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Tag  hot tub, love Joe sits in the hot tub waiting for Alexis It had been a long day at work and as soon as I got home I poured some Scotch into a glass stripped of my clothes and headed for the hot tub on the balcony. Alexis would be here in about a half hour to spend the night, after running home to get clothes for the next day as well as her makeup. Today at work when I asked her to spend the night I thought she was going to jump out of her skin she was so excited. I gave her the key to my apartment and told her I would be waiting for her out on the balcony in the hot tub. I got in the water and lit up a cigarette and smoked while sipping my scotch letting all the worries of a long day slip from me as the hot water relaxed me. As I  had been sitting there in the hot tub I must have dozed off a little cause I woke to Alexis kissing me from la la land. She was just about to get in the tub when i asked her if she had gotten herself a drink on the way out to the balcony. She said she didn’t as she couldn’t wait to run out and kiss me. I handed her my glass and she quickly came back with a glass full for her and a refill on mine. Slipping into the tub I looked in awe at her naked beauty, those wonderful breasts just begging to be kissed and her hot ass that seemed to call for my hands. We sat right beside each other as we sipped on our drinks and smoked a cigarette relaxing. Just being near her my cock was already stiff with my arousal, testing the water I slipped my hand between her legs running my finger over her clit lightly. Turning toward each other our lips met and my tongue shot into her mouth dueling with hers. As we continued to kiss she moved around throwing her legs on either side of me, pressing the lips of her sex along the length of my cock. Reaching up with my hands I started picnhing her nipples as she ground herself against my cock. I could tell she was so horny for me it was driving her crazy and then she shifted her hips till my cock was pressing againt her waiting pussy. Pushing herself down and against me she gasped as her hot pussy swallowed up all my cock in one stroke. She started to grind herself on my cock and I was in heaven, never before in my life had I felt I was truly one with the person I was having sex with. With Alexis it’s like we were making love to each other souls, pressing my lips back to hers she attacked by thrusting her tongue into my mouth while she made little wimpering noises as she fucked herself on my cock. Breaking the kiss she was now panting and moaning, I could tell she was close to cumming and I slipped my mouth to her ear whispering cum for me, cum all over my cock, I love you Alexis Louise. With that she let out a shriek that I was sure the whole world could hear and her pussy contracted on my cock. Her pussy was pulling on my cock like a velvet glove and the feeling of her cumming on me set me off, with a loud grunt I thrust my hips up at her filled her hungry pussy with hot cum. Looking into my eyes she said I love you too Joe my cock still buried deep inside her and we shared a long passionate kiss.

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Tag  love stories, romance,  Long distance love, kept alive on vacation

After months of phone calls (thank god for long distance bundles) and emails, I needed to see my lover again.  I took vacation and booked a cheap flight to Seattle.  I was going to see him again and just the thought was enough to send me looking for my vibrator. (I’ve even named the damn thing Norman!)  I mean, what does a single girl do when her man is 1100 miles away! 

I was flying in November to spend American Thanksgiving with him.  As a Canadian with American roots, I’ve celebrated American Thanksgiving for years, but never one as meaningful as this one.  This year, I figured we both would be very thankful. 

This time there were no flight delays on my trip down and yet the plane couldn’t seem to get me there fast enough.  I love the thrill of anticipation of going to see my lover and my poor pussy was aching.  I needed relief and I couldn’t wait any longer.  I had stuffed a fleece blanket in my carry on, and pulled it out and cuddled underneath it.  My hand found its way down into the elastic waistband of my slacks and panties.  My finger slid inside and hit my clit like a homing missile and I circled the hard protrusion until I came.  Of course, the thrill of doing that in such a public place made the experience all the sweeter, and I couldn’t help but wish my lover was with me to join the “mile high club”.  I wondered as I smiled to myself if there is such a thing for “solo” fliers!

After my little foray under my blanket, I fell asleep and it wasn’t too long until we landed at SeaTac.  I was anxious to see my lover, but vanity over ruled anxiety and I stopped in the ladies room to tidy my hair and fix my make up and put on fresh lipstick.  A breath freshner strip and I was on my way. 

There he was, at the top of the escalator, smiling and when he saw me, his arms opened wide and I literally flew into them.  It was a reunion that has been 18 months in the making and all I could think of was “I can’t wait to get you home”. 

We waited for my luggage, and couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves.  He kept kissing me and carressing my face, arms, back and buttocks.  He pulled me close so that I felt the state of his arousal.  My hands were just as busy, and I noticed that people were watching us and smiling.  I whispered in his ear, “We seem to be the center of attention here.”

“Let them look” was his whispered reply followed by his tongue tracing the folds of my ear.  It was a good thing I had my arms around his neck as my knees almost buckled when he whispered, “I can’t wait to do this to your sweet pussy.”  I felt myself getting wet, from his words and ministrations of his tongue in my ear.  Thankfully the luggage was starting to spill out onto the belt, and we could get out of the airport and into the car.  At least that afforded us a bit of privacy. 

We made our way into the parking garage, holding hands and each dragging a suitcase.  He had brought the truck.  He opened my door (yes fellas, there are still girls out there that like when you are a gentleman) and I slid in.  The first thing I noticed was the bench seat.  He went around the other side and got in and I watched him try to get comfortable since I knew he had an erection.  I smiled sweetly, “I could help you with that” as I slid closer to him and started to undo the snap and zipper of his jeans.  I reached inside the fly of his boxers and felt his cock twitching in my hand, looking for freedom.  I was just the girl to take the job in hand, and mouth, so to speak.  I bent over his cock and gave it a light kiss on the head and stuck my tointed tongue in the slit, where there was a pearly drop of pre cum, just waiting for me.  I grasped the base with my left hand and took him into my mouth.  I started to fondle his balls with my right hand.  He stretched his legs, pushing his feet into the floorboard and lifting his ass off the seat in reaction, but that simple move on his part was enough to make his long cock slide down the back of my throat, past my gag reflex.  I started to suck, for all I was worth, (I was new to this, I’d read how to give a BJ and it was time to practice all that I’d learned).  It really wasn’t long until I heard him exclaim, “I’m cumming, oh god, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”  I tried to smile to myself as I though, he’s begging me, but that didn’t last long as I felt him grab my head and begin gentle thrusting forcing his lovely hard, long cock even further down my throat and soon I felt the warmth of his cum hit the the back of my throat.  I swallowed, because I had no tissues at hand, and didn’t want to interupt the moment by leaping up and frantically searching for tissues as cum dribbled down my chin!  Swallowing just seemed to be the proper lady like thing to do.  I brought my head up and licked him clean, savoring him like a fine wine.  I kissed the tip, and tucked his now wilting member back into his shorts and did up his jeans.  I kissed him deeply on the mouth and said, “Let’s go home.”

He looked at me and asked, “Where did you learn to do THAT?”  I assured him that I had read about the technique, (there really IS nothing you can’t learn from a book) but that was the first time I had ever done it. 

Our trip home went by quickly, as we talked about what we wanted to do over the next two weeks.  I was just anxious to get home and have a nice relaxing shower.  He had moved from his one bedroom apartment into a nice house with a great kitchen and a lovely master bedroom and ensuite.  He brought in my luggage.  I was in the master bedroom and getting ready for my shower.  I stepped under the sluicing water and just felt the tension of the day drain from my body. I was standing there with my eyes closed and I felt a rush of cool air as the shower door opened and my lover joined me.  He turned me around and kissed me deeply, our tongues mating with each other, in a premonition of what was to come.  He reached down and separated my pussy lips and found my clit.  He rubbed and teased it until he was sure that my pussy had started to lube.  He rammed two fingers into my willing cunt and I heard “Oh yeah”, but I wasn’t sure which one of us said it!  He brought his two fingers, dripping with my juices to my mouth and I sucked them clean.  I noticed that his cock was hard and standing proud, ready for action and I reached down to fondle him, but he grabbed my hands and raised them above my head.  He backed into the wall, and held my arms there with one hand.  The other hand went down to tease my clit as he suckled on my right nipple and swirled his tongue around the tip, biting it gently as I moaned with pleasure.  The left nipple reacted and became eraser hard and soon it was rewarded with the same wonderful attention, sucking, swirling and little love nips.  I came hard and gushed sweet nectar over his hand. 

He asked me if I trusted him, and my reply was, “Of course”.  I was told to bend over at the waist and brace my hands on the shower wall.  I did as I was told and I felt him grasp my hips and enter my waiting, hungry cunt from behind.  He reached up and started to toy with my nipples and I could feel those wonderful electric shocks right into my clit.  Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, he took the hand held shower head and set it “pulse” and turned up the water pressure.  I felt him spread my outer lips and direct the pulsing jet of water directly onto my clit.  I screamed, it felt so wonderful.  He kept the jet there until I was weak with the overhelming power of multiple orgasms.  He dropped the shower head and supported me with his arm around my abdomen.  He was still in me and he pulled out, still erect and not having cum. 

