Lesbian School Masterbation
She looked at me and said: “Boring isn’t it?” With my hand still on my pussy I nodded and closed my eyes. I felt so good and so relaxed. After a while I slowly brought my fingers to my mouth… From that day on, every time we had to view a film, I would go to the auditorium after passing first from the toilets to remove my pants. Sometimes I would sit right at the back with no one near me. Then, as soon as the lights were out, I would lift my skirt right up completely exposing my already dripping pussy, shamelessly spread my legs wide apart and masturbate using both my hands. With my left hand I would spread my pussy wide open and with my right hand I would rub my clit or fuck my dripping hole with my fingers.
Sometimes I was even inserting a finger up my asshole! I was masturbating and fantasizing all short of things but mainly I was I was thinking of a girl who had introduced me, when I was 13, to the pleasures of lesbian love. Every time I was thinking of her I had to touch myself. I was often masturbating at home before drifting to sleep but my orgasms at school were by far the strongest and most satisfying. I am sure now that it was the danger of getting caught or maybe the fact that I was doing something that was absolutely forbidden. Slowly I became addicted to masturbating at school. Twice a week in the auditorium was not enough for me anymore. I was trying to find a way to touch myself in class, in broad daylight. I hated doing it in the toilets but I had no other solution until I made a wonderful discovery.
That stupid uniform skirt had two side pockets. Ripping a hole into one I could have direct access to my pussy !!! Oh yes, I could now touch myself in class, in front of everybody and the only thing I had to worry about was how to camouflage my orgasms. By then, we started wearing nylon tights and this was a real pain. No access at all. This is the reason why I started wearing stockings, not the ones with garter belts. My mother wouldn’t allow it, but simple long nylon stockings with elastic top. They stayed in place and allowed free access to the top of my thighs and my panties. (whenever I was wearing one) I loved going to school without any pants on. It made me feel so naughty.
Eleni was often sitting next to me in most of the classes but never seamed to notice anything so, I guess I became a little less careful. Maybe deep down I wanted her to know. I often fantasized about her. She was very pretty, natural red hair, with cute freckles on her face and lovely green eyes. I was wondering what her pussy would look like. Would it taste differently? She was not very tall and her tits were small, round, very firm and usually she was not wearing a bra. She caught me many times peeping down her shirt each time she would bend down and she would always just smiled at me. I was realizing that I had the hots for her and was racking my brain trying to find a way to get into her pants but she beat me to it.
Lesbian School Masterbation
She, one day, realized what I was doing in class! As she said to me later, she saw the glazed look in my eyes and heard my soft moan when I climaxed. That day, after school we walked home together. She was silent and I felt that there was something bothering her. “What wrong Eleni?” I asked her.
She stopped, looked right into my eyes and asked: “Tell me the truth Tina, what were you doing in class?” I wasn’t expecting that question and caught me off guard!
Flushed and embarrassed I said: “In class? What class? Nothing! What do you mean?”
She grabbed my arm and said: “I know an orgasm when I see one. Don’t be embarrassed. You are not the only one who does that! But tell me how do you do it at school?” My eyes never left hers as I took her hand and guided it deep into my torn pocket. As her hand brushed over my pubic hair she gasped and, for a second, half closed her eyes. “You horny bitch!” “Now you know how I do it all the time and every day, at school.
I don’t know why but it turns me on immensely!” I whispered to her.
She slowly withdrew her hand, gave me one of her lovely smiles, took me by the arm and started walking with me. “You are quite something! You know that? I underestimated you!” she said. She then invited me to her house as both her parents were working and we could be alone As soon as we were in the house she came to me from behind, put both hands in my skirt pockets. She gently kissed my neck sending shivers all over my body and her right hand went straight to my pussy. She started caressing it working her finger into my waiting and very wet slit. “Tina” she whispered in my ear “I want to masturbate your horny cunt. I want to make it cum with my fingers just as you made it cum with your fingers at school!”
Her dirty talk made me even hotter “Oh, YESS Eleni, take my cunt, make me cum I’m yours. I’ll spread my cunt for you. I want you to fuck me. Take me! Take me now! I’m your slut, I’m your whore. I’ll do anything you like. I want you like crazy. I want to fuck you and lick you all over!” I couldn’t believe these words were coming out of my mouth. I was so horny I couldn’t think straight. We tore each other’s clothes right there behind the front door. God, she was beautiful! Her tits were small but perfectly round shaped with nipples that were pink and very hard. She had the cutest ass I’ve ever seen. As far as her pussy was concerned, it was just pure magic. Thick red hair was covering her glistering wet pink lips! I had never seen a red pussy before. As a matter of fact I had only seen two pussies before. Rita’s and Mary’s, my cousin. They both had thick black pubic hair.
“Wait a second,” Simon butted in “he’s a shape-shifter?”
Again Harriet nodded, still looking down. “Werewolf. He’s the Alpha of the Southern Pack and an Elder on the Shape-shifter Council.”
If this had been any other situation, Harriet would have laughed at the stunned look on Simon and Juliet’s faces. Simon was the first to speak “But that means that you’ll be the alpha female? And that means that you…you’ll become…oh no.” he looked horrified “He’s going to turn you.”
Tears began gathering in Harriet’s eyes “And I don’t want to become a werewolf!” she lit another cigarette, sucking the smoke into her mouth almost desperately. “I want to carry on travelling to other countries. I want to work abroad and go on lots of holidays.” Tears were rolling down her cheeks now. She got up and began pacing the room, trying to stop herself from losing control “It’s bad enough that I’m supposed to mate with someone I barely know, who’s over four hundred years old and that I’ll be tied to him forever, but he’s also got to turn me into a bloody wolf to do it and then he’s going to make me have puppies! I don’t even want to have a baby, let alone a litter of puppies! And just to make my life REALLY unbearable, the Council have just forbidden shape-shifters to leave the country because of too many ‘incidents’ overseas.” As the last words were wailed, Juliet and Simon both grabbed the hysterically crying girl and pushed her down on to the sofa, hugging her, one on each side. Being the best friends that they were, they knew to just hug her, without saying anything until she had calmed down.
Half an hour later, a much calmer Harriet was slurping a fresh cup of coffee and sucking on a new cigarette and a plate full of incredibly unhealthy but tasty Danish pastries had appeared on the coffee table.
