Job Interview - Unexpected Pleasures

Susan rose to greet the young lady. She could hardly maintain her balance though, nor gather her thoughts to even utter a word. This girl was simply stunning, by anyone's imagination. Susan had never been graced by such unequalled beauty from a woman before. Only eighteen, yet so tall! The applicant was atleast five foot ten inches tall, with a slender, captivating body and long sexy legs. She was tanned and had long blond flowing hair. Her face seemed perfect to Susan, unimaginable even. Her lips appeared very sexy. Her skin looked soft, very smooth and tempting to touch. The applicant wore a very formal, conservative type of suit. She smiled somewhat innocently.

During the course of the actual interview, Susan found it increasingly difficult to maintain her compusure, subconsciously eyeing the girl's full breasts, admiring her beautiful face and soft tanned skin, licking her lips quickly. This is somthing Susan had no control over whatsoever. She now felt weak, relaxed, intoxicated by the beauty of this very refined youg lady before her. The girl spoke in an articular manner, with a somewhat soft yet very appealing voice. She was clearly intelligent. Susan caught could actually smell the aroma of the girl's perfume and it made her wetter.

"Is there something wrong?" asked the young applicant."
"Uh...no," replied Susan, in a slightly shaky voice.
"She's got no idea," thought Susan.

Susan's increasing intoxication over this young girl finally reached it's peak. She knew she couldn't hire the applicant no matter what, because of the young lady's inexperience. If she let her go at the end the interview, Susan would be resigned to masturbation. She wanted more. She knew her chances of encountering such a girl in the future were very slim.

"Um..excuse me," explaimed Susan part-way through the interview. "Will you please lock my office door for me please?"
With a puzzled look on her face the young lady stood up, walked to the door, and locked it, without saying anything. As soon as Susan heard the lock go in, she shuddered and took a deep breath. She was now in a state of semi-ecstacy. Seemingly without power or control over her movements, she stood up very slowly in somewhat of a daze. The young girl had returned to her seat. Susan walked across, glassy eyed, stood infront of her and stroked the girl's beautiful blonde hair. Susan's mouth was partially open, her heart thumped quickly and she felt increasingly weaker.She could hardly bring herself to say a word.

Susan tilted the girl's head back and slipped her tongue deeply inside the girl's mouth. She tasted delicious. Susan kissed her passionately and finished by sucking on the girl's tongue. Susan was now breathing very heavily. She motioned for the girl to stand up. As the girl did so, she seemed to have an amazed look on her face but, like Susan, did not say a word.

The girl stood taller than Susan by atleast four inches. After removing all the girl's clothes except her white panties and high heels, Susan turned her around, so the girl faced away from her. Susan knelt down and ran her hands all over the luscious girl's legs. Soft, smooth and intoxicating. Susan placed her very warm, red left cheek against the tall girl's inner left thigh. This girl omitted a very sweet smell. Susan could not help herself. She slowly massaged her vagina.

Susan then stood up, turned the girl back around and kissed her on the mouth even more fervently and passionately than before. She breathed very heavily. Susan's hands roamed the girl's body, finding her vagina. Then Susan pulled the girl tight, uncontrollably rubbing herself against and girl, up and down, breathing heavily, the sound coming from the back of her throat. It became quicker and quicker, and Susan more forcefully squeezed the girl's body all over whilst rubbing herself on her. Susan unexpectedly bent down and tasted the girl between the legs. In the end, Susan masturbated with her right hand, the other squeezing the girl's long sexy legs, while she hungrily devoured the girl.

Susan could not take it any longer. She stood up, wrapped her arms around the girl, pulling her close so their faces were almost touching, kissed the girl passionately and rubbed against her until finally Susan pushed her forcibly down to her knees. Susan shoved the girls face between her legs and exploded in orgasmic pleasure. It was violent and unforgiving.

This thirty seven year old lady had just devoured the most gorgeous eighteen year old girl she had ever laid eyes on. Was she glad she didn't let the girl go!!

Overtime at the Office

Getting to her feet, Jo stretched again and walked over to the printer. She smoothed her conservative grey slacks over her shapely hips and tugged a little at the hem of her jacket, which had slid up around her waist while she'd been sitting. She caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the window as she crossed the room, and nodded approvingly at herself. At 26 years of age, she worked out fairly regularly, keeping herself fit in spite of having a job that mostly required her to sit behind a desk. She had thick, long black hair and pale, alabaster skin completely without blemish (her mother used to say it was her best feature). She had small, firm breasts, round but slender hips and long legs. All in all she was quite content with her appearance, and so, she knew, was her husband Paul.

At the thought of Paul a small twinge of guilt went through her. With all the work these past couple of weeks she hardly had any time or energy for him, and that made her feel bad. Paul, however, was very understanding, secure enough in their marriage not to feel pushed aside or slighted by her work. For a moment Jo entertained the notion of an hour or so of delicious sex before sleep, but regretfully pushed the thought aside. She knew very well that by the time she was through driving the twenty minutes home she'd be completely bushed, with barely enough energy to brush her teeth. I'll have to make it up to him this weekend, she thought.

This thought brought a dreamy smile to her face as she waited for the printer to finish. After 3 years of living together plus 2 more of marriage their sex life was, in a word, great. While they both knew neither of them looked like supermodels, they were confident enough with each other not to be embarrassed about their bodies, and this lack of self-consciousness coupled with inventiveness and willingness to experiment a little, meant that their sex life had not stagnated into a predictable pattern, but remained fresh and exciting. Paul had been very supportive over these past weeks, and Jo decided that something a little special would be appropriate. For his last birthday, she recalled, she'd let him put his cock up her arse for the first time. While it hadn't made the earth shake for her, she knew he'd really enjoyed it, and truth to be told, it hadn't been nearly as bad as she'd feared. She decided right there and then that after work tomorrow she would pick up some massage oil and leave it out on her nightstand for him to see, letting him know how she intended to show her appreciation. The thought of driving her man a little crazy with anticipation for a day or two made her pussy tingle; the anticipation of what was to come would make sex even more passionate for the days leading up to the event itself. Nothing excited Jo more than the knowledge that she turned her husband on.

As the pile of paper under the printer grew, the door to the inner office opened and Ms. Symmonds came out. Ann Symmonds was a tall blonde in her late thirties, curvy and voluptuous. Her long smooth hair hung almost to the small of her back, and her eyes were a clear blue behind her glasses. She was dressed in a fairly conservative business suit in dark blue and black, with a long jacket, blouse and a knee-length skirt.

Ms. Symmonds walked over to Jo, who was waiting for the last few pages to emerge from the printer. How are they coming along, Josephine? she asked, a hint of weariness in her voice as well.

Fine, Ms. Symmonds, Jo replied. Although she privately thought of her superior as Ann, she always addressed her as Ms. Symmonds. She, on her side, always addressed Jo as Josephine; not to sound superior, Jo knew, but so as not to be overly intimate and intrusive. Ann was easily the best boss Jo had ever worked for, and she knew that the appreciation was mutual. Ann had climbed the corporate ladder through superior skill and innate talent, and wholly deserved her position as department head. Jo had the utmost respect for her.

As they stood there waiting for the printer to finish, Ann stretched, easing the kinks out of her neck and spine. Jo glanced at her boss, and couldn't help but notice how the older woman's ample breasts strained against her jacket. She blushed faintly, embarrassed at having looked at the other woman, and returned her attention to the softly buzzing printer.

I'm beat, Ann announced. These past couple of weeks have been a pain, haven't they?

That's for certain, Jo replied. My husband must think I've forgotten he exists.

Trouble at home? Ann inquired. Then, when she saw Jo look at her, she hastily went on. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry.

No, there's no trouble, Jo laughed. It's just that, well, we haven't had much time together lately.

I know what you mean, Ann said. And I'm sorry I've been running you ragged lately. She reached up and placed a hand on Jo's back, between her shoulder blades. Tell you what; as compensation, why don't we both come in late tomorrow, say around noon. Treat ourselves to a little sleeping in.

Oh, that'd be great, Jo replied. She was feeling a little flustered by the friendly hand on her back. Ann had never touched her before, respecting her personal space. Not that she minded; had a man touched her like that, Jo would have felt uncomfortable, but that was not the case now.

Ann looked at her closely. You do look a little exhausted, she said. She started rubbing gently between Jo's shoulder blades. And you're tense; your back is all knots.

Jo was suddenly aware that it was true; her back and neck was all tense, the muscles stiff and knotted. She felt Ann rub a little harder, easing away some of the tension. Ann's hand moved higher, under the black hair hanging down over Jo's shoulders, her fingers touching the soft skin of her neck and rubbing gently at the sore muscles there. For the first time Jo became aware of how close the other woman was standing, of the scent of her perfume in her nostrils and the warmth from her body. As the tension in her neck eased, Jo felt a different kind of tension settle in her stomach. It was a new, but somehow strangely familiar feeling that she couldn't quite place. The two women were both standing very still, the only movement being the soft kneading of Ann's fingers on Jo's neck. Neither said anything, and the silence built between them like soft cotton, almost noticeable as a physical thing.

The eerie mood was broken when the printer before them spat out the last sheet and gave a soft beep. Ann turned towards it to look, and this caused her to stand closer to Jo. Jo could suddenly feel the soft swell of her boss' right breast against her left arm, and for a moment she was caught off balance. Then she twisted away in flustered embarrassment.

Ann noticed the sudden movement and turned back towards Jo, not realising what had startled her. Their movements meant that the two women were now standing close together, face to face, with Ann's arm still around Jo's back, her hand on her neck.

For a moment they both stood there, looking at each other. Then Ann moved her thumb from the back of Jo's neck and down to the side, gently caressing the soft spot just below her ear. As the finger slid further down the side of Jo's neck to tickle the sensitive skin, Ann leaned closer, her lips seeking Jo's.

Jo saw her leaning closer and instantly knew what she had in mind. She froze, mostly in shock, but there was a tiny, tiny part of her that wanted to stand still, to let it happen. Then her conscious self reasserted itself, and she pulled away.

Again they stood still, facing each other, Ann's hand still on Jo's neck. Ann's face was only centimetres away; Jo could just barely focus on her. Looking desperately for something to say, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. I� I have a husband� She let it trail away, realising how lame it sounded.

So do I, Ann replied, her voice low and soft, her lips so close Jo felt her warm breath on her face. I'm not asking you to elope with me, you know.

I� We shouldn't do this, Jo persisted. She was extremely aware of the other woman's closeness, and while a large part of her wanted desperately to get away, that other tiny part of her wanted nothing of the sort. Get a hold of yourself, she silently admonished herself; you're a married woman with a husband you love. Still, that tiny voice persisted.

Why not? Ann asked, inching closer. It's not like I'm asking you to leave your husband. Just you and I, enjoying ourselves. Enjoying each other� She leaned even closer, her lips seeking out Jo's once again.
With her back against the cupboard, Jo had nowhere to move, so she turned her head aside. This didn't deter Ann, and Jo could feel her lips press gently against her left cheek, kissing her softly. Then her lips moved down, past the line of her jaw and down to her throat. Again Jo froze, too overwhelmed to do or say anything. Ann might have taken it for acceptance, because her lips became a little more insistent, parting a little as they kissed the soft skin of Jo's throat. Jo could feel the wet warmth of Ann's mouth on the skin of her throat, and this sensation brought her back to her senses again. She brought her hands up to push Ann away, but Ann was standing a little closer than Jo had figured; instead of to her shoulders, Jo's hands went straight to Ann's breasts.

When Jo felt her own hands cupping the other woman's large breasts, she nearly panicked. No matter what she did, she seemed to be unable to escape Ann's gentle but persistent advances. She tried to pull her hands away, but Ann swiftly pressed closer, putting her other arm around Jo and hugging her close in a soft but firm embrace, trapping Jo's hands between their bodies, still cupping her breasts. Tilting her head, Ann once again sought Jo's lips with her own, and this time she wasn't quick enough to turn away.

Jo felt Ann's lips on her own, kissing her softly, gently taking Jo's lips between her own, sucking tenderly, trying to get her to open her mouth for her. The only thing Jo could think of was to keep her lips together, but that didn't solve her problem. Short of physical violence, she couldn't think of anything to get Ann to cease her advances. Had a man behaved like this, she would have slapped him silly, but somehow that just didn't seem like an option here.

Ann's kisses were becoming more fervent, and Jo racked her brain for some way out of her dilemma. Then, to her horror, she could feel Ann's nipples hardening, poking her palms through the bra. This gave her the adrenaline surge she needed, and she wrenched herself out of Ann's embrace.