He pickd me up and carried me to the bed, where he dried me off gently with a soft, fluffy towel.  Everywhere that is, except between my legs.  There he licked me and sucked gently at my now bruised and tender clit.  He continued this until I was ready for his cock in my cunt once again, and he climbed on top of me as I spread my legs.  He entered me and began thrusting hard, until I swear the tip of his cock rammed into my womb.  He came and I thought his orgasm would never end.  I came just as he finished.  We lay there like that exhausted and spent, enjoying the little shocks of extstacy that comes after a great ssession of lovemaking.

Yes, indeed, we had a lot to be thankful for this year.

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Tag  Masterbation, Oral sex Learning to deep throat

The doorbell sounded as I was watching TV.   I wondered who it might be, thinking it just might be the Up’s delivery I had been waiting for.   I peeked thru the peephole in the door and it was an Up’s delivery man.   I opened the door and he handed me the package.   I quickly signed for it and closed the door.

 

  I scanned the outside of the package, fearing that it would have some identifying marks that indicated who it was from, but to my relief it didn’t.   I took it into the kitchen and got one of my kitchen knives and slit open the small box, it was only about 10 inches by 6 inches by 6 inches, and inside it was packed to the top with the white plastic popcorn I had expected, I dug my hand in and felt.

 

I found it; it was a smaller box, 8” by 3” by 3”.   I drew it out and looked at it.   My heart was pounding.   I opened the smaller box, my cheeks turning crimson and my fingers trembled as I opened it. And I took out the object inside.

 

It was a life size replica of a man’s penis, 7” long and 1 and a half inches in diameter.   It was a realistic soft rubber like replica and as far as I could tell it was perfect.

 

I imagined it in my mouth, the taste, of it on my tongue; I paused for a long time imagining the sensation.   Then quickly I turned on the kitchen faucet and waited as the water heated.

 

I used some liquid soap and washed it and washed it then rinsed it for a very long time to make sure every last vestige of soap was removed.

 

Now I was ready.   My heart was thudding in my chest as I clutched it firmly in my right hand and slowly brought it to my lips; I tasted the tip with my tongue and let my mind drift.   My eyes closed.

 

Then I opened my mouth and pushed the head inside, my lips and tongue caressed it, licking and sucking.

 

I had been fantasizing for months before building up the courage to actually go on-line to a sex store and ordering it, worrying about the size, the color the shape, filled with dread of being exposed, trembling in terror and sexual excitement at the thought of sucking it and most of all my most secret inner hunger to force it down my throat, pretending it was a man forcing me.

 

Now I had it, now I was sucking it, oh damm it, not here, not in the kitchen, where? Yes of course in the bedroom and naked. I pulled it out of my mouth and then walked quickly to the bedroom, to my secret drawer to my little pleasure toy, the vibrator.

 

I slid out of my blouse and skirt, and stripped off my shoes and pantyhose, I ran my hands over my bra and felt my nipples harden, I pinched them, they hurt, and I pinched them even harder, my excitement grew, I had a little voice in my head saying “you like that don’t you” yes I did like it. But I couldn’t make myself say it.   My voice in my head could say it, but I couldn’t.   I felt my breasts as if my hands weren’t really my hands but the hands of a mysterious and slightly mean lover. A demanding lover who was going to make me suck his cock and was going to force me to learn how to deep throat his cock.

 

I opened my eyes and they fastened on the bed on the pink flesh colored cock lying on the bed.

 

I picked it up, it was slick with the remains of my saliva and I walked over to the bedroom door, it had a full length mirror, I knelt before the mirror and imagined my own image replaced by a tall man, naked in the mirror, I licked the base of the cock and pressed it against the mirror and it stuck there.

 

It hung not quite rigidly erect, sort of simi-hard I got up and went to the secret drawer and opened it, and withdrew my little toy, my vibrator and two clothes pins, and I had 3 in the drawer and didn’t usually use the third one.   It was for my clitoris, and I had to be very horney to use that one.   Then I grabbed it, who knows this was going to be a special session I just might decide to use it.   Or maybe my special lover would force me to use it.

 

I walked back to the mirror and then quickly pulled off my panties and unhooked my bra and shrugged it off. Then I knelt again in front of that lovely magnificent cock.

 

I picked up the clothes pins and then carefully attached one to each nipple, my breath suddenly quickened to short little gasps as the pain of the clamps bit into each tender nipple.   I had learned to endure it for a long time, but it still hurt a lot.   And it excited the hell out of me.

 

Then I leaned forward and opened my mouth and closed my eyes and began to lick and suck the lovely cock.

 

It slid smoothly in and out of my mouth and my imaginary voice filled my head demanding I suck it, and telling me I must prove my love by enduring the pain in my nipples for his pleasure.   I dropped my hands to the clothes pins and pulled them stretching my nipples as I let the cock slide deep into my mouth it was soft but firm then suddenly I gagged as it touched the back of my throat and I quickly withdrew my head.   Suck it bitch the voice in my head demanded and my fingers twisted the clothes pins on my nipples till I gasped and let out a soft moan of pain and hunger.

 

Then I pushed forward again taking the sexy cock into my mouth slow, inching a tiny bit at a time deeper and deeper.   I felt the gag rising quickly and I stopped holding perfectly still, hoping the urge to gag would pass, it did but very very slowly.   Again I began to torture my nipples, to pull and twist and then I used my fingers to increase the pinching till it was all I could bear. Then I pushed forward again, and I got another quarter of an inch then suddenly I gagged hard, I choked and vomited.

Dammit, I cursed and I quickly got up and went to the bathroom and got a wash cloth and towels   and after I cleaned myself I went back to the bed room and cleaned the mirror and the floor.

 

I hadn’t thought about vomiting, I had thought of gagging but not vomit, I hate vomit.   Worse most of my desire to suck cock had gone right down the drain.   I was still pretty horny so I took the cock and washed it off and dried it carefully then returned to the bedroom and used my little vibrator to finish myself off.   All the while my imaginary voice scolded me and made me punish my nipples very severely for my poor showing.

 

A very poor start for my deep throat training I thought, well maybe later I would try it again.

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Rebecca knew it was almost time. The long flight was nearly over and outside the green and yellow Italian landscape was just as she had imagined ­ both foreign and inviting. This beautiful Mediterranean scene inspired her imagination and she began to wander.
She was in her late thirties and had just come out of a lengthy, monogamous, and passionless relationship and was finally keeping a lifelong promise to herself by visiting the Eternal City. She had never made the trip with Robert, her boyfriend of most of the past 10 years, because with him business trips, making money, and software developments were more important than sex with his winsome girlfriend. It wasn¹t for a lack of trying on her part. Rebecca, attractive and very sexual, had been endlessly creative in her futile attempts to get Robert interested in the pleasures of a healthy sex life. “Maybe we could try phone sex when you are out of town,” was an early suggestion. “Or, we could try shaving my bush with some hot pussy licking afterward.” “Maybe, even something really out there like anal beads or rubber play.” Robert thought phone sex was for kids and anal sex and anything rubber for perverts. During many of his extended out of town business trips Rebecca had little more than her blue jelly vibe and an active imagination to keep her company. But all of that was behind her now. She was about to land in Rome.

Rebecca would be staying with Carlo, the son of a old college friend, who arrived just on time to pick her up. With a native to guide her to the Spanish steps, the Sistine Chapel, and the Coliseum this was sure to be the most exciting three weeks of her life.
Carlo looked about 25, with dark and curly shoulder length locks, olive skin, and gun metal blue eyes. He was slightly in need of a haircut and was wearing black ­ as Rebecca was soon to discover, the virtual signature clothing color of young Roman men. After a wild ride through the midday chaos, past the wet hanging laundry and the national monuments Europeans so curiously place in the middle of city streets, they were in front of Carlo¹s building.
Once inside his bright little 3rd floor apartment, Carlo showed Rebecca his place. His taste leaned towered mid-century modern and the main room was dominated by a big window which looked down on the colorful and noisy Roman streets below. “What would you like to drink Rebecca?” “Oh, anything cool will do.” When Carlo went into the little kitchen Rebecca took a closer look at the pile of books next to the coffee table, which had briefly caught her eye during his abridged tour. Their covers, like she had thought, showed cute young women - almost naked. “Carlo looks at these?” Rebecca could not help picking one up and flipping through it. “Oh my goodness!,” she said under her breath. The women all looked sort of wholesome and arty, not like the teased hair and manicured bimbos in pink lace and white high heels she thought she would find. They were not beautiful, they were cute, sensual, and impish. There where pages of photos by Eric Kroll, Roy Stuart, and Richard Kern showing women with hair cut in youthful brunette bobs and strawberry blond curls, their panties simple cotton or red rubber, their pert breasts in leather bras, and their pubic hair thick and unshaven. Some had a tuft of hair growing freely under their arms and one picture even showed a woman with stringy wet hair wearing torn black hose peeing through them in the shower. In other pictures there were two women, first in their undies and then a page or two later, naked and intertwined in each others arms! Rebecca knew about these kinds of books but she had never really looked at one.