“So,” Juliet was determined to get the full story “bearing in mind the fact that Seth and your parents are arseholes, you still haven’t explained what you were doing packing your car so early this morning.”
Harriet told them about Seth’s visit to The Black Castle.
“Except that I told him that graduation was six days later, not three. My plan was to escape as soon as possible after the grad party, which would give me three days before Seth finds out that I’m gone.” Harriet looked at her soon-to-be-ex flatmates expectantly, hoping for their approbation. “I’ve got plenty of money to keep me going for quite a while. I’ve been saving it for the whole time I’ve been in uni, as Seth’s always been more than generous.”
She knew she could always count on Juliet’s support “Sounds like a good plan. I just wish you could’ve told us about it sooner; we could all have disappeared together!”
“Speak for yourself!” said Simon “My parents would literally kill me if they found out that I’d gone against a Werewolf as powerful as Seth! You two are so lucky, having no parents or a family reputation to worry about”
“Well, as there’s no-one to worry about me, I can still come with you, Harry!” Juliet’s eyes were sparkling “Simon, you can cover for us when Seth comes looking and Harriet, we’ll do the best vanishing act since your parents!” Harriet couldn’t stop herself bursting into laughter when Juliet winked at her outrageously.
“Alright, done! If you’re serious?!” Juliet nodded enthusiastically “Let’s go get your stuff in the car then. And Simon can send on the rest when we’re settled somewhere safe.” Harriet smiled, suddenly feeling like her future was brightening up a little. At least she wouldn’t have to face it alone now.
An hour later, the two girls waved at Simon as they drove away from the home they’d shared for two years. They had refused to tell him where they were going, so that he couldn’t get into trouble with his parents or Seth, but they had promised to keep in touch by e-mail, so that he knew they were safe.
Six months later Harriet and Juliet walked out of Heathrow Airport, tanned and happy. They’d found an excellent place to hide from Seth; volunteering for a wildlife conservation charity in Botswana! Harriet had hastily sold her car in London for much less than the car was worth, but the buyer was prepared to pay her in cash. When they had the money, Juliet had cast a spell to hide their tracks, just in case anyone tried to trace their footsteps. She and Juliet had then gone to Heathrow and found the first flight to South Africa. It was while they were in Cape Town that they had discovered the volunteering opportunity in Botswana. There, they had done so well that the supervisors of the Botswana branch of the charity had asked them both to apply for some job openings in their Borneo branch. The only snag was that they had to be in London for the interviews.
It would be ok though, they figured. It had been six months and Seth was bound to have given up by then. Probably. Maybe. And the jobs sounded so good that they figured it would be worth the risk.
Sitting in the black cab, heading towards their hotel, the girls were quiet. Juliet eventually turned to Harriet and said quietly “Do you think there’s any chance that he’ll find out that you’re here?”
Harriet gazed at the sights of London flying past the window “I don’t know. I hope not.” She smiled at her friend “its ok, I’ll protect you if from him!” They both laughed, but sobered up quickly, as they both wondered what Seth would do to Harriet if he found her. And what would he to Juliet, her accomplice?
The next day saw them both jittery and nervous. They called the charity’s headquarters and were told that they were both scheduled for interviews between 2 and 3 o’clock.
A few minutes before 2 o’clock saw them presenting themselves to a receptionist. They looked around the waiting room and were a bit taken aback to see that there was no-one else there. Juliet was a bit un-nerved when she felt the receptionist was giving them a strange look.
“I’m not sure I like this.” Juliet muttered to Harriet, so the receptionist couldn’t hear her.
Harriet frowned and looked around. There were no posters, no signs, no information on the company and she couldn’t actually hear any sounds from the offices surrounding them. “Neither do I. You don’t think Seth…he has a few companies under his thumb…uhh…and maybe a couple of charities…?”
Juliet paled as she considered the possibility. “Shit. You know what, screw this. Let’s go.”
As she stood up, a man hurried up to the receptionist, apologising profusely “I hope I’m not too late for the interview. I should have known the blasted trains would be late, as usual! Have I missed my slot?” He was panting as if he had just run all the way from the train station.
The receptionist laughed “No, no, you’re not late at all. Please have a seat and get your breath back.”
The two girls relaxed as the man sat down opposite them. Ok, so maybe the interviews were legitimate after all. Juliet sat down again as the receptionist came over to them.
“It seems that Mr Anderson is going to be a little longer than he thought with the current interviewee. Would you care for some refreshment while you’re waiting? Some water? Coffee? Tea?”
“Ooh yes, I’d love a coffee!”, “Mm, yes please, me too.” Coffee was always welcome to the two caffeine addicts! The man sitting opposite smiled and also asked for a coffee.
Seconds after the receptionist had disappeared, the office door nearest to them opened and a smartly dressed lady walked out, thanking a kindly looking older man. The lady walked towards the lift and the man came over to the trio in the waiting area.
“Hello, I’m Mr Anderson. Sorry to keep you waiting. You must be Mr Guthrie?” He shook hands with the man opposite and gestured for him to go to his office. Before leaving the waiting area he turned to the two girls, eyes twinkling as he smiled at them “I’ll try not to be too long, but while you’re waiting do try Jessica’s coffee. I don’t know what she does to it but it’s the best coffee I’ve had in London!”
After he had vanished into his office, Jessica the receptionist re-appeared with a tray of coffee. She gave the girls their coffee and then went into Mr Anderson’s room with the two remaining cups.
“Mmm, he was right, this does taste good!” Harriet sighed. There really was nothing to beat a cup of good coffee, except maybe a coffee accompanied by a cigarette! Juliet nodded in agreement, finishing her coffee so quickly that Harriet doubted that she’d even tasted it!
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“It could have been hotter.” Grumbled Juliet, suddenly stifling a huge yawn. Harriet agreed as she finished her cup too. And then she yawned as well. She leaned back against the wall and tried to keep her suddenly heavy eyes open. She felt Juliet lean against her shoulder and knew she should make her sit up, but she just couldn’t find the will to move. Much better to just close her eyes and rest them for a second….
Harriet opened her eyes and then shut them again. Maybe she would try again when the room stopped spinning… She realised that she was lying down, in a comfortable bed with incredibly soft sheets and blankets. Nice. Was she back in her and Juliet’s hotel room? She couldn’t remember getting there. Hang on, she couldn’t remember the interview either. What had happened? And where was Juliet?
