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Subject: {ASSM} French Student (teen,f/f,m/m.F/f,etc)
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(c) 2002 Chili Pepper. All Rights Reserved.
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I am a twenty year old, female, French college exchange student
studying at a small liberal arts school in the Mid Hudson Valley. I have
been here since the beginning of the summer, and I'd like to share with
you my experiences over the last six months. First, let me tell you
about myself. I am five foot six and a half, 35-24-34, with short blonde
hair on my head, on my pussy, and in my armpits. In France we women
don't shave all over the way American women do. I have very fine light
hair on my legs, so that is not a big deal. But the big bushes of hair
under my arms are always surprise to people of both sexes. The first day
at school, after I checked in and got my room assignment, I moved my
things in and unpacked. After about four hours, I had set up almost
everything, but was tired, and, it being early July, sweating like a
pig. I peeled my clothes off, and took soap and a towel down the hall to
the communal bathroom. There was no one around, since the summer
semester was not scheduled to start for another ten days. I took a
leisurely shower, being especially careful to lather up well under my
arms, and all over my pussy. Even though we don't shave in Europe, we
are at least as careful as Americans to maintain our personal hygiene. I
was so engrossed in washing that I never heard the shower at the other
end of the room start up. I was startled to hear a friendly hello
suddenly echo in the shower room. I was facing the wall away from the
doorway, with my left arm over my head, and my hand down behind my neck,
scrubbing away at my hairy armpit with my right hand. I spun around, and
saw a very pretty brunette standing under the shower just down from me.
She said her name was Candy, and I could see that she couldn't take her
eyes off my armpit. I watched her for a couple of minutes, and she just
stood, transfixed, staring. I noticed that her nipples were growing
longer and harder, and she continued to stare. I slowly raised my right
arm over my head, and clasped my hands behind my neck, so she could
stare at both of my hairy pits. I took a couple of steps toward her, and
said "Hi, I'm Lisa, and I'm from Paris." I took another step, and now
was directly in front of her. She had tiny breasts, but huge aureoles
which were quickly shrinking into her hard tight nipples, which were the
biggest I had ever seen. As I approached her, she blushed bright red, in
spite of the cool shower she was standing under. I threw my head back,
and thrust my chest out toward her. Slowly, she extended her hand toward
me, and hesitantly stroked my left armpit, starting in the middle,
hairiest part, but extending her caress from my elbow to my breast. As
she touched the side of my breast, she sucked her breath in. "I've never
touched a woman before," she said softly. "I like your hairy armpits.
I'd like to kiss them." Before I could answer, she leaned to me and
rubbed her mouth around in circles in my hair. Electric shocks shot from
my underarms, into my nipples and pelvis. My nipples jumped out, and I
could feel myself getting quite wet inside. She brought her hand to my
breast and gently massaged it, squeezing and rubbing, and pinching my
hard nipple between her fingers. 

This was really nothing new to me. I guess in Europe we are just not as
hung up about our bodies as Americans are. I lost my virginity to the
girl down the street who used to babysit me after school, when I was
nine and she was thirteen. One afternoon, we were trying on her mother's
dresses and underwear. Carlissa took off her bra, and showed me her
budding breasts. She showed me how to squeeze them in my hands, rubbing
the baby fat, and pinching and kissing her nipples, until they grew
long, then shrunk into hard little knots on her little mounds. She had
begun to grow a soft downy fuzz under her arms, and she lay down on the
bed and had me lick her fuzzy armpits until they were smooth and silky
like a seal's coat. I licked and kissed and sucked both her underarms
for a long time, then she took off my shirt and did the same to me. She
also sucked my little nipples, telling me that you had to do that to
make them grow. She said her brother had done that for her for over a
year, and that after six months they had begun to grow to where they
were today. After that day, we would spend hours after school in
Carlissa's bed, kissing and licking and sucking and squeezing each other
all over. It did not take us long to discover each other's mounds. She
had a soft covering of peach fuzz there, too, with a few longer hairs
starting to grow here and there. I had very light hair on my legs, but
my mound was still smooth. We would suck and lick each other, suck on
each other's clitoris and lick deep into the other's vagina. Sometimes
Carlissa would lick my juices all the way back between my cheeks, and
then slide her fingers, one or sometimes two, into my anus. I never did
that to her. Sometimes I would take a mouthful of her juices, and lick
them into her armpits. When she got really hot, little beads of sweat
would pop out in her armpits, and I would lick her sweet juices together
with my saliva and her sweat.  We continued to do this after school for
over a year.