She got so wrapped up in the scenes of perky titted rubber clad waifs that she hadn¹t even noticed Carlo had returned from the little kitchen with two bottles of Italian soda. “You like this books Rebecca?” “Of course not,” she protested, tossing them down. “Don¹t be embarrassed, most women like this pictures just as much as we do”. “Well, I was justŠ.,” stumbled Rebecca. “This girls, they are pretty, no?,” interrupted Carlo. “All people thinks pretty girls are sexy,” he continued. “Is Okay they make you feel sexy too Rebecca.” Carlo¹s frankness was so new to her. She was used to American men with their clumsy moves and beat around the bush way of speaking. This guy was not even totally fluent in English and he had a confidence and attitude that really made her loosen up, even with his overtly sexual bearing.

Carlo handed Rebecca a bottle of fizzy orange liquid and sat down right next to her. After a mutual swig he leaned back and said “So, Rebecca, which girl do you like the best?” Again, his eyes trained on hers. This time she froze. Carlo¹s face was only a few inches from hers. She sort of stuttered, “Ah, the one with the red hair isŠ..” Just then Carlo reached his hands to the side of her increasingly flush face and started to kiss her. Rebecca was visibly startled. “No, Carlo, pleaseŠ.” “Rebecca, you are just as lovely as this women in this books, don¹t you know that?” With any other guy that would have seemed like a line but he really meant it. Again, he embraced her, this time touching her soft ass. Her resistance, though still evident, started to wane. “No Carlo, this is going too fast, I don¹t reallyŠ…” “I mean, I really” Again Rebecca stopped in mid-sentence. Carlo¹s hands moved confidently up to her soft porcelain tits and he was already pushing his strong upper thigh into her acquiescent love zone. Any resistance she had had was now almost gone.

Carlo unbuttoned Rebecca¹s slightly disheveled dress, peeled her floral bra down, and began kneading her creamy 34C tits like cookie dough. Her whole chest was pink and hot and smelled like rosy body oil. After 10 years of clumsy and unimaginative sex Rebecca started to feel a strong lust deep inside and finally made her first assertive move, pulling his face to hers and kissing him forcefully. He tasted salty and hot as her tongue probed his mouth. She could feel his hard cock pressing through his pants into her fleshy upper thighs. That, and his rhythmic tit stroking, made her long frustrated pussy gush with slippery feminine moisture. His hands were all over her now. She was breathing more and more rapidly, giving in to her pent up desire.  Now, only a thin layer of flower printed white cotton separated Carlo¹s probing fingers from the bull¹s eye. Rebecca, let out a quiet moan and slowly gave in to his efforts to part her legs.

She began wiggling her curvy ass, pushing into his assertive hands, while she unconsciously pawed at his strong back. He was rubbing her swollen clitoris through the wet cotton and her hips were grinding up and down faster and faster. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his big, rigid cock. In her always efficient way, she eased her lips around the end of Carlo¹s tool while her hands started pounding with all their might. He pulled her jumbled panties down and wasted no time lifting her ass and pushing his face right into her wet sex trench. Robert had always been squeamish about going “down there” but thankfully Carlo pushed hard with his stretched out tongue, repeatedly exploring her pussy from bottom to top, perfectly in sink with her increasingly bobbing hips. She tasted wet and musky as he glided through her thick brown bush.

He rolled on his back and guided Rebecca on top, pulling her smooth ass down so her lenient pussy met his primed cock. She felt hot and wet, like he was fucking a narrow cavern of melting butter. Rebecca whispered “Oh Carlo,” as she started pulsating up and down on his steel shaft. Carlo grabbed her bouncing hips and watched her puffy soft tits jiggle as he fucked her with all his youthful might. All of Rebecca¹s friends had told her how great sex would be with a younger man but this was better, much better.

After Rebecca rode Carlo to the verge of climaxing he repositioned her on her side and, from behind, guided her hand in a rolling motion over her enlarged nub. She could feel his hot panting breath on the back of her neck. Then suddenly, he started to guide his slippery pole into her pinhole tight bottom. “Just touch youself Rebecca,” he instructed with comforting assurance. Rebecca, immersed in wet pleasure, was loose and willing. First the round tip, then after a slightly painful push, the rest of Carlo¹s big wet shaft invaded her almost impenetrable little butthole. Rebecca let out a shrill. After the initial resistance her tense back opening started to feel free and extremely pleasant. Carlo began to pound her relaxing ass faster and faster. And just as fast, Rebecca was stroking her wet clit.  He started to make a loud moaning sound as each thrust got harder and deeper. And when he knew he couldn¹t hold on any more, “Madonna Suprema!,” yelled Carlo in primal Italian ecstasy. Rebecca, too, started to feel an earthquake between her trembling thighs. Just that second-Carlo still pushing his last anal trusts-Rebecca felt her first real orgasm. Waves of intense, shuddering pleasure rippled from deep in her womb all the way to her outer pussy. Quietly, almost whimpering, she let out, “Oh yes, oh fuck yes!” Carlo, yelled “Bravo, Bellissima, molto buono!” Rebecca pushed harder into her fleshy button until she folded, hot and wet, into Carlo¹s body.

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Tag  Games, blindfold, bound, impregnation, interracial, duplicity A seemingly simple sexy game goes very wrong

Games that people play

I am in that drowsy place between sleep and wakefulness. I feel the duvet over my small slim body and feel vulnerable - I remember that Tom is supposed to come home one day this week. We have agreed that he will fulfill a fantasy for me. He will break into the house and will blindfold me, tie me up and then fuck me into oblivion. Sleep brushes it’s gossamer wings over me as I smile, remembering leaving our bedroom window open for him.

I am reviewing my plans as I drive home in the early hours. I think of Susan wanting me to break in and fuck her. I know that she will have left the bedroom window open as usual on a warm summer night. She probably won’t be expecting me for a couple more nights - I managed to get away from the company meeting early. I had taken the opportunity, earlier that week, to buy some soft silky marine ropes to tie her with and a long satin scarf to use as a blindfold. I smile thinking about the games that we had played in the past - the pick ups in hotels, Susan playing a call girl and a street whore. Always pretending we were strangers. This is a new game and Susan seems excited by the idea of being taken by a complete stranger. Susan had always invented the games and they invariably ended with us having amazing sex - she can never get enough of my big cock on these occasions. I remember the big sharp knife that I had bought to ensure her silence. She had laughed when she had insisted that she must be frightened into not screaming for help - that a knife would do it.

I stopped for coffee to make sure that I was fully awake as I planned how I would climb the Wisteria and then edge along to the open window. How I would grab her head and stop her screaming as I subdued her with the knife and then I would bind her before taking her. She had hinted in the past that she liked the idea of being helpless and then taken sexually. How she wanted me to make it seem real.

Sleep was ripped from me as I felt a large rough hand gripping me from behind - cupping my mouth and pulling me across the bed. I felt a hard sharp point slid down the back of my neck and slip slowly down the soft flesh of my nearly naked back. A strained gruff voice told me that I was to do just as I was told or the knife would slice me open. To emphasize the point the knife stopped and then I felt it penetrate my soft flank. I froze as the voice went on “I am going to let go. If you make a sound I will stick the knife into you”.

I kept very still and he let go of my face, I took a deep breath and the knife instantly pressed into me, I knew not to scream and dropped my head. Even though I had my back to him, I could feel the smile of satisfaction as I submitted to him. He tied a soft blindfold tight over my eyes. Then I felt my arms being pulled behind me. He then bound my wrists together, hooked the rope around my thumbs and coiled the rope around my arms up to my elbows. I could feel that the knots were all very carefully tied and were neat and practiced. Next he turned on the bedside light. I heard it click and could just make out the brightness around the edges of my blindfold.

He pulled me up onto my knees and pushed my head down into pillows that he had place in front of me. He then put the knife under the neck of my sheer night dress and that razor sharp blade sliced though the material so that I was now stark naked. Open to his probing eyes. Helpless. He paused to throw the silky material away and then started to caress my back. His big hard hands were touching me with agonizing gentleness and then the sharp blade followed his hand. Tracing my back bone and then over my swelling buttocks. And down into the cleft between my legs. The cold sharpness of the blade made me shiver and flinch.

“Don’t move, don’t even think of resisting” said that rough anonymous voice and I tried to relax to please him.

“Better - you know that you want this you cheating slut.”

I couldn’t help waggling my backside just a tiny bit. Then he thrust three fingers into my cunt. I hadn’t realized how wet I was till then. But his long thick fingers slid painlessly deep into me. My pelvis arched back against him, so he could go deeper, before I could even realize what I was doing.

“Slutty bitch” he spat. “You’ll put out for anyone, won’t you - God the juices are running out of you…. you adulterous cheating bitch.”

There was an angry edge to his voice and I felt him rack up the anger in himself.

“Let’s see just how much your cheating cunt can take.” I felt his fingers slip out of me.

 

“God, you are such a sexy bitch, you have such lovely hips …. such a tiny waist and such a swollen wet eager cunt ……. you are asking to be knocked up.” Then I felt his four fingers and thumb being pressed into me like a spike. The pressure was gradual, but inexorable and then he corkscrewed his hand and I felt his whole hand slip into my cunt. He laughed “I knew that you could do it you whore, a cunt big enough to take my fist, you can’t get a cock big enough can you!”