No� please, I can't� we mustn't do this� She was breathless; she hadn't realised she'd been holding her breath while Ann had been trying to kiss her.

What's so wrong about it? Ann queried, still standing with her whole body pressed against Jo.

I won't cheat on my husband! Jo flared. She yanked her hands away from Ann's breasts, but realised that might have been a mistake, as she could now feel Ann's breasts pressing directly against her. For some reason, this made her throat go dry.

You can always tell him about it when you get home, Ann said, her voice soothing. It isn't cheating if he know about it. And besides, what makes you so sure he'll mind?

That last argument stopped Jo cold. What did she mean, he wouldn't mind? Of course he'd mind. He loved her; he wouldn't want her to sleep around with other people. Would he?

Her train of thought was interrupted as Ann's lips found hers again. The kiss was soft and tender, not at all intrusive. Jo caught herself comparing it to how it was to be kissed by a man. Ann's lips were fuller, softer; Jo could smell faint traces of shampoo and perfume. Her embrace was distinctly not that of a man, with her breasts pressed hard against Jo's own smaller ones. As the kiss lingered, Jo could taste the other woman's lipstick.

And with a start, she realised that she was becoming aroused.

Jo couldn't believe what was happening. She had never been attracted to women, would never have believe that another woman could excite her like this. But there it was, and there was no mistaking it. She could feel that familiar tingle as her nipples hardened in her bra, and the growing warmth between her thighs that signalled that her pussy was becoming wet. In spite of herself she felt her lips yielding to Ann's, and almost immediately the tip of other woman's tongue slipped past her lips and into her mouth.

Her mind spinning in place, Jo was at a complete loss as to what to do. Ann's tongue was probing her mouth gently, touching her own tongue, but Jo didn't dare respond. Her own excitement was undeniable now, her pussy leaking juice into her panties, but something held her back. It's not my fault, she thought. I'm not doing anything; it's all Ann, she's the one responsible. She started this. It's not my fault.

This thought was strangely comforting. She wasn't cheating on Paul if she didn't do anything. She couldn't help it if Ann did things to her, and as long as she didn't respond, it wasn't her fault. At another time this logic would have been preposterous, but right now it was a life buoy in a stormy sea, and Jo clung to it as hard as she could.

Sensing that Jo had stopped resisting, Ann became even bolder in her advances. Her hands went to Jo's neck, where she put them, fingers splayed, on either side of her neck, while her thumbs caressed the soft skin of her secretary's throat and the underside of her jaw. She started applying more pressure with her lips, trying to get Jo to respond, but to no avail. She put her thumbs on Jo's chin and pulled gently down, and Jo opened her mouth further without resisting. Ann's tongue pushed deeper into Jo's mouth, licking along the insides of her cheeks and prodding her passive tongue. Still there was no response. Ann wasn't sure what to make of Jo's passive attitude, but right now she didn't care. Her pussy was on fire, her pulse pounding in her ears, and she knew that she had to find some relief, soon. She fully intended to take Jo right here and now, and if she had to dominate her in order to do so, she would. Besides, this wasn't Ann's first time with another woman; she was quite confident that she could coax Jo into cooperating willingly as soon as she really got to work on her.

Ann let one hand drop, teasing it inside Jo's jacket, cupping her breast and squeezing it. She could feel the younger woman's nipple standing out hard under her hand, and felt a touch of surprise. Jo certainly didn't act like she was turned on. Letting her hand drop down to Jo's crotch, Ann pushed it between her legs, feeling her pussy. The heat radiating from between the brunette's legs was easily noticeable; there could be no doubt that Jo was excited. If that was the case, though, why was she acting so strange? She just stood there, here hands behind her back, supporting her weight on the cupboard, passively accepting Ann's caresses without showing any signs of either enjoyment or revulsion.

Ann went back to kissing Jo passionately while at the same time massaging her clit through her clothes, determined to elicit some sort of response. As Ann's fingers started working on her pussy, Jo gave a soft moan and bucked her hips a little, but without any further signs of pleasure. Beginning to feel a little frustrated, Ann decided another approach was called for.

Jo took a deep breath when Ann's lips left hers. She was feeling dizzy and light-headed, but told herself it was lack of air, nothing more. It certainly wasn't because the kiss had any effect on her. Ann was also breathing heavily, her lips swollen from the kiss, Jo noticed, their lipsticks smeared over her lips. The blonde woman took a step back and regarded Jo imperiously.

Open your pants, Ann commanded.

Jo blinked, confused by the sudden change in her tone. Her hands let go of the cupboard behind her, and seemingly of their own volition, moved to the front of her slacks. There they stopped, hesitating.

Go ahead. Open your pants, Ann ordered again, sterner this time.

Jo's pussy was throbbing now, and she ached to do what Ann told her to. If I just do what she tells me to, it's all right, she thought. As soon as the thought formed, she felt as though a weight was lifted from her, and her fingers eagerly started fumbling open the button and zipper of her slacks.

Moving in close, Ann peeled aside Jo's slacks, exposing the blue satin panties underneath. Then she pulled up her shirttails, her fingers caressing the younger woman's flat belly.

Jo was trembling with suppressed excitement. Ann's touch sent sparks of excitement through her, making her stomach go tight in trepidation and lust. Her breath caught in her throat as Ann's fingers stroked her belly, moving downwards all the time. As the fingers reached the waistband of her panties, a small moan forced its way out of her. Ann paused for a moment, and then her fingers slid underneath the elastic waistband and into Jo's panties. Ann gave her another open-mouthed kiss as her hand pushed its way between her legs, palm up, her fingers combing through Jo's closely trimmed pubic hair and down to the wet, clean-shaven pussy lips. As those fingers slid over her clit, Jo moaned into Ann's mouth, her knees trembling. Ann kept pushing her hand deeper between Jo's thighs, her probing fingers seeking her wet hole with slow, relentless precision.

Ann broke off the kiss, pulling her head back to look into Jo's eyes. Kiss me, she ordered.

Jo hesitated. If she kissed her, she would be participating in this, not just having it done to her against her will. Her desire to kiss Ann fought with her reluctance to cheat on her husband. Then suddenly a solution dawned. Ann had ordered her to kiss her, and therefore Jo wasn't to blame for doing so. As long as it wasn't her own idea, it wasn't really her fault. With this (to her) brilliant insight, she eagerly leaned towards the older woman.

Ann's free hand came up, stopping her. A real kiss, with your tongue, she instructed in a whisper. And you don't stop until I do. Jo stared at her, eyes wide with excitement. Ann's fingers were poised at the entrance to her pussy, gently massaging the inner lips with her fingertips without actually penetrating her, and Jo could feel the innermost joint of Ann's fingers rub against her clit. Intoxicated with desire, the slender brunette leaned forward, closing the distance between their moist lips.

As soon as their lips met, Jo pushed her tongue into Ann's mouth, feeling their tongues slide together as Ann did the same to her. Simultaneously, Ann plunged two fingers into Jo's dripping cunt. Her fingers didn't penetrate very deep; since Jo was still wearing her pants and panties, Ann couldn't move her hand as freely as she otherwise would, but it was still enough to cause Jo's knees to give in completely. If not for the blonde's hand between her legs, Jo would have collapsed in a heap on the floor.

As Jo staggered to regain her footing while at the same time trying to impale herself on the fingers working her sopping pussy, Ann grabbed the back of her head, clenching her fist around a handful of her thick black hair. Feel my tits, she said, a tone of command still in her voice. She didn't know if Jo responded to her orders because she was a submissive or because she was confused; the two women had never discussed their personal lives much with each other, and certainly not something as intimate as that. At the moment, though, she didn't much care why it worked, only that it did.

And worked it did. As she pulled Jo's head to her for another kiss, she felt her secretary's hands move to cup her breasts again. This time it was different from that first, accidental touch; Jo's hands squeezed the soft globes through the layers of cloth covering them, filling her hands with yielding, feminine flesh. Ann worked her fingers expertly on the other woman's pussy, feeling the smooth satin against the back of her hand as the slick juices coated her fingers and palm.

Jo was grinding her hips against the hand caressing her, all thoughts of resistance washed away in a surge of raw lust. Her mind wasn't even making up excuses for her anymore; there was room only for the overpowering need to reach orgasm. She squeezed Ann's breasts, trying to fit the large globes into her hands, while their tongues slid and swirled around each other. Her orgasm was approaching fast now, and little staccato whimpers issued from her mouth, muted by Ann's sucking, massaging lips. At last she reached the edge, and with a final whimper she tipped over, her pussy contracting around Ann's fingers. She threw her head back and moaned, then buried her face in the hollow of Ann's neck. Her entire body shook uncontrollably as the orgasm roared its course through her, and she clung to Ann as though she was afraid she would be washed away in its currents.

Eventually the trembling ended, the orgasm having run its course. Her hands resting on Ann's shoulders, Jo looked up, her face flushed, and met her glance. Slowly, deliberately, Ann withdrew her fingers from Jo's cunt, holding her hand up between them. Her fingers and hand glistened with Jo's juices, and with the same slowness, Ann parted her lips and put her index finger in her mouth. She closed her lips around the digit in a profoundly sensual way that sent a shiver through Jo, and then she could see the older woman's cheeks hollow as she sucked her finger clean of Jo's juice.

With a faint pop she pulled her finger from her mouth and licked her lips while giving Jo a teasing, naughty smile. Then she held her middle finger to Jo's lips, and said, Open up. Jo did what she was told; this was not the first time she had tasted her own juices, and she found nothing shocking about the act. Quite the contrary, she'd always found the taste of herself erotic. Sucking Ann's long, manicured finger into her mouth, she used her tongue to lick it clean, the taste of herself filling her mouth. She was almost a little disappointed when Ann pulled her finger back out.

Ann let go of the fistful of Jo's hair she'd been holding on to, using her hand to gently smooth it back down. She gave Jo a brief, sensual kiss, then stepped back. Leaning her hips on Jo's desk, she folded her arms under her breasts and smiled. Take off your clothes, she said. When Jo hesitated, she let a little authority into her voice. Go on, take them off. Your pants first.

Still a little dazed from her orgasm, Jo did as she was told. Her hooked her thumbs behind the waistband of her pants, pulling them down. She had to kick off her shoes before she could get her pants past her ankles. Then, looking at Ann as for affirmation, she peeled her soggy panties off as well, kicking them to the side.

Touch yourself, Ann commanded. There was nothing she herself wanted to do more; her own pussy was wetter than she could remember having been for many years, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to speak. She fully intended, however, to remain in complete control until Jo stepped past the point of no return of her own volition, and not because she had to be told to.

In response to her boss' command, Jo slipped a finger between her legs, sliding it into the crack between her swollen pussy lips. She shuddered as it rubbed over her clit, and she felt the first stirrings of reawakened arousal. She looked at Ann watching her stimulate herself, and noticed the lovely blonde lick her lips, her eyes behind the oval glasses riveted on the dark patch between Jo's thighs.

Now the rest, Ann instructed. Take it all off.

Jo complied, slipping her jacket from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Then, fingers not entirely steady, she started unbuttoning her blouse. She began at the bottom, working her way up, exposing more and more of her belly as she went. The hunger in Ann's eyes was noticeable, and Jo felt herself become even more excited. There is nothing quite so arousing as watching someone else want you, she thought hazily to herself. Finally she undid the last button, letting her blouse fall open in front. There was something incredibly sexy about being made to strip like this, while the other woman remained full clothed. She let the blouse go the way of her jacket, until she stood in front of Ann naked except her bra. Ann nodded for her to continue, and Jo reached behind her back, undoing the clasp. Then she held her arms out in front of her, the bra sliding from her shoulders and down along her arms to land on the clothes-strewn floor. She looked down at herself and saw her nipples standing straight out, as hard as they'd ever been.

Come here, Ann said, and Jo couldn't help but notice haw hoarse her voice sounded. She walked over, her hips swaying seductively in spite of herself. Stopping right in front of Ann, so close their breasts almost touched, she looked at her expectantly.

Ann returned the look, deciding that it was time to move things along. Well? she asked dryly, lifting an eyebrow.

What do you mean? replied Jo, uncertain about what she wanted her to do.

Aren't you going to do something? Ann wondered with a hint of, what? Sarcasm? Impatience?

Tell me what you want me to do, Jo whispered, looking down at her feet.

No, Ann said. I think it's about time you decided what to do. When Jo gave her a startled look, she reached up and cupped her cheek gently. I don't want to go on telling you what to do. I want a lover, not a slave.

