aroused by being 
ordered around and tied up.

Karen turned her back to me and sat down in my lap, spreading 
her legs wide. I felt my stiff rod slide easily into her 
drenched cunt. Karen pressed her sopped panties into my left 
hand, then removed her bra, dropping it on the floor next to 
the chair.

Slowly Karen rose up off my cock, then plunged down again. 
Up...down. Up....down. Slowly going up, then dropping down 
quickly, arching her hips back so I went deep into her slick 
wet cunt. After several of these, Karen rose up off my cock.

“Suck him off.”, she ordered Heather. “Make him cum in your 
mouth.”

Heather leaned forward, taking my cream covered cock between 
her lips gingerly. She sucked only the head for a moment, 
then plunged down, about halfway, then rose slowly. She 
bobbed up and down for a few moments, and then I felt my cum 
beginning to rise deep inside. She knew it was coming too, 
and worked her mouth faster and faster. I groaned and flexed 
my cock in her mouth. Heather went down, the came up, holding 
the head in her mouth. She waited just right, then moved 
close to press her hot right nipple against my balls.

“Ohhh yessss!”, I moaned, feeling my cum flowing up the 
length of my cock. “I’m gonna CUM!”

The first thick spurt entered her mouth, followed quickly by 
the second. It felt like a flood was shooting into her mouth, 
and I could hear her moan softly with each gush of thick 
sperm. As the third spurt began, Karen grabbed Heather’s hair 
and pulled her face off my cock, holding her just above the 
head. Cum dribbled from her lips and more splashed force- 
fully against her mouth and cheek. The vision of young 
Heather, her face glistening with my cum was very erotic, and 
I shot another gout of thick warm sperm, this one spurting 
against her chest and neck. Karen pushed her against me, and 
the last few squirts coated her right tit with my jizz.

“Swallow his cum.”, Karen ordered Heather. The small blonde 
gulped twice, her hips rocking back and forth erotically. 
“Now slut, lick my cunt and make me cum all over your face 
too.”

Heather leaned forward and stuck out her cum-covered tongue. 
Karen moved and sat on my semi-hard cock, pinning it to my 
stomach. I could feel Heather’s spermy tits against my balls 
as she tongued Karen’s snatch. Karen’s ass rocked back and 
forth as she got her slit licked, and I got hard again 
quickly. Karen shuddered, her buns squeezing my cock as she 
came. I flexed my cock, so the underside ridge would press 
against her anus. Karen moaned and jerked.

“Now, sit there and watch.”, Karen hissed.

She moved and pulled my cock up to her opening, then lowered 
her wet, steaming cunt onto me. Her slippery tunnel caressed 
me on all sides at once and I groaned in ecstasy. She began 
fucking me hard and fast, changing the rhythm each time she 
paused in her own climax. Her juices were oozing down my 
balls, and I felt a familiar urge.

“I’m gonna fill your cunt full of cum!”, I said lustily.

“Oh yes! Fill me with it!”, Karen panted.

“You want to suck cum from this slut’s cunt Heather?”, I 
asked.

“Let me suck her!”, Heather pleaded. “Please? Let me suck her 
off.”

I couldn’t hold it any longer. I began cumming in Karen’s 
twat, pumping my cum into her slippery tunnel like a hose. 
Karen slammed down on me, jerking each time I spurt into her. 
When I finished, Karen leaned forward and untied Heather, 
keeping my oozing cock deep in her cunt.

So, there I sat on the sofa with Karen on top of me. She was 
leaning back against my chest, legs spread wide, her cunt 
filled full of my cum. Sweat covered us both, and it trickled 
down between her tits as we caught our breath. Karen pulled 
on the chrome chain, and Heather pulled my cock out of Karen 
then began lapping up the cream flowing from Karen’s crotch.

Karen, still sensitive, shuddered and jerked on top of me. My 
cock still stood, pressing against Heather’s neck. Heather 
gripped my cock and pumped me slowly, squeezing the last 
drops out of me onto her bare skin. Her hand moved over my 
slippery cock while she sucked Karen off about three times 
before licking the tip of my cock.

Karen stood and took Heather with her to the middle of the 
room. She had Heather lay on the floor, then Karen proceeded 
to lick every drop of my sperm from her blonde cousin. I 
watched with mounting desire as she licked my cum from 
Heather’s neck, then her right nipple. At last, the two of 
them were kissing, Heather’s lean legs locked around Karen’s 
waist. When Karen looked over at me, she smiled, then sat up 
and let her large tits hang against Heather’s face. The small 
blonde licked and sucked them, licking Karen’s breasts all 
over and even underneath.

Karen worked her way down Heather’s lithe body, kissing and 
licking until she plunged her face between Heather’s slim 
thighs. Over and over Heather cried out in small noises, and 
then she came with a body arching shudder. Karen sucked her 
off again, and Heather shook even more.

Leaving her to recover, Karen came over and began sucking my 
cock, licking my balls and playing with my nipples. She 
teased me with her tits, rubbing my prick all over her 
nipples, face and neck. She teased and aroused me for about 
five minutes, then stopped.

Karen got Heather to bend over in front of me, between my 
legs. She ran her gloved hands over Heather’s lovely ass, and 
parted her cunt lips for me to see her pink glory.

“You want to shove your prick in her hot little snatch don’t 
you?”, Karen said. She ignored my very positive reply, and 
stuck three gloved fingers into Heather’s pussy, making her 
gasp. “Her slippery little cunt is so tight, so wet waiting 
for you to pump her full of cum.”

Karen began finger-fucking Heather and I watched her body 
respond to the gloved fingers spreading her hole. “Let him 
hear how you want him to fuck you.”

Heather moaned. “Fuck me. Grab my ass and fuck it. Fuck me 
hard, deep. Ramit! Ram that cock up my cunt and fuck me!”

It surprised me to hear such hot talk from Heather, and it 
aroused me greatly. Karen rubbed my cock against Heather’s 
slit, wetting the head with her glistening juices. She kept 
this up until I was rocking my hips to get closer to 
Heather’s pussy. Then Karen picked up a small knife and cut 
the ropes that held me to the chair.

“Fuck that little slut.”, she hissed. “Pump her full of 
jism!”

Heather and I moved to the floor, and she pulled me down with 
her. I rolled her over and made her put her legs together. I 
spread my legs and knelt behind her, shoving my cock quickly 
into her sopping snatch. Her legs, ass and cunt swallowed my 
cock. The soft flesh of her ass pressed against my loins. She 
pressed back against me, driving me deeper into her tight 
little twat.

I sat back and thrust my hips forward, then grabbed her hips 
and began to pound her squishy wet cunt for all I was worth. 
Heather smiled and then began moaning as we fucked on the 
floor. Her cream covered our crotches with a slippery lotion, 
adding to our carnal passions. Karen sat in the chair, 
fingering her pussy noisily. Heather lay there, jerking each 
time I rammed deep into her, moaning and squeezing her tight 
channel around my invading ramrod. My vision blurred, and all 
I could think about was the slippery wetness of her tight 
cunt, the feel of her soft ass against me, and her sweet 
fragrance. It seemed we fucked like that for hours, and then 
Heather began crying out, trying to raise her hips from the 
floor. Her approaching climax, her cries, her spasming twat 
sucking the cum from my balls, all of it began pulling me 
along with her.