I was in pain as he pulled his hand out of me then penetrated me to the wrist again and again. Despite the pain I was in heaven, helpless, completely in his control and suddenly my cunt was spasming around his wrist as he was deep in my cunt. I started to cry out in my orgasm, when he slapped my buttock hard to silence me. I bit my tongue and silently grunted the end of my orgasm. “That’s better, bitch”

Then he took his hand out of me and with no preliminaries pushed his big cock into me. All my senses were heightened by being blindfolded and bound and he felt even bigger than usual. He was hard, very long and at least as thick as his wrist. “Show me how much you want me bitch, move your hips and milk my cock with you lovely cunt.”

Obediently I started to move backwards and forwards on his long, thick cock. Thinking he would like it I started to build up speed. “Slower …. go very slowly …. so you can feel every inch of my cock as it penetrates you …. Get it in as deep as it will go …. that’s it bitch …… pity you can’t see how lovely your cunt looks being stuffed full of cock. How stretched you cunt lips are around my thick cock.”

I could feel the head of his big cock opening up the lips of my cunt, could feel it sliding deeper and deeper into me until I was pressing him against my cervix ….and then pressing back onto the last few inches of his cock …..so that every inch of him was in my cunt ….. so that my cervix and womb were pushed up high up into my belly. And then I was sliding forwards and I could feel the lips of my cunt being pulled out by his thickness.

“Keep doing it like that bitch and you will make me come. If you want me to knock you up keep doing it you lovely little slut ………… suck the sperm from my cock, bitch.”

I concentrated on moving just as he wanted me to. At that moment I really did want him to knock me up!

Suddenly I felt his cock thicken and then he was pumping thick white ropes of cum into my unprotected cunt. He jammed his cock deep into me so each fresh blast of cum was directed into the opening of my cervix. Then I was coming with him. My toes curling and legs going into spasm.

At last he withdrew from me.

He grabbed my short dark hair and flipped me over so that I was on my back with my head over the side of the bed.

I felt him move and position himself so that his cock was pressing into my mouth. Despite just cumming he was harder that ever and his fingers pulled my jaw open as he pushed into my throat. Then he was moving like a jack hammer. Fucking my face, pushing that thick cock into my throat.

This really seemed to turn him on and he was soon cuming in my mouth. He pulled his cock out and sprayed his thick jizz in my hair, over my face and down across my breasts and belly. He seemed to cum and cum.

Once again my body took over and I came with the sheer excitement of his cumming over me like that.

Next thing I felt him pulling me back onto the bed. Placing pillows under me so that my hips and legs were elevated, My legs were wide open and I could feel the cum running from my open cunt down over my bum and onto the bed. I could feel the crawly, tickly tracks of cum running on my face and chest and belly.

“So long, bitch, I hope that you are truly knocked up!”

Suddenly I was alone, blind folded and bound, my fantasy come true. I felt wonderfully fucked and fulfilled.

As I climbed the wisteria, I pondered why the light was on. As I pulled back the curtain, I nearly screamed. Susan was on the bed, legs apart. Her cunt was swollen and open with a slimy line of sperm running from her. As I pulled myself over the windowsill I could see that her face was covered in white streaks of cum, as were her breast and belly. She was blindfolded and this was white with cum and cum had been sprayed into her pretty short hair.

I quickly went to her and very gently undid the blindfold. Her big brown eyes smiled a cat that got the cream smile at me, “Oh Tom, that was the best ever …. Darling, thank you so much for making my fantasy come true.

I felt tears spring to my eyes - what was I to do. Tell her that it wasn’t me, that she had been taken by a stranger. What if we told the police, what would they say about the games we were playing. No they wouldn’t take us seriously. I was paralyzed. Susan kissed my and held me and the longer I said nothing the easier it was not to tell her. I untied her and got a towel and wiped another mans sperm off my lovely wife’s body. Cleaning the sperm that continued to trickle from her cunt.

Over the next few weeks I gradually got used to the idea that she had been somebody else’s, that he had fucked her. I was angry and tearful at times, but managed to keep my feelings from Susan. At least I could console myself with the thought that she was on the pill and couldn’t have gotten pregnant.

Four weeks after our game I did my pregnancy test and it was a big yes! I had not told Tom that I wanted a baby - it was to be a surprise and I had arranged our little game for the few days when I was fertile, for when Tom would come home, tie me up and fuck me. I knew how excited he would be and how much he would cum for me. I wanted every drop of cum deep in me as I lay there tied and helpless.

I was in despair when she told me. Susan was telling me how excited she was to be pregnant. Asking me to me to forgive her for not telling me that she was coming off the pill. She was so full of joy that I could not bring myself to tell her that I wasn’t the father, that she had been fucked by a stranger and impregnated by him.

I held my silence, how could I tell her now, when weeks of my silence had gone by? It got worse when the technician showed us the ultrasound of twins.

I went to antenatal classes with her and when the day came I held Susan’s hand, coached her and helped with her breathing as her labor progressed.

Tom was there with me as the first of my twins arrived. The nurse wouldn’t look me in the eye when she handed me my black baby boy. Tom looked horrified, but didn’t say anything. After the second baby was born, a beautiful black girl, the twins were taken away to a special care unit and Tom and I were left alone.

When we were alone at last, I somehow found the courage to tell Susan what had happened that night. How the game had gone wrong. That it was a stranger who had fucked her. A black man who had climbed into her bedroom, and who had bound her and raped her. I told her how I couldn’t bear to hurt her by telling her what had happened when I first saw her, how the police would have reacted, and now I had to tell her because the babies were black.

I felt sorry for Tom as he told me his sorry story, tears pouring down his cheeks.

Still I wasn’t going to tell him that I had a had a black lover for over a year now. I fell in love with Tom’s because of his big cock, but once I had discovered Saul’s absolutely huge black cock on a business trip I couldn’t do with out it. I wanted to stay with Tom, he was my financial security - Saul would never be able to support me the way that I was used to. But I so wanted to have Saul’s baby that I devised “the game”.

I paid the clerk at the hotel to tell me when Tom checked out so that I could get Saul to come over and arrive an hour before Tom, tie me up and blindfold me and then well and truly fuck me. It wasn’t rape, I loved every moment as he fucked me and got me pregnant.

He then positioned me on the bed so that Tom would see my open cum filled cunt and would know straight away that I had already been fucked by someone else. Tom doesn’t like confrontation and I was banking on him not wanting to tell me what had happened. I figured that he wouldn’t want to hurt me, that he would avoid telling the truth.

I knew that I would be having a black baby nine months latter, my only problem was that I wanted two babies and I hadn’t figured out how I could have a second black baby without Tom realizing what was going on. However, nature or my body, sorted it out by my producing two eggs that month!

I shed tears as Tom told me what he thought he had seen that night and I kept the truth from him - I didn’t want to hurt him after all!

Tom has no family and I agreed that we would tell everyone that he had a grandfather who was part black and that the twins must be throw backs.

We left hospital a “happy couple” with two beautiful black babies, I have never told Tom the truth and never will. The twins are now five years old and we are a happy family and I am contented with my family, provided that I can have my well endowed black lovers discretely, but no more children - unless I can come up with another sure fire plan to make Tom a gullible cuckold.

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She couldn’t move, her body not obeying her. Her head felt foggy, and no sound came out of her mouth. She saw the girl approach, pulling her legs apart slowly, exposing her. They were both naked, the room dark. Krissy felt her heart pound, her voice not working. God, what was wrong with her? Last thing she remembered she was pretty drunk and she thought maybe she passed out. And then waking up with this woman’s mouth on hers, her hands taking off her clothes.

The girl put some sort of lubricant between her legs and she felt her warm hand between her legs. Krissy whimpered slightly as the girl came over her, her eyes dark and Krissy had the fleeting image of a tall, lithe body and then she gasped, feeling the length of something thick, inside her tight depths. The girl lifted her legs and she realized that the dildo she had inside of her was also inserted inside of the girl, that she was also having sex with the woman as she pulled back, then filled her completely. The girl’s rhythm was slow and steady, but gentle and Krissy felt her body react even though she didn’t outwardly.

Her breasts felt swollen, her vagina started to throb and she looked up at the girl, helpless. The girl laced her hands in hers and bent down, her mouth going to her breasts. Krissy heard herself moan, felt her nipples being suckled strongly and a gush of wetness shot between her legs. She was being taken strongly and it felt so incredible, shock reverberating through her. She wasn’t supposed to feel this, was she? The girl’s mouth was on hers, her hips thrusting deeper and they both moaned and she realized she could move her hands. She flexed them and the girl’s mouth pulled from hers, surprise in her eyes, her hips stopping.

They stared at one another and Krissy whispered, “Don’t stop,” her voice hoarse. The girl’s eyes changed, and then she started to thrust harder, her hand turning on some sort of vibration, both of them jerking. Krissy’s legs twined around her hips, her breasts brushing hers again and again. Krissy arched beneath her, the girl holding her wrists. She felt her orgasm slide through her and she fought it but the girl held her down, fucking her slowly. She gasped, feeling herself milk the thickness inside of her over and over.