I� I don't know if� Jo began.

It's a little late for that now, wouldn't you say? said Ann. You weren't exactly putting up a fight a few minutes ago.

But my husband�

If you're still worried about cheating on him, I would say it is a little late, don't you think? Ann stroked her cheek, keeping her voice low and persuasive. You've had your tongue in my mouth, your hands on my tits, and you just came all over my hand. You even licked my fingers clean, she reminded her. Let's be honest here, you already have cheated. Now you have to decide if you want to run away and feel bad about yourself, or if you want to keep going and see where this leads.

Jo was at a complete loss. On one hand, she desperately wanted to believe that everything that had happened had been Ann's fault, herself just a reluctant accomplice. Her intellect new better, though, and it kept telling her that she had been equally to blame here, that none of this would have happened if she had truly been opposed to it. And while one part wanted to bolt from the office and hide in shame, another wanted nothing more than to stay, for as long as Ann wanted her to.

For what seemed to be the longest ten seconds in Ann's life Jo stood there looking at her. Her mouth opened and closed several times, as if she was about to say something and then changed her mind. She looked down, her eyes staring into nothing, and then her brown eyes came up and looked straight into Ann's blue ones.

Oh, hell, Jo said almost inaudibly. Then she threw her arms around Ann, and hugging her to her, kissed her hard on the lips.

Ann felt her heart soar, and had her mouth not been busy, she might have given a whoop with joy. Instead she contended herself with hugging Jo close with both arms, returning the kiss with a passion she hadn't felt since her husband and her had been newlyweds. She rubbed her hands up and down Jo's naked back, one plunging into her lustrous, raven-black hair, while the other moved down to her bottom, cupping a firm buttock. Ann felt a sting of envy as she felt the fit and supple body under her hands, realising she was nowhere near as trim as the pale-skinned brunette in her arms. The insistent pressure in her pussy soon banished those thoughts from her mind, and she gave herself completely to the building passion.

Jo was every bit as excited as she had been before her orgasm. She rubbed her entire body against Ann, feeling the fabric of her outfit rub tantalisingly against her nipples, thighs and belly. She had never dreamed she could be so aroused from simply being naked in the presence of someone with all her clothes on; there was a delightful tingle of submissiveness, or something very much like it. Their hips were grinding together, as the kiss went on and on.

Eventually the need for air became too great, and their lips parted again. Ann looked at Jo, breathing heavily. Casting a glance at the door, she took Jo's hand, pulling her along. Let's go into my office, she said, her eyes gleaming. Jo returned the smile and followed willingly, not letting go of the hand.

Once inside Ann's office, they kissed again, Ann reaching behind Jo to lock the door. There was no one else in the building as far as she knew, but it felt safer with the door locked.

Ann's office was slightly larger than Jo's, with a thick wall-to-wall carpet. Aside from her large desk there were a leather couch and two matching easy chairs around a small table in one corner, as well as several shelves and bookcases along the walls. The only light came from a lamp on the desk and a floor lamp in one corner; the stark overhead lights were off.

Still embracing, the two women staggered across the floor until they bumped into Ann's desk. Ann hoisted herself up on the desk, leaning back while supporting herself on her arms, and spread her legs. Bring me off, she whispered. Please hurry.

Jo slid a hand up a stocking-clad leg, feeling the warm, soft flesh of Ann's thigh under the smooth nylon. Her hand disappeared under the skirt, reaching the top of the stay-up, her fingertips suddenly touching bare flesh. She stroked the inside of Ann's thigh, pinching it lightly between her fingers. Ann was humping her hips against her impatiently, eager for her hand to move further up, her breathing even heavier now. Teasingly, Jo moved her hand higher, feeling warm, damp silk and the fleshy folds underneath. Ann was really turned on, lifting her hips off the desk in her eagerness. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it higher, exposing herself to the younger woman. Jo stared with delight; even in the dimly lit office she could see the dark, damp patch in the crotch of Ann's panties. She bent at the waist, inhaling for the first time the musky scent of another woman's wet pussy, feeling her own sex respond to the pheromones in the air.

She reached up under Ann's skirt with her other hand as well, and Ann compliantly raised her hips, allowing Jo to push her skirt up to her waist. Then she took hold of the waistband of the blonde's panties and began pulling them down. The scent of aroused woman immediately became more pronounced, and Jo felt light-headed with desire. She pulled Ann's panties down to her knees, then knelt down to pull them down her ankles and off.

Ann, however, obviously mistook her kneeling position as something more. She reached down and placed a hand on Jo's head, while at the same time pushing her hips towards her. Oh yes, please, she all but begged, pulling Jo's dark head towards her crotch. Please, Josie.

From her kneeling position, Jo could see straight up between Ann's legs. She had never seen another woman's pussy before, and her eyes drank in very detail. Ann was obviously a natural blonde, her pubic hair such a light colour she might as well have been shaved. Her outer lips were red and swollen, glistening with moisture, and Jo could just make out her clit, its head protruding from its hiding place. Ann was still leaning back on the desk, supporting herself with one hand while resting the other on Jo's head. She had pushed herself forward until her hips was on the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide for Jo to crawl between.

Jo immediately knew what Ann wanted her to do, and was torn between her desire to please her new lover and the feeling that things were progressing too fast. She wasn't entirely certain she was ready to taste another woman's pussy just yet, and was a little intimidated by the thought. However, her mind went back to the delicious orgasm Ann had given her with her fingers, and she wondered what it would be like with another woman's tongue on her own clit. Paul had eaten her out more times than she could count, but there was something so very feminine and exciting about another woman's face between her legs. Realising that she could not expect Ann to do to her what she wouldn't do to her, Jo scooted between Ann's legs, her eyes fixed on the wet pussy in front of her.

Ann spread her legs even farther apart, finding herself incapable of looking away from Jo's face as she gingerly leaned closer. Only in her most fervent hopes had she dreamed this evening would come to this. Working late with Jo for several days in a row had made her consider trying to seduce her, and knowing that this would be their last late night together, she had dressed accordingly, with silk lingerie and stockings instead of pantyhose. She had spent most of the evening trying to muster the nerve to make a pass at her. In truth, she hadn't realistically believed that she'd get anything more than a few kisses and maybe some fondling out of it tonight; she had figured on several more days of working on Jo, getting her used to the idea of an affair. Now, with Jo's lips trailing wetly up the inside of her thigh, Ann couldn't believe her luck.

Jo's lips and tongue were moving steadily up the inside of Ann's thigh. She luxuriated in the feeling of the baby-soft skin of the other woman's inner thighs, placing sucking kisses closer and closer to her pussy. The heady scent of her musk filled Jo's nostrils, and she actually felt her mouth watering as she drew closer and closer.

Finally she was there, having kissed her way from the top of Ann's stockings to the point where her pussy hair tickled the tip of her nose. Taking a breath, she put her hands on the insides of Ann's thighs, leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her labia. Ann moaned, twitching in anticipation, and intertwined her fingers deeper in Jo's hair. Jo, feeling emboldened by her response, kissed her pussy again, this time a little harder. Inhaling her scent deeply, she started planting chaste little kisses all over Ann's pussy. She felt her lips get wet with her juices, and paused for a moment to lick them clean. Ann's juices tasted rich and slightly pungent, and Jo found herself enjoying the taste. Taking a deep breath, like a diver preparing to jump off the board, she stuck out her tongue and slowly touched it to her lover's pussy.

Jo began flicking her tongue at Ann's pussy, starting just below the opening of her pussy and working her way upwards with fast, little licks that barely touched the moist, sensitive skin. As Ann moaned and writhed, Jo found herself thoroughly enjoying it. She gave Ann's clit a few quick licks in rapid succession, and was rewarded with a heartfelt moan.

Oh God, Josie, don't stop, please don't stop, Ann groaned. Jo couldn't help but feel proud of the fact that she was making the other woman moan and whimper like that, and this spurred her on and made her even bolder.

Leaving Ann's clit, Jo started licking her outer labia, starting behind the hole and making her way up in a single slow lick, her tongue as wide as she could make it. She licked first one, then the other, alternating between the two and making sure she only just barely brushed the clit on the way. Ann was losing it, grinding her pussy against Jo's face, trying to bring her clit into contact with that elusive tongue. Jo put her arms on the outside of Ann's thighs, palms on her belly, trying to make her hold still. The sense of power was nearly as intoxicating as the taste and smell of Ann's juices, and she squeezed her own thighs together around her softly throbbing pussy.

After having teased Ann like that for a while, Jo progressed to her inner lips, teasing them open with her tongue, circling her wet hole. After a few rounds she clamped her lips over the soaking wet orifice and plunged her tongue in as far as she could, swirling it around. She began moving her tongue in and out of Ann's pussy, lapping up as much of her pussy juice as she could, relishing the taste. She pressed her face into the soaking pussy, feeling her face becoming coated in moisture, loving every moment of it. She had never imagined that eating pussy could be this much fun. She felt like a little girl with a new and exciting toy.

Stop teasing me, she heard Ann beg. Do my clit now. Please, lick my cliiiiit!

The last word came out in a loud gasp as Jo had mercy on her lover and went straight for her clit. She pursed her lips and clamped them around the small nub, sucking it into her mouth and flicking her tongue rapidly back and forth. Ann grabbed at the back of her head with both hands while squeezing her head between her thighs. Jo shifted her legs to a more comfortable position and settled in to feast on Ann's clitoris. She circled it with her tongue, then started licking it up and down very slowly. Then she started in with small, short licks, beginning slowly, then building up speed, then slowing back down again. Every time she slowed down Ann ground her pussy up against her, begging her to go faster, and when she did, Ann would urge her on, feeling her orgasm get closer. Jo was completely absorbed in the task, one hand down between her own legs, rubbing her pussy in rhythm with her tongue playing with Ann's clit.

The end came when she inserted a finger into Ann's pussy. With her palm up and her middle finger nearly all the way in, she made a come hither gesture with her finger, probing the inside of Ann's pussy for that rough, rubbery spot. When she found it and applied pressure, Ann's hips gave a mighty jerk, the back of her head slamming hard into the desk and she gave a howl of pure pleasure. Two more licks across her clit, and she came with a power and intensity that was nearly frightening. She trashed and bucked on the desk, her head whipping from side to side as a wordless scream issued from her throat. Jo hoped fervently that there was no one within earshot, or they would come running immediately, probably just pausing long enough to call the police. Ann's thighs were like a vice, locked around Jo's head as Ann rode her face all the way through orgasm.

When she came down from wherever her climax had taken her, and her grip on Jo's head weakened enough for her to get loose, Jo stood and leaned over her. Her face was soaked in Ann's juices from her hairline to her chin, her hair was a mess, he pussy ached and her nipples were so stiff they actually hurt a little. As she stood naked over Ann, who still wore everything but her panties, Jo felt like a complete slut, and to her surprise and delight, she loved it. She climbed onto the desk, straddling Ann's hips, and leaned down to kiss her. Ann returned the kiss with interests, and then proceeded to gently lick Jo's face, like a cat washing her kitten.

God, that was absolutely fantastic, she drawled. Have you done this before?

No, I haven't. Did you like it? Jo replied with a little giggle.

Oh, Josie, you were marvellous, Ann purred. She stroked Jo's flanks, her hands moving down to cup her buttocks. Jo wiggled her hips a little and gave her a naughty smile.

My goodness, she gasped in mock alarm. I seem to have gone all wet again. What do you propose to do about it?

I can think of a thing or two�

So can I. But first though� Jo murmured as her hands went to the buttons in Ann's jacket, I want to see your tits.

Ann smiled up at the naked woman straddling her, pushing her glasses up on her nose. Well, what are you waiting for? Get these clothes off me.

Oh, I will, don't you worry, said Jo, pushing the opened jacket out of the way to start working on the smaller buttons in Ann's blouse. She bowed her head to kiss and lick the hollow of her throat, then starting working her way down, her lips trailing just behind her fingers. Her tongue dipped into Ann's considerable cleavage, teasing the flesh and leaving a wet trail. Ann made little purring noises in the back of her throat, her hands slipping behind Jo's arms, cupping her smaller breasts and playing with the nipples.

Ann's bra somehow managed to be strong enough to hold her ample breasts while at the same time looking like a delicate silk-and-lace thing. Most important to Jo, though, was the fact that it had a front clasp. She worked it loose, and Ann's breasts spilled out of their confinement. Obviously all natural, they sagged a bit once freed of their imprisonment, flattening themselves against her ribcage, but Jo delightfully scooped them up in her hands, pressing the soft globes together and lifting them to her mouth. She flicked her tongue across the nipples, then sucked them into her mouth, first one, then the other.