“NOW! CUM! FUCK! JIZZ IN ME!”, Heather cried.

She was jerking, shuddering wildly now, and I rammed deep 
into her, finding the end of her cunt. She yelped, then 
raised up, just as I slammed down again. I hit her cervix 
hard, and she suddenly spread her legs wide under me, forcing 
me to fall forward and brace myself. Her hips arched up and 
vibrated against me, all the while sweet little Heather was 
crying out in lustful pleasure.

I closed my legs inside hers and thrust again, pulling her 
against me hard. I began coming in her slick pussy, splashing 
the inside of her twat with my gushing sperm. My hands slid 
up her body, pulling her off the floor and cupping her small 
breasts. She turned her head and we kissed briefly, our loins 
moving wetly against each other.

I held her for a few long moments, then lowered her down. Her 
tight cunt refused to let go, and I laid down on top of her, 
nibbling her neck. We were both breathing raggedly still, 
sweating, and exhausted. I looked up at Karen, and saw that 
she had cum too. Karen was holding her tits in her hands, 
eyes closed, a satisfied smile on her face.

When we recovered, the three of us crowded into Karen’s bed, 
with Heather in the middle. Heather thanked us, and we 
thanked her too. Later, I awoke to find Heather licking 
Karen’s ass from behind. Karen asked me, softly, to cum in 
her mouth. I moved and let her suck me off, relishing the 
feeling of her lips pulling the last drops of cum from me. 
She and Heather kissed, with Karen giving her half of my 
sperm. Heather loved it, and while Heather sucked a tit, I 
sucked Heather off. Her cunt was a sweet and creamy as I had 
hoped, and she came twice before I crawled back up on a 
pillow for sleep.

It’s really a shame Heather had to go back home...

>From Behind

By Pussy Barber

I pushed slowly, letting her open up for me. Even with my 
cock wet and slippery with her pussy juice, her tight anal 
ring opened reluctantly. Linda’s fingers rubbed in circles 
over her clit, and every few moments her fingers slid over my 
balls, pulling them against her sopping slit. Deep, guttural 
moans escaped from her as the head of my rigid cock spread 
her hole wider and wider. She pushed back, forcing her ass 
against my hard shaft, until a there was a sudden movement 
when the head slid past her tight ring.

Now, with the shaft of my cock holding her open, she pushed 
herself back, forcing more of my thick cock up her butt. My 
cock throbbed inside her making her gasp. Her whole body 
tensed, paused for a moment, then she pushed back in one long 
movement, taking me deep into her ass. She let out a long, 
gasping sigh, and so did I. My balls hung down, both pressed 
against her pussy, getting coated with her flowing cream. We 
both paused, feeling the deep, lusty feelings. Linda was 
cupping one of her tits, the nipple standing up hard and 
proud, like a pencil’s eraser. My cock strained to grow 
another inch, hard, swollen, throbbing and eager to feel her 
butt milking me.

I looked down at her sexy form, her smooth, tan back, the 
freckles on her shoulders inviting my tongue to lick her 
there. The curve of her waist, the taper of her sexy hips and 
ass. Best was the image of her butt, tightly pressed against 
my loins, feeling her asshole pulse and squeeze me deep 
inside her. I ran my hands up the backs of her thighs, raking 
my nails along her skin. My hand continued upwards until they 
gripped the soft, white flesh of her buns, squeezing them 
hard. Linda hissed her approval, making her ass sway and move 
my cock inside her.

My one hand slid under her, reaching down to cup her sex. The 
other was palm down at the base if her spine, at the top of 
her ass. My fingers found her sopping cunt, spread her lips 
and rubbed. I could feel her quiver beneath me and her hips 
start rocking. After a moment, I withdrew my hand, sliding 
fingers over her clit making her moan softly. My wet hand, 
covered in her cum, slid up her belly wetly, while my other 
hand followed it, sliding up her back. Her cum left a slick 
wet trail from her cunt to her tits, each of which received a 
coating of her delicious cum.

The way Linda’s body moved under me, the way her hips 
rotated, and her lusty hissing sighs made me incredibly 
horny. All of this and we hadn’t even pumped one stroke! My 
cock was aching to move, to plow into her hot little ass, to 
pump thick sperm deep into her butt.

My hand returned to her slick pussy, working around between 
her glistening lips, making her ass tighten and release. 
Again I withdrew my hand, this time starting at her nipples. 
I let my slick fingers smear her cunt juice over her nipples 
and her chest, then from underneath I slid my hand around her 
neck, wetting her with her own cum.

“You’re SO wet!” I gushed softly, “FEEL how wet you are. Feel 
how hot, wet, and sexy you’ve gotten BOTH of us!”

Linda’s head moved down, her tongue finding my fingers, 
tasting her cream, licking my fingers. My cock throbbed on 
its own, and then I flexed it hard, making it swell inside 
her ass. She moaned with my fingers in her soft lips, her 
tongue darting all around them. She sucked my fingers into 
her wide, sexy mouth, completely into the pleasures she felt.

I slowly withdrew my cock until just the head remained inside 
her. A long, slow thrust forward brought a deep moan and made 
her arch her ass up to ease my re-entry. She released my 
fingers from her lips to gasp.

“Ohhh, yes! Fuck my ass!” Linda hissed. “Grab my ass and FUCK 
it!

Linda moved away, only to thrust backwards and impale her 
tight, round little ass on my cock. I grabbed her hips, 
squeezing her soft, warm flesh as I pulled her against me 
tightly. I pushed her hips forward, then pulled back again. 
Each thrust began to come faster and faster. Our fires burned 
with a hissing, crackling sound in our ears. Over and over, 
in and out, faster and faster.

I found the pace she liked. Completing an in and out movement 
every second. Fast enough to make her moan, slow enough to 
let her feel each and every millimeter of cock spreading her 
opening.

Linda began to jerk, her body twitching, as we continued. Her 
hands were up by her head, fingers pulling the sheets into 
bunches, her face to the side, jaw slack, and long moans 
coming from her. Sweat began to cover her lovely back, 
coating her with a fine sheen. Her soft, fleshy globes were 
slick with her cum and our sweat, making her slippery as she 
banged into my crotch and legs.

“Make me Cum!!” Linda panted. “Please? Make me CUM! Fuck me!”

I WAS fucking her, but she wanted more, her carnal passions 
aroused, she wanted to be pumped hard and fast. I kept my 
pace, not moving any faster. This wasn’t good enough for 
Linda though, and she began bucking like a wild bronco, 
trying to pump me harder, faster.

“Ohhhh, Jeeezus!” Linda half hissed, half moaned. “GIVE it to 
me! Give me your Cum!”

I knew now that she was feeling the heat of our coupling. A 
good thing too, for I was also feeling it, and was barely 
holding back to prolong her pleasures. My hand pushed in the 
middle of her back, and Linda slipped down, laying on the 
bed, her ass still arched up. I moved forward, sliding my 
knees closer to her, spreading her legs wider.