The girl flipped her over and took her from behind, her face in the pillow and she felt her fingers push lightly into her ass. She whimpered as she was taken in both places, her body shaking. “Do you like that?” the girl groaned into her ear as she lay her body over her. “Do you like me deep inside of you?” “Yes.” Krissy moaned, feeling so full, so penetrated. “Take me..” she moaned. “Fuck yeah..” the girl groaned, slapping her ass with her stomach. She felt another climax hit her low in her back and she felt the girl above her push her deep into the bed as she rode her through the wave.

Krissy turned over, the girl still embedded in her and she sat up, in her arms. Krissy slid onto her, the dildo deep and the girl swallowed, feeling it in her as well. “Ride me..” Krissy whispered and the girl hesitated, then put her legs over Krissy’s, her now being the one fucked. Krissy pulled her down tight, forcing her to take the whole length and the girl whimpered, her hands going to her shoulders as she thrust into her over and over, the vibration directly on her clit. She cupped her breast, flicking the nipple. “You like that?” she ground out, holding her tight so she couldn’t move, could only be fucked. “Yeah…” the girl moaned, her legs spread wide. “Say it…” Krissy said, gliding in and out of her strongly. “I…God..I love it.” she groaned softly, her climax flying through both of them, their eyes wide on one another.

The girl stilled over her, turning the toy off. “I think….I’ve met my match,” she whispered. Krissy felt her mouth curve. “I know you have.” “God you’re so hot,” she girl shook her head. “You must’ve thought so, bringing me home like this.” She still felt slightly disoriented, but she knew exactly what had happened and her participation in it. “I wanted you so bad I could’ve just fucked you there, at the club.” Krissy felt her mouth curve. Remembered the girl and her in the bathroom, their mouths on one another. “Did you put something in my drink?” The girl frowned, shaking her head, “No, definitely not.” “I think someone did…” “I thought you were a bit drunk…there was this guy though that was sort of stalking you.” Krissy licked her lips slowly as her memory started to come back, “Yeah, some blond guy, right?” The girl nodded, “Had to tell him to back off. Told him you were mine.” Krissy felt her body relax, “Well, you definitely had me.”

The girl looked at her, a grin coming to her face. She was actually quite beautiful and with that smile, stunning. “Let me make love to you..” Krissy blinked up at her, “Yeah?” “Yeah..” the girl whispered. Krissy bit her lip and then nodded. The girl gently withdrew from her, then pulled it out of herself. Krissy though it was the hottest thing she had ever seen, her vagina glistening in the dim light of the room. The girl saw her looking between her legs and she shook her head, “Me first…” Krissy felt her breath leave her as the girl lay her down on the silky sheets, her body between her legs.

“I want to eat you out nice and slow, make you come for me a few times before I take you again..” the girl whispered, looking down at her. Krissy groaned softly, feeling a dull ache between her legs at her words. The girl’s mouth curved, “Would you like that?” “Yes,” Krissy bit her lip, her hands moving up the girl’s ribcage, her stomach muscles taut, an athletes body. The girl bent her head, their lips meeting and all she could think about was the long night ahead of them, as her eyes drifted shut and her senses came alive again.

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Cat swore under her breath, as she took the three, already knowing that it wasn’t going to go in. She seemed to be off at least a foot with all her shots lately. She sighed, running back down the court. She looked up at the clock. 10 seconds. She held up her hand, pushing back against the girl behind her.  Her point guard dribbled, threw it. She turned, dribbled, fade away…nothing but net. Nice. She heard the buzzer and finally relaxed, getting high-fives and a few pats. Well, it could’ve gone worse.

After the game, she threw her stuff in her bag, and took a quick shower, not wanting to stick around. Most of the team was going out to eat, but she really hadn’t had much of an appetite lately. She had been in a bad mood for the last two weeks. Ever since she had brought that girl home. Fucking gorgeous girl. Had made her heart skip a beat the moment she had seen her in the club. Knew that she had to have her. Straight girl, dancing with her friends, a few guys. She was stunning, her body a 10. Her face even higher if that was possible. The girl was getting drunk, giggly. They made eye contact a few times, the girl not looking away, but not really smiling.

She saw darkness behind those eyes, found it intriguing. So after awhile of looking, she finally followed her into the bathroom and into the last stall, locking the door behind her. The girl had turned, surprise in her eyes. Big seafoam green eyes that made her stomach flip slightly. She had touched her face, pulled her close and the girl had been too shocked to do anything but let her. She took her mouth slowly and then harder, pushing her into the wall behind them. She was so soft, her mouth moist, her body hot beneath hers. At first she hadn’t responded, her hands going to her stomach to push her away, but her breathing changed, her mouth opening under hers slowly. God she was hot, tasted so fucking good.

She cupped her full breast, feeling the nipple harden under her thumb, her legs going between hers. The girl moaned softly, felt her body respond. The door opened and they heard voice. The girl pushed her away, indecision in her eyes. She liked that. Liked a girl that wasn’t easily persuaded. Cat never had a problem getting a girl in her bed. She liked the challenge. The rest of the night, the girl stayed in her sights, her eyes taking everything in, how she seemed more agitated, her eyes going to her more often, her cheeks flushed. She was also taking more shots, and she knew the girl was going to be too drunk soon to know what was going on. She didn’t want a comatose girl for God’s sake.

And then there was that guy that kept following her around, trying to touch her, get her to dance. She could tell the advances were unwanted and the last time the girl had gone to the restroom she had talked to him, her eyes steady on his. Both of them predators, understanding one another. He had left not soon afterwards.

Getting her to come with her had been a lot easier than she had thought. It was last call, her friends trying to get her to go to another after hours club. The small hesitance from her was her window. And she took it. She had approached her, the girl leaning back against the wall, putting her jacket on. She had met her eyes warily, and she stopped in front of her. Her friends were going out the door, all but forgetting about her, they were all too drunk. “Come home with me,” Cat had said softly, her finger going up her side, touching her hip. Their faces were close, their lips nearly touching. The girl had not said anything, her eyes wide. She then laced her hand in hers and she had followed her out the door.

She had turned the radio up loud, racing through the streets, wanting badly to feel her under her and be inside of her. The girl’s long blonde hair was wildly flowing, the window down and her hand had gone up her leg, under her skirt, spreading her legs. She could see the girl’s nipples hard under her thin top. Her hands were clutching the seat. She wanted them clutching the bed. They had walked up the steps, the girl weaving slightly and she wondered if maybe this was a good idea. The girl had seemed willing enough, but was enough ok? She was awfully drunk.

But all those fleeting thoughts left as soon as she got her in the house and her bedroom. She undressed her slowly, laying her on the bed, their mouths on one another. Peeling off her clothing, she felt her heart stop. How could someone be so perfect looking? The girl had lain on the bed, her body not moving, just her eyes. Maybe she liked to be submissive, liked to get fucked. She could do that, had no problem with that. If she hadn’t been making soft sounds of pleasure, she might’ve stopped, but she had been so she had decided she would penetrate her fully, make her hers. Make her respond. She had used one of her larger toys. See what this girl could handle. And she had handled it just fine, her body taking every inch, slowly but surely.

Her hands lay at her sides, her legs spread, her mouth parted as she took her nice and deep. A strange sensation went through her, watching this girl lay pliant beneath her, not moving. If a girl wasn’t really responding, was it wrong? She didn’t think she could’ve stopped if she wanted to it felt so good being in her, her own insides clenching at her invasion. Her body started to glisten with sweat as she fucked her pussy. She took her breasts in her mouth, felt her own nipples hard, aching. She didn’t know how long she had been inside of her, gliding in and ou of her when she felt the girl’s hands clench under hers. Surprised, she stopped moving, looking down at her.

The girl’s eyes were intense on her. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and Cat felt herself twitch watching her. “Don’t stop,” she had whispered and Cat had groaned at her words. So she was here with her. And she didn’t want her to stop. She reached down, turning on the vibration and the girl jerked under her. Fuck. The girl had responded as much as she had. She had felt her climax, felt her fight it, held her down making her feel it, then turned her over, wanting to be in her ass, holding her to the bed, the girl moving under her, fluid.

She had come again and Cat thought she might have too when Krissy turned over, telling her to ride her. She was normally the one that did the screwing. But she couldn’t say no, needed what this girl was offering. It had been awhile since she gave someone else the control she always maintained. The girl held her tight, fucking her strongly and she had the strongest orgasm she had ever had in her life. And then the rest of the night…well, that turned out to be about something else entirely. Softer, gentle…making love instead of fucking. It was like both of them knew just how to touch one another, their skin and mouths on one another.

When she woke, the girl was leaving. Their eyes connected as she opened the door, and then she was gone. For the first time in her life, she wanted to get up, started to get up and go after her, but her pride wouldn’t let her open that door, stop her. She felt ashamed at what she had done, bringing an obviously straight girl home and forcing her to feel that pleasure. An obviously wasted girl. Even if she had in the end wanted what she gave, she really hadn’t given her a choice, had she? And it didn’t sit well with her in the light of day. She didn’t have a problem in the bedroom, ever. Resorting to bringing a drunk girl home…what was wrong with her? And what was even worse was that she couldn’t stop thinking about her. Wanted her again. Any way she could have her. And didn’t even know her name.