Harriet sat up, slowly, and opened her eyes. Looking around, she thought the style of the room looked vaguely familiar. And this room was very…masculine. Oh no. Her eyes widened in horror, and then widened some more as she realised that she was also totally naked under the sheets. Ohgodohgodohgod, please don’t let this be Seth’s room!
Harriet winced as she tried to get out of bed; her legs were semi-asleep and were refusing to obey her. She staggered a few steps from the bed before collapsing to the floor in an undignified heap.
“Shit!” Harriet winced again as she swore much more loudly than she’d intended. She didn’t want anyone coming in while she was prone on the floor! She managed to stagger/crawl to a chest of drawers and was just rummaging for some clothing to cover herself with when she heard someone coming in. She stared at the opening door, wide eyed, suddenly terrified.
Seth walked in and stopped when he saw the empty bed. Glancing around quickly, he saw her sitting on the floor, her hands still in an open draw. Sighing, he merely walked over to her, pushed the draw shut and picked her up, ignoring her embarrassment at being caught naked.
Harriet was deposited gently on to the bed and covered with the sheet. She looked up at Seth through her eyelashes, confused.
“You’re not angry with me?”
Seth smiled down at her “I’m absolutely fucking furious with you sweetheart!” he said cheerfully “and, trust me, I’m going to make you pay for running away like that. But at the moment you need some rest, the sleeping drug we gave you is still in your system. That’s why your legs won’t work.”
“You drugged me! How could you?” She began to remember falling asleep in the waiting room “Wait, what about Juliet? Where is she? Is she ok?”
“Juliet is fine,” Seth frowned at her as he pushed back down “she’s next door. She’s being cared for by Alex.” He grinned at her “He’s always had a thing for witches! Now lie down.” Seth walked over to the door and locked it, pocketing the key. Harriet watched him nervously, as he walked back over to the bed, pulling his shirt off.
“What are you doing?” She hated herself as she heard her voice squeak in fear. She sat up, clutching the sheets around her, watching him sit down on the edge to pull his shoes off.
“As its close on midnight, I thought I’d get ready for bed. Why, what does it look like I’m doing?” he smiled faintly at her over his shoulder, the smile deepening as he saw the panic on her face.
“You…you can’t…” her mouth went dry as he stood up and unzipped his jeans. A typical werewolf, with a very high metabolism, there was no spare flesh or fat on his body and at any other time she would probably have really appreciated having such a fine specimen of manhood get naked in front of her! Oh dear god he’d gone commando! Harriet blushed bright red as he turned around and dropped his jeans on the floor. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to tell herself that this was all a bad dream and that she would wake up still in Africa.
Her hopes crashed as she felt the bed dip next to her and an arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her down on to the mattress.
“Can’t you sleep somewhere else?” she asked desperately, keeping her eyes shut until he had turned off the light.
“This is my room you know. Well, our room now that you’re here.” He pulled her back against his chest, laughing as she jumped at the feel of his skin against hers.
“But…” she jumped again as he kissed her shoulder.
“If you don’t want to go to sleep, I’m sure I can think of some way to keep us both entertained.” He laughed again as Harriet went rigid in his arms.
“Fine, I’m going to sleep!” Harriet lay quietly, plotting ways to escape, trying desperately to ignore the fact that there was a large man welded to the entirety of her back. She was just wondering whether it was really possible to climb out of windows using tied-together sheets when the drug in her system caught up with her again and she fell asleep.
The End
Cellar Sex
Had he only paid attention, these phone calls may not have come into existence. That deep throaty whispering voice on the other end of the phone was more sensual than most men whose company she kept. None of them had her sexual attention, yet she wanted a couple of them. Their sex appeal was nearly irresistible. Trying her best to behave, she kept her feelings and thoughts to herself. She knew if she ever got the chance to become remotely intimate, she would want more each time. By keeping a phone mate too many miles away for immediate contact on demand, she could have her tensions alleviated while keeping the peace in her own bedroom. He would allow her to blow him every now and then and that would become sex and then a shower, and then sleep and not much more than that. And not much more than 4 times a year.
Telephone calls began simply. A joke or a short story about an incident he experienced at work or a sexy little tale was good to keep the imagination going until her next event with her man in bed. The calls went on for more than a month. The one day, she happened to be sipping on the second round of a refreshing cool drink. He called while her man was out. Seemed she was always in the basement shuffling around.
As soon as the call was connected, he heard the background noise and asked whether he was interrupting. “I was passing the time and hoping you may call.” She answered. The grunting and sighing was all about to end, since the extra cinderblocks were finally arranged neatly in the corner. Over the phone line, her voice sounded a little different, more pacified than usual. Questioning her about it, he accused her of having sex with her man finally. She chuckled and said he was closer to having any relations with her than her man was. They both laughed, but his voice quickly changed to something more soothing and seductive. Her tone changed to match his.
Until this point, she didn’t realize what she actually was saying to him. The seduction began with a few innocent questions like how she did her hair that day, and whether her man liked it. Questions continued to get more personal and through a panic or fear of this uncertain situation, she answered in short sentences, hoping he’d stop. She didn’t know where he was going with them at first, until he asked about whether she was wearing a bra. Was she wearing panties? What color, how much lace, how revealing would they be if she did not have a shirt on. Every answer was given abruptly. He could not possibly have many more to ask, could he? She wondered this through the next four and finally he stopped asking and began talking.
Initially, he asked what her favorite position was. Feeling her face blush, she looked around to see who else may be there that would have heard him whispering into the phone to her. The cellar was empty except for her. She answered shyly and wanted to know why he needed to know. “Trust me” he said before asking one more question. That being answered, he started his commands. With each one, he wanted assurance that she was actually doing everything he said to do. He seemed to know if she was not complying but said she was. Calling her out on it a couple times, she began opening up a little more. She knew by now he was safe enough and she could start to let loose.
After several minutes of suggesting actions to perform upon herself she finally let him know without a doubt she was actually doing as he commanded. The difference was in his tone. Her mind was so in tune to his voice, she almost feared getting a spanking if she refused his commands. (that may not have been such a bad thing coming from him, but it would have been imagined) She listened and acted dutifully and to his surprise, she actually commented back to him. “While I have my hand there, yours should be tightly gripping your cock. Is it?” “It is now, sweetie,” he replied.