“Oh, yes.” she breathed heavily, “Spread me wide and fuck me. 
Pump your cum in my ass. C’mon baby, cum in me, make me cum 
all over you!”

I grabbed her ass and began fucking furiously. Pumping my 
cock into her asshole with repeated quick thrusts. Up and 
down, in and out we went, my hips moving faster. In and out, 
inandout, inandout, inandout. Each time her hips moved up, 
driving my cock deep into her body, eliciting a deep moan 
from her. Linda’s ass is so deliciously tight, her butt so 
nicely shaped, and best of all, she’s so enthusiastic.

I felt her butt arching higher and higher as her orgasm began 
to swell inside her. Her hands wanted to reach down and find 
her pussy, but instead her arms flailed around, hands 
threatening to shred the sheets. Sweat dripped from my 
forehead, ran down my face, soaked my back and underarms. I 
could see that Linda’s body was coated with slippery sweat 
too, making her glisten. Her ass was slippery, making it 
difficult to grab hold of her. Over and over her pretty butt 
slammed against me, like a milking fist her butt urged my 
sperm to shoot. I knew this night would end in a mass of 
rumpled sheets, sweat, and overflowing sperm.

“Ah! Ah! Ahhhooommmmmmmm!” Linda gasped as she began to 
shudder.

Her orgasm had arrived. Her ass was jerking and rocking 
against my cock, her legs giving out and locking straight 
out. My cum was boiling in my balls, demanding release. 
Quickly I moved to let her legs close, then put mine on the 
outside of her hips. My hands grabbed her cheeks and spread 
them, opening her puckered hole, filled with cock, to my 
eyes.

Now I pressed my cock deep into her again, pinning her hips 
to the bed. By rocking my hips back and forth I pumped into 
her tight brown hole while pushing her buns upwards with my 
loins. The effect was grand, and my balls were sliding along 
the backs of her closed legs, caressing her other opening, 
the one leaking her thick white creamy cum down her pussy 
lips.

Harder and faster I pumped, dripping sweat onto her 
glistening back, feeling my cock swell inside her, and my 
balls tighten. The bed creaked as we undulated on top. Linda 
was moaning, then suddenly, just as I felt my thick semen 
wending its way towards my cock, she spoke again.

“Oh Gawd! Not again! I’m gonna Cum again!” she cried, her 
eyes tightly closed in concentration.

“I-I’m...gonna...CUM!” I breathed, slamming into her asshole 
hard.

“Ohhhh unnnnggggghhh! Oh! OH! OHHHH!” was Linda’s passionate 
reply.

Both our bodies surged together, with Linda almost lifting 
her hips clear of the bed—with me deep in her ass! My cum 
poured into her hot, tight, pulsing asshole, sending thick 
stream after thick stream of sperm flowing into her. Linda’s 
body quivered and jerked. Each of her shudders brought 
another spurt from my cock, and briefly I worried that my 
balls would be drained by her tight, greedy little ass.

My head began to clear from the haze of primal passion, and I 
found my fingers intertwined in her hair, my lips locked to 
hers, my chest wet and slippery on her sweat covered back. 
Our bodies were still joined, and each movement she made 
caused a round of jerks and shudders in us both. We tried 
laying still, but our bodies were to sensitive and wanted to 
move.

“Thank...YOU!” I whispered to Linda, kissing her lips softly.

“Hmmm, you’re welcum!” she said, emphasizing her play on 
words.

We smiled to each other and kissed again, letting the 
sensations of our soaking bodies bring us back to a hearty 
arousal.

“How about a nice, warm shower?” I asked. “And I’ll make sure 
you’re rinsed nice and clean.” I added, running my tongue 
over my front teeth suggestively. Linda agreed, putting her 
hand on my cheek and smiling warmly at me. Her smile meant a 
lot, and somehow I felt rejuvenated already.

While the shower warmed up, Linda stood in front of the 
mirror, and then turned to me. “It seems like a shame to wash 
all this pussy juice off my nipples.” she said, cupping her 
slippery tits towards me. I needed no further invitation. My 
lips found one of her large nipples and licked, tasting her 
delicious cum cream. I licked and sucked them both, washing 
her beautiful breasts with my tongue. I licked her chest too, 
and even under her breasts. Her salty sweat mixed with her 
juices to make me feel as though she were covered in her own 
cream. I wanted to lick her all over, taste her, lap her up.

“C’mon, the shower is going to get cold.” she said as my 
tongue began sliding down her left calf. I had licked her 
from the neck down, licking her sweet, honey-like juices from 
the insides of her thighs, and now working down to her lower 
legs. I’d never wanted to eat someone this much, but Linda 
was truly sexy and delicious.

Linda soaped me up in the shower, paying special attention to 
my groin. We both closed our eyes for long moments, my hands 
rubbing soap all over her tits while she fondled my soap-
slippery balls and cock. We slowly cleaned each other off, 
enjoying the closeness, the intimacy, and the nice, never-
ending hot water. She rinsed me off, then said it was time 
for the “taste test”. Her mouth surrounded my half-hard 
shaft, and she sucked me to hardness in seconds. Water ran 
down her hair and over her back as she sucked me, making her 
look wet and sexy. Her green eyes looked up at me, sparkling 
with delight. My hands didn’t need to guide her, but they 
found her head anyway, caressing her wet hair.

Unknown to me, Linda had pushed a finger into her pussy, 
getting it slick with her cum. Now she pushed that slippery 
finger into my ass, bringing my cock to it’s full potential 
size, making it swell. It jerked in her mouth as my asshole 
clenched her finger over and over. Linda slowly moved her 
finger about, until I felt a huge surge deep inside.

“Ohh, suck me Now!” I cried out, my words echoing off the 
tiled walls.

Cum shot into her mouth, and Linda’s wiggling finger in my 
butt made me feel like I would shoot it all in one thick 
gush. With each spurt, my ass clamped down on her probing 
finger, and each time she pulled it out slightly, bringing 
another taste of my sperm. When she had taken every drop from 
me, Linda gleefully licked the head off, even catching an 
errant drop of sperm that had trickled to my balls. Smiling, 
she stood up, licking her lips. “Well, you’ve passed the 
taste test.” she said.

I gave her a playful slap on her bottom, then soaped her up, 
making sure to get into those hidden areas well. Once she was 
lathered up, I pulled the shower attachment from the wall, 
and began rinsing her off. After each part of her was rinsed, 
I licked it, just to be sure. Her pussy’s turn came 
(figuratively speaking of course), and I had her bend over 
with her hands on the wall. I worked the spray over her 
sensitive, puckered hole, then down over her cunt. I could 
see her pussy contract as the sharp spray tingled her lips. 
Linda gasped and said it felt wonderful. Next came a spray of 
water upwards, right around her clit. Linda giggled with 
ticklish delight, then gasped as my mouth slipped between her 
legs. I licked her from clit to ass, finding no soap, but 
lots of her slippery juice. I sat down, letting her straddle 
my upturned face, and rinsed her legs at the same time. When 
Linda came, I thought she might fall, but she instead seemed 
to gush her delicious, creamy cum all over my face.