She stopped at the store, grabbing a few items and a six pack on her way home from the game. She threw her stuff in her room and changed into shorts and a tshirt, then turned on the TV and opened a beer, watching sports highlights. She wished like hell she could just forget about the girl and that everytime she went into the bedroom she didn’t see her lying in it, tangled in the sheets, waiting for her, that  sexy smile curving her lips upwards as if beckoning her to join her again.

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Krissy got out of the shower, toweling dry. Her body didn’t feel like her own, its awakening changing her sensitivity. Her nipples were constantly hard the last few weeks, between her legs, moist. She looked at her face in the mirror, free of make-up, her blue eyes staring back at her. She felt her cheeks flush and she threw the towel over the rack, heading into her bedroom. She flipped on the TV and sat on the bed, putting on lotion. Her own hands on her body brought a reaction and she swore, finishing as quickly as possible.

She hadn’t touched herself, not giving herself release after that night. Trying to not make it real, what had happened. She wanted to lay on the bed, close her eyes, spread her legs, push her own fingers into her, rub her sensitive clit..come…thinking about that woman inside of her, fucking her. Her mouth on her…oh shit. What the fuck had happened? She had gone out with friends, celebrating one of them getting married. Way too much to drink. Seeing her for the first time, she felt a little out of breath. Even though she was straight, it was impossible not to notice her. Tall, long dark hair, dark eyes. All arms and legs. An athlete. She could tell by the way she carried herself, her movement fluid. She was sexy, there was no denying that. Her body had an actual visceral reaction to her. And she had found her looking at her a few times, both of them studying one another.

And then she had found herself in the stall with her, the girl’s eyes pulling her in. Her mouth, her hand on her breast…she felt her body surge, knew desire when she felt it…felt confused. And she drank more. She remembered the girl at the end of the night, leaving her friend, approaching her. And she wanted to say no, but when she had taken her hand, she followed her as though in a trance. She was definitely attracted to her, wanted…something. And then it was sort of a blur until she had found herself lying naked on her bed, watching her walk towards her.

Goddamn she had never been taken like that, like she had no control over what was happening. She was usually the one in charge in bed and it was….indescribable. She was so turned-on she thought she might have come before the girl was actually inside of her. And coming multiple times, her body unable to control itself and quite honestly, her not caring. She wanted that girl in any which was she could have her. And even though she had never been with a woman, it wasn’t even something that occured to her at that point. It was just her and the girl, making one another feel pleasure.

Because she had fucked the girl too. Made her ride her. Shit. After the fucking came the making love…and even though the initial taking had been sexy as all hell, the making love had blown her mind. She had finally passed out from their coupling, her body unable to take any more orgasms as they kept blending into one another. In the morning, she woke first, the sun starting to rise. She had felt herself cradled in her arms, had looked at her sleeping face for awhile. The girl was so gorgeous. And she wanted to stay in her arms. But that indecision started to settle in, and she had slipped into her clothes, looking back at her before she left. The girl had stirred and their eyes met. She wanted to crawl back into bed with her, wanted to feel her hands caressing her again, but couldn’t go back to her, and had left.

And now…now she could barely sleep, eat..her mind running in circles. She knew what she wanted, and really ultimately what she needed. But she was scared, not knowing if she could really BE with a woman. Was it just a fling or something much deeper than that? Because she had one night stands before, a nice no-strings-attached sort of sleeping together and this didn’t feel anything like that. No only did her body tell her that, but her mind did as well.

She pulled on jeans and a tshirt, her eyes going to the TV. She had put it on ESPN for some reason, something she didn’t normally watch. They were showing highlights of what looked like women’s professional basketball. Damn those women were so strong looking. Her hands froze midway between buttons on her jeans, her eyes widening. Oh my God. There she was. The girl from that night. Looking very good in her uniform as she wiped her face with a towel before going back onto the court with her team. They did a close up, sweat running down her neck, her eyes looking up at the scoreboard for a moment as she tucked a strand of lose hair behind her ear. She felt herself get wet just looking at her.

They showed her from behind. That uniform didn’t do her justice, but yeah…that was definitely her ass. She had thought she was an athlete, she wasn’t wrong about that. She laughed in spite of herself. Well damn. Cat. She finally knew her name. Looking just as good as she remembered, seeing her leaving her feeling like a limp noodle. Nice. She looked up at the clock seeing she was running late. And the party just had to be at a lesbian bar. Fucking great. Just what she needed. Not being able to get this girl out of her mind, and having to go to an all-girl bar. She wasn’t dressing up, didn’t need the added attention. A few drinks, that’s all she was staying for. She pulled up her hair in a ponytail and slipped on sandals. She hoped the night would go by quick.

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Cat sat back, shaking her head. The girl grinned down at her, and tried to tug her into a standing position. “Huh uh,” she smiled. “Please?” the girl smiled. “Two left feet baby, sorry.” She slouched down further in her seat. She really had not wanted to come out. Wanted to stay at home and just relax, have another beer. Wasn’t really interested in getting laid. Which pissed her off because she was always in the mood.

The girl squeezed her hand and then let go at the same moment her eyes flirted across and then went back to the group coming in. A bunch of girls. Some dressed up, some casual. The party she guessed, knowing the back area had been reserved for a party of ten. And then she saw her, near the back of the pack. Dressed in jeans and a tank top layered over another, her hair pulled up. She felt butterflies in her stomach just setting eyes on her again. Hadn’t realized just how much she actually had…missed her. How could you miss someone you didn’t even know? Hell, she didn’t even know her name, but she had memorized her body, and that mouth.

They walked past slightly below where she was sitting, up in a raised area. She stood, and the girl’s eyes went up to where she was standing, and she nearly ran into the girl in front of her. They stared at one another and then she continued walking with her friends towards the back. Those same green eyes….she wanted to go talk to her. Knew it was a bad idea. The ball was in her court, no pun intended. She knew where she lived, could have come too see her. It obviously wasn’t something she wanted, whatever it was that was between them.

For the first time in her life, she cared. She sighed. She couldn’t do anything about the girl not wanting her. If she didn’t, she didn’t. So for the rest of the night, she avoided the back and dance area, staying by the pool tables and her friends sitting in the raised area. She caught glimpses of her, tried to pretend like it didn’t matter that she was there, but inside she wanted very much to show her what she wanted.

After a few more drinks, she felt looser, better. But her heart actually felt heavy. The girl that had asked her to dance earlier had been all over her, showing her pretty much that she could take her home, have her. She debated it. Take her home and be thinking about someone else? Or take her home to forget? Finally they decided to go to another club and as they were leaving, she saw her as she ws coming down the steps with her friends. Their eyes connected and she felt this pull, like a magnet towards her. The girl with her put her arm around her waist, pulling her out the door and even as she went, she thought it was a mistake. That who she wanted was still in the bar.

So when they go to the two cars, she begged off, disappointment clear in the girl’s eyes. Well, you can’t please everyone. She went back to the club, stood outside talking to Rich, the bouncer for awhile. Debating if she wanted to go in or not. The door opened and the group of girls came out, Krissy near the middle, laughing with one of her friends. She could tell she was sober. She stood against the wall with Rich, watching them as they passed.

The girl next to Krissy looked over at her and smiled, flirty. Krissy turned to see what she was looking at and blinked, surprised. Cat felt her mouth curve slowly and Krissy bit her lip, her head turning to look at her as they kept walking. Well, she supposed she could stop her. She was waiting for her, right? But once again her stupid pride made her just stand there and watch her walk away for a second time. The one woman she wanted…she couldn’t have. Seemed about right. She said goodbye to Rich and turned the corner, heading to her car across the street. Better to go home alone than to pretend things are fine the way they are and stay out.

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Krissy turned at the car, watching Cat head across the street. She had thought for sure that she was going to take that girl home that had been on her all night. Try as she might, she had not been able to ignore her even though she didn’t approach her. What was she supposed to say? Hi, remember me? The girl that you fucked so good she didn’t want to get out of bed for days? That can’t forget you no matter how hard she tries? That wants you inside of her again and wants to be inside of you?

Her eyes were continually drawn to where she was. Pretending like this sexy gorgeous creature that turned her inside out was not in the same bar as her after weeks of thinking about her. She felt sort of stupid now, knowing who she was, that she could probably get any girl she wanted…she was just some chick she picked up in a bar. Probably some conquest. And here she was just staring at her, wishing for…to be in her arms again. Was she insane to want her?

Cat hadn’t approached her and she hadn’t approached Cat. Scared of rejection…scared of her own reaction to her. She said goodbye to her friends, getting in her car. She had only two beers earlier in the night, not wanting to drink. Not wanting it to be a crutch so she would’t have to deal with how she was feeling. And when she watched her drive away, she knew what she wanted. Even if she rejected her, she had to try. Because she knew this ache wouldn’t go away regardless of how much she willed it to.