Long oooo’s and aaahhhhhs and hhhmmmmms’ were peppering their call. He told her to lie on the bed of cement she just created and put her feet up on the wall. “Part them a good distance and tell me when you are in position.” She followed her orders and was now very curious about what she could ever do lying like this. He talked her through every last movement she needed to make. For the next fifteen minutes, she was touching and stroking and licking varied parts of herself that she would not do if she were alone. Now, with this half-stranger on the other end of the phone, she was willing to succumb to his seductive voice. Every touch she made upon herself was stimulating. Each stroke got her closer to an orgasm. Hearing him describe how he was touching himself as he listened to her pant and gasp for air made her hotter. Hearing her hot and bothered excited him right back and they played this game for an hour.
She heard a car door slam. He came home sooner than expected. Having to get off the phone quickly but not wanting to until they came, she ducked behind the water heater with phone in hand and hand in pants to continue in secrecy just in case he came looking for her. And, he actually did this time.
When he got to the cellar, there was a broom stick in her hand and she was just gaining her upright stance from leaning on the brick wall. That glossy look in her eye could not be disguised. He looked at her with such a suspicious glare, but never noticed the phone in her pocket or her unzipped pants. She finally stood straight, asked if he got everything he needed from the hardware store and she moved on before waiting for an answer. He had no clue. Only he pretended he did. She feared he was looking at the sex in her eye, but since he didn’t see any other men in the house or basement, it must be imagined. She could convince him there was nothing going on, but didn’t have to since he never spoke his accusations.
Her face was flushed, even a bead of sweat sat on her brow. Her man never checked the phone. One button could have otherwise returned the call to him but this time, he called her. It may have taken four buttons and he’d be connected with the other man that was taking care of her sexual needs. Had he only cared or been wise enough. His love was waning, so it didn’t matter much to him anyway. He even overlooked the sagging bra that hung between her free falling breasts.
What he did notice was that she had taken on that scent reminiscent of sex by the time he was back from the store. It had been a while since he personally negotiated that scent from her pores, but he remembered it well. That was when the quizzical look came over his face. She walked away briskly to return to her sweeping. The chore of cleaning the basement was almost complete. It was something she thoroughly enjoyed and she insisted he go outside and garden or do some other productive activity like pour some wine. “Do anything, just please leave me alone.” She thought. Speaking those same words would have given her away. She did not want him knowing she had this other relationship keeping her satisfied when he could not.
The End
A Good Deed Rewarded
I saw her nearly every day on my way home from work. We picked up the bus at the same stop, though she got off before I did. I didn’t know her name, but she was a petite, dark skinned beauty with a great figure and massive boobs. She wasn’t black and she didn’t look Mexican or Indian, but I thought she might be Brazilian or something like that. Her hair was thick and black and her skin was a rich, mocha color. Yes, I was very attracted to her – physically, at least. I’d never had a conversation with her and knew basically nothing about her. That all changed one fall evening.
As usual, I watched closely as she left the bus that night. I watched her huge breasts heave as she stood up and my eyes followed her beautiful ass until it was out of sight down the stairs. I glanced back at where she had been sitting and noticed something dark sitting there. Nobody else on the bus seemed to have noticed, so I moved over and picked it up. It was her wallet. It must have fallen out of her bag.
I grabbed the cord to signal the driver for the next stop, figuring I’d just backtrack and hoping she hadn’t connected to another bus route. As I hopped off the bus, I checked inside the wallet for her driver’s license to get her address. The picture didn’t do her justice at all, but I found out her name was Morgan. It fit her. She looked like a Morgan.
The address wasn’t that far. I headed back a few blocks and west a few more and found myself in front of a large house that had been subdivided into apartments, which explained the “B” after the house number on her license. As I reached the front steps, I noticed a small sign to the left side indicating that apartments “A” and “C” could be accessed by the front door, but to follow the path around the side of the house for apartments “B” and “D”. I headed around the side of the house, surprised by how dark it was especially with the ominous shrubbery. You couldn’t even see the neighboring house. I suspected that most residents used the driveway on the other side of the house to access the rear. At the corner of the house, as I was about to turn, I noticed a light shining from a first floor window so, naturally, I looked in. There was Morgan.
She was standing in a small kitchen near a small table looking through her mail. I watched her for a few moments and just as I decided there wouldn’t be anything more to see and was going continue on to the back door, she set the mail down and moved out of the kitchen. Any internal debate about following her versus knocking on the door was over before it started - I moved back up the walk toward the next window. Morgan turned on a small lamp as she passed through the living room. In the bedroom she turned on the overhead light, but lucky for me, she softened it with the dimmer switch. I was still safe peeking in at her as long as I was careful. The side window where I stood looked directly at her queen-size bed. To my left was the doorway leading from the living room and on the right was another window looking out onto the front porch. There was a door across from me on the left of the bed that I assumed was a closet.
Morgan kicked her shoes toward that door and crossed to the front window to close the blind.
“Shit,” I thought, “show’s over.” As she turned toward me, I backed off into the darkness. When I didn’t see Morgan move in front of the window and the blind didn’t drop, I cautiously snuck back over for another peek. She was standing at the foot of her bed just beginning to unbutton her blouse. My timing couldn’t have been better. I guessed that she probably felt she didn’t need to close the other blinds because of the massive shrubbery on that side. It was a perv’s paradise.
She pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and finished unbuttoning it, revealing a lacy black bra restraining her massive boobs. They had to be 38’s, minimum, and she wasn’t more than 5’-5" tall. She tossed the blouse onto her bed and reached behind her to unzip her skirt. As she let the skirt drop to the floor, revealing black bikini panties, I was at three-quarter staff. She kicked the skirt up onto the bed and reached behind her to unhook her bra. The straps sprung apart and she leaned forward and shook it off her arms, causing her boobs to jiggle and causing me to groan softly. She dropped the bra onto the bed and began massaging her breasts around the outside trying to work out the creases left by hours of constraint. As she rubbed, her nipples began to harden. Her areola were large and dark against her mocha skin, and as her hands moved closer and closer to them, her nipples poked out further and further. I realized that by trying to restore circulation to her boobs, she was turning herself on. Finally, she was tracing around her areola and pulling her nipples. She had been standing sideways to me wearing only her panties when she turned full towards me and sat on the end of the bed.
