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The first time was with Ginger, and I still feel a little guilty about
that. I’m a married woman, but throughout the five years of my
marriage I have had to have sex with other women from time to time. I
just couldn’t keep my sanity without it. I remember when it happened.
Don was at work and Ginger was over at my house. We’d been making love
most of the morning. I had just met Ginger, a tall, lovely blonde, at
the supermarket two weeks before this, and we were still at that stage
when you just can’t get enough of each other’s bodies.

I was sitting on the edge of the pool and Ginger swam over and started
fooling around. Pretty soon she had my bikini bottoms off and was
eating my pussy while I sprawled beside the pool, the sun beating down
on me, my legs dangling in the water. Something about doing it outside
like that made me twice as excited as usual, and I could feel the
juices flowing inside my cunt.

Ginger’s tiny little hands were busy on me, rubbing my clit while she
thrust her tongue deep inside me tickling my asshole, finally dipping
into my cunt. She got a finger in, then two, three, finally all four.
She was stirring me inside, touching me in a way I had never been
touched before. Ginger knew just how to bring me to a climax, working
her fingers inside my cunt and her tongue on my clit. When I started
to come she would freeze, letting the spasm shatter my body while she
withdrew her tongue and held her busy fingers still for a few
moments-then it would all start again.

“OH, GOD, GINGER,” I begged, “STICK YOUR FINGERS UP MY CUNT.
YESS…YESS! THAT’S IT! OH YES, I’M COMING! DON’T STOP, PLEASE DON’T
STOP! EAT MY CUNT, EAT ME ‘TIL I COME. I was so wild that I’m sure
the neighbors could probably hear what was going on but I really didn’t
care. All I wanted was her tongue and her fingers working deep inside
me, stirring my cunt to a fever pitch. I kept pushing myself down
harder and harder on her probing hand while she bunched her fingers
together and fucked me with them, pumping them in and out like a giant
cock.

Then the impossible happened: Ginger thrust hard at the same moment I
was rocking my pelvis onto her hand, and her entire fist slid into my
pussy, up to her wrist and beyond. I gasped, seeing what had happened,
feeling myself filled as I had never been filled before. I had heard
of fisting, but it had certainly never happened to me before. If I
thought of it at all, I simply thought of it as something that would
undoubtedly be painful beyond belief. For a few seconds I waited for
the pain to shatter my vagina, but there was no pain. I moved
experimentally, and Ginger began fist-fucking me, and then I really
went wild!

“Ginger, honey, your whole fist is inside my cunt,” I moaned.

“YES, YES, FUCK ME WITH IT. FIST-FUCK ME, AND LICK MY CLIT TOO!”
Ginger’s busy tongue was lapping my clit like crazy and I couldn’t get
enough. I must have come a dozen times while her little fist worked in
and out om my pussy. It went on so long that I barely had time to get
my bikini bottoms back on and catch my breath before Donnie came home.

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Administrator — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 20:18:19 +0000

Finally, you looked up at her imploring. With the softest of nods, she
gave to leave to do for her what she wished Your hands fumbled at the
clasps of her boots; she sat on the bed, and you pulled off one, then
the other. She removes her coat as you unbutton her vest, letting it
fall. You hands could not be kept still as you undid her belt, then
the buttons on her pants, pulling them off as well. She wore only a
pure white shirt and white silk shorts, but her bearing still made it
plain: I command, you serve. Finally, as she stood again, and you did
her shirt, following each stud with a kiss on her chest. Her taste was
indescribable: the perfume of a woman with the musky undertones of
man. Finally, the shirt fell away, and you licked and sucked on her
hard nipples topping her small, perfect breasts. You could feel her
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Administrator — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 12:25:12 +0000

After examining you for a long moment, she reached out to you, but with
her riding crop, not her hand. The touch of it on your cheek brought a
gasp from you, as the cold leather stroked your skin. The leather was
soft, smooth, more like a lover’s touch than hard hide, as she caressed
you. First the face, then the neck, along the line of your arms, then
down over the corset to your legs. First the calves, then the thighs,
then (to your agony and delight) to the space between your legs. With
a sure, steady hand, she stroked you there, as you writhed and squirmed
with delight and lust. Your could feel yourself running down the
insides of your thighs as she teased, prodded, and caressed you. Then,
with a swift motion, she pulled you to her, grasping the crop in both
hands, using it like a bar to pull your body to hers. Then, after a
deep, wet, searching kiss, she pushed you down to your knees before
her. You looked up at her, loving, adoring, asking with your eyes for
her to command you.

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Administrator — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 14:25:43 +0000

Swiftly, you are both through the door. A bedroom lay within, spare by
the late Victorian standards of the house: a four-poster bed, two
chairs, a shuttered window, a washstand and basin, a dresser. She
turned and regarded you, her eyes boring into you, stripping your soul
bare.

With trembling hands, you started to undress, although nothing was
spoken. Part of you wondered what in the world you had done, what were
you doing, why were you so willingly submitting to this strange woman.
But the desire within you overwhelmed any ability to think, to resist,
and your hands reached up the buttons on your blouse. One by one, they
were undone, until it fell in a pool to the ground. Then your skirt,
and petticoat, and the chemise, and you stand before her in your corset
and bloomers, your hands clasped behind you, your head bowed in
submission. Why am I standing this way? You stopped to think for a
moment, but another voice within you answered: Because this is the way
slaves stand for their master. The thought was shocking, what, I am
her slave? you though, but it was thrilling as well. Then, you
realized the truth: Yes, I am her slave, you thought, and the thought
made you happier than you knew you could be.

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Administrator — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:13:21 +0000

In your surprise, you could do nothing but open your lips to her. Your
mouths touched, and the touch was electric. Her tongue slid in without
resistance, meeting yours, probing, searching. Her body pressed
against yours, and through your dress and corset you could feel hers,
hard and trim. One arm was wrapped around your waist, the other
stroking your hair. You clutched at her back, devoid of thought,
writhing in her grasp. When she finally raised her head, your eyes
were closed, panting. No mere hint of arousal now: you could feel the
moisture between your legs, demanding, begging for more. After an
instant she retrieved her crop, and led you up the staircase. You
followed behind her by one pace, meek, afraid but far too lost in
desire to resist anything. Up the stairs, down a hall, through a door,
another hall, until you were lost in the maze-like mansion, until
finally you reach a door for which she produces a key. (Who is this
woman, you think, who has keys to a house she does not live in.)

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Administrator — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 18:33:30 +0000

Putting the crop aside, her right hand slid into place on your back as
your left hands clasped; the band begun as if cued. Across the wood
floor, no one else around, the band sounding muffled and distant, the
two of you glided in a waltz. Your eyes were held by hers; you could
barely breathe, overwhelmed by emotion. Your body felt weak, but her
hand made it impossible to fall. And you could feel yourself growing
aroused; your nipples were erect (from the cold of the window, you told
yourself), and you feel the undefined tingling between your legs of
impending excitement. The dance was over after what seemed like an instant; she spun you at
the finale, bowing deeply as she still held your left hand. Again,
your eyes met, and her face lost any expression. You stood, gasping
for breath, wondering what would happen. Then, without haste but with
terrible determination, she pulled you to her, her arms clasped around
you, and lowered her mouth to yours.

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Administrator — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 15:16:42 +0000

Just as you had regained your composure and was ready to return to the
party, you heard the sharp click of a heel coming down on the floor at
the doorway behind you. You turned, slowly, knowing that it couldn’t
be her, both hoping and fearing that it was. And, of course, it was:
she was wearing her hat and carrying her riding crop, dressed as if
ready to depart. She continued to walk up to you as you stood
motionless, your mouth dry and heart pounding so loud you were afraid
it might drowned out the band. She stopped her confident stride only
three feet from you, and then (with an ironic smile) doffed her hat in
a graceful bow.