She drove slowly, sorting out her thoughts. When she got there, she parked, looking up at her window. A light was on, the TV colors swirling behind the closed curtains. She got out of her car, walking across the street. She took the steps and then knocked hesitantly. She heard movement and a moment later, the door opened. Cat was standing in front of her, in shorts and a t-shirt, barefoot. Krissy chewed on her lip, feeling so much, but afraid at the same time. She looked so damn good. That olive skin dark from the sun, her caramel colored eyes on hers, those full lips just asking to be kissed. They looked at one another for a long moment.

“Come here..” Cat said softly. Krissy stepped over the threshold and into her arms. Cat folded her into her body, closing the door behind her. She buried her face in her neck, grasping her shirt, needing her..the feeling surging through her. Cat lifted her gently, Krissy’s legs twining around her hips and she carried her to the couch, sitting down. Krissy lifted her head, and their mouths brushed. Their eyes stayed open as they kissed softly.

“I’m scared…I don’t want to need you like this,” Krissy whispered, her hands going around her neck. Cat cupped her face, “I can’t eat..sleep…all I think about is being with you.” Krissy swallowed. Cat raised her eyebrow and Krissy laughed softly. “Guess that makes two of us. I saw you on TV earlier this evening, surprised the hell out of me,” Krissy laughed softly. Cat gave her a smile. “I didn’t know you played professional sports.” Cat nodded, “I assumed as much. I’m glad you didn’t.” “Why?” She shrugged, “Sometimes people act weird. Can’t tell if they want to be my friend because of who I am..or…you know?”

Krissy gave her a slow smile, “Well, I just want you for your body.” They both laughed, “Oh really?” Krissy bit her lip then shook her head. They stared at one another. “I can’t describe what this is between us,” Krissy whispered. Cat nuzzled her nose, “Maybe we don’t need to.” Krissy nodded, knowing that not everything had to be catagorized and labeled, that sometimes things just were. “Well Cat, my name’s Krissy. And it’s very very nice to meet you,” she whispered, her fingers tangling in her hair.  “Oh I agree,” Cat replied, her eyes darkening. Krissy shook her head groaning as she felt a shudder of anticipation run through her. She was damn happy to be back in her arms again. As their mouths met, her thoughts started to haze over. She didn’t want to think right now, just feel. They’d go from here.

 

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Ellen’s Saturday

 

Saturday morning came up and I began to clean and prepare the apt. for Ellen’s visit and dinner. I planned the food, even changed bed linen just in case Ellen and I decided to sleep together tonight . . . . I prepared my clothing. I had one of those dresses that had a size smaller than my real size. It had a combination of cotton and spandex that made it cling to my body. I was dressing up for a passionate conquest. Yes, I was in love and did not care that it was with a woman. I wanted her and I was going to have her. Now the question was if she wanted me.

 

I was going to give this woman no alternative. I would be in a silver platter for her enjoyment. My dress was an easy removal. I would not wear any undergarments. A quick pull up and I was totally naked in front of Ellen. I was ready when at about 4:30 in the PM my doorbell rang. We had really not said any specific hour but this was fine. I opened the door and saw the most beautiful thing there at my doorstep. Ellen had also prepared for conquest. She was wearing one of those spandex athletic shorts and one of those spandex athletic brassieres. She had like a halter top to cover the bra but I could see that it was a loose halter. Her body was accentuated by this type of clothing and she looked awesome. She was a sight to see!! She came inside and we both went for each other. The passion between us had no doubts. We kissed, she pressed me against the wall and I felt her nipples through all that clothing. Hers and mine. That is how hard her nipples were and how muscular Ellen really was. I thought that Ellen also does nipple aerobics. I laughed a little and Ellen asked - what?? Told her my private joke and she laughed . . .   a lot.

 

I told her to go to the living room (LR) that I would bring her a goblet of wine and some cheese to munch a bit. She did not release me. She held my hands and made me walk to the kitchen with her. When we got to the kitchen Ellen again kissed me hard. I returned the kiss with the same passion. Our tongues were doing a dance inside our mouths and I was pretty much convinced what I said earlier. Ellen is mine. I am real glad I decided to change the linen on my bed. We were going to have very passionate sex ALL night. We took the wine and cheese and we made it to the LR.

 

Ellen opened her mouth to speak and I said, no, let me start. Ellen, you should have no doubts that I have fallen in love with you. Hard. You should not question my motives for tonight. I really wanted to speak with you and explore this relationship with some logical rational. When I opened the door and saw you I knew that there was no logical rationalization for my love for you. This love I have for you is real and is a feeling that does not require rationalizations. Today I love you immensely. I ask that you try to work this love with me. If you don’t I would suffer . . .   a lot. But, no it is not your fault that I have fallen in love with you. Ellen put a finger on my lips and said, Annie, I am also in love with you. Yes I want to be with you. I want to move here with you and make love to you every night of our lives.

 

Ellen continued. I am coming out also of a previous love that after 4 years was not working any more. So, although we may feel in a rebound and hence a weak love, I am convinced that this relationship is good for both of us. I said to Ellen, - regarding moving in I feel that that part we must take a bit slower. I need to see how the girls would react to mami having a new lover and how they would react that the lover was you. I know they like you as a friend of mami. I also need to sound my parents off. It is a lesbian relationship and society does not look well yet at these relationships. I personally could care less what society thinks about us. But other members of my family need to know what I want. Right now we can count with the Wednesdays that Mike takes the girls and the week ends he has them. Once we do some ground work, then I would love for you to move in with me. I love you and want to make love to you every night of the rest of our lives.

 

So, unless you want to say something more about lesbianism that you feel is something that is needed to be said, I would love to put that subject in a drawer. I love you and I do not care what society may or may not say about lesbian love.

 

Ellen said that she understood and that she would work with me to acquaint all her family to us. She also said that the days that I would sleep without her would be painful because she also fell hard for me. However, before putting the “L” word in a drawer she wanted to clarify something for me. Lesbianism is a term of the past. Lesbianism is one of those labels that past societies put on the love of same sex, in this case you and me. Lesbianism was a connotation of “wrong”. It was also considered perversion only because the mentality of society was too “religionized”. When in fact, if love is pure what does it has to do with whether is between two same sex individuals. As long as the individuals are OK with it and it is performed like any other sex, behind closed doors, who really gives a hoot.    

 

How can you call evil the love I feel for you and the love you feel for me. In the old societies Lesbianism was forbidden by religious misunderstandings. When I was born, my parents did not say, - Oh, what a beautiful Ellen. Let us educate her as a lesbian. I did not go to classes to learn lesbianism. I was not abused by anybody as a child or when growing up. There was nothing strange in my life that put me into lesbianism. As a matter of fact I was in love with a boy and lost my virginity with him on our senior year.

 

We graduated and he went to a University far from our homes. Out of not being close and not having a lot of contact we both fell out of our love. I did not get involved with a woman because men were bad. No, one day in a party and drunk I made love to a girl. The next morning among the haziness of the situation I began exploring my involvement with this girl. It was her first also. We both lived for a while together and we both realized that we loved women.

 

We did not stay together for a long time but we both realized that we had found something about us that was there although not recognized. I began visiting lesbian’s bars     

  And fell in love with one of the girls. A sweet and beautiful girl. Her mother became very ill and she had to move to help her father. Her mother died of cancer and she was devastated. She came back to me but she was in no position of continuing with our love. I tried to keep her but it was very difficult for me and her. We parted very amicable. We still write each other. She is married and with kids. All we do is send Christmas and birthday cards. I fell in love again. This was Toni and this was the last. We broke up and that is that. Now I love you and I want to work real hard for your love.

 

I was really happy that she said all that. I know Ellen wants to assure me that the past is just that, past. And I love her for that. She kissed me again and we went to the kitchen to bring the food and eat. I told her that I have a surprise for her after dinner. So, we ate, clean after, put the dishes in the dishwasher and went to the LR. Ellen was asking for her surprise. I sat her in the couch and kissed her. And I kissed her again and again. Ellen was responding as passionate as myself. We both were getting warm and hot. I am sure that Ellen’s pussy was getting wet because mine was. Then I stood up and asked her if she was ready for her surprise. She said - YEAH, don’t make me suffer more . . . . I grabbed the skirt part of the dress and removed it all leaving me naked right there in front of my love. She jumped, grabbed me and squeezed me to kiss me with abandon and to kiss my nipples and to move her hands to my pussy and to just make love, no, to have sex with me.

 

I was wanting Ellen’s tongue in my pussy and I was wanting it NOW. I moved her, dragging her to the couch and I laid down. I wanted Ellen to jump at my pussy. But before, in a very quick move, she removed her tops and her breasts became free for me to eat them. Ellen got to my pussy and began the process of eating me. I said something about she being full of food. She said, food yes, your pussy not. And she began doing me. Her tongue traveling all over my pussy. At times on the clit, at times on the labia and at times trying to penetrate me as much as possible. In one of those penetrations I cum. And she ate all my juices. And she said how good the juices tasted. And she spent some more time at my pussy and she was giving me orgasm after orgasm. After the second orgasm I lost count. It seems that they went for ever. She allowed me my aftershocks but she did not stop kissing. She traveled from my pussy to my mouth traveling through my body with kisses and tongue. And my aftershocks were really great!.