She was pulling and twisting her nipples and lifting them up to her mouth to lick them and I was rock hard in my pants, resisting the urge to whip it out until I saw how far this was going. She ran both hands from her shoulders down over her breasts, palms brushing over her nipples, down her stomach, along her thighs and back up to her mound. She rubbed both hands over the front of her panties before laying back, lifting her legs straight up and sliding them off. She lay there, feet still planted on the floor, legs spread wide giving me a quick view of her black-haired bush before her hands attacked her exposed pussy. With one hand she was rubbing her clit while the other sunk two fingers in and out of her opening. My cock was now out and I was pumping away furiously, ready to blast a hole in the side of the house.
After about a minute, she stopped abruptly and turned over and crawled up her bed. On all fours with her ass and pussy aimed directly at me, she opened the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a vibrator. Her head dropped to the pillow as she reached around behind her and inserted her toy. She was stroking her clit while pumping her pussy when I shot my load all over the side of the house.
As the blood left my groin region and returned to my brain, I had what can only be described as an epiphany. I tucked myself away as I dashed around to the back of the house. I rang the bell as I checked to make sure I was presentable. I waited a few seconds and rang again. I could picture her masturbating furiously, on the brink of orgasm, with no intention of stopping to answer the door. I rang again. I didn’t want her to orgasm. I figured horniness plus gratitude (for returning the wallet) plus opportunity (me, a guy, being there) might work out for the both of us. I rang the bell again just as I heard her crossing the kitchen floor. The door flung open and she stood there in a robe as her angry look changed to confusion. She obviously recognized me and was trying to figure out in a split second what I could be doing there.
“May I help you?” she asked. I held up her wallet.
“You left this on the bus.” I told her. Her eyes got wide as she reached out for it. “I noticed it right after you got off so I got off at the next stop.”
“You walked all the way over here from Evans Avenue?” she asked, incredulously, looking up from her wallet to me.
“Yeah,” I shrugged, “no big deal.”
“It is to me.” she said, as she backed up and invited me in. “If some creep had gotten a hold of this, my identity would have been stolen, my credit shot and I’d have ended up in the poorhouse before I even realized it was gone. There must be something I can do to repay you.” she offered as we stood in her kitchen. She gave me the once over. “Anything.”
I could feel the familiar rise in my pants again and noticed that her nipples were pushing against the thin fabric of her robe. Before I had a chance to answer, our eyes locked and we began moving toward each other. Just before our lips met, I felt her hand cup the solid mass in my pants. As her soft lips parted and our tongues mingled, I placed my hands on her breasts feeling her large nipples pressing against my palms. I started rubbing in a circular motion before reaching down to untie her robe and push it open. I grasped her nipples in my fingers and began pulling and twisting as I’d seen her doing to herself. Meanwhile, she was working on undoing my belt.
She got my pants open and pushed them and my briefs down out of the way, allowing my halfway stiff cock to spring free. Her gentle caresses and stroking got me fully hard while we continued to make out and my hands slipped down to squeeze her ass cheeks through her robe. She broke our kiss and dropped down to her knees. I ran my hands through her hair as she first kissed the head of my cock, gripping it in her right hand, then engulfed the entire thing in her warm, wet mouth. Her oral skills were amazing and after a few minutes, even though I’d just left a load on the wall outside her window, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d be ready to launch another down her throat. I pulled out of her mouth and turned her face up to look at me.
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“Not that you aren’t absolutely amazing at that, because you are,” I said, “but how about some mutual pleasure?” I helped her stand and lifted her onto her kitchen table. Pushing the mail out of the way, I laid her back and teased her opening with the tip of my cock. Finally I pushed myself in as she let out a moan. I hooked her legs over my arms and began deep thrusts in and out of her sweet pussy. She had her eyes closed and was playing with her nipples until one hand snuck down to play with her clit. I was watching her breasts heaving forward and back with my thrusting when I felt her pussy tightening. She arched her back and let out a long, low moan. I kept driving while the convulsing muscles gripped and released me. When she opened her eyes and smiled seductively at me, I pulled out and had her turn over.
Now she was bent over, leaning on the table, and I worked myself into her from behind, eyeing her sweet ass. She let out another moan as I apparently found her G-spot. I reached around and cupped as much of her boobs as I could, tweaking the nipples. She was noisier in this position, letting out little squeaks and grunts so I figured I must really be hitting her just right. I kept pumping and snuck a hand down myself this time to play with her clit. As I was thinking about pumping a little faster so I could cum, her second orgasm hit. This time I felt her pussy flooding with juices as she let out a little cry.
I was ready for my own orgasm by then, so I pulled out again and sat on one of the kitchen chairs. Morgan turned to face me and lowered herself onto my slippery, shiny member. Her boobs were right in front of me, so I was lifting them up to lick and suck her nipples as she raised and lowered herself on my lap. As I felt my orgasm building, I let go of her tits and grabbed under the ass to fuck her harder and faster, setting her boobs to bouncing wildly. Finally, I was practically off the chair thrusting up into her when an explosion of pleasure ripped through my body. My thrusting slowed and finally stopped as I rested my head on Morgan’s shoulder, feeling our sweat mingling together. Morgan was resting her cheek on top of my head.
Once we’d caught our breath, we picked up our heads and started making out again as my softening penis began slipping out of her. Morgan lifted herself off me and stood, naked, looking down at me - she’d lost her robe at some point.
“You’re wearing way too much” she said, smiling. I still had basically all of my clothes on, my pants and briefs pushed down my legs. She stood me up and, grabbing me by the penis, led me through the living room into her bedroom. She had me lay back on the bed and went to work removing my shoes. I was examining every line of her back, the curve of her ass sitting on the end of the bed, the slope of her breasts, the color of her skin and the deep black of her hair as my shoes hit the floor followed by my socks. She stood and leaned over my feet to grasp my pants and briefs, her breasts swinging below her as she smiled up at me. My pants and briefs soon joined my shoes and socks on the floor and she crawled up me like a jungle cat stalking her prey. On the way up, she paused to give my still limp cock a few licks, which started it waking up again, followed by a few licks to my nipples. She kissed me as she was working my shirt up and over my shoulders, tossing it behind her once it was off. She was straddling my hips, but moved upward leaving a slippery trail before parking herself over my face.