One last dance? she asked, eyes smiling and deep, velvet over steel.

Yes, you said, so softly you were sure no one else could hear. But
from your body, your face, you knew what you were saying to her: Yes.
Please. Anything. I beg you.

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Administrator — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 15:49:43 +0000

And, again, she turned away, but this time with the most delicate and
private of smiles; a smile that was kind and cruel, loving and harsh
all at once. And you could bear it no longer; as swiftly as you could
you hastened out of the room, down the long carpeted hall, across the
cold wood floor of the study to the window, casting it open and deeply
drinking the night air, feeling tears of joy? shame? rage? well up on
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Administrator — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 14:17:03 +0000

Until, at the end of a particularly energetic polka, you dropped a ring
you had been adjusting on your hand. Dipping to pick it up, you stood
up straight only to find yourself staring into her eyes; through the
movement of the crowd, she had end up not two feet from where you had
stooped. The moment lasted an eternity. You drank in the sight of
her, the smell of her; her eyes had paralyzed you as if you were a deer
caught in a car’s headlights. Your mind was a blank; you wanted
nothing except to look at her, give yourself to her. You could feel
your knees grow weak. You wanted to throw yourself at her feet, beg
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Administrator — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 18:02:49 +0000

She was tall, at least six feet. She was dressed in black, in a
perfect coachman’s uniform. She wore tight pants fit into calf-high
boots, shiny and well-polished. Her vest, cut to give her a tight
V-figure, was closed with a double row of bright silver buttons.
Those, and her white cravat, were the only thing which were not black,
black to the point of absorbing the light around her. Her hands and
fingers were long and delicate as she casually tapped the palm of one
hand with a riding crop. Her features were strong, aristocratic, not
feminine except in their beauty. Her close-cropped hair was nearly
completely concealed by a coachman’s top hat. But her eyes drew you
most of all. Large, intense, as dark as her clothing, they held to the
promise of lust, passion, power and even cruelty

The band struck up a waltz on a slightly off note, shocking you back to
reality. You dimly were aware of your partner taking your hand and
leading you onto the dance floor, and the movement gradually brought
you to earth. Occasionally as the dance progressed, you would glimpse
her dancing with women (and always leading). But after every dance,
she was someplace else, asking someone else to dance; you could never
seem to get near to her. Finally, the impression of her first
appearance faded, and the evening continued.
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Administrator — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 15:43:37 +0000

The night air was pleasant, cool and slightly moist against your skin,
but it brought you no peace. As you leaned out over the balcony,
surveying the reflecting pools and gardens of the estate stretching out
into the moonlight, you tried to relax, enjoy the panorama, and ignore
the sound of the music, laughter, and dancing in the ballroom down the
hall from the study whose window you had flung open. Flung open at the
end of a mad flight from the ball, trying to escape that which you most
desired and, yet, by which you were most terrified.

The party had begun pleasantly enough. You had come unescorted,
determined you have a good time regardless of who had or had not come
with you. There were enough unattached men, or just outrageous flirts,
to more than fill a casual night. Perhaps you would meet someone
interesting, or particularly attractive, you had thought, but put the
subject from your mind: no expectations except for diversion.

Then, two hours or so after the first dancing had begun, she had
entered the room. It was between dances, and the crowd was busy with
angling through the floor, looking for someone to ask for the next
dance, or making themselves obvious to the person they wished would ask
them. When the dark figured had filled the doorway, many had turned to
look. Most had given a quick, appreciative glance, and then returned
to their partners. You had not; although you were across the room, you
stopped and stared as if turned to stone.

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“You want that repulsive thing sucked,” her sarcastic tone of hatred
was lost to Charlie, “either hook the stupid thing up to the vacuum cleaner or
put your own head between your legs and suck yourself off.”

Kathy departed the apartment without any further incident, Charlie’s
moans echoing through the house as he shot his wad onto his hairy stomach.

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It was going on seven that evening when Kathy put the remainder of her
meager possessions in the back of her car. She hadn’t given Charlie any
details other than it was over and she was leaving. Charlie had remained on
the bed, his nakedness now seeming to her to be that of a gnarled gargoyle in
some fairy tale. Charlie, good ole’ functionally illiterate Charlie, had
stayed as predictable as ever, all the way up to the end.

“Aw c’mon,” his bleating tone irritated Kathy even more, “just one more
blow job for the road.”

Kathy looked across the room to the grotesque gnome laying on the
wrinkled sheets. She never realized that she had such a capacity for being
repulsed, and Charlie was truly repulsive with his little pig sticker flailing
about between his fingers.

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Administrator — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 16:52:24 +0000

Their passions spent, they hugged each other convulsively, their kisses
still eager and hungry, their prowess like sexual athletes as they surrendered
themselves to one another atop the satin coverlet of the eiderdown bed sunk in
the floor of the master bedroom. A sudden release of abundant happiness
welled up in both their breasts as they kissed each other to sleep, Kathy’s
mind filled with the erotic images of the passionate love she’d just shared
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Administrator — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 17:36:34 +0000

Kathy’s fingers tangled themselves in the long strands covering
Stephanie’s head, her hands pulling Stephanie’s face into her, her hips
thrusting her flowing womanhood against Stephanie’s mouth, her knee working
Stephanie’s sopping mound until it exploded in a milky white flood that flowed
across her leg and puddled on the satin comforter. Stephanie’s release
holding her in the throes of Aphrodite, she dug her tongue deep into Kathy’s
overflowing goblet, her lips sucking at the overflow, her tongue capturing the
sweet fluids flowing from the depths of Kathy’s womanhood. Their individual
orgasms were multiple, their collective desires were mutually sated, their
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Administrator — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 13:39:55 +0000

Kathy’s sensual appetite seemed to exceed even that of Stephanie as she
drove her pelvis against Stephanie’s mouth, impaling the studded surface of
Stephanie’s tongue deep inside her exploding mound. Stephanie’s skill in
sensual games was no match for the torrent of emotions Kathy unleashed during
this, her first incursion into the world of Sapho love. Kathy had fallen
headlong into the sticky, tangled web of desire, and now she wanted her reward
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Administrator — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 15:26:24 +0000

Kathy’s body was an instrument to be played on, and Stephanie was the
senior maestro for the orchestra. Kathy’s night was filled with paradise as
Stephanie kissed her way down Kathy’s body, her lips nibbling at warm flesh,
her tongue darting and tasting the womanly sweetness seeping through the pores
of Kathy’s skin. Stephanie’s own lotions began to steam and boil inside her
as she moved her mouth on Kathy’s breasts, her lips sucking in the rigid
minarets of Kathy’s nipples, her tongue plying their firmness, her sucking a vane attempt to free them from the pale pink plains which housed them. She
rubbed her swollen clit against the firmness of Kathy’s knee as she worked her
mouth and tongue over the rich smoothness of Kathy’s stomach, her tongue
playing in the little hole in the center of Kathy’s body, her lips sucking in
the pliable flesh of Kathy’s upper abdomen. She trapped Kathy’s leg against
her pulsing womanhood as her face moved into the musky warmth anxiously
awaiting her between Kathy’s legs.

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Administrator — Tue, 20 May 2008 13:55:04 +0000

Kathy’s face flushed as Stephanie moved her slick hands up over her
stomach, her fingers grabbing little tufts of skin and sending waves of
euphoria cascading the length of Kathy’s body. Stephanie’s was a softness
that bespoke another kind of woman altogether, a woman Kathy had never known
existed.