Do you like my tits, Josie? asked Ann.

Mmmm, they're lovely, Jo replied. I've always wanted bigger tits, myself.

You can have mine any time you want, purred Ann, arching her back a little under Jo's caressing fingers and lips.

I just might take you up on that, Jo teased back.

In lieu of a response, Ann lifted her head from the desk and planted a wet kiss on Jo's lips.

Letting go of her new playthings, Jo climbed off the desk and pulled Ann upright. As soon as they were both standing, she slipped her hands inside Ann's blouse and pushed it, her jacket and her bra off her in one motion. Now that Ann was standing up Jo could see fully how large her breasts were. She reached up and cupped them in her hands, while Ann did the same to hers.

I wish mine were this big, Jo pouted.

Believe me, darling, they're absolutely perfect, Ann said, admiring the firm round breasts she was caressing.

They embraced again, kissing deeply, enjoying the sensation of skin on skin as their bodies pressed together. For a little while they stood there, luxuriating in the closeness and warmth; then, as if on cue, they both reached down, sliding a hand between the other woman's thighs. Neither of them was surprised to find hot, moist flesh under her fingers. Slowly at first, then with increasing fervour, they began to masturbate each other, fingers working in perfect synch as they looked deeply into each other's eyes.

Why don't we go over to that couch, suggested Ann, a catch in her voice.

Uh-huh; let's, replied Jo. Together they walked over to the couch, and Jo sat down as Ann pulled her skirt down and kicked it aside. Then she straightened, brushing her long blonde hair away from her face. She was completely naked now, except for her stockings, high heels and glasses. Ann's thighs weren't as firm as hers, Jo noticed, and she had the slightest hint of a paunch, but to Jo this just added to her attraction. The soft, overwhelming femininity of their lovemaking was an incredible turn-on; hard bodies are what men are for, she thought.

Lay back, Ann instructed as she removed her glasses and placed them on the table. Jo did so, and Ann knelt on the edge of the couch. Then she turned to face in the direction of Jo's feet, while swinging a leg over her so that she was straddling Jo's head. Wriggling herself into a better position, Ann then lowered her wet cunt down onto Jo's face while bending her head down between Jo's legs.

Jo reached up and grabbed Ann's buttocks, guiding her pussy down to her mouth. She already longed to taste her again, even though it was merely a few minutes since she had last pulled her tongue from Ann's sex. She could feel the other woman's long hair tickle as it cascaded over her thighs, and Ann's lips as she tenderly kissed the insides of her thighs. Filled with anticipation, she felt those lips move closer and closer to her pussy, taking their time, teasing and playing. Then Ann gently licked Jo's clit, and she pushed her hips up in delight while burying her own face in the wet folds above her face.

For quite some time, the dimly lit office was filled with the sounds of soft, moist lips and tongues kissing, probing and massaging wet pussies, and the soft moans of women slowly approaching climax. The musky scent in the room was overpowering, and the temperature slowly rose, misting the windows. Jo was in seventh heaven. She had a delicious pussy to play with any way she wanted, while a gorgeous woman was more than returning the favour between her own legs. The only way things could have been any better was if there had been some way that she could watch Ann's lips on her pussy at the same time. The feeling was exquisite, and she wished it would never stop. Ann's lips kissed, sucked and nibbled, while her tongue darted around, teasing and licking. Even though Paul, her husband, by no means was a stranger to going down on her, there was something subtly different about the way Ann did it. Maybe it was the softness of her skin, the absence of beard stubbles, or the fact that she was gentler, and used her lips more and her tongue less; or maybe it was simply that being a woman herself, Ann had a better understanding of what felt good. Whatever it was, Jo loved every moment of it.

Their bodies were becoming slick with sweat, their breasts and nipples rubbing against each other's bellies, hands stroking thighs and buttocks. Jo felt a finger enter her pussy, soon to be accompanied by another, and hurried to do the same in return. She tried finding Ann's G-stop, but the angle was wrong, and she couldn't twist her hand far enough. She contended herself with pumping her fingers in and out of Ann's pussy in the same slow, steady rhythm she had adopted with her tongue. Ann did the same, and Jo felt waves of pleasure pulsing from the inside of her pussy in counterpoint to the jolts emanating from her clit.

Then Ann pulled her fingers from Jo's pussy, slowly sliding them even further down between her legs, even as two more replaced them inside her. Jo gave a little start as Ann's fingers reached her tiny arsehole and started rubbing it gently with the pads of her fingers. Jo could feel her anus pucker with the touch, as Ann kept up the stimulation. Then, with the tight little hole was well and thoroughly lubricated with the juices on her finger, as well as the sweat that had trickled down, she very carefully pushed her middle finger inside.

Jo gasped and twitched on the couch as Ann's finger entered her arse, but the other woman's weight on top of her made it effectively impossible to do anything about it. She just had to lie there as the long finger slowly pushed its way inside, twisting and turning inside her. Then Ann started working it in and out of her arse in pace with the two fingers inside her pussy, her tongue keeping up its work on her clit.

Jo nearly lost it. The feeling was exquisite, sensual beyond anything she'd ever felt. Tat one time with Paul was the only time she'd ever had anything up her arse, and that certainly had not prepared her for this. Her entire lower abdomen seemed almost to dissolve and change into a warm, jelly-like substance only contained by her skin. With trembling hands she pulled her own two fingers out of Ann and moved them up to her arsehole, rubbing the moisture all over the puckered orifice. She plunged her tongue into Ann's pussy a few times, taking the opportunity to savour some of her juices before inserting two fingers from her other hand. Then she carefully pushed her fingers into both holes simultaneously, submerging them in Ann's body to the last knuckle in one smooth motion. Ann groaned, the sound muted between Jo's legs, and pushed her hips back on Jo's fingers, trying to force them deeper.

Both women felt that it wasn't long now, and their movements became more frantic as they drove each other relentlessly towards orgasm. Their bodies were perfectly attuned to each other now, and when they came, their climaxes were within seconds of each other. Somehow they both managed to keep their mouths on each other all the way through orgasm, their lips, tongues and fingers teasing and probing, extending the ecstasy for as long as possible.

After the last tremors of orgasm were over, they both lay there, Ann on top of Jo, both too exhausted to be able to move and too sated to want to. Their bodies, coated in a sheen of sweat, cooled slightly as they regained their breath.

Finally Ann got to her knees and turned around, looking down at Jo who smiled lovingly up at her. She reached out to the blonde and pulled her down on top of her again, wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing her tenderly. For a little while longer they stayed there, lost in their own private world, Ann's long hair falling down around Jo's head like a curtain shutting out everything but their faces. Jo squirmed a little, and Ann rose to her elbows.

Sorry, Josie, I didn't mean to squash you, Ann said, making to get up.

Jo reached up and pulled her back down, hugging her tight. Don't get up, she pleaded. I like feeling you on top of me.

They exchanged another soft kiss. You know, no one has called me Josie since I was little, she smiled. It always used to annoy me, making me feel childish.

I'm sorry, Ann said sincerely. It just slipped out. �Josephine' seemed a little, well�

Jo smiled and shook her head. No, I like it. You can call me Josie anytime you want.

For another minute or so they were silent, exchanging little kisses and caresses, relishing each other's warmth. Then a terrible suspicion dawned in Ann.

Feeling guilty? she asked, barely keeping the fear from her voice.

Jo looked at her, obviously surprised. No. Not in the least, she said firmly.

What will you do about, you know, your husband?

Jo pursed her lips in though. I don't know. Maybe I'll tell him. She grinned wickedly. I'll test the waters a little first, drop a few hints and such. See how he feels about it.

It's just that I don't want this to have been a one-time sort of thing, Ann confided.

Me neither, said Jo. We'll work something out�

Watching Chick Flix

Even though our husbands had very different jobs and work ethics, they both had to travel a great deal in their respective jobs. It was not unusual then when Susan called me one afternoon to say that Randy was away and that she was bored.

"Carl is gone too," I told her. "Want to try to get together and do something tonight?"

"Sure. Say, Julie, want to watch some chick flix while the men are gone?" she asked.

I immediately thought about some of my favorite movies that my husband hated. Chick flix like "Sleepless in Seattle" or "Waiting to Exhale"; movies that just made Carl roll his eyes or go find something else to do while I got out the tissues for the tearful ending. This sounded like a pleasant way for us to spend time together.

"That sounds like fun. You bring the videos and I'll make the pop corn and break out some wine"

The rest of the day was spent tidying up the house and generally being domestic. I gave very little thought to what I should wear for an evening of Melanie Griffith, Meg Ryan, or Meryl Streep. I simply put on a pair of light cotton lounge pants and a matching tank top. Susan and I were comfortable around each other so I did not bother to put on a bra.

About 6:30 I poured myself a glass of wine and puttered around. The first glass of wine tasted pretty good so I had another. At 7 PM the doorbell rang. I answered it, and let my best friend in. She had a bag with the movies in it in her hand. She was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt.

"Oh good," she said, hugging me warmly, "I'm glad to see you are dressed 'casz', too"

"Hey, it's my house, I'll dress how I like!" We both laughed and she hugged me again. It felt nice to feel her sincere warmth. We broke apart. "You want some wine?" I asked her.

"Sure, that would be great, Julie."

"Get the movie set up, and I'll get some for you."

"I was surprised when you said you would watch chick flix with me. I normally have to watch them alone when Randy is gone." She said.

"I know, Carl doesn't like them either. I go through about a ton of tissue when I get to watch them" I laughed.

"You too?" She giggled. "Ain't it great? I'll get one going. Bring me my wine, garcon."

We both laughed. It was so nice to be spending time with a friend. I poured her some wine and headed to the rec room where the entertainment center was. We also had a TV and VCR in the living room, but the rec room had a big overstuffed sectional couch that you could just sink into.

"Movies started!" she yelled to me.

I stepped into the rec room and turned the corner. I was expecting to see a familiar title on the screen like "Out of Africa" or "Steel Magnolias". Instead, I heard a twanging guitar riff, and saw the title "Blondes in Heat". Behind the titles, there were two naked women tonguing each other's mouths and fingering each other's pussies. I stood transfixed watching the scene. My mouth dropped open.

"Oh, thanks," Susan said taking the glass of wine, oblivious to my shock. "I picked out a couple of really good chick flix for us to watch. I didn't know what type you usually watch alone so I picked out this one, and another called "Lonely Wives" since that seemed appropriate to us tonight" she giggled. "What with both our husbands being gone".

I sat down at the far end of the couch from her, but still only three feet from her, not sure exactly what to do. I had seen lots of porn before and even enjoyed a good deal of it with my husband as part of our lovemaking. It dawned on me what the confusion was. Obviously, the term chick flix meant something very different to my best friend. How to handle this?

I looked down to the other end of the couch. Susan was reclining back, her feet curled under her, looking very relaxed, and watching the movie. I could see her nipples had hardened under her t-shirt so I assumed she was enjoying the video already.

I looked up at the screen. Two blondes were sitting on a couch, kissing, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Their breasts were flattened each to the others. They each had a finger gently probing the pussy of the other. Their kisses strayed from their mouths and moved to cheeks, necks, and lower. They were laying side by side now, kissing and sucking the tits of the other. Next they were kissing tummies, belly buttons, and lower. Their thighs parted like a carefully choreographed dance. They were then licking, sucking, and loving the pussy of the other. Their tongues probed pussies; their fingers probed ass holes. Their moans filled the room.

"This movie always gets me so hot. I go through a ton of tissue, just like you said. You got any handy?" I looked at her. I could see the lust in her eyes as she watched the lesbian scene. I could tell her breathing had increased by watching her hard nipples rise and fall inside her t-shirt.

"Uhmmmm� yeah, sure" I got up and got a tissue box from the bookshelf and handed it to her.

"I get so wet watching this stuff, my panties will soak through to my pants if I don't keep it wiped up. You too, huh?" And with that, she took a tissue in her hand, reached down inside her sweat pants and actually wiped her pussy.

This was the first time I knew I had to address what was happening. She had asked me a direct question and there was no avoiding it. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind in a flash. I wasn't offended by what was on the screen. I was just shocked by the situation. This was all just a simple misunderstanding of the term "chick flix". Susan was my best friend and obviously was grateful to have someone that she thought understood her intimate needs, needs her husband did not understand, and someone that she trusted to share them with. The last thing I wanted to do was embarrass her. I decided that no harm could come of us sharing this experience as best friends.