We rinsed off, this time more relaxed than before. I dried 
her off, licking a few drops of water that trickled over her 
breasts before we returned to the bed. The air in the room 
was cool from the air conditioning, but still, somehow, hot 
and sexy. We slipped between the sheets, holding each other 
close. My hands caressed her face and neck, and hers were 
around me. Those green eyes, that sexy smile conveyed a lot; 
warmth, contentment, caring, pleasure, and friendship.

We were resting, letting our strength build, so we could do 
it all over again. All I can say is Encore! Encore!!

Pussy Barber

Love Fuck

by Pussy Barber

“This is perverted.” Kristen thought to herself as she crept 
down the hallway, moving closer to the soft moans coming from 
the guest bedroom. It was almost three in the morning, and 
Kristen, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie kept fighting 
the urge to peek. Images of being caught peeking in flashed 
into her mind, the outrage of her friends, the embarrassment 
of it. But other images flashed too. Of passionate, wriggling 
bodies, of glistening skin, a hard cock, swaying testicles, 
sensual legs spread wide and spasming. Kristen quietly opened 
the bathroom door, the one that connected into the spare 
room. Just as she had hoped, the door to the bedroom was 
open. In the darkness, she crept silently forward, until she 
could see the bed, and the writhing bodies upon it.

The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim 
light of the room she could see Jerry kneeling behind his 
girlfriend, Janet, who was also Kristen’s friend. Jerry had a 
handful of Janet’s hair, from behind, and his body was 
pressed firmly to hers. Her head was arched back and her 
luscious ass was arched up against her man. The dimness of 
the light reduced the image to black and white, Janet’s ass 
looking smooth, round, and unblemished. The covers were a 
heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Janet 
was threatening to shred the sheets with her grip. Kristen 
felt a knot in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down 
between her legs.

Jerry moved in slow, even strokes, arching his back and 
thrusting into Janet with a long, even movement. Each thrust 
brought a primal growl from deep inside Kristen’s friend, and 
her hips move back instinctively, forcing Jerry’s shaft deep 
inside her.

“God! You’re so fuckin’ tight!” Jerry whispered, his words 
carrying easily to Kristen’s ears in the nearby bathroom. 
Janet half moaned, half sighed her response. Janet pushed her 
upper body up on her hands, her full breasts swaying 
underneath her.

“Fuck me hard.” Janet breathed. “Pump me hard and fast. Cum 
in me.”

Kristen’s nipples were already hard, excited by what she’d 
seen and heard so far. Now they ached to be touched and 
Kristen’s right hand found her nipple, teasing it. She 
watched as Jerry began thrusting faster into Janet, their 
bodies making an audible “smack”, Janet’s breasts bouncing, 
and the flesh of her ass rippling. Kristen felt her panties 
clinging to her crotch, moistened with her own juices.

“Yes!” Janet hissed. “Fuck my ass. Pump your cum in my 
asshole stud.”

Kristen heard the words and let out a deep sigh, a sigh of 
lustful arousal. Her left hand replaced her right on her 
nipples, and her right hand slid under her panties and 
between her legs. Kristen knew she was wet, and she slipped 
one finger deep into herself, rubbing her clit frantically.

The two bodies undulated and writhed about, glistening even 
in the darkness of the room. Janet’s long dark hair flailed 
about as her body heaved and bucked to Jerry’s rhythm. It 
wasn’t long before Jerry groaned and began thrusting hard 
against Janet, trying to drive his cock and maybe even his 
balls inside her. Their groans filled the air for a few long 
moments, and then fell silent.

In the sudden silence Kristen stopped cold. Her own heavy 
breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing 
sounds her fingers had been making in her pussy. She slowly 
caressed herself and watched the two lovers lay on the bed, 
him on top of her from behind, both kissing and floating 
along together. Kristen finally realized the show was over 
and she crept back to her bed, still excited by what she’d 
witnessed. Her own sleep came only after fantasizing about 
feeling Jerry coming in her ass, not Janet’s.

The next morning Janet was in the kitchen first, having made 
coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the three of them. 
Kristen shuffled in wearing her light robe, shaking out her 
long golden hair.

“Well! Good morning!” Janet said cheerfully, handing over a 
hot cup.

“’Morning.” Kristen said blearily. “Thanks.”

“Well, you look dreadful. At least I have an excuse.” Janet 
joked.

“Ummm. I know.” Kristen said automatically, then regretted 
it.

“Oh. I’m sorry, did we wake you?” Janet asked.

“Yeah, it’s okay though.” Kristen said. “It’s better than 
David Letterman.”

Janet laughed. “ANYTHING is better than David Letterman. 
Especially a...” Her voice trailed off.

“A good ass fucking?” Kristen asked. “Oh, shit. I shouldn’t 
have said that.” She argued, “I’m cranky before my first 
cup.”

Janet had blushed, even through her early summer tan. “Well, 
Jerry does have the right equipment for that.” she giggled.

Kristen smiled. “I’ve gotta take a shower.” she said, walking 
down the hallway.

Before entering the shower, Kristen surveyed herself in the 
mirror. What she saw pleased her mostly. Fair skin but with a 
few too many freckles (never mind that her boyfriends told 
her they were sexy), a pair of slightly bloodshot blue eyes, 
even though there were some circles forming under them, a 
very attractive face, but her nose was too big she thought, 
but no one ever complained. Her best features, the ones she 
knew would always get the guys to look still pleased her. Her 
hair was straight, and long, stopping just below her waist, 
like a golden-blonde waterfall. And her eyebrows, which 
matched her hair exactly. Many men had asked her if her 
“other” hair was so perfectly matched. If he was that bold, 
she invited him to see for himself that it was.

Her breasts weren’t as large as she wanted, but they were 
well proportioned to her body. Her waist was slender still, 
and she was trim, but she always criticized any flab on her 
butt or thighs, even though most men would have killed to 
kiss her naked form. At five foot seven, she was leggy, but 
still nicely put together.

Kristen stepped into the shower and soaped up, thinking of 
Janet and Jerry’s performance earlier. She didn’t masturbate, 
she never could in the shower, but she did feel much better 
after she’d cleaned up and put on what little makeup she 
usually wore. She brushed out her long hair, still wet, and 
used the blow dryer for about ten minutes. It was still damp 
when she stopped to answer the knock on the bathroom door.

Jerry stood in the hallway wearing jogging shorts and trying 
to keep an erection down. Kristen wore her robe but was 
obviously naked underneath. Kristen smiled and let Jerry into 
the bathroom, while she returned to the kitchen and the smell 
of bacon and eggs.

Janet’s t-shirt was outside of her shorts now, something 
Kristen noticed quickly. “I see Jerry’s said good morning to 
you.” she said. Janet glanced down at her top, then looked 
over at Kristen, grinning. “Yeah. The animal!” She added with 
a wink.

They ate breakfast when Jerry returned, and afterwards, Janet 
braided Kristen’s long blonde hair. She took her shower with 
Jerry, and Kristen tried to ignore the sounds of splashing 
fun the bathroom.