Kathy was overwhelmed by affection as Stephanie ran her oiled hands over
the firm mounds of her breasts. Her breathing became erratic as Stephanie
trapped each of her nipples between her fingers, her tugging and pulling on
the rigid teats filling Kathy with a momentary dizziness as she released yet
another cascade of syrupy lotion into the straw covered field between her
legs. Kathy opened her eyes, her stare that of unashamed affection for
Stephanie.

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Administrator — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 06:07:05 +0000

Once more Stephanie warmed the aromatic oil in her hands, her palms
dancing along the silky smoothness of Kathy’s exposed calves, her fingers
digging into the supple flesh of Kathy’s thighs, her fingernails repositioned
so as not to poke into the silky flesh her fingers were manipulating. Her
thumbs worked into the crease where Kathy’s legs joined her crotch, their
circular rhythm making Kathy’s hungry cavern yearn for their touch. Careful-
ly, she massaged the expanse of smooth flesh surrounding Kathy’s underbrush, a
finger occasionally trailing into its downy softness and testing the smooth-
ness of Kathy’s pouting, outer lips. She warmed yet another teaspoon of oil
in her palms, her hands massaging the soothing ointment into the thicket
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“Ummmmm!” Stephanie’s low growl interrupted the scene playing itself
out in Kathy’s mind.

“Why don’t you roll over and let me loosen up your front side too.”

Stephanie had sat back on her haunches, her repositioning allowing Kathy
to roll over without kicking her. Kathy complied with her request tranquilly,
her legs parting as she rolled over, her thighs brushing against Stephanie’s
knees as she repositioned herself on the downy softness of the bed. She
opened her eyes and gazed at her image in the mirror embedded in the ceiling.

Kathy saw her breasts as Stephanie was seeing them, flattened mounds
atop her chest, their tips reaching upward in hopes of being tenderly manipu-
lated and satisfied. She saw how her stomach flattened out when she lay on
her back, the bothersome little paunch now hidden down inside her. She
marvelled at the way her hair cascaded atop the pillow, her ears revealed for
anyone who wanted to suck and nibble on them. She gained a new perspective on
her own womanhood as her eyes beheld the straw covered thatch between her
legs, the little coverlet glistening in the dim light with the minuscule
droplets which had seeped into her little forest. For the first time in
years, Kathy felt good with herself. She felt like she was a prize worthy of
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Kathy’s pulsing nipples lanced into the satiny smoothness as the
comforter as Stephanie’s hands moved to the tender flesh of her lower back,
another offering of aromatic oil having first been warmed between her palms.
Kathy’s body luxuriated in the sensuous rapture of Stephanie’s hands, her
spine transmitting wonderful signals to her brain every time Stephanie covered
the plain of her backside with her back and forth movements.

Then, Stephanie’s talented workers were administering to the pliable
flesh of Kathy’s shoulders, her fingernails occasionally cresting the collar
bones and searching for the upper slopes of Kathy’s hidden breasts. Kathy
felt the shifting movement atop the eiderdown mattress, the pressure increas-
ing on her shoulders, the first drops of her womanly release ebbing within her
as Stephanie ran her tongue along the outer fold of the crevice marking the
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“Why don’t you get comfortable on your stomach down there while I get
some soothing oil to relax you with?” Stephanie’s words were an adoring
whisper in Kathy’s ear.

Kathy lowered herself onto the eiderdown mattress, her body burying
itself in the welcoming softness, her flesh alive with the feeling of the
satin bedspread against her, her mind surrendering itself to the reality her
body was living, her thoughts fleetingly touching on how it might feel to have
another woman make love with her.

She had gone too far now, she couldn’t turn back. She didn’t want to
turn back. Stephanie had already filled her with a warmth that had been too
long forgotten in her life. She sighed audibly when Stephanie joined her on
the satin coverlet, her thighs parting in total submission as Stephanie got on
her knees behind her.

Stephanie warmed the aromatic oil in the palms of her hands before
beginning her ministrations at the back of Kathy’s ankles. Her smooth hands
ran up and down the backs of Kathy’s legs, her long slender fingers kneading
the tight muscles trapped beneath the pale white skin. Each hand, five
fingers, rubbed and communed on each of Kathy’s legs until her muscles
loosened to the consistency of warm putty. Kathy’s brain seemed to be
floating out in the ozone as Stephanie’s practiced fingers worked the flesh of
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Stephanie’s hands played along Kathy’s sides as Kathy inventoried the
dusty rose hue of the master suite. The king-sized, eiderdown mattress set in
the floor in the center of the room instantly caught her eye. Early morning
sunlight filtered through foggy clerestory windows, illuminating the massive
fireplace on the far wall, it’s hearth an exquisite mural of handmade tiles.
The ebony, satin comforter covering the sunken bed shimmered in the dim glow
of the cafe lights embedded in the ceiling, the reflection of their beams
clearly visible in the mirrored tiles framed into the ceiling over the satiny
coverlet.

Stephanie’s urgings were respectful as she propelled Kathy across the
soft depth of the rose carpet, her hands carefully holding Kathy’s hips as
though they were fragile eggs about to hatch. Reaching the wood inlay on the
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“My God, Steph!” Kathy’s words exploded from her mouth as she pulled
her face away from Stephanie’s searching tongue.

“I never thought you were…..” her words were stopped by the gentle
pressure of Stephanie’s finger against her lips.

“Shhhhh!” Stephanie’s rejoinder was a bare whisper in the night.

“Let me be the one to help you get what you’ve been without for far too
long.”

Kathy’s eyes clouded over like a pair of milk-blue marbles as
Stephanie’s lips once more found hers. Her mind surrendered her body to the
loving embrace. Her tongue returned the prodding advances of Stephanie’s.

She stood on her tiptoes as Stephanie’s hands cupped her firm buttocks,
her nipples brushing against Stephanie’s firm points, her pelvis rubbing
against the downy softness between Stephanie’s legs. Their embrace lasted a
full two minutes, until Stephanie released Kathy from her questing hands and
yearning mouth.

Lovingly, Stephanie led Kathy back across the porch and through the
double doors to the living room. Kathy felt her womanhood throbbing with
wanton anticipation as Stephanie led her through the French doors on the
opposite side of the living room. Her breath caught in her throat when she
entered the room Stephanie had guided her to.

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The moon yawned apathetically then disappeared behind a cloud as Kathy
pulled her T-shirt up over her head, her firm breasts bouncing against her
chest as she released them to the cool early morning air. She felt her
nipples harden in the breeze as she worked her shorts, panty hose, and
underpants down over her thighs and calves. Her curly pubes danced in the
breeze as she crossed the porch to the hot tub, her mind exploding with
questions about her unprecedented behavior. Then, her thoughts became
quiescent as she lowered herself into the steaming water, her thigh brushing
against Stephanie’s outstretched hand as she gave herself over to the soothing
warmth of the bubbling liquid. The moon sparkled like a shimmering silver-
dollar in a spotlight as Kathy and Stephanie exchanged reassuring smiles
through the steamy mist floating above their luxurious pool.

They spent the next half hour basking in the hot tub, sipping Brandy,
and talking about the myriad of customers from the bar. Kathy wasn’t con-
sciously aware that Stephanie kept moving closer and closer to her until she
felt the slender, long-nailed fingers gently massaging the taut flesh of her
shoulders. Kathy flinched involuntarily. No woman, nor man for that matter,
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Holding the snifter in her hand, Kathy walked over to the folding doors
at the back of the living room. Opening one of the panels inward, she saw
that the doors gave way to a wrought iron balcony overlooking a splendid
gazebo. She was just about to walk over to the wood covered enclosure of the
spa overlooking the oriental landscape of the backyard when Stephanie came up
behind her.