"Sure, the damn thing is just like a faucet" I replied and smiled.

She giggled. "Ain't it great? Looks like you like this video alright." She was looking at my chest.

I looked down. My nipples were clearly visible under my tight tank top. The video so far had had a pronounced effect on me. There was no denying what her eyes could see. I shrugged, smiled, and said, "Well, I have my fine points"

"So I see" She giggled.

By now, the scene on the video had changed. Two different tall blondes were in a kitchen together. One was fucking the other with a cucumber while sucking her delicious looking tits. The vegetable stretched her cunt lips wide. She worked her hips to meet each thrust.

Susan looked at me. "If only cooking dinner was always that much fun. I would never leave the kitchen." She giggled. "Need a tissue yet?"

While the video was making my pussy moist, I was not to the point of dripping. She took another tissue, reached down inside her sweat pants and wiped herself. I could see a slight shudder pass through her as the soft tissue rubbed over her labia. She laid the tissue on the coffee table in front of her with the other one. I could see her wetness glisten on it. But I thought, this could embarrass her if it is just a one-person thing. I reached out and took one. I had never touched myself in front of another woman. She had seemed so un-self-conscious when she had wiped herself. I took the tissue and reached down inside my lounge pants. My hand was met with a raising heat and musky aroma from my pussy. I ran the tissue over my pussy lips. I caught my breath as I did so. It felt better than I had planned.

Back on the screen the blonde holding the cucumber and fucking her partner with it was now on her knees. Her tongue was flickering over her partner's openly displayed clit. The woman being licked was leaning back and tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulders. Whether her cum was real or acted I couldn't tell but it seemed convincing to me.

"Wow" I heard Susan whisper. "That is awesome� and beautiful, isn't it?"

I heard my own voice whisper hoarsely in response "Yes, it is." I looked down at the other end of the couch. My best friend was looking at me. Our eyes met and held; the tension was incredible. I could see her hard nipples poking out on her soft tits. I looked down. I could actually see a wet spot between her thighs! She was looking at me in a way she never had. We both giggled nervously at the same time.

"Need another tissue?" I asked trying to break the tension even more.

"Shit, too late now" Susan giggled. "I'm soaked through already. You got a blanket or something for me to cover up with?"

"Sure." I got one for her assuming she would simply cover her lap. She draped it over her lap, but then she wiggled under the blanket and pulled out her sweat pants. Her t-shirt followed almost immediately. Seconds later her panties appeared in her hand.

"There. Now I don't have to worry about getting them wetter. This is much more comfy. Just like I watch at home"

My senses were starting to overload. My best friend was now sitting under a blanket, only three feet away from me, completely naked. Not only naked but completely turned on while watching a very exciting lesbian porn video. I had to admit that she wasn't the only one completely turned on. My pussy was now in full flow. I could feel the moisture build at the entrance to my cunt, the moisture condense to liquid, and the liquid began to run down from my lips toward my ass. It tickled. This time I really did need a tissue. Susan intently watched me pick one up. As I slid the tissue over my pussy lips and into the crack of my ass, I could not help but shiver at the delicious sensations that passed through me. Pleasure radiated out from my pussy to all points of my body and back.

Susan could not help but see my reaction. "Did that feel good or are you cold?"

"Maybe I should get a blanket too," I laughed nervously.

She held up a corner of her blanket. "Want to share mine?"

I couldn't see all of her naked body, but I could see her graceful shoulders, most of the breast closest to me, her womanly curved side, and her very smooth thighs.

"You normally stay dressed when you watch these alone?"

I was so turned on by her beauty, her warmth, her friendship, and the intimacy of our situation, that I no longer cared about the mix up about watching "chick flix". I smiled at her and simply said, "No."

I pulled my tank top up over my head; my tits rising firmly and proudly as my arms went over my head I smiled at her and she smiled back, her tongue sliding over her lips as she saw my tits for the first time. I hooked my thumbs into my lounge pants, and pushed them to my knees. Gravity took over and they fell around my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood nude in front of my lust-filled best friend.

I sat down next to her and she draped the blanket over me. I snuggled up to her, thrilling at the feel of her warm soft skin against mine. My tits were rubbing against her arm. Our hips were pressed together.

"Mmmmm�. This is nice," I whispered. I tilted my head up and lightly kissed her on the cheek.

"Yes, it is." She looked at me and we let all the final inhibitions crash away. Her lips met mine. Our lips parted and her tongue was in my mouth. I sucked hungrily, passionately on it. My hand found her tits at the same time her hand found the inside of my thighs. I caressed her nipples. She ran her finger up my pussy to my clit. We both gasped at the touching. I leaned over and took her nipple in my mouth, kissing it, sucking it, and loving it. She parted my pussy lips and began to finger my cunt with first one and then two fingers. Her fingers explored deep in me, sending waves of pleasure throughout me. I had to touch her as she was touching me. While I sucked on her tits, my hand dropped to her thighs and she parted them eagerly. My face rose back to hers and our mouths pressed together. I was finger fucking my best friend and she was finger fucking me. There was no embarrassment or self-consciousness. There was only two women, best friends, caring for, and pleasing each other. I could feel my orgasm start to build. I could feel her cunt grow hotter and tighter on my fingers. Her fingers probed deeper in to me as my hips thrust against her hand. My hand became covered with the incredible amount of pussy juice she was secreting. Magically, we came at the same time. We moaned and whimpered into each other's mouth as our cunts exploded on each other's fingers. I could feel her nipples pressed into my tits and she could undoubtedly feel mine in return. We kept each other high on our mutual orgasm, hips working together, pussies exploding together, lips and tongues pressed together.

And then, like the lesbians we had seen only a short time before we began to shift our position. We were lying side-to-side, able to devour the other's tits; biting, pulling, sucking, kissing them. Without a word or a signal, we were suddenly kissing each other's tummies, playfully licking each other's belly button. And then we took the final step. Her pubic hair tickled my nose as I moved the last few inches toward her pussy. I could already feel the heat and smell her intoxicating oils. There was no hesitation now.

My face was right at her pussy. Hers was at mine. I gladly reached around her thighs and spread them. Her pussy opened up in front of my mouth. I could feel her do the same to me. My mouth covered her pussy and, like a lover, I began to French kiss it. My tongue probed into the mouth of her cunt in the same way it had probed her mouth seconds before. Her tongue was exploring my pussy, teasing and caressing my clit. I put a finger into her as my mouth found her clit and began to suck on it. I felt two of her fingers slide into me, thrilling me. Then one of them was removed and I felt it press lightly at my ass. I mumbled some sort of encouragement, muffled by her pussy humping my face. I felt her finger break the seal of my ass and then she began to double fuck me with her fingers; one in my cunt and one in my ass.

The triple stimulation of her tongue and two fingers took me higher and higher. I took her clit in my mouth, sucking it, licking, and caressing it with my tongue. Her hips worked feverishly on my face. It was though we were both racing to see who could help the other cum first. She won. As my orgasm washed over me, waves of incredible pleasure hitting my cunt, my hips thrust hard against her hand and face. I tried to concentrate on pleasuring her but my orgasm won out and I rose up, pressing my cunt hard down on her face. My hands came up and grasped my tits hard and I pulled at my nipples trying to create every possible sensation of pleasure I knew my body was capable of. My rubbed my freely flowing pussy all over her face. I could feel her tongue trying to catch every drop of my juices.

In her passion, she reached up and roughly grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me back down to her pussy. Her roughness was induced by her need to cum, and I knew this. As I was still gasping from my intense orgasm, my mouth once again found her clit. Two fingers slid easily into her saturated but unsated cunt. I licked. I sucked. I finger fucked her. I could feel her gripping my hips, licking my ass, and I could hear her begin to moan more loudly. I wanted to please her the same way she had pleased me, even more if that was possible. Her hips worked up and down to meet the thrusts of my fingers. Her hips swiveled back and forth to enhance the actions of my tongue on her clit.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god�" became her mantra of pleasure. Then she came for me. Her hips thrust up hard and froze. I could actually feel her cunt muscles contracting around my fingers. Her hot juice gushed out, coating my hand. Her clit hardened under my tongue. Her breath came to a stop as she became frozen in time and pleasure. Then she simply melted into a limp body below me.

I pulled my fingers from her and licked them clean. I turn back around and lay next to her, partially draped over her. Our tits met and our nipples kissed. I gently kissed my best friend on the lips.

"Watching chick flix has never been like this before for me" I whispered to her.

"Yeah" she said as our tongues teased and her hand found my still demanding pussy. "Ain't it great?"

Jane's first Desire

I was seventeen at the time, my first trip away from home with all the excitement that brings. I was very pretty, no sense in being falsely modest now, although at the time I don't believe I realised just how pretty I was. Not too tall and not too short, with nicely shaped breasts that could be described as pert I suppose, and a figure that was, well, it was balanced. Long highlighted dark hair rested upon my shoulders, framing a face that was kinda round and, I have been told, cute. Brown eyes and a small nose completed the picture. No WOW factor then, nothing dramatic, but overall, defiantly attractive. My best feature? Well I did have, and still have for that matter, very nicely shaped smooth long legs. Which even now, I love to show off.

What was I doing on that train? Well, I was getting away from my boyfriend, that's what. He had taken me on holiday to the French Alps to ski. And, of course, to take my cherry. Like an idiot, and just like countless women before me, I thought that was not everything he was after. That he wanted me for myself, not just for my pussy. Not that I was unenthusiastic, I wanted my cherry taken badly, but it was just such a disappointment when it finally happened. I suppose he was young and inexperienced just as I was, so in retrospect, I shouldn't be so hard on the guy. It took Gilly, and her husband, Andre, to show me and make me understand what it was I was missing.

They were French; well they would be this being France. I am English, did I forget to tell you that? And I had left my boyfriend to ski by himself, finally tired of his crude and selfish demands on my body. So I was fairly depressed, and I was alone. Figuratively and actually, sitting in this sleeping compartment, going home. And that's when they walked into my life and changed it forever.

Gilly walked in first, followed by her husband, and they both sat down next to each other and opposite me. They had discovered I was English the moment they entered when they asked me if the compartment was free and, and as soon as they discovered my fractured French, they switched effortlessly to English Which, I have to say, they spoke in that particularly sexy way the French do when speaking English. Andre's voice was a low growl which made my skin tingle, while Gill's was soft and almost husky. I found them both immediately attractive. The French accent is deliciously sexy, and now, for reasons I will shortly explain, it is forever an aphrodisiac to me.

As they sat down, they openly looked me over from head to toe, then turned to each other with what looked like a private smile, before turning back to me and asked me why I was alone, did I not have a boyfriend? I felt my face flush, as much from the openly appreciative looks I was receiving as from the direct question. I stammered out some form of explanation, which they seemed to accept. We chatted and after about an hour, Andre disappeared and returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses. I had relaxed more now and was enjoying our conversation. We had the whole night to pass before we reached Paris, so why not? And the French drink wine like we do water. So they are used to it, but I defiantly was not.

By about midnight, we were all inebriated and laughing continuously. I felt as though I had known them for years. We had locked the compartment door and had settled down for the night. The beds were lowered and we sat upon them, continuing to drink our wine. Gilly was wearing a long dress, cut provocatively almost to her waist, and as she sat she would often cross and uncross her lovely legs. I found myself unable not to steal glances, watching her every movement. She moved in a fluid, sensual way, never hurried, always elegant. I felt clumsy by comparison.

She would often rest her hand on her husband's thigh as she talked, sometimes rather high I thought, as her fingers would gently caress his upper leg. Andre appeared not to notice. But, was it my imagination, or was that a growing bulge I detected inside his pants? I quickly moved my eyes away and glanced up to find Andre had spotted my stare. Embarrassed at been caught openly staring, I glanced quickly at Gill but she just smiled at me, and offered me some more wine. Nevertheless, I could feel my face flushing hotly once again. As she offered me the wine she leaned forward and placed her cool free hand upon my knee as if to balance, but the touch made me tingle in those hidden places like suppressed electricity.

She looked up at my face, then, putting the wine down, she pushed a stray hair from my forehead.

You are feeling alright, Jane? She asked me, looking concerned.

Being so close to me now, I breathed in her perfume, the scent from her, the effect of the wine and my heightened state, made me almost dizzy.

No, no, really I am fine, just a little hot� I managed to croak in reply, my mind spinning, from the wine or excitement I do not know.