Just after I turned eleven, my parents decided that I did not need any
attention after school any more, so Carlissa was dismissed as my sitter.
We quickly stopped spending much time together, and Carlissa developed
other interests after school. We would still get together from time to
time and spend an afternoon in her bed. I stopped by her house one
afternoon, but she was still at a club meeting at school. Her brother,
who was now almost sixteen, asked me in. He took me into the bathroom
with him, and made me watch him urinate. He warned me never to tell a
soul, and to come back after school the next day. I did, and he repeated
the scenario, every day for over a week. Then one day while he stood in
front of the toilet, he took my hand and wrapped it around his penis,
and told me to hold it while he pissed. When he was done, he made me
stroke it up and down a half dozen times. I felt it start to grow bigger
in my hand, then he took my hand away. We did this for the next week,
then he made me stroke it until it was long and hard. He told me to
continue to stroke it, so I did until he shot a long stream of semen
into the toilet. He made me continue to squeeze it until nothing more
came out. The next day he made me do the same thing, but he put the seat
down before he shot his sperm out. It fell in a great pool on the seat;
he took my hand and wiped it up with my fingers, then wiped them off on
my blouse, over my left nipple. He rubbed my fingers around on my chest
until the semen had soaked through the cloth and my nipple was visible
through the wet material, which stuck to my skin. He then unbuttoned the
top three buttons of my blouse, and stuck his hand inside and pinched my
right nipple. It hurt, but also made me feel warm down between my legs.
He told me to come by the next day, then left me there alone.

The next day, he made me masturbate him again, but this time he pulled
up my skirt and stood in front of me when he came. He came all over the
front of my panties, and as I squeezed the last drops out of him he made
me rub it into the cloth of my panties. We did this for another week;
sometimes he would feel my chest, and sometimes he would just leave
after he came on my panties. The next week he told me to take my blouse
off before he took his penis out. This time he told me to kneel in front
of him, open his pants, take his penis out, and masturbate him. He shot
his come into my face and hair, then took my hand and wiped it over my
lips with my fingers. He told me to lick my lips. I didn't know what
kind of taste to expect, but the smell had already filled my nostrils
and the taste was only a little saltier than the smell. I liked it. He
told me to take his penis into my mouth, and suck the last drops out. I
did.

Before long, he was using my mouth every day, and on weekends, sometimes
twice. He would always make me take off my blouse, and sometimes rub my
chest. Sometimes, he would tell me not to swallow his come, to let it
drip onto my chest, then he would rub it into my nipples or armpits. He
never touched me between the legs, or below the waist, except for the
times he came on my panties. Carlissa and I would still be able to get
together every once in a while, and we would still enjoy each other as
we had the year before. What I didn't know was that he had been using
Carlissa to satisfy himself since she was eleven. Every night after they
had gone to bed, he would sneak into her room, and make her masturbate
him, or he would use her mouth, and sometimes her anus. He never used
her vagina. Shortly after the day he first made me masturbate him, he
stopped using Carlissa, and gave her to one of his friends at school to
use. His friend would use Carlissa every day after school, usually her
mouth. Sometimes, I later found out, he would take her home to his room
while his parents were at work, and invite a number of his friends over.
He would let them all use Carlissa. Sometimes she would suck as many as
a dozen of them in one afternoon, and swallow all of their semen.