Janet and Jerry went out to visit the casinos on the North 
Shore of Lake Tahoe, while Kristen contented herself with 
sunning on the deck and reading a new book by her favorite 
writer. This vacation started out wrong, with Mike cancelling 
out at the last minute, leaving Kristen feeling alone, and 
like a party crasher. But then, she didn’t gamble and 
besides, she wasn’t old enough anyway. Kristen worked on her 
tan, hoping that her freckles would blend into a semblance of 
a tan at least.

It was pretty and quiet in the mountains, but still warm. 
Kristen only stayed in the sun for a short while before 
moving into the shade. She read for about an hour and a half, 
then dozed off.

Kristen awoke, stretching like a cat, and then stood up. The 
light coating of sun-screen still glistened on her skin and 
felt slippery since she’d perspired during her nap. She 
picked up her towel and turned to enter the rented cabin when 
she saw Janet and Jerry inside.

Kristen watched through the large glass doors, her eyes wide, 
blinking in amazement or sleepiness. Janet lay on her back on 
the sofa, her ass at the edge of the cushions. She was naked 
with her legs high in the air, and Jerry was crouching 
between her legs, rolling his face around in her cunt. Janet 
was shaking and rocking her hips, obviously enjoying his 
tongue. Kristen wondered what to do as she watched. Somehow 
they’d come back while she’d dozed off, and hadn’t seen her 
on the deck. Jerry made Janet come in a gasping orgasm which 
made Kristen very wet, and she wanted to finger her pussy, 
but she didn’t dare. She didn’t want them to catch her 
masturbating while she watched them.

The two lovers swapped places, and now Janet was sucking on 
Jerry’s cock. In the daylight Kristen could see that Jerry’s 
cock was just about right for fucking, in any hole. Not too 
big, not too short, just nice. Janet sucked him with 
practiced expertise. Janet’s body was smooth and evenly tan, 
except for the small light areas that showed the tiny suit 
she normally wore. Kristen felt her feet moving, and she felt 
as though someone else was controlling them.

As she moved, it came to her that she was going to walk in on 
them, and she prepared and “excuse”. If they objected or were 
embarrassed, she would simply go to her room, then shower off 
from her sunbathing. If they didn’t object then...well, she’d 
see.

Kristen took a deep breath and opened the door, walking in 
and closing it carelessly behind her. Just as she entered, 
Janet looked up, and Jerry began to shoot. Both young women 
locked eyes for a moment, then Kristen’s were drawn to the 
thick white cum spurting against Janet’s neck and tits. Janet 
looked down, paused, then gulped down Jerry’s spurting cock, 
making him cry out with loud “ahhh’s”.

Kristen decided to go to her room, as if she’d interrupted 
completely by accident. As she walked she could feel the 
slipperiness of her own pussy and the stiffness of her 
nipples.

“Nice timing!” Janet said loudly as Kristen turned the 
corner. She stopped and turned back, looking back at Janet, 
her tits glistening wetly. “Sorreee!” Kristen said, grinning. 
“I thought you guys were going out all day.”

Janet stood and walked closer, her sperm-splotched breasts 
wobbling as she walked. Kristen couldn’t take her eyes off 
the cum that dribbled down between them, or the cum that 
clung to on of her dark nipples.

“Surrre.” Janet said softly. “Come with me, I have something 
to show you.”

Kristen followed Janet into the bedroom and Janet opened a 
small paper bag. From the bag she pulled a thick vibrating 
dildo, covered in a soft, flesh like latex. “Watch this.” she 
said, then switched it on. The head vibrated and as she 
worked the controls, the upper third began to twirl or rotate 
and piston in and out. Kristen’s eyes got big.

“Where did you get THAT!?” Kristen laughed.

“At a little novelty store in town.” Janet giggled. “And this 
too!” She handed Kristen the vibrator and Kristen felt it 
buzzing, twisting and thrusting in her hands. It sent an 
erotic feeling deep inside her pussy. Janet pulled another 
item from the bag. This dildo looked like a “Y”, with two 
cocks joined at the base. Kristen knew how this was meant to 
be used.

“Look at this though!” Janet said, connected a rubber ball 
and tube to the dildo. She set it humming and the tips of 
both heads blurred, then she squeezed the ball. Water jetted 
out of both tips, squirting several feet. Kristen’s pussy 
spasmed at the sight. “Think of the possibilities with this!”

“Um, yeah. Nice!” Kristen said. “Er, I’m going to take a 
shower. Maybe even a cold one.”

Janet handed her the thrusting dildo. “Here, have fun.”

Kristen refused it, as much as she would have tried it in 
privacy, she didn’t want to seem too desperate or horny. She 
went into her room and couldn’t resist the urge to finger her 
pussy. Kristen lay on the bed, her fingers blurring over her 
clit. She came quickly, thinking of the images of Jerry’s 
cock spurting all over Janet’s tits. A few minutes later 
Kristen pulled on a robe and picked up some clothes, then 
went into the bathroom for a quick shower. She was just about 
to climb into the shower when Janet knocked on the door, 
asking to be let in quickly. Kristen opened the door for her.

“Shit!” Janet said, “I got it in my eye and it BURNS!”

Kristen got a look at her face as she moved past to get to 
the sink. There were thick globs of sperm on her cheek and in 
her hair. Jerry had cum again, but somehow Janet had gotten 
some of the salty stuff in her right eye. After a minute of 
splashing water she stood up and toweled her face off, most 
of Jerry’s cum having been washed off.

“That’ll teach you to watch too close!” Kristen laughed.

“Thanks a bunch.” Janet said. “Would you mind if I showered 
with you?” she asked, feeling the cum in her hair.

“No, c’mon. You do my back, I’ll do yours.” Kristen said.

Together they showered, trading secrets and laughing over 
Kristen’s unannounced entry earlier. Kristen’s hair was 
pinned up so she didn’t have to dry it all over again, and 
Janet scrubbed her back. The oily sunscreen needed to be 
scrubbed off, and Janet didn’t stop when she reached 
Kristen’s ass. She worked down, not sexually touching, but 
scrubbing hard. She kept going down those long, lean legs, 
until she reached the ankles.

“Thanks.” Kristen said. “That felt good.” She turned around, 
hand extended for the washcloth. Instead, Janet soaped it up 
and began scrubbing Kristen’s chest, above and between her 
breasts.

“Jerry would kill to do this to you, you know.” Janet said 
evenly. “He said that last night he fantasized about you 
joining us.”

“Really?” Kristen said, forgetting that Janet was washing her 
front. “He really said that?”

Janet nodded, scrubbing around Kristen’s tits and then down 
her belly. “He even said he’d like to eat you while he fucks 
me.”

Kristen’s mind imagined that, and she felt a little excited. 
Suddenly Janet’s hand was sliding over her mons, and then 
between her legs. The touch was lighter, more sensual now. 
Kristen’s legs parted slightly, and her lips parted to take a 
sharp breath. Janet’s hand lingered a little longer, then she 
began scrubbing the fronts of the blonde’s legs. Kristen 
looked down, watching Janet kneel and scrub. Her hand moved 
and touched Janet’s head lightly.