I looked up at her dark black pubes, her slippery lips and her engorged clit, her big boobs looming in the distance. I went to work licking and sucking her clit as I slid two fingers into her. She started moving her hips and groaning, getting into it, with her hands on the wall behind me. I slipped my other hand, which had been gripping her ass, around to her pussy and slipped another finger into her. After a few strokes to get good and lubed, that finger found its way into her ass.
I can’t explain in print the sound that Morgan made at that point, but it was a combination of pleasure and surprise. Then she suddenly began convulsing and I got a mouthful of her sweet juices. She came hard and intensely; I guess that finger did the trick. When she settled down, I slipped my fingers out of her orifices and she slid down to lay on top of me. My cock fit nicely into the Y of her legs and was tickled by her pubes. She reached back while we made out and realized that I was ready for another go.
“Well, let’s not let this go to waste,” she said, gripping my still growing member. She moved down the bed and lowered her mouth onto me, engulfing me completely. Sliding her mouth back up, she sucked the head then licked up the underside. She held my balls in her hand before gently taking each one into her mouth and licking around my whole sack. Back down for a couple of strokes into her mouth, she then wrapped her breasts around it giving me a brief tit-fuck before climbing up and lowering herself onto me. Leaning forward onto my chest, she started slamming herself backwards onto my cock looking for another orgasm. My hands moved from her hips to her ass as I helped her up and down. I applied light pressure with a fingertip to her anus without penetrating her this time and achieved positive results – she came again, drenching me with her flowing juices.
I wasn’t quite there yet, so I flipped Morgan over onto her back and pushed her legs up onto my shoulders. In this position I was able to look down at my slippery cock disappearing into her dark bush, which I found to be an incredible turn on. I had one hand on Morgan’s left tit, pulling on her nipple, and the other hand she had taken several fingers and was sucking on them, looking lustfully at me. I was thrusting harder and harder causing Morgan’s breasts to bounce violently. Finally, with one last shove, I erupted into her, feeling the orgasm from the tips of my toes. I took her legs from my shoulders and collapsed next to her.
We fucked each other silly for the next couple of hours, before I had to go catch a bus home. It looks like I’ll be “getting off” at Morgan’s bus stop for a while.
The End
Who’s the Joke On?
Kids can be cruel. It doesn’t get better with age, at least not by senior year of high school. I had always thought of myself as a good, sweet, innocent girl, but Jamie always somehow managed to pull me into trouble. Jamie and I had been neighbors and best friends forever, so I learned early to just follow along. Kyle was a new kid in our homeroom. He had come mid-semester of our senior year because his dad’s company relocated to our town. He was shy. I think it was because he was so quiet that Jamie wanted to mess with him.
I was over at Jamie’s house on a Friday afternoon when she thought of an idea to pick on him. We called him up and told him that our class was having a pool party at my house and since he was new he should swing by, meet everyone and perhaps bring a dish to add to the spread to eat.
“And it’s a pool party, bring your trunks and a towel,” Jamie said as she hung up with Kyle. From Jamie’s room we were able to see as Kyle arrived. He was dropped off and he walked up my front steps to knock on my door. My stomach churned as I felt bad that he would be knocking at a door to an empty house. What a terrible thing to do to a new kid. Kyle must have liked the idea of a pool party because he was just wearing his trunks and sandals and had a towel draped around his neck. I couldn’t help but stare at his sculptured chest and abs. He was carrying a plastic bag in his hand as he began now to ring the bell. He even went out of his way to even bring something as we had suggested.
Jamie opened up the window to her room and leaned out of the window. “Sorry newbie, we had to cancel the party. No one wanted to show up once they heard you were invited. Go back to where you came.”
I don’t know how Kyle reacted. I heard the words Jamie said and thought it was beyond cruel, adding to insult. I ran down the steps and out her front door to run over to my house. Kyle was sitting on my stoop looking heartbroken.
“Listen, I’m sorry. Jamie sometimes takes things too far.”
“Can I at least use your phone to call for a pickup. Can’t wait to explain to my brother why I’m leaving two minutes after I got here.”
I opened up my front door and held it open for him. “Listen I’m really sorry,” I said as he reached for the phone. “You don’t have to go home. I don’t mean the things Jamie said, she doesn’t even mean them. She just likes to play jokes. This one went too far. Just don’t call home. You can stay and we can have our own little pool party if you wanted.”
“I didn’t get an answer at home. I’ll have to stay a little bit. Are you sure I’m welcome?”
“Of course,” I said. He had taken his towel off when he made the phone call and now I had an unobstructed view of his chiseled body. So attractive, so cute. How was this joke supposed to be funny? Now I wanted him to stay for more reasons than to just save his feelings. I think my eyes lingered too long on his chest. He probably noticed but at least he agreed that he would stay.
“And I felt stupid because I didn’t have a food dish to bring to the big party,” Kyle said breaking my stare.
“What’s in the bag then?”
Kyle pulled out a large package of licorice. I let out a loud snort of a laugh as I failed to hold it back. Kyle blushed at my laugh and gave back a smile of is own. “That’s quite a sexy laugh.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, sexy, about as appealing to the ears as nails scratching on a chalkboard, but very sexy.”
I let out a full laugh now. “Sexy huh, can a laugh be so sexy that its even arousing?”
“Possible”
“Is it having an effect on you?” I asked as I looked at the crotch of his swim trunks. Kyle blushed again and the thought of me looking at his crotch made him grow so that his bulge was visible to me. Kyle tried to cover it up by asking if I wanted some licorice as he tossed the end of a strand into his mouth.
“Id actually love a piece. I love the taste,” I said as I walked over to Kyle. I took the other end of the licorice in my mouth and ate my way to his lips. I gave him a deep kiss, closing my eyes and pressing my body onto him allowing me to feel his dick on my crotch and my tits brush up on his chest. “Tastes good, what do you call it?”
“Licorice” he said with a puzzled look.