“Beautiful sight, under a full moon, at four in the morning; isn’t it?”

“Beautiful,” Kathy’s voice was a croak in her throat, “doesn’t do this
near the justice it deserves.”

“And what’s really relaxing,” Stephanie continued, “is a luscious soak
in the hot tub over there.”

“Yeah,” Kathy replied innocently, “if I’d known I was going to be
exposed to all this tonight, I would have put my swim suit in the car before I
went to work.”

“Swim suits be damned!”

Stephanie’s words echoed in Kathy’s ear as she stepped out from behind
her. Her nakedness took Kathy by surprise, her body an elegant picture that
should have been on the front of a magazine.

Stephanie’s body, Kathy quickly noted, revealed that she spent many
hours under the sun without a stitch of clothing on. There wasn’t a cen-
timeter of pale flesh peaking through the richly bronzed tan which covered
every inch of her smooth flesh. Even her pink nipples had been turned crimson
by the ultra-violet rays of daylight, the areolae providing a reddish-brown
platform for their rich fullness. The richness of Stephanie’s tan was
quaintly offset by the manicured thicket of strawberry hair between her legs,
its hue slightly paler than the windswept mane atop her head.

“Come on, strip out of that horribly confining clothing and join me in
the hot tub.”

Stephanie’s words were thrown over her shoulder as she padded across the
porch and immersed herself in the bubbling warmth filling the tub set flush in
the porch flooring.

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The foil wallpaper covering the foyer seemed to expand the already grand
expanse of space in the entryway. Kathy saw the elegant spiral stairway
leading to the second floor, the high-ceilinged hallway leading to the sunken
living room causing her to exhale in awe. Stephanie guided her down the
hallway, through the immaculate living room, and over to the wet bar separat-
ing the delicate peach patterned walls of the living room from the bright
yellow kitchen. Following Stephanie’s advice, Kathy kicked off her high-
heeled shoes, her feet instantly surrounded by the plush fibers of the deep
carpet beneath her.

Stephanie poured Brandy into snifters for both of them, raised her glass
in salute, and sipped the warm liquid into her throat. Kathy was awe struck
as she returned the salutation and tasted the soothing warmth of the decanted
liquor. Stephanie gave Kathy a quick kiss on the lips, crossed the vast
expanse of the living room, and disappeared through a set of French doors on
the other side of the room. It took Kathy a moment or two before she realized
that Stephanie had never done that to her before.
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Administrator — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 14:52:47 +0000

The street lamps lifted their feeble lights toward the sky as Stephanie
and Kathy each drove through the neighborhood where Stephanie lived. The
houses, Kathy noted mentally, were either identical twins or mirror images of
one another. Looking down the street, Kathy saw a lighted window gleaming in
the darkness. She followed Stephanie into the driveway of the neat, two-story
house, yellow chrysanthemums surrounding it as high as the windows.
Stephanie’s was a prosperous-looking abode.

Placing her arm around Kathy’s waist, her hand just below the firm mound
of Kathy’s breast, Stephanie carefully guided her up the flagstone walkway to
the oaken double doors of the entryway. Kathy didn’t seem to notice when
Stephanie’s hand ran itself across her breast as she moved to pull the door
key from her purse, her mind was preoccupied with the opulence she speculated
she would find beyond the door.

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The full moon, and the recent articles in the newspapers about the
police cracking down on drunk drivers were sufficient catalysts to keep a
majority of the bar’s regular customers at home that night. Even George, the
owner of the bar, had left shortly after the bar officially opened. Thus,
Kathy and Stephanie worked one of the easiest Saturday nights in a long time.
At two the next morning they shooed the last customer out the front door, and
by three they had all their after work duties taken care of.

“How’d you like to come over to my place for some breakfast?”

Stephanie’s question caught Kathy totally by surprise. Stephanie was
indeed a close friend and a companionable co-worker, but she’d never invited
Kathy to go anywhere with her after work. Kathy accepted the invitation with
a smile and a cheerful little wriggle of her shoulders. Both women had a
spring to their stride as they locked the bar and walked to their cars,
Stephanie offering to let Kathy ride with her, but Kathy opting to follow her to her house instead.
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Administrator — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 15:35:02 +0000

Kathy stepped out of the shower, her straw colored pubic hair matted
between her legs by the water streaming down across her stomach, little
droplets forming on the pale, pink tips of her breasts before they fell to the
floor, her dainty hands removing the plastic cap which protected her frosted
hair from the moisture in the shower stall. Looking at herself in the full
length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, she felt a brief, vicious
satisfaction with the sight of her naked body reflected in the glass. The
slight paunch of her belly was normal for a woman of 38, her milky-white
breasts still firm mounds, the muscles in her thighs tight from her daily
jogging exercises, her buttocks a smooth plain of taut flesh below her spine.

As she applied makeup to her face, she thought back to the sex she’d
just had with Charlie. Charlie wasn’t the greatest lover in the world, his
idea of erotic enticement being her sucking him until he was just about ready
to come, and then quickly driving his poker in and out of her until he reached
his orgasm. Of course, she’d fake her orgasms so he’d think he’d really
turned her on, but in reality, she wished he’d take the time to get her
excited first too. She’d tried to talk with him about that a few times, but
each time he’d just gotten mad and told her that if he wasn’t enough of a man,
she should try and find someone who was; provided they’d be willing to pay the
bills and help her manage the money she made working as a bartender. Charlie
may not have been the greatest, but she had known far worse men in her
lifetime.

Charlie was laying on his back on the queen-sized bed when Kathy
strolled into the bedroom, her nakedness causing him to grab his limp pecker
and shake it in her direction.

“How’d you like to clean this off for me with your freshly rubied lips?”
There was a subtle mocking inflection in his voice.

“You know I have to open the bar at 6, Charlie.” Kathy replied, giving
Charlie a look that should have been in a scabbard.

“Well shit, it wasn’t that good of a fuck this afternoon anyway!”

Charlie’s words caused Kathy to look as though a glob of Jello had just
fallen off her spoon and down her cleavage. She turned to the closet and
reached for the hanger containing her shorts and tank-top, there was no mercy
in her face. Turning, she gave Charlie a slightly deprecating smile as she
carried her clothes back into the bathroom.

Charlie had stayed on the bed fondling himself while she dressed in the
bathroom. Noting that she had forgotten to get her bra while she was in the
bedroom, she decided to go braless that night, rather than going back and
enduring anymore of Charlie’s barbs. Kathy departed the apartment without any
further incidents, Charlie’s moans echoing through the house as he shot his
wad onto his hairy stomach.

“Oh my, you look good enough to eat.” Stephanie’s voice boomed across
the empty room as Kathy crossed from the entryway to the main bar along the
far wall.

Kathy looked at her co-worker and friend enviously. She had always been
in awe of Stephanie’s five-foot-ten height and long slender legs. She
marvelled at the deep bronze of Stephanie’s tan, even though Stephanie’s
flaming red hair was indicative of a paler complexion. Coming around behind
the bar, Kathy quickly noted the huge spikes poking through the loose mesh of
the flimsy pullover covering Stephanie’s chest; the crimson red nipples simple
evidence that Stephanie wasn’t wearing a bra that evening either. Stephanie
gave Kathy’s buttocks a seductive pat as she bent over to put her purse on the
shelf under the cash register, the gesture typical of her unusual personality.