While this was running through my mind, Candy had slipped her arm around
my back, with her elbow against my spine. She grabbed my hands in her
hand behind my neck, and pulled down while she pushed my torso forward
with her elbow. She had her mouth wide open and her tongue out, and
sucked and licked my armpits and breasts. She would start at the elbow,
and lick down through my armpit, then sweep around under my breast and,
in a great arc, suck around and around the mound of my flesh till she
sucked my nipple deep into her mouth. She would run her sharp teeth
around my nipple, then lick in another arc off that breast and sweep up
the other, again sucking my nipple half way down her throat, and then up
my armpit to my other elbow. She repeated this over and over again,
pushing my torso forward, and leaning my head back toward the wall of
the shower. When she wasn't sucking my right breast, she would squeeze
it in her left hand, and roll my nipple around between the knuckles of
her thumb and index finger. She pushed her body hard against mine, and
finally shoved her leg between mine. As she began to hump against my
thigh, she slid her right hand down my side, across my belly, and down
through my hairy bush to my mons. She thrust through my labia with her
middle finger, and immediately found my stiff clitoris. I trembled as
she pressed hard against it, and made it pop out from under her finger,
first to one side, then to the other. I felt spasms shoot through my
entire body each time she popped my clitoris out to one side or the
other.

Candy's humping against my leg soon turned into a rhythmic slide of her
crotch up and down my leg; she was incredibly wet and slippery, and slid
smoothly from my knee to my groin. After a while, she slid her finger
off my clit, and straight back and up into my vagina as far as it would
go. I could feel the tip of her finger brush my cervix; then she began
to thrust her finger in and out as hard as she could. She slipped
another finger into me, and now she could easily push her middle finger
into my cervix, and pop it open slightly. By now, Candy had pulled my
head back so far, I was almost horizontal. She slid her mouth up my
neck, and kissed my lips long and hard. She forced her tongue into my
mouth, and then sucked mine into hers. We exchanged a mouthful of saliva
before she pulled away, leaned back, and let me stand up again. "Wow,
you taste great!" she exclaimed.

We rinsed off under the shower, then Candy took my hand and led me out
into the drying room. We toweled off, then wrapped the towels around our
bodies, tucking the loose ends in between our breasts. Candy's towel was
not as long as mine, and barely covered her vulva. Mine came half-way
down my thighs. Candy asked if I'd like a glass of wine, and I was not
about to pass up an offer that good. I followed her to her room, and she
closed the door behind us. She took two plastic tumblers off the
refrigerator, pulled a jug of chenin blanc out and poured us each a pint
of wine.  She leaned back against the desk, and stared at me. "You are
the most beautiful creature I have ever seen," she whispered so I could
barely hear her. She turned and walked into the bedroom, and sat down on
the foot of the bed. I walked in behind her, and stood in front of her,
staring down at her. She leaned over and put her glass on the floor
beside the bed, then opened the towel and let it fall onto the bed
around her ass. She cupped her hands under her breasts, and lifted them
up and out for me to admire. I stepped closer to her, and she spread her
legs so I could step between them. I dropped to my knees and kissed the
inside of her right knee, lightly at first, but then I began to kiss up
the inside of her thigh, and to nibble lightly at her soft skin. I
kissed up to within two inches of the crease of her groin, then back
down to her knee. Up and down, up and down, licking her thigh until it
was slippery and smooth. Then I kissed up to the top again, but then I
began to lick her thigh parallel to the crease of her leg, moving slowly
up and into the crease. Then I kissed up her groin to the top of her
hip, and across her flat stomach to her left hip, and down to her thigh,
and repeated licking and sucking and nibbling and kissing her left
thigh. Again, I licked up into the crease of her groin, and up and
around and across her belly, just outside the top of her hairy bush. Now
I slowly let my tongue slide down the crease in her leg, and I pushed
her leg out as far as I could, letting my tongue slide down the crease,
then lower, down the outside of her labia, and lower to the base of her
buttock. Then I licked slowly back up the crease, and down again. After
a dozen or so licks, I switched to the left side when I hit the base of
her buttock. I still didn't touch her slit or her clitoris. I teased
like this for ten minutes or more. I could smell the heat building up
inside her, and could see the juice start to run down the crack between
her cheeks.