Janet leaned forward and kissed Kristen’s pussy lightly, then 
she stood up. Close. Kristen seemed to move on automatic. She 
leaned forward, tilting her head slightly, and then it 
happened. Their lips met in a kiss. Kristen was surprised at 
how warm and soft Janet’s lips were. Their breasts touched 
lightly, making Kristen’s nipples stand up even harder. When 
they parted, Kristen gazed into the eyes of her friend, now 
to be her newest lover.

Trembling with excitement Kristen reached out and touched 
Janet’s breast. This was the first time she’d ever touched 
another woman’s breast sexually. The soft flesh was so warm, 
and Janet’s full orb drew Kristen’s hand into a cup shape 
which she slid over the end of her friend’s breast.

Janet’s hands slid down and cupped Kristen’s ass, kneading it 
slightly. Kristen’s whole body trembled, as though she were 
going to have an all-over orgasm. Somehow Janet realized her 
friend’s nervous excitement and she leaned down, taking one 
of Kristen’s nipples in her lips. As she sucked on it, biting 
down delicately, Kristen gasped and pressed her soft tit into 
Janet’s face. Janet pulled on the other nipple with her 
fingers, then gently licked all around Kristen’s puffy 
areaola. The tall blonde’s breathing was shallow and ragged, 
and Kristen could feel her cunt leaking it’s warm cream down 
her thigh. Janet stood upright and Kristen felt like she was 
on fire. She grabbed Janet’s face and kissed her, one of the 
most passionate kisses she’d ever given. Janet returned it, 
with her hands exploring the lean, smooth texture of her 
friend’s body.

When their kiss broke, Kristen burned with a madness, a 
desire, a carnal need. She bent and licked around Janet’s 
nipple, then sucked hard on the erect bud. Janet cradled the 
blonde’s head to her breast, and felt Kristen suckling and 
licking her tit. Kristen’s right hand slid between Janet’s 
legs, lightly at first. Kristen’s pussy spasmed when her 
fingers found Janet’s cunt soaking wet and slippery. Her 
fingers slid back and forth through her friend’s cuntlips, 
then Kristen sighed as her finger slid into her friend’s 
body. Janet sighed too, rocking her hips forward and 
trembling against Kristen.

A few moments later, Kristen stood with her hands on the wall 
of the shower, legs spread, and Janet sitting on the floor, 
her head bent back and her tongue, her wonderful tongue, 
swirling around inside her. Janet was sucking her pussy, 
lapping her free-flowing juices and sliding her hands up and 
down Kristen’s legs. Kristen gasped for breath, her stomach 
heaved in and out and her legs threatened to buckle. Janet 
sucked and licked, and Kristen shuddered. A wave washed over 
her, starting in her cunt and spreading outward, returning to 
her twat as a flood of thick creamy juice to be lapped up by 
Janet.

Kristen sat down on a ledge in the shower, weak and flushed. 
Janet rolled to her kneeds and kissed the blonde’s tits, then 
kissed Kristen on the mouth. Kristen tasted her juices, not 
for the first time but certainly the most erotic. Janet’s 
lips were slick and their tongues danced. Moments later, when 
Janet stood up, Kristen took the floor and tongued Janet’s 
pussy. Kristen looked at Janet’s pussy, seeing the swollen 
lips surrounded by her curly bush. Her tongue licked lightly 
over Janet’s slit, finding her clit at the top, all swollen 
and hard. Janet’s hips jerked, and Kristen continued to lick 
circles around it. Soon Kristen’s chin was slick with the 
juices seeping from Janet’s opening, and her tongue was 
sliding all around. Kristen loved the feeling on her tongue, 
and her face. The smooth, warm, slippery wetness excited her, 
and the musky scent of Janet filled her nostrils.

“Put your fingers in me.” Janet said breathlessly.

Kristen did. First one finger, then two, then a third. 
Janet’s hips bucked and Kristen flicked her tongue over the 
girl’s clit. She felt the spasms around her fingers, the 
grasping, pulsing squeezes as Janet began to cum. Kristen 
shoved her fingers in deep, moving her hand back and forth 
until Janet moaned loudly and began shuddering. Janet’s hips 
ground against the intruding fingers, and her hand pushed 
Kristen’s face tightly against her mons. When Kristen pulled 
her fingers out, they glistened with Janet’s cream, a few 
whitish globs clinging to her fingers. Kristen licked her 
fingers off, savoring it like a fine sauce.

They finished their shower, hugging and kissing each other 
tenderly. They had shared something very special, and they 
both felt close and loving to each other. After eight years 
of friendship, they had become even closer.

Jerry was half-dressed, watching a movie when the girls came 
out of the bathroom. Both were clad only in terry cloth robes 
and they sat on either side of him. Jerry felt something was 
up, and he was almost afraid of saying anything to spoil it. 
For a long time he’d fantasized about having Kristen’s long 
legs wrapped around him, and it seemed like he would have his 
chance.

Kristen sat so that when she looked at the TV, she could not 
see either Janet or Jerry. When she watched part of the show, 
Jerry slipped his hand under Janet’s robe and between her 
legs. The sudden stiffness was like a jerk and Kristen turned 
her head, looking right at Jerry’s half hidden hand.

“Turn it on.” Janet whispered softly.

Jerry saw that Kristen was looking, and felt his cock rising 
into a tremendous erection. His fingers found the switch and 
a light humming noise filled the air just as Janet’s body 
shuddered. The “Y” shaped dildo inside her began vibrating 
her body, sending delicious waves of pleasure through her. 
Janet held his hand over her cunt, cupping her twat and 
pressing the vibrator deeper.

Kristen took Jerry’s other hand gently, spreading her legs 
slightly and placing his hand under her robe. Jerry’s hand 
explored her crotch, finding the other dildo already in 
place. Jerry’s fingers found the switch and turned it on. 
Kristen’s body jerked, and she gasped several times as the 
dildo began squirming in her cunt.

“Ah-h-h-h-h...Ohhhhhhhh!” Kristen sighed, cupping Jerry’s 
hand over her cunt. Her hips rocked against the twisting, 
thrusting vibrator, and her eyes closed, jaw slack in 
rapture.

“Let me suck you.” Janet said softly, sliding down off the 
sofa. She quickly unfastened his pants and removed his rigid 
cock. Without a word she sucked on him, moving up and down 
the shaft with quick movements. Her mouth watered and saliva 
coated his cock, making it glisten wetly. Janet shucked her 
robe to the floor, curling her feet under her so that as she 
rocked her body back and forth it pressed the humming 
vibrator deeper into her holes.

Kristen leaned over and kissed Jerry, sending her tongue 
halfway into his throat. He kissed back, taking command and 
forcing her tongue to retreat. They mouth-fucked each other 
with their tongues, bodies blazing with fiery passions. 
Jerry’s hips rocked up to cram his cock into Janet’s mouth, 
and she made loud slurping noises.