“You don’t exactly look like fast food yourself.” Kathy’s words were
spoken in tones hoarse and strained with pain.

“Bullshit from Charlie again?” Stephanie asked, her voice making a
guttural sound.

Kathy had to fight to keep her voice steady as she gave Stephanie an
edited rendition of the half hour she’d spent with Charlie, before she had to
get ready for work. Stephanie oozed conciliation as she tried to help Kathy
clear her muddled thoughts, her ideas regarding Charlie spoken in sarcastic,
biting tones. Eventually Stephanie poured them both short drinks, and both
women stood behind the bar ruminating over how nice it would be if Charlie met
with a variety of terminal disasters. Stephanie spoke a trifle petulantly as
she tried to close the conversation on a happy note, her words a promise to
Kathy that there was always hope for a happier ending to the evening tonight.

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Administrator — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 17:08:17 +0000

Five years ago, I was carrying my groceries to the car in the parkinglot when
I crashed into another woman loaded down with the same. We both started to
apologize, then shrieked with delight and embraced.

Connie had been my best friend. We grew up together and had known each other
for nearly twenty years, even though we’d sort of lost touch a couple of years
back. We went to high school together and even lost our cherries to the same
guy! Boy, those were the days.

She and her husband had moved just a few blocks from where my husband, Eddie,
and I lived, so I followed her back to their place. She got out a bottle of
Harvey’s Bristol Cream to celebrate, and soon we were sitting on the settee,
drinking and giggling, carrying on just like it used to be.

Suddenly, Connie leaned forward and asked, “Is Eddie any good, you know, in
bed? I mean, do you have an orgasm when you fuck?”

It wasn’t like Connie to be so bold, but I answered her anyway.”Sure,” I said,
“most times. How about you and Frank?”

“Oh,” gushed Connie, “Frank is a
sex maniac and wants it all the time. “She giggled. “Do you want to know
what he does?”

“Sure.”

“He does this,” she continued and put her hand to my lap, pressing into my
pubes. I felt her finger rubbling my slit through my skirt and both of us
burst out laughing. She continued her demonstration of Frank’s tactics by
squeezing my now swelling pussy lips.

I didn’t protest and asked, “Does it always feel this good when he does it to
you?”

“Oh, yes,” she responded, “He always does it to me in public knowing quite
well the kick I get out of it.”

“It sure feels nice when you do it to me.”

“Does it?” she asked, her hand under my skirt now and creeping up my thighs
reaching for my panties.

I felt tremors rolling up from my pussy, “What are you doing?” I asked huskily.

“Do you mind?”

I opened my legs wider in response and felt her finger creep under the elastic
band on my panties. She probed about carefully at first, getting the lay of
my moist cunt, and then she stuffed her fingers deep in my wet hole.

She kept fingering me until our lips met across one another’s and we fell into
a hot embrace on the couch. I never felt so inflamed and hot before and
suddenly I wanted to eat her!

Pushing her back and pulling her legs wide apart, I began to feed hungrily at
her pink gash. I’d never eaten pussy before, but I loved it, especially the
way her excitement drooled out to cover my nose. Her clit was marvelously
meaty and I chewed it gently between my teeth all the while fingering her
juicing hole.

Connie arched to allow me better access to her throbbing cunt and I lunged
into it licking, chewing and sucking like I’d never be satisfied. I didn’t
know it could be this pleasurable, the taste and feel of another woman’s body,
so I sucked her harder and harder, finally bringing that pussy off to a creamy
climax.

In the hours that followed, Connie made love to me and showed me another
whole side of my sexual self. No longer would I be strictly a man’s woman,
I remember thinking to myself, and that’s how it is to this day.

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Administrator — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 12:15:44 +0000

My name is Lisa. I am an investment banker with a large firm in
Chicago. Recently, my employer sent me on a vacation trip to
Jamaica. I needed some time to unwind, and boy did I ever.
I arrived on the island in the afternoon and decided to take a
walk on the beach.

The breeze was warm against my face, the sand felt like baby
powder between my toes and the water was clear blue as far as my
eyes could see. Down the beach l noticed a black Labrador chasing
a Frisbee, The dog would retrieve the Frisbee and bring it back
to a black woman. I kept walking down the beach, and l found the
Frisbee at my feet. I bent down to pick it up and throw it back,
but the woman was already in front of me.
With a heavy Jamaican accent, she said, “Hello.” I said, “Hi,
here is your Frisbee. God, that is one beautiful dog.”

She said, “Thank you. His name is Sidney and mine is Jasmine, What is
yours?”

“My name is Lisa. I’m here on vacation. Are you?”

She replied, “No, I live here, just down the beach,” Jasmine and
l talked for a while, finding we had a lot in common. Jasmine was
five foot eight with a nice body. She had curves that l don’t
have and her neon-green, one-piece bathing suit flattered her
striking green eyes. She was beautiful, but there was something
more about her. I sensed something in the way she kept looking at
me.

I asked, “What’s exciting to do here?” “There are parties
everywhere all the time. In fact, there is a huge one tonight.
Do you want to go?”

I said, “Well, l’m going to get something to eat and then go to my
room.”

“You are on vacation and you are going to your room after dinner?”
she said. “lt’s Jamaica, mon! Let’s party!’

“Well, okay,” l excitedly replied. “I will get a bite to eat and meet
you…where?”

Jasmine told me to meet her at her house. She said she lived in the blue
villa down the beach with the pool in front. Then she and Sidney ran off.
I walked back to the hotel to get some food and put some party clothes on.
About an hour later l started my walk down the beach to her
house, passing a lot of beach parties along the way. The beach
and water were lit up by the lights from the various hotels,
villas and condos. I finally found Jasmine’s so-called villa; it
was more like a mansion. The place was huge and sprawling, like
a Mexican hacienda. I yelled up to the house, “Jasmine?” Sidney
came running to greet me and l heard Jasmine yell, “Come on, what
do you want to drink?”

I walked inside ever so slowly so l could absorb the warmth and
beauty of Jasmine’s home, Then she came out. Her hair was down
around her shoulders and she was wearing a tight green and black
striped jumpsuit. Her gold jewelry made her hair and skin glow,
and when she smiled, her pearly whites just glistened. Jasmine
was stirring feelings inside me that l didn’t know I had. She
asked, “Would you like sex on the beach?” Feeling a little giddy
from the champagne l’d drunk at dinner, I replied, “Sure, who
with?” She looked at me with a smile, but l didn’t catch on until
later what that smile meant. We drank our drinks and we were off
to the party at a club nearby.

The music was calypso and reggae. It was great, but with one
catch. It seemed to be a gay bar, and Jasmine was obviously well
known there. I had always fantasized and wondered about what it
would be like to be with a woman. Was this my chance? I sat and
watched handsome women dancing with women, and beautiful men
dancing with men, some of them even fondling each other on the
things. A slow song came on after my second beer, and Jasmine
asked me to dance, so l obliged, As we moved to the dance floor,
she said, “I am sorry for not telling you what kind of club this
is, but l really wanted to show you a good time and this is the
place.” She pulled me close, and every inch of her was touching
me. She was a great dancer. Jasmine’s breath on my cheek was
making my heart beat so loud l could hear it. I felt so
comfortable in this bar, not having to worry about men hitting on
me with stupid lines.

Jasmine asked, “Are you having fun?” I said that I was, Her hands
moved on my back and the top of my butt. I could feel the wetness
between my legs. The music stopped and we sat down for another
drink. I was well on my way to getting drunk and Jasmine was
slamming them down too, when her hand slipped down to my leg and
l returned the favor with a smile.