I pulled slightly away from her groin, and moved my mouth very slowly up
her slit, about a half inch away. I could feel her hairs tickle my face,
and I lightly licked the hairs out of the way. I moved up and down like
this, moving maybe a centimeter closer each time, until I was just ever
so lightly brushing against the center of her labia. She began to groan,
and her chest heaved. I leaned against her thighs so that she couldn't
thrust her sex into my mouth. I knew she needed to be teased more. I
stuck my tongue out and again ever so lightly brushed it back and forth
across her labia. I could now taste her sweet love juices as they
lightly coated her sex. She was massaging her breasts in her own hands,
pulling on her nipples, and crushing them between her knuckles. As I
licked down to the base of her ass again, I thrust my tongue out fully,
and plunged it into her vagina. She let out a little scream as a huge
spasm rocked her body. I kept my tongue buried in her love tunnel as she
slammed her thighs together around my head and held me in a tight lock.
She rocked back and forth from side to side, and reached down and
grabbed a handful of my hair in each hand, pulling me harder against
her. My nose was pressed hard against her clitoris, and she rubbed it up
and down. I pushed my right hand around the outside of her leg, and up
behind her buttock. I stuck my middle finger out, and jammed it up her
anus. So much juice had flowed out of her that my finger slipped in all
the way to the last knuckle. Another loud scream escaped her lips, and
she spasmed again, this time so intensely that she literally sat up and
banged her breasts against my head. Just as she began to lie back down,
I pulled my finger out of her bowels, and immediately thrust two back up
her. She threw herself forward and screamed again, and I pulled out of
her rectum and thrust deep inside her again and again. All the while, I
kept my tongue buried deep in her vagina, and my nose pressed against
her clitoris.

Carlissa's brother never tried to share me with anyone. However, by the
time I turned fifteen, he had gone to boarding school. I had to find
someone to satisfy, and to satisfy me. There was an older woman, in her
thirties, I suppose, who lived around the corner from Carlissa. I began
to talk to her on the way home from school in the spring, when she would
be out in her garden. One day she asked me to come in for a Coke. By
now, my body had begun to fill out a lot more. I could actually cup my
breasts in my hands, and I had grown a small but thick bush on my mons.
My armpits were covered with a thin mat of long sandy blond hair, and my
arms and legs were covered with very light, short hairs. She told me her
name was Tasha, and kept saying that I was the most beautiful girl she
had ever seen. We sat in the kitchen and drank a couple of Cokes. She
asked me to take off my blouse and bra, so that she could admire my
young body. I did as she asked. She looked at my body for a while, then
asked if I had ever had champagne. I said no, and she told me I'd love
it, so she poured two large goblets full. She walked into the
livingroom, and told me to sit on the sofa. When she handed me my glass,
she held hers out in a toast, and when I reached out to her, she
whispered, "To young beauty." I replied "To young beauty." She stood in
front of me, taking large sips of her champagne. I sipped very slowly. I
had never tasted it before, and the bubbles dried my tongue out. When
they got to the back of my mouth, they rose up into my sinuses, making
me want to sneeze, but also making me a little dizzy. Tasha walked
around the coffee table, and sat beside me. She took my hand in hers,
and raised it to my lips, saying, "Take a big taste, now."  She held my
hand to my lips and forced me to drink. After I filled my mouth twice
and swallowed, she eased up the pressure on my hand, and began to rub
the back of my hand and my forearm. She slid her hand around under my
arm, so that her fingers were on the inside of my forearm, and her palm
and thumb on the outside. She gently caressed my arm from my hand to my
elbow, and I felt a slight tingle in my nipples. Then, she slid her hand
up the inside of my upper arm, almost to my armpit. She asked me if
anyone had ever touched me, and I said yes. "Tell me about it," she
softly requested. I told her about Carlissa, and the afternoons we had
spent together. The last time I had seen Carlissa had been about five
weeks ago.