I think you have too much wine, no? She told me with a smile as she sat back.

I swallowed, my throat dry, and nodded.

Just sit back and relax Jane, close your eyes, it will pass�

I did just that, my head against the vibrating wall, as I tried to steady myself. It was just the wine, and my hormones, I told myself. I will be all right in a few seconds. But the touch of her hand on my leg replayed itself in my mind. I could not explain the thrill of excitement it had given me. I felt hot, and not just on my face, that most secret part of me was burning and defiantly moist. I did not consider myself at all gay, but had, like most women, wondered what it would be like to go with another woman.

They were, in fact, both terribly attractive to me. What was wrong with me? Was all this simply the wine? Andre was very good looking, sophisticated and intelligent. All were individually good points, but in this combination, simply devastating. I saw him more than once cast an approving eye over my body, especially towards my legs, encased as they were in a very short skirt. And I admit I teased him, briefly showing him glimpses of the top of my legs from time to time. I felt safe; he was with his wife after all. But then, I had also caught Gilly staring at my legs and at my breasts also. These were plainly visible, my top shirt buttons open revealing the smooth shape of the top of my cleavage. I wore no bra and my nipples had sprung to attention, brushing teasingly against the fabric, making them even more erect and prominent. She had seen me catch her glance, and had just smiled another devilish smile directly back at me. I had flushed in embarrassment yet again, to my annoyance. And more in a little excitement it has to be admitted.

I sighed to myself, opened my eyes and looked up to see them both engaged in a kiss. A really deep kiss, a very sensuous kiss. I watched them, my eyes widening as she leaned across him and kissed him. She was sitting on his left and, as she kissed him, she rested her hand on his shoulder. It seemed obvious to me that she had initiated the kiss. I looked away, not wanting to invade their privacy, but my eyes dragged themselves back despite my good intentions. I gave up and watched.

Her hand moved up to the side of his hidden face, caressing him. It was terribly intense and highly erotic to me. I felt again that I shouldn't be watching, but the erotic display before me, simply enslaved me. As I watched, she slid her hand down his arm to his thigh and then incredibly, brazenly, she massaged the bulge of his crotch, which even to my innocent eyes seemed packed with something very large. My mouth dropped open at this sexy display being performed in front of me. I looked up from her fondling hand only to see Gilly looking back at me with a dreamy half-smile. Andre was now kissing her neck. She licked her lips slowly at me and then closed her eyes. My embarrassment was now replaced by a hot wetness in my pants as I watched entranced.

Gilly's hand was now working Andre's zipper, working it down, trying to release the captured erection clearly outlined now. My heart was beating hard as I watched her release his cock from within its confines. Her hand snaked inside and slowly pulled out his penis. Once free, it almost seemed to spring out, unbending itself into a vertical vision of desire, a lovely shaped penis with a magnificent and purple mushroom of a head, crowning the thick corded shaft. I gulped, my mouth suddenly dry at the sight. My boyfriend had nothing on this monster. Gilly ran her fingers lightly along its full length as she returned to kiss his mouth. Then, slowly, she lowered her head to his lap and kissed the tip of his wonderful cock. I watched her pink tongue flick out, tasting around the tip as Andre let his head fall back against the seat, abandoning himself to her pleasure giving. I heard him moan in satisfaction at her kisses. His cock-head glistened with the wet saliva from her tongue as she lapped around the head, as it twitched and jerked with her every teasing touch.

My hand was inside my shirt now, twisting one very erect nipple; the other hand snaked down between my legs. I didn't care anymore, this was just too erotic to miss out on. I saw Gilly look at me and smile that smile of hers once again and then she lowered her lips over his cock and sucked in the head, watching me all the while as she did so. Down she went, the shaft of his cock disappearing deeper into her mouth, her eyes fixed on mine, but no further than half way, as she withdrew slowly, revealing now a very wet, deliciously twitching penis.

Then she snaked an arm towards me, offering me her hand. As I took it, she pulled me over to her, closer. Her hand went around my neck as she pulled my head down to her own and kissed me full on the lips. I resisted at first, never having kissed a woman before, a little scared, and my desire fighting my caution. Desire won, her lips touched mine again, softness unknown to me before. I closed my eyes as I melted. It was electric. Her tongue darted between my lips, fought, then captured and danced with my tongue. Soon I was sucking her writhing tongue with abandon, all caution thrown to the winds.

She broke the kiss, drew back slightly and brought Andre's cock to her lips, quickly sucking in the head once again, then withdrew and offered the throbbing dick held in her hands between us, to my face. I stared at the pulsing cock, then back at Gilly. She saw my hesitation, and again pulled my head down and brought my lips to his cock. It was her cock really, as it was under her control. I opened my lips slightly as she moved the cock with her hand, rubbing its hardness against my opening mouth. I flicked my tongue and tasted the heat, then wider as Gilly guided its head between my teeth. I needed no more encouragement than that. I hungrily took the throbbing tip into me and sucked it into my mouth.

It filled me, its heat electrifying, as I suckled on that soft but hard head of hot cock. I looked up to see Gill watching me with her half-closed eyes as I devoured her husband's penis. She leant forward and licked at its shaft, up to where I was swallowing the tip. I released the cock between us, as we both licked around the cock-head together. Over the top we went, meeting with our lips, kissing, sucking on each other's darting, searching tongues, then back to devour the thick cock between us in turns. Andre was moaning, his groans sending more shivers of excitement through me as I felt the tension increase in his cock, growing bigger, expanding more with his passion. Feverishly we both now sucked on his penis, two, three sucks each, as we passed the engorged penis back and forth between us. Gilly was now moving her hand and mine as we both gripped the thick shaft, rubbing feverishly and quickly up and down the long length. He was close, and then I felt it, and at the same instant, Andre moaned out noisily, as the thick shaft pulsed in my hand as he ejaculated in a thick stream up into the air. Semen flew everywhere as pulse after pulse flew out assisted by our pumping hands. Gilly hungrily watched the first few spurts before closing her mouth over the tip to catch and swallow her husband's spurting climax. She then withdrew and offered me the still pulsing dick, which I also sucked hungrily on, and was rewarded with the taste of two more gushes of hot cum on my lips, the slightly salty taste delicious. The head softened slightly, deflating with the release of passion, but still I sucked, draining him, until the softening cock slipped out.

As soon as it did, Gilly kissed me. Full and deeply, then all over my face, I did the same for her, and we fell back onto the opposite bed. My bed. She was on top of me. She moved down my neck, kissing me all the time, down to the valley of my breasts. I lay back panting, letting her have her way with me. I didn't care anymore and I cried out as she found first one nipple, sucking it fiercely, twirling its hardness with her tongue, and leaving it, moving to the next one, repeating her torture again.

My shirt was open fully now, my breasts free, as she took advantage of them now, swallowing them whole, the soft flesh enveloped inside her hot mouth. She left them, her lips trailing down my belly, down to that place that cried out for her touch. Her hands raised my skirt, hooked under my panties, pulled them down quickly over my legs. The cool air touched my hot pussy erotically, as I lay bare to her gaze. But only for a second as the coolness of the air upon my swollen pussy lips was quickly replaced by the heat of her hot breath. And the soft touch from her lips. Then her darting tongue dipped into me and I cried out at the new raw sensation. She expertly found my clit and tortured it remorselessly. Flicking the tender nub. Fire leaped up into my belly as she worked on me. I clamped my legs around her waist, drawing her into me, wanting her deeper, wanting her to fill me. I came explosively then, shuddering against her mouth, crushing her into me, again and again I came, how many times I don't recall, it seemed to last forever, such was the intensity of my release.

I had never before felt that much pleasure, for the first time I lost my senses in its release, as waves washed over me, I lay shuddering in her arms. I felt other arms caress me, and discovered Andre lay alongside, I had forgotten completely about him in my passion. He kissed and fondled my back and sides as he undressed me completely. Gilly undressed also and soon all three of us were naked together. I lay in between them, Andre behind me, stoking me gently. I kissed and caressed Gilly for the first time, exploring her smallish firm breasts with their large erect nipples. Teased them, as I teased my own, and was rewarded by her soft moans. I bent my head and took one of them into my mouth, as she offered them to me, the first time I had tasted a woman's soft breast. It was delicious and exciting, so unexpectedly warm and erotic, as I let my tongue play over the nub of her nipple.

As I suckled her breasts, her hand moved sensuously down to my soaking pussy, a finger dipped and trailed over the swollen slippery lips. I moaned at the lite electric touch. I moved my own hand down to explore, and found her own pussy, smooth and clean shaven, her lips opened and slick with desire. I traced the outline, slipping one, then two fingers inside her hot cavern, looking for that hard nub of her pleasure. Finding it, she jumped at my touch, the erect nub sending her shivering. From behind, I felt Andre slide his erection between my legs along my pussy lips, fighting with Gilly's hand for the attention of my pussy. Suddenly Gilly shuddered and moaned, clamping her legs around my hand, humping my fingers inside her as she came. So quickly I felt the heat rush over my hand as she came. I was panting now, the excitement rising in me again.

Gilly moved away and turned around, searching for my clit with her lips. She raised her legs and presented her own pussy to my lips for attention. I hungrily accepted the offer. I felt my own legs being lifted as they were separated to allow free access to my soaking pussy. I dove my tongue into her clit, tasting her sweetness, her softness, teasing her, flicking her erect nub. Something hot and massive was pressing against my own pussy. Andre was pushing his huge cock at me, opening me up. Slowly, with each thrust he gained entry, filling me with his width and length as he entered me fully. He stopped, as I felt him pulse gently against the walls of my pussy. Then I felt Gilly trace her fingers around my stretched opening, delving in with her fingers and tongue between his cock and my pussy lips, searching for my clit, finding it, making me moan and writhe, as Andre stayed motionless deep within me.

Then he began to move, pulling almost fully out, before sliding his meat deeply into me again. At each thrust, Gilly tortured my clit with her fingers, rubbing me wildly. I clamped my mouth on her clit, forcing my tongue deep into her, to distract me from the overwhelming feelings flooding me. I started cumming, again and again as he fucked me with that huge cock and Gilly tortured me with her lips and fingers. The world receded into simple pleasure and torment and I must have passed out.

Because when I awoke, or came to, we were all asleep together. And that is how my story started, with Gilly asleep on my breast, Andre behind me. All peacefully rocked by the train. They had introduced me to a world of pleasure I could never have dreamed of. Now, at twenty, I in turn have met a young girl, who needs an introduction. Maybe I will tell you about that at another time. Who knows?

My adventures have only just begun�

Shower Girls

Look at Dani, one of the other girls squealed while wildly fingering her boiling pussy, she's suckin' Matti's hot cunt! Most of the girls were now furiously masturbating while staring at Dani literally eating the big blonde alive! Being Matti's best friend, Ricki pressed her body up against Matti's back and whispered into her ear, I just love watching you get sucked off! Matti's pussy was now absolutely on fire and in a halting voice gasped, Y-yessssss, pleassssssse, suck me, suck my hard fucking little clit!!! This was truly a sight to behold! Little Dani on her knees tonguing Matti's fat cunt while Ricki caressed and kissed her big plump ass! Pretty soon Ricki was kissing Matti deeply on the mouth while her pussy began to spasm uncontrollably as the little cunt lapper sucked and tongued her to ecstasy! Of course being best friends, Ricki and Matti took turns sucking each other almost every day, but as was usually the case, it was always just like the first time and incredibly arousing! She grabbed his friend by his tits, twisted the nipples roughly until her legs wobbled and her knees knocked while her own orgasm exploded in her own bulging cunt!!!

The shower was by now filled with sounds and smells of young women cumming in buckets all over the tile floor! What a show Matti, Ricki, and Dani had put on!!! I just love your big chest, Ricki sighed while slipping slowly to her knees in front of her friend, and just to show you how much, I'm gonna suck you off!!! W-we don't have much time, Matti stammered as Ricki kissed and licked her wet crack! Mmmmm, there's always time for this, Ricki sighed while nuzzling the incredible organ against her face, I just never get tired of licking it! Oh my fucking god, Matti moaned, y-you know just what I like, you hot mouthed bitch! Ricki loved hearing his friend extolling her oral technique, and without warning he began sucking on the bulbous clit like it was an all day sucker! In no time at all Matti was grabbing the shower head for support while her pussy wrenched hard for the second time in ten minutes, sending her over the proverbial cliff onto the rocks of Cum City!!! You love sucking cunt, don't you bitch? Matti asked through gritted teeth. Mmmm, yes, Rick mumbled without taking her mouth off the drooling organ. Matti's pussy shuddered out of control as it convulsed hard again, sending a gusher of hot cunt juice all over Ricki's eager face!!