Jasmine leaned over to whisper in my ear, asking, “Do you want to
leave?” I said, “Sure.” We both grabbed one for the road and
hopped into her car.

When we arrived at her home, Jasmine asked me if I wanted to walk
on the beach. “Yes, we can watch the sunrise,” l said, The beach
was vacant at four in the morning, and l was getting a little
dizzy. Jasmine and l sat down under the dock and watched the
lighthouse signal the ships. She asked me if l had ever been with
a woman. I told her, “No, but I always wondered what it would be
like.” She told me that l was different from other women she had
known because she felt comfortable with me, as if we had known
each other for years. With that, she pulled me close and kissed
me deeply.

Jasmine’s tongue swirled inside my mouth. It was so much more
passionate than a man’s kiss. But then she pushed me away and
flippantly asked, “How about some sex on the beach?” I laughed
know what makes you feel good, Therefore, it makes me feel good
also,” Jasmine gently pushed me back on the cool sand and kissed
me like l had never been kissed before.

She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and eased her warm hand inside,
cupping my breast, I thought l was going to explode. When
Jasmine’s finger traced my erect nipple, it felt like it was
going to pop out of my bra. Then she eased off my shirt and bra.
She moved ever so slowly, not missing an inch nibbling, sucking
and flick-ing my nipple with her tongue. I wanted her so bad. My
body and pussy was aching for her touch.

Jasmine unbuttoned my shorts and teased me by grazing my hair
line. I arched for her every touch as her finger lightly traced
my belly button and moved down to my pubic hair. Jasmine kissed
was with a woman, and she was actually making me feel like I
could come in an instant, She took off my shorts and her hand
caressed my inner thighs, then up to my dripping pussy. She mas-
like a volcano was going to erupt inside me.

Jasmine finally slid two fingers into my wet muff, but teased my
hole by poking her fingers in and out-not too far, just a little
bit to make me jump and moan.

Her fingers then concentrated on my clit, moving it in circles
to make me dance. She whispered, “You make me so horny.” I was
so into it I couldn’t answer her. Then she whispered, “I want to
taste you.” She raised her fingers to her mouth and licked them
with the tip of her tongue, My clit was throbbing! l pleaded,
“Please Jasmine, eat my pussy please!” She smiled and moved down
to my knees, licking and kissing her way up. Jasmine thrust her
fingers in me and told me to taste myself. I sucked her fingers
till the come was gone; l then put her fingers on my clit and
moved them in circles as she moaned. She spread my pussy lips
apart and blew cool air on my clit. Finally she lowered her head
and my hips arched to her touch. Oh, when the tip of her tongue
touched my hot, plump clit, I couldn’t take it! She sucked and
pulled it till l screamed with ecstasy and came and came until l
didn’t think I would stop.

Jasmine didn’t stop. She was poking in and out my hole with her
tongue, she was fucking me with her tongue, so in turn l fucked
her face, She played with herself while l came, and that excited
me more. I said, “Let me do you.” She flipped around and her wet
pussy was in my face. As she lowered herself on my face, I stuck
my tongue in her hole and she bucked up and down. I finally took
her clit in my mouth and sucked on it like I was giving head,
until I heard her yell, “I’m coming!” Jasmine shivered like she
was ready to bust. Then she came like a river all over my face.
She rolled off me and I held her for a moment, She looked up and
said, “I think I love you.” I didn’t know what to say. Everything
was so perfect with us. Jasmine asked, “Do you want to go back
to my villa so we can finish this and start another?” Needless to
say, I agreed. I had the best time that morning, watching the
sunrise from her bed, I woke up in her arms every day for the
rest of the week. I’m back home now, but l will be moving to
Jamaica soon to be with Jasmine.

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Administrator — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 12:10:31 +0000

Carol and I had decided after our
latest lovemaking session to visit the local pubs and try out a man,
just for a change of pace. We didn’t want to stay too close to home, so
we headed down to Portland. There are dozens of bars and ‘wild and
crazy guys’ in every one.

Our first stop was a drug store to pick up some condoms. Naturally, I
don’t normally use them, except on special occasions as a cover for my
dildoes, but I was astounded at the plethora of colors and shapes. We
decided on some ribbed Excitas and bought three from a somewhat frumpy
older lady. It was obviously distasteful for her to have to sell them.
We just giggled and enjoyed her embarrassment.

The first bar we entered was pathetically barren. One of the
disadvantages in visiting away from home is not knowing where the ‘hot’
spots are. After a couple more failures, we finally found a bar we
jokingly referred to as Men ‘R’ Us, because of the number of men, elbow
to elbow. At first, we thought that we were in a gay mens’ bar, but it
only took about three minutes for the lines to start.

Since I realized my preference for women, I have slept with three men,
but they were already acquaintences, so it had been a long time since I
had heard the openers men use. I had to rely on Carol to let me know
which lines were original. At least there were a few gentlemen in the
bar, so before we could order, we had drinks delivered from ‘the guy
with the lousy rug’. We spent the next hour drinking, dancing and
deciding which of the hunks would take us home. We had already decided
that whoever we selected, it would have to be a pair and they would
have to be willing to follow us up to the mountains. We finally found a
couple of roommates {Burt and Ernie, believe it or not} and gave them
directions to my house. By the time we reached the house, it was nearly
eleven p. m.

I fixed drinks for all and Burt, a loan officer at one of the banks,
produced some coke and pot. I declined because I don’t like coke and am
fearful of smoking in front of strangers. Neither Ernie nor Carol were
as hesitant and it wasn’t long until the three of them had white powder
all over their faces. I had to laugh when it struck me that if the
police should knock on the door, I would tell them that we had all had
a powdered doughnut fit.

After a little while, the drugs and alcohol took affect and the talk
turned to how a couple of foxes could survive in the wilds without men.
Carol and I giggled as we traded knowing glances about our customary
sexual practices, but neither of us said anything. Finally, Burt
suggested that should we decide to get intimate, there was no time like
the present.

Ernie and Carol had already decided upon the fur blankets on the living
room floor, leaving Burt and I to my play room. I have never figured
out why, but I can’t fuck a man in my own bed. {Women, yes, but men,
no.} In any case, he was impressed by the array of erotica I had set
out before leaving. I carefully placed the condom on the vanity next to
the bed and made sure that Burt knew that he would be using it. Oddly
enough, not only did he not protest, a surprise, but he produced some
Saran Wrap. I asked him what it was for and he informed me that because
of the sexually transmitted diseases around, it was the only safe way
to perform cunnilingus. His delicacy in speech impressed me.

In a matter of seconds, we were kissing. His hands started on my back,
covertly checking for the non-existant bra, and then slid down to my
ass. It was nice to have someone else take the dominant role in sex and
I enjoyed his gentle kisses on my neck and down to my tits. I could
feel his tongue through my blouse and couldn’t wait for him to undress
me. After pulling of my blouse and commenting on how firm and yet
tender my boobs were, he unzipped my jeans. {Flattery will get you
everywhere!} He started to massage my thighs and slowly moved his
fingers up to my crotch, while continuing to tongue my nipples, neck
and ears. I whispered to hime that I was clean shaven, so he wouldn’t
be too surprised and I could tell by the increased speed of his tongue
that he had no objections.

As his hands hooked the sides of my underpants {French cut}, his head
and tongue moved lower. Even on my back, I could smell my juices that
he had started by his kissing. After removing my panties, he stood and
undressed. At first I was startled by the size of his cock, but quickly
realized that it wasn’t much larger than my favorite toy. I reached
over and started to caress his balls and prick, although it really
didn’t need much help in staying hard.