“Oh, I thought this was the piece of licorice you were offering me,” I whispered into his ear as I grabbed his pant bulge in my hand and began rubbing. I could feel it itching as it grew larger in my grasp. Kyle didn’t respond but with a grunt. His dick needed to emerge from the netting of his trunks. I knelt down and pulled off his trunks and saw that his blood flow would have been constricted in those shorts. He was about 6 inches long and as I took his shaft in my hand, it grew to its hardest point at about eight inches. I tried to wrap my hands around his shaft, but my fingers and thumb would never meet around his thick shaft. Amazingly though my mouth was able to wrap around his manhood. I took in the first three inches of his cock and used both my hands to jerk him off.
I kept twisting my hands and twirling my tongue around to get him to come quickly so I could taste his sweet jizz. I took a hand off his shat to grab his sack. I started rubbing each testicle between my fingers. This fondling of his balls made him grab my hair and push me deeper on to his cock. I gagged but continued to deep throat his cock. With a few more jerks of his cock, Kyle began to buck and he shot load after load of his hot sticky come down my throat. As more cum dripped out of his tip I licked it up and swallowed it all. I ran my tongue down the length of his shaft a few times to make sure I collected everything.
Kyle pulled on my hair to lift me up. He lifted off my shirt and undid my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He cupped both my tits in his hands and gave my neck soft wet kisses. He worked his way to my tits and began sucking at my tits. He lifted away his head and pinched both my nipples, twisting them till they were hard. Kyle took his towel that was on the kitchen counter and unfolded it. He laid it out on the counter and picked me up and sat me on the counter. He then shifted my weight from cheek to cheek to yank my shorts and panties off and slid them down my legs. He gave another quick suckle on my tits then pushed me on my back, lifted my legs up on the counter at waist level and leaned over to run kisses on my hips, up and down my legs, teasing me before his kisses landed on the lips of my quivering pussy. I was so wet he probably could taste me with the first kiss.
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He sure got a taste as he traced his tongue up my slit to my clit. He continued to probe my slit until his tongue probed into my pussy. He twirled his tongue in. He got a few inches deep with his tongue, which shocked me at how deep he got, and he flicked his tongue along the walls of my pussy. He continued his probing with his tongue. His hands spread my legs wider to thrust his tongue deeper and his nails scraped gently up my legs, which were now hovering in the air as his head was in my lap. One of his thumbs found my clit and he started to pinch it. That was enough for my toes to curl and I came all over his tongue as it burrowed inside me.
Kyle drank up my juices and pulled out to lick a path over my clit, up my waist, through my bellybutton up to my cleavage. He stopped there. I could feel the trail my juices left up to my tits. He pinched one nipple while dragging the other nipple into his mouth. He nibbled on them with his lips while flicking the nipple with his tongue. Damn that made me hot. I pulled his head up so I could kiss him. Our tongues danced as his tongue soaked with my pussy juices twirled around my own.
Kyle then pulled me to the edge of the counter. “Are you ready for my fat cock?”
“Fuck yes!”
Kyle pulled my legs wide and slapped his cock on my clit. That sent me crazy.
“Put it in. Fill me up. Fuck me hard Kyle.”
He didn’t disappoint. He stuck his dick in slowly. My vaginal walls were stretched to the limit accommodating his fat cock. He started to rock it in back and forth slowly as he leaned over and began teasing my nipples again.
“Fuck me harder, faster”
Kyle began slamming his cock in deep, I could feel his dick slamming as far as it could up against my cervix. I couldn’t hold out anymore. I slapped his ass in a futile attempt to push him further in me. We both came at the same time. My pussy clenched tighter around his dick as I came and that forced him to shoot another full load in my pussy. It felt so good to feel him jizz up inside me.
“Your turn to ride the counter,” I said, letting Kyle take a seat on the counter, I climbed up and had my back face his chest as I slid my pussy over his monstrous pole that was still saluting in full force. It felt good to have his cock stretching me to my limit again. Kyle began kissing my neck and back as he reached around to grab and toy with my tits. My nipples were super sensitive now. I was close to coming again as I was controlling the pace riding his cock, when Jamie walked in from the back door.
“What the fuck Jess, You locked the front door I had to go back to my house and search for a spare.” She let out before she saw the scene before her. “Christ, is this how we apologize?” she asked as she came over and was mesmerized by the huge cock impaling my pussy. “Fuck Kyle, if that’s the form you want your apology, it works for me.” I continued my thrusts on Kyle’s cock. Kyle leaned back to brace himself, freeing up my tits. They weren’t free for long as Jamie took them into her hands. Her hands were cold being outside trying to find a way to get in. As her cold fingers touched my nipples I came again over Kyle’s dick sloshing my juices all over.
Kyle and I got off the counter and we quickly got Jamie undressed. Kyle took care of her top playing with her tits, getting her nipples erect, quickly getting her caught up on lost time, while I yanked off her shorts and was already tongue deep in her pussy. She was already soaked just watching our show and I loved the way she tasted. It was my first time tasting another woman’s pussy but I couldn’t help eating her out she tasted so sweet.
Kyle decided we should move to the living room. He laid Jamie over an arm of the couch, so that once again the pussy was level with his cock. He slapped her clit in the same manner he did with me and shoved his cock into hers. Jamie gave out a gasp as her pussy realized how huge Kyle was. I began to give Jamie’s tits some tender kisses before sucking and flicking her nipples with my tongue. My hand found its way to her clit to tease her clit as well. Jamie didn’t like me handling her in this way and got back at me by running her hand down my back. She gave my ass a slap and then slid her hand around to rub my mound. She inserted two fingers into my puss. Jamie was fingering me, I was sucking her tits and flicking her clit and Kyle was filling Jamie’s pussy to the limit with his cock. Finally, Jamie starting to moan out loud and came. Soon after Kyle and I came again.
I decided to take some charge. After tasting Jamie I wanted her to taste me. I laid on the couch with my head on the armrest and my pussy open wide waiting for Jamie. Jamie leaned over me and stuck her butt in the air. Kyle aimed up his dick at her pussy.
“No” I shouted. Fuck her in the ass. I’ll fuck her pussy. I was going to love the site. I had Jamie’s pussy hovering over my face, her face was already buried in my cunt and I was sucking on Kyle’s cock to lube it for Jamie’s ass. I watched as Kyle pushed against Jamie’s asshole. Jamie lifted her head and gave out a yelp, then as the cock settled in and began moving in and out poking in and out of her hole, her grunts turned to moans of pleasure. Knowing that her ass could now take such a huge piece of meat, I began licking her clit and fingering her cunt with two fingers in the same rhythm as Kyle’s cock.