It didn't take long for the news to get around school that Matti had let little Dani Nesson suck her off. It was almost like a badge of honor to have been allowed to suck on Matti's bionic pussy and gravity defying breasts! For the rest of the day Dani told anyone who would listen how Matti and selected her for a good hard cunt lapping! She was in the process of regaling Tammy Dunbar of her shower room escapade when she was overheard by her American Lit teacher, Mrs. Davis. The teacher of course had heard stories of Matti's sexual prowess, and on more than one occasion she had masturbated while wondering what it would be like to have the big titted blonde for her very own! Almost immediately her pussy drenched itself while she pictured little Dani on her knees paying homage to Matti's incredible pussy! For the next fifty minutes she struggled through the day's lesson with her pussy running on the ragged edge of orgasm, until when the period thankfully came to an end she asked Dani to stay late to discuss a problem.

After everyone had filed out of the classroom Dani asked quietly, What is it you need, Mrs. Davis? Mrs. Davis turned a bright shade of red and stammered, W-well you see it's like this, uh I just wondered, you see it's like this���. You want to show me your pussy, Dani whispered while staring wantonly at her teacher's crotch. Oh yesssssssssss, Mrs. Davis sighed while lifting her skirt, j-just for a minute! Dani's eyes were now focused on Mrs. Davis' groin, and when her big hairy muffy popped into view she gasped audibly, M-my god, it's beautiful!!! Do you really think so? Mrs. Davis asked proudly. Oh my yes, the little eighteen year old sighed while dropping to her knees with her mouth open, you have an absolutely lovely vagina, so fat and bushy, I just adore it! Seconds later the teacher was standing there in front of her desk with her cunt gaping open while the cutest little cunt lapper in the whole school had her way with her!!! Right away she knew why Matti had wanted the little slut to suck her! She was just so fucking adorable, and talented too!!! It didn't really take long, only about two minutes until her entire body shuddered while Dani's aggressive tongue bored in and brought the middle aged teacher to a stunning climx!!! And of course just like all good little cunt lappers she cleaned up the entire pussy with her mouth and tongue, leaving it spic and span and ready for more action!!!

After giving her teacher a knowing wink Dani gathered up her books and offered softly, That's two hot cunts in one day, I just must be living right!!!

Private Girl School

I'd like to tell you about what happened to me a little while ago. I'm still at school, and my friend Jackie and I enjoy hoisting up our skirts and wearing skimpy undies (or none at all!) to try and turn on the men teachers. It gives us quite a thrill to see the bulges in their
trousers when we cross our legs and flash our crotches at them! Anyway, last week, Jackie and I were at games, and we were showering afterwards, soaping each other up and generally getting quite excited: Jackie has a nice slim body with pert tits that really stand out on her chest, topped with little pink nipples that stick out through her top (she hardly ever wears a bra). I noticed in the showers that she had shaved her pubes, leaving her crack naked, so you could see her lips clearly. We were enjoying our shower so much that we were the last to finish, as usual. Of course, what with all the soaping, our teenage bodies soon started to get all excited. Jackie's nipples were sticking out even more than usual, and she was breathing heavily, and I could feel my cunt getting hot and sticky. As I was soaping Jackie's heaving tits, oblivious to anything else, the soap slipped out of my hand and fell on the floor. I bent down to pick it up, presenting a great view of my tight little snatch to Jackie. All of a sudden, I felt something pushing into the entrance to my virgin cunt. I looked round to see Jackie, grinning all over her face as she worked two fingers inside me. Now I have had plenty of lesbian fun before with my schoolmates, so I knew what to expect as I reached behind me and spread my bum cheeks to expose more of my hot cunt. The shower was still going, the water splashing onto me, making my snatch and ass tingle as Jackie continued to finger fuck me. "Hang on a mo, Jackie" I gasped, "I'm going to fall over soon! Let's get comfortable. Then I knelt down on the floor, my ass in the air, and Jackie knelt behind me and spread my cunt wide before lapping at my juices, which were by now pouring out of me. "Ooh, that's good" I moaned, "Lick my clit and make me come! I felt Jackie's tongue work its way along my slit, probing into my hidden folds and secret places, until it found the little bud of my clit. Spreading me further to expose it, she started flicking the tip of her tongue across it, and licking at me with long strokes of her pointy pink tongue. I could feel the climax well up in me as she continued to stimulate my clit, and my snatch became more and more juiced up. As a wave of orgasm hit me, I trembled with pleasure and moaned softly, while my cunt juices covered Jackie's face and she lapped them up greedily. I lay there for a moment with Jackie licking at me, before she lifted her face and said "Well, that's got me all horny! What wouldn't I give for a stiff prick inside me now! "Well, you'll have to make do with my fingers. I said, kneeling up and turning to face her. "Oh well", she said, grinning, "That'll have to do, I suppose." With that, she lay back and spread her legs. I knelt between her thighs and leaned forward to lick her nipples, which stiffened even more. "Oh God", she said, "that's nice! With one hand, I groped down under me until I found her shaved mound. It felt so smooth and soft that my cunt clenched with lust as I stroked it. Feeling further down, I ran a finger down into her sopping slit, slipping it in and out of her love hole. She was so big that I was able to slide a second finger in, and then I started thrusting them in and out, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I carried on licking her delicious tits. "What are you two still doing here?" came a voice from the entrance to the shower room. I looked round to see Mr. Robinson, our games teacher, standing there. As I gaped, he turned off the shower and said "Well? What is the meaning of this disgusting behavior? You know I'm going to have to report you two for this, don't you? Mr. Robinson was quite good looking, but strict. I knew that he would report us to the headmistress, and that could be very awkward: she really enjoyed punishing us young schoolgirls, and we all thought that she was probably a dyke, anyway. Still, having just had my snatch thoroughly licked out by Jackie, I was feeling very horny, and I couldn't stop myself staring at the front of his tracksuit bottoms as an idea came to me. "You wouldn't want us to get into trouble, Mr. Robinson, would you?" I pouted, sticking out my little teenage tits. Behind me, Jackie had knelt up, and was making a big point of licking her lips as she fondled her own pussy. As I watched, I could see a bulge rise in the front of his tracksuit. "I mean, it's not as if we wouldn't make it worth your while... I said, walking over to him and feeling the outline of his now rigid cock through the trousers. Quick as a flash, I pulled them down and his stiff rod swung free. "Look at this, Jackie" I said, "you said you wanted a good stiff one - here it is!" With that, I knelt down in front of him and started licking the head of his cock. He was huge, and as my tongue slurped round his helmet, he got even stiffer and bigger. I opened my lips and started to take him into my mouth, sliding my lips over his shaft and caressing it with my tongue. When I had got him right inside me, he started to thrust back and forward, fucking my mouth and getting more and more turned on. I could taste his come as a little bit leaked from the tip of his huge cock. Meanwhile, Jackie was watching us, fingering her cunt, as she got more excited with our horny antics. Unable to keep away any longer, she came closer and started to fondle his hairy balls, which were full of come. Before I could make him spurt, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and said "Bend over, I'm going to fuck that tight little teenage cunt of yours." I turned round and leaned forward, presenting my juicy fanny to him. I had never been so brazen before, and I was really enjoying myself! With one hand he spread me, before plunging his huge tool deep into my wet cunt. I could feel his thick shaft pushing my cunt walls apart, and as he started to shag me, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting deep into me, I could feel his cock throb inside me. I cried out to Jackie, "Come and finger my clit! Make me come! She came over and, reaching under me, started to stroke my bud, sending waves of pleasure throbbing through me. The clenching of my cunt as I started to climax started the games teacher off, and he started to buck and thrust harder as his cock began to spurt, sending his come splashing deep into me. He pulled out, still pumping spunk in me, and as his cock slurped out of my snatch, the last spurt shot over my ass, covering me in creamy juice. Straight away, Jackie got in front of him and said, "Lie down, I want to lick you clean. He did that, quickly ripping off the rest of his clothes, and Jackie crouched between his legs and started to lick and suck his cock, which before very long grew stiff again. "Oh good", she said, "now it's my turn! With that, she turned her back on him and, straddling him with her legs, squatted over his cock. Holding it with one hand, she slowly lowered herself onto it, easing it length into her, sighing with pleasure. She was fondling her clit with one hand and stroking his balls with the other when I walked over and said, "Let me do that", and crouched down between his thighs licking the base of his prick, up her slit, to find her throbbing clit. I spread her with my fingers so that I could really give her a good sucking, enjoying the feeling of her cunt clenching round his cock as each wave of pleasure spread out from her clit, and watching as his prick stretched her cunt round it as it penetrated her. As she rode him, she took over stroking her own clit, her eyes closed in ecstasy, biting her lip and moaning with pleasure at the sensations of a big dick inside her and the stimulation she was giving herself. I went round and knelt over his face, thrusting my muff forward at him. "Lick me out, I ordered. His tongue started to lap around my folds, exploring me and seeking out my pleasure zones. Every now and then, he would push it into me, fucking me with it, before flicking it around over my now sensitive clit. The more he licked my juices up, the hornier I became, until I was writhing around with the pleasure of it. Meanwhile, Jackie was getting near to her climax, and was bouncing up and down on the games teacher's cock, getting as much of it inside her as she could, all the while rubbing frantically at her clit. Suddenly she cried out as she came, wriggling on the thick prick inside her. As her cunt gripped his shaft, he started to orgasm inside her. I could see the look of pleasure on her face as her tight snatch pumped the come from his cock into her. As he came, his tonguing became more frantic, and he thrust his tongue inside me, bringing me off as well. We collapsed in a heap on the floor, covered in each other's come, to recover. Then he took us home in his car.