He asked for a pillow and put it under my ass. Next Burt unfolded the
plastic wrap and placed it over my pussy. After he started licking my
clit, I understood the prior reluctance men had expressed about wearing
condoms. It felt good enough, since I came a couple of times, but it
just wasn’t as thrilling as when Carol licks me. All the time he licked
my cunt, he massaged my tits with his free hand. After I came for the
fourth of fifth time, he slid his hand under my ass and asked if I
minded some anal action. Not only didn’t I object, but I told him where
I keep my lubricant. His finger was gentler than his tongue, but it was
certainly thicker and I squirmed after he inserted it as far as
possible. He started pushing his finger in and out until I could only
see a blur. I bounced on the bed as I came again and actually felt my
juices sticking to the saran wrap.

He moved beside me and again started kissing me on the lips. It was my
turn now, and I wanted to show him my appreciation for his expert
lovemaking, so I put the condom over the head of his cock and took most
of it into my mouth. I kept gently stroking his balls as I moved my
head up and down. I even used the ‘butterfly’ lick on him, which I
usually reserve for my women friends. I was surprised when he began to
moan and talk dirty to encourage me because most of the men I have
known were silent. I put some lubricant on my finger and stopped
sucking long enough to ask Burt if I could return his earlier favor. He
turned slightly on his side to allow me access. I had originally
intended to ‘beat’ him off while fingering his ass, but suddenly
decided that I had other plans. I rolled him onto his side and began to
massage his balls and cock from under his legs. I admit I was a little
surprised at how clean his ass was and before I could stop myself
started to lick it. The stiffening of his cock let me know that he was
enjoying it, so I licked harder. It was hard to keep from fingering
myself, but maybe later.

I rolled him fully onto his back and straddled his cock. As I slid
down, I couldn’t help but whimper at the warmth and hardness that his
cock provided. At first, I slowly slid up and down, but as he kneaded
my breasts and fingered the nipples, I went faster and faster. As is
customary, he came before I had hoped, but he didn’t seem at all
disappointed and thanked me profusely. It is kind of strange to feel
the come pushing against the condom without it going further. I
suggested that if he would like, we could take a little breather and go
for another round. This idea made him smile and he reached for his
pants and produced a mammoth joint. Since he had just finished eating
my pussy with gusto and letting me fuck him, I was convinced that he
wasn’t a narc, so I joined him. It wasn’t long before the dope took
affect and my clit started tingling. We talked about some of our
fantasies and other idle sex talk when he started to cry. I nearly
cried myself when he told me that I had given him such as sucking and
fucking, as well as the coke and pot, he wasn’t sure if he could get it
up again.

I told him that I could certainly solve that as he had mentioned one of
his fetishes being female masturbation. I went to the case and brought
back my dildoes and asked him to choose the one he liked best. He
selected one of the smaller vibrators and I checked the batteries. I
set the fuck machine on the bed and started fingering my nipples until
they were hard. As I moved one hand down to my bald pussy, I told him
of the many times I had come to my room to use that particular vibrator
and how many times the humming and thrusting had made me come. I guess
that the drugs and his tongue had gotten me in a mood to be somewhat
slutty and certainly brought out the exhibitionist in me. As I stroked
my clit, I told him of how I enjoyed making myself wet and rubbing my
love juice all over my tits. I inserted a finger into my twat and
started fucking myself. I moved my other hand from my tits to the
vibrator and switched it on. Although it never touched him, the
buzzing made his dick start to stand up. When I rubbed it against my
clit, I nearly came and shivered from the vibrations. When I pushed it
in to the end, his cock became erect. I sat down in such a way that
the pseudo-cock stayed in, buzzing away, but both of my hands were
free. Unfortunately, another fuck was out of the question, because I
didn’t bring another rubber up with us, so I began to stroke his cock.
I suggested he lift his legs for a little surprise and I grabbed one of
the smaller vibrators and lubricated it. As gently as possible, I
stuck it into Burt’s ass and again grabbed his prick. It was difficult
to concentrate with my pussy buzzing away, but I managed to switch his
unit on and began to play with him in earnest. He definitely liked the
feeling and began to moan again. It took a few more strokes, but just
as I shuddered from another great orgasm, he shot his sperm into the
air. I kept stroking him until there wasn’t a drop left.

After, while we lie catching our breath, we began to wonder how Carol
and Ernie were doing, but didn’t really care that much. After mumbling
something about work in the morning, Burt got dressed. It was hard to
tell him that this had been a one night stand, especially since I
enjoyed it, but I wasn’t ready to give up on women. He didn’t seem too
upset about it and I promised that should I go to the big city again, I
would certainly give him a call.

When we got downstairs, Ernie and Carol were dressed and doing some
more coke. When Ernie saw Burt, he knew it was time to go, so he and
Carol exchanged numbers {she goes to school a few miles from Portland}
and they left. Carol and I went straight to the shower and cleaned up
without much conversation, but promised to give each other a blow by
blow in the morning. As Carol and I snuggled into my bed, I wondered
if I would ever find a man as gentle as Burt again. I did know that I
wouldn’t look for one.

In the morning, I overslept and when I awoke I found note from Carol
saying that she didn’t want to disturb the ’sleeping beauty’. She can
be such a romantic at times. In any case, we enjoyed our night out
with the boys, but decided to get together real soon and see if we were
still as interested in each other as always, but that’s another story.

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Now Amy gently removed Carol’s shirt and told her how beautiful
she was and how the guys must love to fondle and suck her
breasts. She told Carol to close her eyes. Amy lowered her head
to her neck and began kissing her. She soon moved down to Carol’s
huge breasts and started to lick the underside of each one.
Carol’s nipples really grew. They looked like huge acorns. Amy
now began sucking them. Carol had not said a word. As her sucking
became more intense, I saw her slide her right hand into Carol’s
panties. At first lightly and then harder, she rubbed Carol’s
clitoris in a circular motion, every once in while sliding a
finger into her pussy. I found myself becoming quite aroused and
puzzled. I walked back outside and decided to make a loud
entrance so the girls would hear me coming into the house.

I waited about five minutes after making lots of noise with my
car. When I came in the door I was greeted by a “Hi,Mom” from
downstairs. I slowly walked down the stairs and smelled the aroma
that only a woman can make when she is excited. I told the girls
that I had had a headache and decided to come home. Amy asked if
I’d mind giving her a lift back to the dorm and I said I wouldn’t
mind at all.

We left Suzanne and Carol and got into the car. I asked Amy if
she had any other plans for the evening, when she suddenly
started to cry. I asked her what was the matter and she said that
she never had any plans or dates. Amy was the most beautiful
young girl I had ever seen. I told her this, and she replied that
because of that, guys were afraid to ask her out. She began
crying harder as I pulled into the parking lot of her dorm. I
shut off the engine and put my arm around her to comfort her. I
told her that I had similar problems in college, and that the
right guy would come along for her. She turned toward me to hug
me and thank me.

As I returned the embrace, I accidentally brushed her against her
right breast. As if spellbound, I couldn’t move my hand. Amy
positioned herself so that her breast was now flat against my
hand. My passion overcame me. I started squeezing her breast
softly. She looked me straight in the eyes and kissed me softly
on the lips. My lips met hers almost mechanically, and I felt her
delicious tongue parting my lips and entering the warmth of my
willing mouth. I was now kissing her more passionately than I had
ever kissed any man.