Tasha slid her hand all the way up my arm, until her fingers were buried
in my armpit. She lifted my arm up, took the glass of champagne and
placed it on the coffee table, and put my right hand behind my neck. She
then caressed me from my elbow down through my armpit, around the base
of my right breast, and back up again. She did this about ten times,
then raised my left arm over my head, and began to stroke both
underarms. By now my nipples had grown hard and tight, a fact which was
not overlooked by Tasha. When she had both hands under my breasts, she
slid them around my back, up my spine, and grabbed my hands in hers. Her
arms were behind mine, and I was pinned against the back of the sofa.
She leaned down, and gently kissed each nipple, then raised her mouth
and kissed my lips. For the next half hour, she bathed me in her sweet
saliva, licking and kissing and sucking my lips, neck, chest, breasts,
nipples, armpits. My nipples were throbbing, hard, tight little nuts at
the top of my breasts. When Tasha moved her tongue off them they felt
like they were on fire. Her sweet saliva was like a balm when she swept
her cool tongue over them. I felt my crotch getting wet, and my juices
soon began to flow down between my buttocks. I was sure that my panties
and skirt were also soaked. Tasha slowly inched me down the sofa back as
she caressed my body with her mouth, until I was finally flat on my back
on the cushion, with my legs spread out away from Tasha, and my head
close to her. She still held my hands behind my neck, so she could
continue to suck and lick my bushy underarms. She now leaned over my
face when she kissed my breasts, and I closely watched her chest as she
moved back and forth over me. She was wearing a loose white blouse with
a stitched pattern of concentric circles over each breast. It hung
loosely from her torso, so I could see her chest and cleavage when she
rocked forward to suck my nipples. She wore a flimsy net bra, which
loosely held her breasts, and her long stiff nipples poked invitingly
through the loose weave of the netting. Her breasts looked soft and
round, a lot bigger than mine, but still small compared to many women.

Tasha finally released my hands, and sat up on the sofa beside my head.
My heart was racing, and my breasts heaved with every burning breath I
took. I was dizzy, and thankful that I didn't have to sit up. My nipples
throbbed, and felt like they would explode each time my pulse rushed
through my body. I looked up and behind me, and saw Tasha sitting there,
sipping her champagne, and watching me carefully. She slid her left hand
up her right side, and gently caressed her right breast while she stared
into my eyes. Slowly, she stood up, and walked around the table and
stood by my knees. My left leg had dropped off the sofa, and my right
leg was bent, with my knee leaning against the back of the sofa. Tasha
sat down between my knees and lifted my skirt up to my waist. She leaned
against my right leg, and used her knees to push my left leg out as far
as she could. She stared at my crotch as she again sipped on her
champagne. I knew my panties were soaked, and Tasha relished the view of
my light brown bush through the now nearly transparent fabric. She
reached out with her hand and held the glass of champagne directly over
my crotch, and tipped it until a small stream ran out and dripped onto
my panties. She adjusted her position, so that the champagne ran onto
the top of my mound, and down my labia, over my crack, and into my
skirt. It felt so cold, it sent shivers through my whole body.
Meanwhile, Tasha began to lightly caress my right thigh with her free
hand, then put the glass back down on the table, and caressed both
thighs with both hands. Slowly, she leaned forward, very slowly, and
leaned down, until her lips were only a fraction of an inch from my
mons. I could feel the warmth of her breath over the chilled, champagne
soaked panties. She inhaled deeply, smelling the mixed aromas of my
juices and the champagne, and blew a gentle stream of air against my
crotch. Each time her breath hit me, an intense glow shot out of my sex,
and sent warmth throughout my trembling body. I looked down but could
only see her eyes watching me, and I had to strain my neck to see that
much of her face. I laid my head down and stared at the ceiling. She
opened her mouth wide, and I could feel the gentle stream of breath
change to little puffs of air as she exhaled through her open lips. Soon
I felt her cheeks gently brush against the inside of my groin, and her
open lips surrounded my vulva. She sucked gently through my panties,
then suddenly thrust her face hard against me and sucked my vulva deep
into her mouth. She jammed her tongue against my labia, and pushed it
through them, prying them apart, and wrapping it around my hard, hot
clitoris. As she sucked my clit up the wrapper of
her tongue, I felt an intense spasm rock me, from my neck to my toes.
She continued sucking without letting up, and spasm after spasm shook
me. Tasha moved her arms up to my belly, and held me down, or I would
have sat upright and probably hit her in the head. As suddenly as she
had begun to suck me, she let go of my clitoris, and closed her lips to
make only a small opening, and sucked only my clit up between her teeth.
She nibbled lightly all around my clit, and the spasms continued to rock
me. She slid her chin down between my lips, and thrust it deep into my
vagina, then licked back up to my clitoris. She sucked all the juices,
including the sweet champagne, out of my panties, and continued rubbing
her face and tongue up and down my slit. After a while, I couldn't come
any more; my muscles were spent; I just lay back panting, trying to
catch my breath. In all the time Carlissa and I had spent together, I
had never felt anything so intense, no release so deep, no afterglow so
relaxing. 