Jerry kneaded Kristen’s tits, and she began panting, coming 
closer to her orgasm from the vibrator and all the 
sensations. Jerry couldn’t hold on, and he felt the thick 
jism rising from his balls. Janet’s wet mouth slobbered down 
his cock, making sloppy, wet noises as his cock began 
swelling. She moaned twice, urgently trying to call Kristen. 
Just as Kristen moved, Jerry’s hips arched.

Kristen saw Janet’s brow furrow in concentration and the 
thick pulsing of Jerry’s cock in her mouth. Janet’s mouth and 
jaw worked, and then Kristen heard a swishing, squirting 
noise. Janet moaned as his jism flowed, filling her mouth 
with his creamy cum. She greedily sucked his sperm into her 
mouth, coaxing every drop by licking just under the tip of 
the head. Finally spent, she let his softening cock slip from 
between her lips, trailing a dribble of sperm over her lower 
lip. Kristen leaned down and licked the semen from Janet’s 
lips.

Janet grabbed her head and pulled her closer. Kristen opened 
her mouth, expecting to taste Jerry’s cum. Janet opened her 
mouth and used her tongue to push the warm, thick mass of 
sperm into Kristen’s mouth. It was erotic to Kristen, and she 
sucked the sperm from Janet’s mouth, then they tongued each 
other fiercely, swishing the cum around back and forth. 
Parting their kiss, strands of jism connected their lips. 
Tongues flashed and collected it, and both girls swallowed, 
tasting his jizz like a cream sauce. The vibrators had 
brought them both close to orgasm, yet their bodies refused 
to yield. Kristen’s passions were beyond what she’d known, 
and she wanted to come so badly she would do anything Janet 
asked.

“Go get my bag.” Janet said to Jerry. She smiled and asked 
Kristen if she ever fantasized about being watched. Kristen, 
in a very carnal mood, ran her hands over her tits, licking 
her lips.

“No.” she breathed.

“Let’s let him watch us.” Janet said, cupping Kristen’s cunt 
and shoving the dildo into her.

Kristen was being fucked by the little machine, and the 
twisting head kept her so close to orgasm that Janet’s hand 
nearly sent her over the edge. The hand withdrew too soon, 
leaving Kristen almost in tears, until she watched Janet lick 
her cream off her fingers. Jerry returned carrying Janet’s 
duffle bag, his cock returning to full size.

Janet unzipped the bag and reached in. “You’ll love this 
toy.” she said, pulling out a two foot double-headed dildo. 
Kristen’s cunt spasmed, and she reached down to finger 
herself.

“NO!” Janet said sharply, pulling the blonde’s hand from her 
bush. Then, softly, “Cum WITH me.” And she kissed Kristen 
softly. Kristen followed along, floating on her erotic, lust-
filled cloud.

Janet positioned her on her hands and knees, adjusting the 
dildo to a slower rhythm. She pulled it out of Kristen’s 
twat, watching her gaping cunt hole spasm and close slowly. 
She pressed the humming, twisting head to Kristen’s asshole, 
pressing the slick, rubbery head firmly.

“Oh, no, don’t....” Kristen started, but suddenly her asshole 
was filled with sensations that made her cream flow like 
water. She trembled and her stomach jerked. Kristen’s ass 
shot up in the air, and Janet pushed the toy down into the 
girl’s tight hole. “Ohhhh Goddddddd!” Kristen wailed.

Janet rubbed her hand all over Kristen’s glistening vulva, 
massaging her cunt juice all over her crotch, coating her 
thighs and belly with the creamy fluid that dripped from her. 
Kristen tried to catch her breath, feeling as though she were 
being split open and fucked inside-out. Janet picked up the 
large dildo and coated it with her hand, smearing Kristen’s 
juices on the bulbous head. She held Kristen’s hips, pressing 
the thick rubber cock into her cunt.

“Ah-h-h-h...Ohh! Make me cummm! Please! Makemecum!”

Janet slowly pushed ten inches of the cock up the blonde’s 
snatch, watching her holes spasm as it eased into her. Each 
outstroke brought her pouty cuntlips out, as though they were 
holding on and trying to suck it deeper. Once she had the 
dildo seated, Janet stood up and walked around in front of 
Kristen.

Kristen looked up at her naked friend, at the “Y” shaped 
vibrator still humming in her asshole and cunt. Kristen felt 
filled with cock, as though she would explode. Janet moved 
close, standing with her crotch almost in Kristen’s face.

“Pull it out of me.” She hissed. “Jerk it out hard, do it 
fast.”

Kristen reached up a trembling hand and grasped the end of 
the vibrator. It was slick with Janet’s cream, but Kristen 
jerked hard, yanking it out of her cunt and butt.

“Ohhhhhh CUMM!” Janet yelled, then grabbed Kristen’s head, 
shoving her hips forward and rocking them against Kristen’s 
face. “Drink me!” Janet’s cream poured from her, soaking 
Kristen’s face and Janet’s crotch. Janet shuddered and ground 
her pussy against the girl’s face. Kristen felt her nose 
rubbing Janet’s clit hard.

Janet moved away suddenly, going behind Kristen and kneeling 
down, facing away from her friend. Janet pushed the long 
dildo into her cunt and then pressed her ass against 
Kristen’s.

“Fuck me baby!” Janet pleaded. “Fuck me with that beautiful 
blonde pussy! Fuck me!”

Kristen and Janet began rocking their hips back and forth, 
fucking each other with the dildo. Jerry had been watching 
from the sofa, stroking his cock. Several times he’d had to 
grip tightly to keep from shooting his load too early. Now he 
knelt alongside the girls, reaching between their slapping 
asses to hold the dildo still so that it would slide in and 
out of their slick cunts.

Wailing moans filled the room from both women. Kristen felt a 
huge orgasm welling up deep inside her. Each warm slap of 
Janet’s butt to hers brought her a half step closer. Both 
were near the edge, sweat shining on their backs, making 
their asses seem rounder and softer.

“Fuck me Kristen! Fuck me baby!” Janet moaned again. “Oh! 
Kristen! Kristen! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU KRISTEN!!” she 
screamed.

Both of them cried out, slamming their asses tightly 
together, pinning Jerry’s hand between them. They shook in 
orgasm, moaning and jerking around, cramming as much cock in 
them as they could. Each shudder from one sent the other into 
another shudder. It seemed to last forever as they climaxed, 
bodies roiling with waves and waves of spasming pleasure.

Kristen felt her muscles tightening and then it was if she 
were drowning in sensations. Cum sensations. The fullness in 
her ass and cunt made her eyes roll back, and her hips 
arched, pressing hard against Jerry’s hand. She could 
actually feel the tickle of Janet’s cunt hairs on her 
sensitive twat, and the cum-juices trickling down her thighs. 
Sparks and lights went off in her head and she thought she 
might pass out from the intensity of it all, but she did not. 
She rode each delicious wave, surfing each one down into her 
cunt, flowing out between her cuntlips and down her cream-
slick thighs.