Just up the road from the school I go to is a boys school. Quite often, we sneak out at lunch break to hang around outside, flashing our panties as the boys come out. It really embarrasses them when they have to walk along with a hard-on making their trousers bulge. Anyway, one day after school, Jackie and me were hanging around by the bike sheds, talking about how we liked to be fucked when we suddenly had this feeling of being watched. We looked around to see a head disappear behind the fence. "Somebody's spying on us, Jackie said. "Let's go and catch the little creep", I replied, and we both
rushed out after whoever it was. As we ran out of the school, we saw that it was one of the boys from the school up the road. We carried on chasing him, and he ran for ages before taking a turning into the local fields. When we got to the turning, we looked across the field, and saw him still running towards the woods. "Quick, we'll catch him now!" said Jackie, and we both ran after him. Just as he got into the woods, we caught up with him, and Jackie grabbed him from behind while I ran round in front of him. "You little spy!" I shouted at him, "I'll teach you to listen in on our conversations! With that, I
pushed him to the ground and slapped him. "How dare you spy on us!" I shouted. He kept trying to free himself, struggling and wriggling to escape, and as I knelt astride him to stop him getting up, his body rubbing against my crotch started to turn me on, and I could feel the gusset of my knickers get damp with my juice. "I know what we can do to teach him a lesson." I said to Jackie, "If he wants to know about our private lives we'll show him". "Good idea!" said Jackie, and she started to pull his trousers down. "Ooh, he's lovely and stiff!" she said, as she pulled off his briefs, "I think he must have been playing
with himself while he was watching us talking!" I looked round from where I was holding him down, and gasped when I saw his cock: it was thick and rigid, with big veins standing out on it. At its tip, a little drop of come glistened where it had escaped. Jackie held his shaft with one hand, and spread the come around with her finger, making the tip of his rod slippery and wet. She started to stroke his balls, and as they tightened, I felt him slowly stop struggling under me. I climbed off him and took my soaking knickers off, exposing my bare cunt to the cool evening air. Jackie started to jerk the boy's shaft, pulling the skin up and down, caressing his balls with her other hand, and I could see that he was starting to pant with lust as he watched me finger my own naked cunt. I knelt over his face, facing Jackie, and lowered my snatch over his mouth, spreading my lips wide to expose my fleshy pink folds. "Lick me out," I ordered him, "Push your tongue inside me." He started to probe me with his tongue, poking it clumsily into my cunt and spreading my juices around, and lapping at my throbbing clit. Suddenly, I felt his tongue push into me and his body stiffen as Jackie lowered her mouth over his cock and slid a slim finger into his asshole. She wasn't sucking him for long before his hips started to thrust and he started to moan. "Don't waste his come, Jackie, I said, climbing off and kneeling with my wet, open snatch positioned over his shaft while Jackie stood up and started to undress. I started to lower myself gently onto him, working his tool into my tight teenage pussy, feeling my cunt open up like a flower to take him into me. As I rode him, his dick grew even stiffer and thicker inside me, pumping up and down and making my cunt grow hotter and wetter. By now, Jackie had taken all her clothes off, and was squatting over the boy's face, and pulling his head into her crotch, shouting "Lick my cunt!" while she rubbed herself against him. I started to come, frantically fingering my clit as a climax started to well up inside me. The clenching of my tight cunt around his cock set him off, and I could feel him thrusting up to meet me, his prick twitching and jerking as his balls started to pump his come into me. As his hot juice started to spurt inside me, my orgasm hit me and I rubbed my clit in a frenzy while my vagina clenched around the throbbing flesh inside me. Jackie was now juiced up and ready to go as she climbed off him. His licking had left her soaking wet with her juices oozing from her warm cunt, and her lips were stiff and engorged, protruding between her legs. "Lie down, and let me lick that cream out of you" she said, helping me off the stiff prick that impaled me. I stood up, my legs trembling, and lay her back before turning round and kneeling over her face, positioning my head between her thighs. I felt her pull my buttocks down to her, and she started to lap at my slit, which was still so sensitive from my climax that I gasped with pleasure as her tongue probed into me and licked me clean. I lowered my face to her gash, and lapped up her warm juices, savoring her musky scent, and lashing her stiff clit with my tongue. We rolled over until I was on my back beneath her, still with my tongue embedded inside her tight snatch, and her thighs clamped around my face as she quivered in ecstasy while she licked and sucked at my cunt. Suddenly, the boy appeared above me and I was treated to the sight of the huge prick that had penetrated my young snatch being gently thrust into Jackie. I felt her moan as her lips were spread wide
by the huge helmet, and I watched every inch of the shaft slide smoothly into her. As he pushed it right in, I lapped at his balls, and at Jackie's clit, watching her thrust her hips back to bury more of his stiff length inside her. The pace of her licking at my juicy flesh increased, and her tongue flicked across my clit, making me juice up again, and making my lips swell and part with pleasure. He started to plunge in and out of her, and I could hear the soft slurp as her pussy swallowed up his length with each thrust, leaving it glistening and wet as it slid out again. Her cunt was twitching and clenching around him as waves of lustful pleasure engulfed her, and she started to moan softly with pleasure. I carried on licking both of them, and I felt her push first one, then two fingers into my snatch as she continued to lick me out, before taking her weight on her elbows and spreading me wide so she could bury her face inside me. I was gasping with pleasure: the licking I was getting, together with the horny sight of my best friend's cunt being thoroughly fucked right in front of my face was almost too much to bear. I could see her climax beginning almost before she realized it herself. Her clit swelled and started to protrude from between her folds, making it easier for me to caress it with my tongue, and her fleshy lips swelled even more. Her legs started to tremble. The boy's balls tightened as he started to come inside her, then suddenly he cried out and thrust hard into her, his buttocks clenching with the force of his orgasm. As his come splashed into her, her cunt started to climax and I was treated to the sight of her juicy snatch pulsating and throbbing as the waves of orgasm rolled over her. It was all too much for me - my hips arched, ramming my open gash into her face as my own orgasm hit me and I cried out and writhed under her, pushing my face into her snatch and licking her throbbing clit and slurping her juices while the waves of pleasure flowed over me. The boy pulled his cock out of Jackie, and a rush of come and her juices followed it, which I lapped up eagerly before sucking him clean. It took us a while to recover from our lust session in the woods, but it left me with a taste for the outdoor life.


It had been a long journey, and I was pleased to get to the hotel and rest. I was lying on the settee, with my back to the door, just dozing off. I had showered and changed into the latex gear that had been left for me in the room and my suitcase was lying open on the bed waiting for me to unpack it. The dress was low- cut, with a zipper down the back which I had left undone down to my waist for comfort, while under it I was wearing a pair of soft latex knickers together with a pair of rubber stockings, held up with a suspender belt of similar material - not normally the sort of things I would wear, but then a girl's got to earn a crust somehow, hasn't she? I must have drifted off to sleep, because I started to dream that my breasts were being stroked. It was just the feeling I wanted, and I slid down on the settee so I was lying along it. Then, quite suddenly, I felt a cool wet sensation accompanying the stroking. I awoke, and realized that it was not a dream at all - a man had come into the room and was kneeling beside me, smearing a tube of KY jelly over my breasts through the dress, kneading them and tweaking the nipples through the rubber. I purred with pleasure and arched my back to push my tits out for more of this sensual massage, before sitting up. He helped me to my feet, then turned me round so my back was facing him, then he slowly undid the belt, then reached round behind me and
felt his hands reach round me and cup my breasts, covering them in KY jelly, which he smoothed over my skin, making them sensitive and slippery. As he stroked them, he kept tweaking my nipples, which soon became erect, throbbing and tingling, as they grew stiffer. Then he pulled my dress down to the floor, and I stepped out of it, leaving only my kinky underwear, which he started to stroke the outside of, covering it in KY jelly and making it extremely slippery. The rubber that the knickers were made of was so thin that it was as if I wasn't wearing anything as the guy rubbed and stroked every private fold and crevice through the rubber, concentrating particularly on my now throbbing snatch. By now, I was beginning to get particularly horny myself: every now and again, his hand would brush across my stiff clit, and the sensations would surge through my whole body. I started to moan softly, writhing around with pleasure as his fingers rubbed and aroused my most sensitive areas time and again. Just as I thought I was going to climax, the tantalizing massage stopped. I looked round to see what was going on, and watched my mystery lover clambering out of his clothes. Last to go were a pair of tight briefs, in which were outlined every detail of a stiff throbbing cock. That really got my juices flowing, and I could feel the dampness spreading inside the knickers. He slipped the briefs off and I was rewarded with the sight of a fully erect prick swinging free. Before I could do anything, he had come up behind me, and slid a hand inside the panties. I could feel that his fingers were covered in cool slippery KY jelly, and as he probed around inside my knickers, the jelly was being spread all over my cunt, until he found my soaking slit. The other hand, also covered in KY, slipped inside the knickers, and while he held my pussy open with the first hand, the other one smeared the slippery gel all over my already juiced up snatch. It was all too exciting, and I suddenly felt the urge to have his face buried in my pussy. I took his wrists and pulled his hands out of my panties, then turned round and just said, "Lie down- I want you to tongue me now." Without a word, he got down on the floor with his stiff prick sticking up, and lay back. Slowly, I slid the panties down then, totally naked except for a lot of KY and the stockings, I knelt with a leg each side of his face and lowered my musky pussy over his face. His hands gripped my pelvis and pulled me down to him, and he started to lick me out frantically, his rough tongue making long wet strokes from one end of my wet slit to the other, then probing and questing until it found my aching clit, which he licked and licked before returning to the rest of my cunt, pausing occasionally to push inside my hole, which was now completely covered in KY and love juice, which he was lapping up. I leaned forwards and took his stiff cock in my fist. Jerking it up and down a few times, I watched with satisfaction as the helmet twitched and a little drop of come appeared at the tip. I knew I was going to enjoy this! I lowered my head to his cock, and licked up and down the shaft, nibbling the skin, and flicking my tongue across the helmet. Then I opened my mouth and enveloped the head, pushing down until the whole length was inside, before sucking and licking his shaft, slipping it in and out of my mouth and relishing the feeling of this big hot prick twitching and jerking as I sucked him off. But once again, before I could come - and by now I was desperate for an orgasm - he rolled me off him so I was lying on my back next to him, but still with his cock in my mouth. He pulled out of me, and knelt between my thighs, his stiff and now saliva covered cock pointing directly at the entrance to my cunt. He moved forward a little, and I felt the head of his prick nudge my cunt lips apart and start to push into my love hole. It was just the feeling I was desperate for, and it was all I could do to hold off coming as the movement of his cock at the entrance of my cunt made my cunt lips rub on my sensitive clit. Ever so slowly, he slid his cock into me, pushing it in a little, then pulling it out slightly before pushing it in a bit further. I was on the brink of a huge climax, but still he wouldn't take me all the way. Having got his prick inside me, he started to slide it gently in and out. Lubricated by all the juices, it slid smoothly between my cunt walls, almost as if there was no friction at all - just enough to make me even hornier that I already was. Eventually, there was nothing I could do to hold back and, crying out as the climax hit I came, thrusting hips up at him and thrashing about as wave after wave o intense pleasure hit me and with each thrust I could feel hi shaft moving inside me and rubbing my cunt lips while my clit rubbed against his pubes and I gasped and cried out time and again before the sensations slowly subsided, leaving me limp and completely satiated. But it wasn't for long. He hadn't climaxed, and it seemed that having given me one huge orgasm, he wasn't going to leave it at that! His cock was still inside me, and he started to pump much more vigorously than before, shoving his cock right in so his balls bumped against my bum cheeks then pulling it right out and rubbing the head up and down my gash and over my clit before thrusting it back in again. I pulled his face down to mine, and kissed him, tasting my own juices on his tongue. Still he kept pumping away, and it wasn't long before I felt my cunt start to clench around his prick as my second orgasm loomed only seconds away. Sensing that I was about to come, he reached down with one hand, and started to tickle my clit as he pumped away at me, taking me over the edge for the second time. This time it was even better than before, and as he rode me I felt his cunt walls grip his shaft as he slid in and out of me. My cunt lips became even more engorged and stiff, opening up wide then with a rush of juices I came again, rolling around and bucking furiously, reaching round and pulling him further into me to make the sensations even stronger. Just as my orgasm finished, he pulled out of me, and he climbed out from between my thighs, his cock slippery and shiny, covered in m juices. He turned me over, and put me in a kneeling position with my bum up in the air. I was too overcome with my climaxes to do anything about it, and anyway, I felt so shameless kneeling there with my bum in the air exposing my juicy tight pussy to a total stranger that I started to feel quite horny again. I reached round and spread my cunt wide, and said "Mmm, come on then, make me come again! Nothing happened for a while, then I realized that he had found the dildos that were lying in my suitcase. I quivered in anticipation, willing him to choose the largest one, which I knew, was just what I needed up me right now. I was surprised when I felt something nudge against the entrance to my cunt, though - it was too hard and metallic to be a dildo or a real cock, and it wasn't until I felt a rush of cool wetness that I realized that he had just squirted the rest of the tube of KY up my cunt and over my bottom. I felt him fingering my snatch and rubbing the jelly over my bum cheeks and tight bum hole, scraping it into my crack and massaging it into my pink rosebud. Then I felt the familiar sensation of my favorite sex toy, an enormous vibrating dildo, covered in veins and with a bulbous helmet, push between my cunt lips, opening my cunt up as wide as it would go. Covered in KY, my pussy squelched and slurped as he slid the huge dildo up me, then started it pumping in and out of my eager snatch. I was just beginning to wonder whether I should tell him how to switch it on when he must have found the switch - the dildo burst into life, buzzing and throbbing inside me. I didn't think that the sensations could get any better, then I felt a finger slide slowly into my slippery bum hole, then start to rub the side of the huge vibrator from inside me. Once again, I couldn't hold back any longer against the delicious sensations inside me, and with my cunt poking up in the air and a false cock sticking out of it, and with a finger up my anus, I started to tremble with lust. Then I came like a train, rocking around, gasping and crying out and begging him to fuck me harder with the dildo. Then, before my orgasm had finished, the dildo was pulled out, and I felt him positioning the head of his cock inside me, before pushing it up me with one thrust which slid it all the way in. He started to ride me, and I pushed my bum up into his groin as his cock slammed repeatedly into my cunt. Then I felt the warm juice-covered vibrator teasing across my breasts, stimulating my nipples again. Somehow the climax
never finished, and I could still feel waves of lust and pleasure breaking over me with each thrust of the cock that was pushed up me. The constant clenching of my pussy round his shaft must have become too much, because quite suddenly, I felt the guy stiffen and gasp then his cock grew bigger inside me, started to twitch, then started to pump great gushes of hot come deep inside my waiting snatch. The feeling of his semen spurting into me just finished me off, and I felt my cunt throb and clench as it pumped every last drop of his precious come out of his thick cock. Totally exhausted, I toppled over with him still inside me, and we lay there for what seemed like ages before he gently slid out of me and helped me off with the rest of my rubber gear, before we went into the bathroom and washed the juices and KY of each other's bodies. Well, actually, we LICKED the juices of each other's bodies, THEN had a bath - some things are too good to waste.