Tasha let me catch my breath for a few minutes, then she lifted her face
from my crotch a couple of inches. She slid her right hand up my thigh
to the edge of my panties, then slipped her fingers under the leg band
and in between my labia. Her middle finger slid straight into my vagina.
"My, you're tight," Tasha commented. "Are you still a virgin?" "Yes," I
replied. "Oh, my. That's so delicious!" She thrust her finger in and out
of my canal about a dozen times, then tried to push two fingers into me.
I grunted as she tried to penetrate me with both of them. She slowly
twisted her fingers in circles as she pushed against my tight opening,
and gradually managed to penetrate a couple of inches. It hurt at first,
but after a couple of minutes, I began to relax, and she was able to get
both fingers in me up to the second knuckle. She then slid her third
finger down the crack between my cheeks, and rubbed it around my anus.
Slowly she began to probe at my tight sphincter, then to apply light
pressure against my rosebud. Gently, she kept up the pressure, until she
had penetrated my nether opening as well. Next, Tasha pumped her fingers
in and out of both of my holes, slowly opening them up to her insistent
thrusts. "My, you are tight back here also. What have you ever done with
the boys?" she asked. I gasped out the story of Carlissa's brother, and
told her how he had never touched my below the waist, except to come on
my panties. The heat was building up in my body again, as Tasha
continued to thrust her fingers in and out of my orifices. The juices
began to stream out of my vagina, and make access to my anus easier. 

Suddenly, Tasha pulled her fingers out of me and sat up. She reached
behind the sofa cushion, and pulled out a rope. She quickly pulled it
over my waist, and tied it to the leg in the center of the couch,
holding me tightly in place on the sofa. "Don't go!" she ordered, as she
stood up and ran to the stairs. She returned a couple of minutes later.
She still wore the stitched blouse, but had changed her shorts for a
pair of slacks with a straight bulge in the crotch. She untied the rope
from the leg of the sofa and stuffed it back under the cushion, then
took my hands and pulled me up to stand in front of her. She placed her
hands on my cheeks, and, pulling my mouth to hers, kissed me long and
deep. As she dropped her hands to her sides, she commanded me to
unbutton the top button of her blouse. I slowly reached up with both
hands and opened the top button. "Pull my blouse open," she demanded. I
slid my hands up to the open top above her cleavage, and pulled the
lapels apart. "Good, now, open the next button." I did as I was told,
and pulled the blouse open further. Now I could easily see her bosom,
clad in the loose net bra. "OK, now the next," she ordered. I opened the
next button, and when I pulled the blouse open again, I could see her
navel. "Now another," she directed. Slowly, I was undressing Tasha, as I
had never undressed anyone before. It was slow, and sensual, and my
breathing became very slow, and labored. "Now, slide your hands inside
my blouse, and cup them under my breasts. Slowly, slowly, now, slide
them up and around my tits, and, now, squeeze gently, like ripe peaches;
don't bruise them. Squeeze, gently, slowly, squeeze, gently, slowly;
again. Slide your hands back down, and do it again. Squeeze, gently.
Down, and back up again. Open the next button. Slide your hands in,
across my belly, now up to my breasts, and squeeze again. Down, slowly,
and back up and squeeze. Slide your thumb and first finger around my
nipples, and roll them gently. A little harder now. Squeeze my breasts,
and roll my nipples between your fingers. Harder. Now, the next button."
I was at her waistband, now. Tasha told me to pull the blouse out of her
slacks, and open another button, and slide my hands softly across her
smooth skin, and squeeze her breasts some more. "OK, now, the last
button." I opened the bottom button. "Now, slide your hands all the way
up to my shoulders, and push my blouse down my arms, and pull it off my
wrists. Good. Drop it on the floor. Now, hands on my hips. Slide them
around my back, and up a little. Pull me to you. Slide your hands up as
you do. Pull me closer. Slide up." By now my hands were in the middle of
her back, and her pelvis was against mine, as was her belly. "Higher,
and closer. Pull me to you, and slide your hands up to my shoulders."
Her breasts touched mine, and a shiver went through my body. Being with
Carlissa was never this soft and sensual. "Pull my shoulders to you;
open your mouth; kiss me." I pulled her shoulders tight against me, and
she leaned forward and we kissed. It was even more exciting than when
she kissed me. 