Jamie slapped my ass as she licked my pussy walls with her tongue. I retaliated by slapping her own ass, putting more pressure on Kyle’s dick which was already feeling squeezed by Jamie’s tight ass. Kyle began fucking Jamie’s ass hard and fast now. I stopped licking her cunt temporarily to slam my fingers into her pussy to follow Kyle’s speed. Then I gave Jamie’s clit a soft but forceful bite and she let out a scream and her knees quivered as she came. Her ass tightened around Kyle and he shot a load up here ass. Watching him come inside her made me continue the domino orgasm effect as I came all over Jamie’s tongue.
We sat there on the couch, Jamie and I on either side of Kyle. We were sliding our tongues up and down his shaft. I think we made him forget about our bad joke. Apology accepted.
“Pool party again same time tomorrow?” I asked playfully
“Ill bring the licorice.” Kyle said as he reached for the phone to call home, using his free hand to move between pussies, fingering away.
The End
A Dream Encounter
I was standing in a room - at least I assumed it was a room because I didn’t see any sky – but it was unlike any room I had ever been in before. For one thing, I couldn’t see any walls or a ceiling or windows. I could see the floor, it was white tile, but it just faded off in all directions as if disappearing into clouds or fog. I never looked behind me to see if I’d come through a door, but I suspected I wouldn’t see one if I turned around. The only thing I did see in this “room” was a free-standing clawfoot bathtub and, reclining within it surrounded by bubbles, was Danielle.
Who is Danielle? I had only harbored a crush on her since the day I met her. She’s smart, athletic, funny and very cute with long, light-brown curly hair and a very nice figure. For some reason, I wasn’t surprised to see her and she didn’t seem put off by my sudden appearance either. In fact, though I don’t recall the exact conversation, we began talking as casually as if we hung out together in the bathroom every day. There was a short stool next to the tub which I moved to sit on as we talked.
All I could see of Danielle was her face and her long hair spread out and hanging out over the edge of the tub behind her; even her shoulders were hidden under the thick suds. She wasn’t doing anything like washing herself, just reclining against the sloped end and looking very relaxed and comfortable as we chatted. Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly noticed something. I turned to look over my shoulder and saw a large, yellow sponge sitting just under the edge of the tub. I hadn’t noticed it before. I reached back and picked it up and when I turned back I realized there was a soapdish hanging over the edge of the tub. Without even a pause in our conversation, I was dunking the sponge through the suds and into the water while I reached for the bar of soap sitting in the soapdish. As I lathered up the wet sponge with the soap, Danielle leaned forward and pulled her hair up and over her shoulder to keep it dry, giving me access to her back as if anticipating my next move. Starting with her shoulders, I washed her back all the way down under the water, which behind her was clear of suds. I stopped at the top of her ass only because she was still sitting on it.
I withdrew my arm and the sponge from the water and re-soaped it as Danielle held out her arm. I took her hand and soaped her arm up to her shoulder, raised her arm and soaped her armpit. Amazingly, the soap suds still clung to her even with her arm raised – not even the slightest swell of her breast was revealed. This didn’t occur to me at the time, only in retrospect. At the time, things seemed to be so natural that it was as if, despite having a nude woman within arms reach, I wasn’t thinking sexual thoughts. I know…it strikes me as weird, too.
I ran the sponge down the underside of her arm and finished by cleaning her hand, which she then dunked under the water as she extended her other arm to me. I followed the same procedure on that arm, reaching across in front of her to do so. Both arms done, I lathered up the sponge again as Danielle reclined once again against the end of the tub, flipping her hair out over the edge as she did so. With her head tilted slightly back, I began washing Danielle’s neck then moved to her upper chest. When my hand slid down under the suds, the sponge began riding down the swell of Danielle’s right breast and when it passed lightly over her nipple, she closed her eyes and smiled. Since she appeared to be enjoying it, I ran the sponge around and over her nipple a few times before moving it around to the far side and coming back up underneath. A few more passes over her nipple and I moved on to the other breast, giving it a similar treatment. Danielle never spoke a word, but I was pleased to hear her sigh a few times.
As I moved from her breasts down to her stomach, Danielle pulled her legs up so her knees stuck out of the water against the sides of the tub. The water had cleared of suds except for the far end, so I was able to see the large areolas and hard nipples that topped her 34C breasts as the sponge passed back and forth over her flat, muscular stomach. Beyond the sponge, I could see a patch of brown curls between her spread thighs and so, after cleaning her abdomen and hips, I decided to focus my efforts there.
Danielle sucked in her breath as the sponge passed over her clit and her arms came up out of the water and gripped the sides of the tub. I ran the sponge up and down between her legs because that’s basically all I could do with a sponge that big but she seemed to be enjoying it, judging by the contented look on her face and the little moans that kept escaping. I knew I could do a better job without the sponge, though, so I released it and let it float to the surface. I ran my fingers through her pubes and down over her now engorged pussy before drawing one finger back up between her lips to her waiting clit. As I toyed with her clit, the increased noises and utterings let me know that I was getting the desired effect. I alternated between playing with her clit and pumping a couple of fingers in and out of her.
She had moved her hands from the edge of the tub to her breasts and was fondling them and stroking her nipples. When her moans became more persistent and she started moving her hips against my hand, I went back to focusing on her clit. Her eyes were still closed and, as I watched, the expression on her face alternated from intense concentration to extreme pleasure. She was pushing her pussy harder against my hand and actually had to grip the sides of the tub again to keep from going under the water. Finally, she tensed up and almost lifted herself completely out of the water before relaxing and lowering herself little by little back down as ragged breaths escaped her. When she settled back down on the tub bottom, she let out a long sigh of relief and opened her eyes as my hand stopped moving.
She turned to look at me with a huge smile on her face and said “C’mere you” as she reached behind my head to pull me toward her. My dry hand reached for the back of her head as well as our lips met and our tongues entered each other’s mouths. The hand that had remained underwater moved up to cup her breast as my thumb stroked her hard nipple. After a few nice long minutes of making out, we finally took a break to catch our breath and Danielle said, “Why don’t you get in here.”
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