Janet’s cunt contracted and gripped the dildo hard. She could 
feel Jerry’s hand trapped against her vulva, hot and hard. 
Her tits seemed to be swelling up, and her nipples were 
brushing the coarse fibers of the rug. Her ass arched high, 
and she could feel the heat of Kristen’s spasming cunt near 
hers. The dildo pressed against her cervix, giving her a full 
feeling. Her stomach bulged out, then contracted only to 
relax and bulge again with the feeling of being crammed full 
of thick cock. Her cream was flowing and she could feel her 
crotch was slick with juices. Each of Kristen’s shudders was 
like an electric pulse to her clit, making her shudder in 
respose.

Jerry pulled his hand out, and Janet felt Kristen’s sopped 
cunt splat against hers. She arched back, trying to grind her 
pussy against the wet blonde’s. They both tried, bouncing 
back and forth until they felt another wave wash over them. 
The second orgasm was unlike the first. This was more 
sensual, sexy and warm. The first had been full of fire, 
passion, and need. This was icing on the cake.

The two sweaty women sank to the floor, the dildo still in 
their cunts, although almost out of each one. Jerry gently 
removed it from their pussies, and also gently removed the 
vibrator from Kristen’s ass. They shuddered and jerked as he 
removed the toys, then lay still in a limp tangle of 
glistening legs, asses and cunts. Jerry lovingly caressed 
their sweaty behinds, running his hands down the backs of 
their thighs.

“Janet.” Kristen said hoarsly.

“Hmmm?”

“I love you too.” Kristen said.

“Mmmmmmmmm!”

Jerry’s cock pressed against Janet’s waist, and she smiled. 
“I think we forgot someone.” She said softly.

Slowly they both sat up, and smiled at Jerry. “You liked our 
little show?” Janet asked.

“Yes!” Jerry said. “I’m so horny I could cum right now!”

Kristen looked up at him. “Then do it.” She said, thrusting 
her tits forward. “Cum all over us.”

Jerry’s cock ached, standing straight out like a metal rod. 
Pre-cum oozed down from the hole, forming a droplet under the 
head. Kristen leaned forward and extended her lower lip to 
remove it, letting it form a string as she moved back, 
licking it off her lip. Jerry groaned.

“I know what he wants.” Janet cooed.

Moments later, Janet lay on the floor with Kristen’s ass over 
her chest, arched up for Jerry’s entry. Kristen’s tits 
pressed between Janet’s thighs, and Kristen’s hands gripped 
Janet’s calves. Jerry sank deep into Kristen’s sopping wet 
pussy.

“Ohhh Jeeezzus!” Jerry moaned.

Kristen gasped then sighed as his cock began sliding in and 
out of her slippery hole. Janet caressed her friend’s legs, 
her ass, and belly. “She’s so beautiful isn’t she?” Janet 
said to Jerry. “And so hot and wet. Fuck her. Go ahead, I 
know you want to fuck her and cum in her. Do it!” Jerry moved 
faster, trying to restrain himself in Kristen’s beautiful 
cunt. Her body glistened with sweat, and with her ass high, 
offered to him, Jerry was straining not to shoot too soon. He 
wanted it to last, for her as well as for him.

Janet wasn’t helping matters. “Shove that cock up her cunt 
and fuck her!” Janet teased. “Make her cum all over that 
beautiful cock of yours. She wants you to fill her with cum. 
Cum in her cunt!”

Jerry pumped faster, his cock throbbing and straining. It 
felt like his cock was a steel ramrod, plunging in and out of 
Kristen’s soft flesh. Her cunt made squishing, slippery 
noises, and the way she moved her butt against him made Jerry 
grimmace to keep his resolve.

“Ohh yes! Cum in me Jerry!” Kristen moaned. “Fill me with 
cum! Fuck me! Fuck me baby! Fuck me!”

Jerry felt his balls tighten from her moans.

“Yes!” Janet added. “I want to eat your cum out of her. Let 
me lick your cum off her cunt. Soak her. Soak her with cum!”

Jerry’s cock exploded, gushing thick sperm into Kristen’s 
cunt. He thrust deep into her, pressing her mons down onto 
Janet’s chest. She could see his cock swell between her 
cuntlips with each pulse, and feel the tension in his legs as 
well as all through Kristen’s sweat-slicked body. Jerry spurt 
and spurt into Kristen, feeling like his body was draining 
itself dry in her, trying to fill her sucking cunt to 
capacity with his sperm. At last he stopped, feeling the 
thick warmth surrounding his cock inside her. Kristen was 
moaning softly, and grinning broadly.

Janet pulled Jerry back, and as his cock plopped out of her, 
he dripped sperm onto her neck, the soft, wet cock hitting 
her mouth and chin with a wet splat. Janet licked the head, 
then pulled Kristen’s cunt to her mouth. Opening her mouth 
wide, Janet began sucking the length of the blonde’s slit, 
lapping up the sperm and cunt-juice that flowed out of her 
beautiful friend’s snatch. Janet shoved her tongue inside 
Kristen’s hole, withdrawing it covered with their rich, 
creamy mixture. Janet lapped and sucked at Kristen’s pussy, 
making the blonde climax twice. When she finally finished, 
her face and neck were slick with their juices.

Kristen rolled off, sat up and kissed Janet deeply, licking 
her own cum mixed with Jerry’s semen from Janet’s lips and 
face. The two girls hugged and kissed a last time, then 
looked at Jerry.

“Hard again!?” Janet teased.

“Nobody could stay limp watching you two.” Jerry smiled.

“Can you cum again?” Kristen asked.

He shook his head. “Not for a while.” he said. “I need a 
shower and maybe a quick nap before I’ll be ‘recharged’. You 
girls have drained me!”

They laughed, and Jerry went to shower. The two girls sat on 
the sofa, gently touching and kissing each other.

“You know,” Kristen began, “I never thought it would be so 
good with another woman.”

Janet smiled. “Oh, you’re so sweet and sexy I could just hold 
you close to me forever!”

Kristen smiled at her. “I-I’m glad it was you. For my first 
time.”

Janet kissed her softly. “First and always.”

“Janet.” Kristen said between soft kisses. “I love you.”

They embraced and kissed, caressing each other tenderly.

“I knew I was falling in love with you the other night.” 
Janet confessed.

“What? When?” Kristen asked.

“When Jerry was fucking my ass and you were masturbating in 
the bathroom.”

“But...how did you see me?” Kristen asked.

“The night light in there. Remember? I could see right 
through your nightie. The mirrors in the bedroom showed you 
clearly.” Janet said smiling.

Kristen blushed.

“I knew then that I wanted you, and that my feelings for you 
were deep. That’s why I came so hard. I knew you were 
watching.” Janet added.

“I-I felt perverted doing that. Like a peeping Tom.” Kristen 
said, looking at the floor.

Janet lifted her face and smiled. “No, next time I want your 
tongue in me while he fucks my ass.”

“You mean that?” Kristen asked, her eyes wide.

Janet nodded. “Yes. Just so I can have my tongue in you too!”

Again they kissed.

This trip may have started out all wrong, Kristen thought, 
but it’s sure turned out wonderful!!

end
Pussy Barber Stories 10/01/98 21/51




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