After a long, five minute kiss, she pulled back from me, and stared deep
into my eyes. "Slide your hands down, and unhook my bra." I did as she
asked, and then I pulled it down her downy arms and dropped it on the
floor. "Good, that's good." She pulled back from me, and told me to
squeeze her breasts again. I couldn't believe the feel of her naked
breasts in my hands. They were so soft, but firm. Carlissa's had been
baby fat, but Tasha had real meat inside her tits. Her nipples erupted
into long, hard points as I held her breasts in my hands. They were hot,
and longer than pencil erasers. Tasha raised her hands behind my neck,
and pulled me forward. "Suck me," she requested. I lowered my lips to
her nipples, and felt the fire inside as I sucked them deep into my
mouth. Tasha gasped as I sucked first one, then the other of her nipples
deep into my mouth. I slid my hands around the base of her breasts, and
gently caressed them as I continued sucking one, then the other of her
nipples. She slid her hands off my shoulders, and up her side to cup
around my hands, and help the gentle rhythmic squeezing. Then she slid
her hands higher, across her chest, until they were straight over her
head. She clasped them together, and dropped them behind her neck. Her
armpits were smooth, and hairless. I had never seen anyone who shaved
under her arms before. I stared intently, then she told me "Lick my
armpits. Just like I did to you. Suck. Give me little hickeys. Nibble
lightly. Lick some more. Up and down. Keep it up. Squeeze my other
breast. Oh, that's good. Don't stop. Suck hard. Now suck my nipple.
Scratch my armpit while you suck my titties. Go on! More! More! More!"
Her nipples were shrinking into hard little stubs on the end of her
breasts, and they radiated heat. They heated up my mouth when I sucked
them deep inside.

Suddenly, Tasha stopped me, and told me to kneel. I dropped to my knees,
and she placed her hands behind my neck and pulled my face against her
pelvis. I felt a hard shaft inside her fly, and she rubbed my face back
and forth over it. "Drop my pants," she ordered. I opened her belt and
waistband, pulled down her fly, and pulled her trousers to her ankles. I
could more easily make out the outline of the bulge inside her
underpants; it was a large dildo, and I could almost make out the straps
holding it in place. "Drop my shorts, too," she commanded. I pulled her
underpants down to her ankles, also, and the dildo fell straight out in
front of her crotch. "You know how to suck one of those, don't you?" she
asked. "Yes, I think so. I've done it." "Well, suck it now." I pulled
the dildo into my mouth, and proceeded to suck it, just as I had to for
Carlissa's brother. "Suck me hard," she cried. I sucked up and down as
fast and as hard as I could. By now, Carlissa's brother would have
filled my mouth with his semen, but Tasha obviously didn't. "Take my
pants and shorts off me," she ordered. She lifted her feet, one at a
time, and I pulled the trousers and underpants off her ankles, and threw
them on the sofa. "Suck me some more, and get me wet, very wet. Oh,
that's so good. Do more." Tasha suddenly pulled the dick out of my
mouth, and, reaching down under my armpits, pulled me to my feet. She
took my hand, and led me into the kitchen. When we got there, she poured
two more glasses of champagne, then led me to the kitchen table. She
made me stand at one end, about six inches away from the edge, then held
my back, and lowered me onto the tabletop. I was now lying on the table,
with the small of my back at the edge, and my ass and legs hanging off.
She stretched my arms out over my head, and tied my wrists to the table
legs. Then she stood in front of me, and rubbed the rubber dick against
my vulva. She kneeled down, and pulled my panties off my legs, down to
my ankles, then lifted my feet in the air and pulled the panties off
completely. She turned them inside out, rolled them up in a ball, and
stuffed them in my mouth like a gag. 