She began telling me how beautiful I was as her hand gently
stroked my thighs. I couldn’t believe what was happening. She
took my hand and led me out of the car and into her dorm. My head
was spinning and my knees were weak. I felt my panties sticking
to my pussy. We entered her room and she immediately locked the
door behind us.

We drew close and clumsily began undressing each other. She threw
off her panties and moved me to the bed. I still had my skirt on
but she laid me down on the bed and slid my panties and panty
hose off at the same time. For the next fifteen minutes we wildly
kissed, stroked, and sucked each other’s breasts, lips, and legs.

Finally Amy parted the outer folds of my pussy. She started
stroking my clit, entering my pussy every two or three circles. I
grabbed her head and pulled it to me. Our lips and tongues met
and I told her how much I wanted her. She spread my legs and
pushed her pussy against mine.

I lifted my legs so that my ankles were resting on her shoulders.
Amy’s hands were now flat on the bed, one on either side of my
shoulders. Her knees were now almost under my ass as we began to
grind together in a steady rhythm. I opened my eyes and looked up
at my beautiful lover. Amy was gazing at me and licking her lips
seductively. I felt my entire body begin to shake as my orgasm
came on. we both exploded within seconds. It was the most
incredible sex I had ever had. Amy collapsed on top of me, and I
must have drifted off for a few minutes.

I woke up to feel Amy’s hot and tender tongue licking the entire
length of my pussy. Each time she licked quicker and quicker and
penetrated my pussy a bit deeper. Finally her pace was incredibly
quick and I felt all the heat in my body rushing to my pussy. She
then stopped and said she had a surprise for me. She returned in
a second and inched her body up along mine. I suddenly felt
something pressing against my pussy lips. She had gotten a
double-headed dildo. With almost no effort she slipped the
twelve-inch monster into me. We gave it our best shot and fucked
each other several times. The best position for us was when Amy
entered my pussy from behind.

After a long while I looked at the clock and realized that I had
been with her for almost four hours. I quickly dressed, kissed my
beautiful Amy, and drove home. Carol had apparently departed and
Suzanne was asleep. I don’t know how long our relationship will
last, as Amy is graduating soon. I have enjoyed every minute.
Although I still love men, a beautiful woman is probably the best
sexual partner for me. Ladies, if you haven’t tried it, you
should.

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I came in the back door of my town house and was ready to tell
Suzanne that I was home, when I heard giggling coming from the
basement. I walked over to look downstairs and almost fainted!
Suzanne, Carol and Amy were all sitting around on the floor in
various stages of undress. At first I was furious, but then I
decided to watch and listen to what was going on. Amy had the
least on, a skimpy pair of light-blue bikini panties. My daughter
had her jeans on, but nothing else. Carol had on a flannel shirt,
which was unbuttoned, revealing well-developed breasts.

Her friend Amy is a real beauty, with long blonde hair, a great
face and a great body. As I watched, I heard Amy telling the
other two how great it felt to have her breasts touched. She
began lightly touching the undersides of her breasts with the
palms of her hands until her nipples were erect. Then she began
squeezing each one firmly, rubbing especially hard around each
nipple. As she rubbed herself passionately, she urged each girl
to try it. Suzanne was giggling, saying she hoped it would make
them grow, and Carol was just looking on in a daze as she touched
each breast lightly. After about two or three minutes the
giggling stopped and the heavy breathing began. I didn’t know
what to do. I wanted to yell, but I couldn’t.

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My entire outlook on sex has turned around in the past year, and
I must admit that it has been a turn for the better. I am a
thirty-five-year-old business woman who has been divorced for
five years, and I am trying to get my daughter through college. I
have tried to keep myself in relatively good shape so that I will
remain attractive to the opposite sex.

About six months ago I was out on a date with an old friend of
mine. My daughter, Suzanne, was at home with two of her friends
from the local college, and she didn’t expect me home until much
later. I had no sooner arrived at my friend’s house than I got
the worst headache ever. After about thirty minutes I realized
that I would be no fun for the evening. I apologized to Tom and
returned home.
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The pictures got me so horny that I came two more times in a daze
of extasy as I stared at them. The girls were licking each other’s
pussies and tits (at the time I could only imagine how utterly erotic
that would feel).

My mind painted pictures of pleasure that made my head swim, and I longed
to live the dream.

With thoughts of myself and another girl licking each others bodies for
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My hand strayed to my pussy again, and I started fantasizing about
how romantic it could be to be with another girl while we were both
getting off. I was slowly turning pages and thinking about which of
the girls would be hottest to be with, when I came to a pictorial that
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When the shudders ceased, I spread my excess wetness into my inner thighs
and breasts. After panting quietly there on the floor, I sat up and
started looking through the magazines again. I realized with surprize
that I had gotten horny looking at photos of nude GIRLS! Was that normal?

I looked at the pictures. Each of the models was a fleshful fantasy of
curves and hot, wet, lust. I was excited by them, and I decided that if
any girl could get herself off the way I did by looking at other girls,
then she should do it as often as possible.
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It wasn’t long before I ached to do it again. I laid on my back and
brought my knees up touching my shoulders with my feet in the air.
This way I had a great view of my pussy. I spread my lips apart and
slid a finger into my tight but lubricated little puss. This felt great,
and I started slipping my finger in and out while rubbing my clit with my
other hand. Due to the state of pleasure I was already in, and combined
with the erotic joy of getting myself off, it wasn’t long at all before
I came again.

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The feeling in my pussy was building to extasy and spreading through
my body. I looked in the mirror and realized that I was slowly bucking
my hips against my hand, and I increased the motion. I spread my pubic
lips apart and made little circles around my aroused clitoris with my
middle finger.

My skin burned, and I was sweating. I knew that something big was going
to happen soon and I yearned for it. The extasy burned at the center
of my being. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, and arched my back,
thrusting my breasts at the image of myself in the mirror. With what
seemed like an endless sudder of intense pleasure beyond what I’d ever
dreamed possible, I had my first orgasm, and came.

I sank into a wet heap, relishing what I’d just experienced. My fingers
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I started playing in front of the mirror–trying out the poses that the
girls in the pictures were in. In the course of this I was touching
myself in ways I’d never been touched before, and my body responded.
My nipples got hard and my skin tingled, and then I came to a picture of
a girl with her legs apart, left hand cupping a breast, and the right
rubbing her pussy. When I tried this pose I guess I changed my life.
Massaging my pussy felt good in a tingly sort of way, and as I continued,
it grew wet and the sensation slowly increased.

The thrill of watching me please myself took me over, and I lusted after
my own body. Licking my lips, I let go of my tit and used my free hand
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After reading and looking for a while, I started thinking that if sex
was as exciting and mysterious as these magazines made it out to be,
then maybe I was missing out (I guess that for the first time I started
getting horny). I began to wonder how my body compared to the bodies
of the girls in the pictures, so I took off my clothes and knelt before
my full length mirror with the magazines spread out before me.

I looked pretty good. My hair was shoulder length and reddish-blond,
my blue eyes, and my lips were full and soft. My five-foot-two form was
smooth and firm with youth. Being summer, I was tanned a rich brown aside
from milky white triangles over my smooth round ass, soft blond pussy,
and pert, peach-sized breasts. My thighs and calves were firm and curved
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I guess my sex life began one day during the summer of my eighteenth
year as I was doing my chores. I was in my brother’s room putting away
his clean clothes, and I found a stack of pornographic magazines in his
underwear drawer. Out of curiosity as to what could be so great about
things like that, I swiped them and went to my room.

I shut and locked my door, then sat down on my bed and started looking
through the magazines. There was picture after picture of nude or
semi-nude girls in erotic poses, and stories from readers about their
various sexual exploits.