Tasha then went to one of the drawers, and took a handful of clothespins
out. She stood by my right side, and clipped a pin onto each nipple.
Before she fastened it on, she rubbed and stroked and pulled on the
nipple, then sucked it into her mouth and nibbled it with her teeth.
Then she squeezed it and pulled it up and out, and fastened the
clothespin to it. Next she did the other nipple, and followed with two
pins in each armpit, and two on each upper arm, between the elbow and
the armpit. Each clothespin made the area around it throb and burn, and
I felt the heat rising in my thighs again. Tasha then walked between my
legs again, and this time rubbed the dick up and down my naked lips. She
pushed it up and down with her hand, and when she had moved it to the
base of my labia, she thrust her hips forward and drove her hard cock
through my labia and straight into my vagina. With three hard thrusts,
she drove it all the way to the hilt, and her pubis was jammed against
mine. I had never felt such pressure inside. I felt like I would burst.
She stood still for a minute, almost long enough for me to adjust to the
feeling of her dick stuffed into my vagina. Then she began to rock her
hips, and, with long, even, thrusts, pulled her penis out to my lips,
and then deep into my vagina, till she penetrated my cervix. I don't
know what hurt more, the stretching of my vaginal walls by the large
dick, or the clothespins on my upper torso. But the pain combined with
the most intense pleasure which spread throughout my body.  I almost
couldn't breath, and every nerve ending in my body was wired. When she
ran her fingertips up and down my thighs, it felt like fire and ice
together. Goosebumps followed her touch all over me.

Suddenly, she pulled her penis out of me, slid her arms under my knees,
and lifted my legs over her shoulders. She guided her cock with her
right hand, and held my back with her left as she thrust the penis
against my anus. She bent her knees slightly, so that she could put more
force into her thrust, and forced herself deep into my rectum. She
stayed there for a while, and used her fingers to massage my clitoris
and finger my vagina. She held my clit with her thumb, and squeezed it
so it slid around under her finger. Each time it would pop out to one
side, a quick spasm would jerk through my body. She kept on rubbing my
clit while she drove three fingers in and out of my vagina. After about
five minutes, she began to rock her hips again, fucking in and out of my
rectum while she continued her attentions to my clit and vagina. As she
built up speed with the dildo, I felt a tremendous tension building up
in my body. She increased the tempo of rubbing my clit, and thrusting in
and out of my love canal, in counterpoint to the thrusts of the dick in
my rectum. I felt like a rubber band being wound tighter and tighter,
until I couldn't take any more. The orgasm overtook me like an
earthquake; I tried to scream, but with my panties stuffed into my
mouth, all I could do was groan. I shook all over, and intense spasms
rocked all of my muscles. My legs convulsed, and if Tasha hadn't wrapped
her arms around my thighs, I would have thrown her to the floor. As it
was, my legs stiffened, and my abdomen straightened, and convulsed also.
I rocked up and down her chest with my legs spasming and relaxing, over
and over. She kept on rubbing my clitoris with the hand around my left
leg, and thrusting the dick in and out of my anus. She really didn't
have to move much, because my spasms kept jerking my anus up and down
the shaft. 

I really don't remember how long the orgasm lasted, but it felt like
hours. Finally, my muscles must have just tired out, but anyway, the
convulsions died down, and I lay like a rag on the table. I let my legs
drop over Tasha's shoulders, and lay totally immobilized. I was so
drained that I couldn't move my head from side to side. Tasha let my
legs slide down off her shoulders and eased my feet down to the floor.
She walked around to my right side, and leaned over my face and kissed
me lightly on the lips. She took the clothespins off my breasts and
underarms, and gently massaged the bruises where they had been attached.
After she untied my arms, she helped me stand, then put her arm around
my back, picked up the champagne glasses, and helped me into the
livingroom. She let me slide out of her arms onto the sofa, then she sat
beside me and handed me my glass. "To young beauty," she toasted. "To
young beauty," I replied.


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