 

After a while I stood up, grabbed Ellen by a hand and took her upstairs to my bedroom. I put her on the bed, removed her shorts and began to eat her pussy. Again it reminded me of Mike’s comments. Pussy tastes so great that it is a sin not to eat them. This time I think that Ellen’s pussy tasted better. The previous time, last night, there was a bit taste of chemicals from the Jacuzzi. Tonight Ellen’s pussy tasted like the finest elixirs man has made. Oh, God what a GREAT way to end a meal. And we were not done yet. I felt Ellen’s orgasm building. Ellen is one of those women that move a lot while love making. She was electrified. I don’t move as much when having sex.

 

Ellen exploded and I drank all the sex juices coming out of her pussy. I could see that I did a great job eating Ellen. She said so and she thank me for it. I replied that love does not require an expression of thanks. It required just more of it. Ellen said, Annie you are a beautiful romantic. Ellen continued, come up from down there. I want to kiss you and feel your nipples on my breasts. I want you to feel my nipples on your breasts. I forgot to mention that Ellen and I are about the same height so our nipples will touch each other a lot! I did so.

 

Once on the top part of my bed I opened a drawer on a night table and pulled a double headed dildo that Mike bought and he tried to fuck me on my two holes once. Pussy and ass. But the ass part it seems that he did not prepare it well because it hurt a lot. So I have had this dildo hidden in my closet waiting for an occasion. I really did not know what occasion. It seemed a possibility this afternoon when I was preparing for Ellen. But not knowing well yet about lesbianism and dildo fucking, I asked Ellen if it was alright to use this. She basically said that it was a tool to pleasure each other and if I wanted, she would want it too. Both our pussys were getting a bit dry and we needed to moist them up again. Some heavy kisses did the trick. I asked her if she was ready for my fucking her. She said YEAH, I am ready. Are you ready to receive me inside of you?? She retorted. YEAH, I am ready.

 

We sat on the bed facing each other. We came close. Cock close. I penetrated her with one side of the dildo, she penetrated me with the other side. Ellen pushed herself to bury the dildo deeper. By doing this she also buried my half deeper. And our labia was now touching. We sat there motionless but kissing each other very passionately. Between kisses she said, Oh Annie I have been wanting to fuck you for the longest time. But I realized that you needed time to grief over the divorce and I have been waiting patiently for you. Oh, I really wanted to fuck you. I really wanted to feel you in my arms and trembling of orgasms. I wanted to satisfy your sex. I wanted to fuck you, and fuck you and fuck you. Still neither her nor I had move. We were savoring that our pussy’s were filled. And the labias touching. Our nipples were hard and we both were ready for a great fuck.

 

It was an interesting situation. I, figuratively as a man, was fucking my lover. Myself as a woman was being fucked by my lover. Ellen moved first. Slowly. We were both on uncharted territory. I countermoved. I felt the motion inside of me and began realizing that this idea we were going to do it again. The idea is great and producing on me the sensation wanted. Ellen moved a little more brisk and her labia “hit” my labia. I felt the blood rushing to feel my labia. And with every penetrating move I felt more excited. More sexually satisfying. I was moving and Ellen was counter moving on me. We developed a rhythm that was going to take us to our orgasmic explosion. In-out, in-out, in-out. The friction on the walls of my pussy were great. I even think that Ellen was hitting my G spot. I began my orgasm and so did Ellen. The feeling of satisfying Ellen this way I had not felt before.

 

She was fucking me and at the same time I was fucking her. Really, only women with a double headed dildo can experience this sex. We do have more love holes than men. One day I may introduce Ellen to the twins. We could have them and maybe Bob (gym-guy) and I would have three cocks inside of me. Men can not do that. But that is going to be a conversation for later on when our love is more firm. I feel that I am becoming a slut. Well, that is not entirely because of Ellen and my renewed sexual thoughts. Mike started to get me to be a slut in our bed. He is the one that brought all the sex toys, all the porno films, and all the ideas of more aggressive love making.

 

The dildo penetrated us well and we enjoyed a good fuck. After the aftershocks we both fell somewhat tired and we fell embracing each other, very tight and with the dildo in position. We slept. Next morning we woke up and made love again. . . . .  

 

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Mike’s bomb . . . . .

 

 

A month had passed after the “twins” adventure. I had not said anything yet. I was so afraid at Mike’s reaction that I did not have enough courage yet to tell him. I was feeling pretty sad and guilty of betrayal. When Mike exploded a bomb of himself.

 

Mike asked me for a divorce!. Of course it was a huge surprise. He said that he had fallen in love with a client. He said that once, some time ago, one of his salesperson in a remote territory had an accident and was out of work for about 4 weeks. Mike and Milton (Violet’s husband) had been going out there to cover the territory. In one of those trips he had to take a client to lunch. A female client. I knew that Mike’s business some times depended more on good relationships with customers than on the business itself. This first lunch made Mike to go out there a second time and a second lunch. Of course, nothing was planned. They had a one night stand that continued as many night stands and before he realized, he was in love with this woman. I asked Mike if there was a chance that he could forget this woman. He said no. I did not fight nor told him about my betrayal. So, I made him pay through the nose.

 

I asked that he take care of the financial well being of the girls and myself. He is/was the traitor. Hell yeah, I took advantage of the situation to get out better divorce terms. I knew that Mike had done very well in his work. I told him to pay in full for our apartment. Besides his work, Mike inherited some good money from his father. To pay also the utilities and other apartment expenses. Plus wife and child alimony. I said that Dad could give me work at his business and I could take care of the rest of my needs. It was really very little I needed extra but I had to impress on Mike and his lawyers that I was willing to negotiate.

 

This divorce DID affect me immensely. I was working with my dad but I was feeling like a zombie. No purpose outside of the girls. Sleep, eat and work. Take care of the girls and their school and visit my mom who was my baby sitter when I needed and my shoulder to cry all the time. Mom and I were very good friends before the divorce. While the divorce process was going, and after, Mom became my only friend. Mom encouraged me to continue with my exercises because now more than ever I wanted to look good. Firm body. Lovely and pretty figure. All my curves were in the right places for men to look at me and desire me. I kept going, through this all, to the gym. But I was really a zombie.

 

Until I noticed Ellen. Ellen had been, and is, the aerobics instructor at the gym. Her energy was always high. Her body also showed how much exercise she did. She had good looking muscles all over her body. Firm everything. A great set of breasts, beautiful curves. A stomach six pack to be amazed by. Legs and arms that did not show any imperfection. If somebody wanted to describe the perfect body of a woman all you had to say was ELLEN. She also had a beautiful face. The readers of   these stories may think that describing Ellen is an exaggeration. I tell you, it is not.

 

I had been doing exercises three days a week. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Mom would help me those days to pick up the girls and feed them and I took care of them the rest of the time. On Wednesdays, and every other week end, Mike would come for the girls. Mike remained living in the area. His bitch client moved here with him.

 

Let’s get back to the important things. Back to Ellen. She and I, although we saw each other three times a week, had not developed a friendship outside of hellos and good byes. However, I admired her and her body. I really liked her face and all in her. She also seemed a real nice girl and somebody that you could be friends with. There was a warmth in her that I knew it could be cultivated and develop into a great friendship. I was a little short on friendships lately. She did not seem to have   a big life outside of the gym. That kind of worried me if I wanted to have her as a friend. One day with the excuse that I needed some advice on relieving a small pain in a muscle area, I stayed a bit longer to talk with her and begin getting to know her better.

 

The conversation went real nice. I could see that she had an honest interest in helping me. I felt some sort of a connection with her as far as the exercises was concerned. Another day she heard me talking with somebody about the girls and she asked me about them. I showed her a picture and she was all smiles and happy. I felt that our conversation was good and the motive for her happy disposition.

 

One Friday that Mike picked up the girls I asked Ellen if she would like to go to a movie. Maybe Mac D before and a movie after. She said that it was a great idea and she said - yes, let us do that. - I gave her directions to the apt. for Saturday and she came to pick me up. When I saw her I told her that she looked gorgeous. She did! The clothes she selected allowed me to see all her beautiful curves. Not exactly spandex but close.   I kept thinking that she is a most beautiful woman.

 

  She asked me if I did not mind maybe a little better than Mac D. I said no problem - and we went to one of those nice, down to earth, restaurants in the area. It was a real nice place, unpretentious, but with great food and ambiance. Then we went to see one of Robin Williams comedies and we laugh like little children. I think I woke up from the lethargy I was experiencing. She dropped me home and I invited her to coffee. No, I did not have beer nor wine. Coffee was all I could offer. She said that one cup would be great. And we talked a bit more trying to know a bit more about each other. Finally she said good night. Gave me a peck on my cheek and left. I felt alone after she left. She had made a great impression on me. I wanted to spend more time with her. That night I went to bed and took my vibrator out for the first time since the divorce. I celebrated my new friend with a great orgasm.

 

Next week life continued like always except that now I took more time in saying good bye to Ellen. And this Friday I told Ellen that we were going to go shopping with the girls and I invited Ellen to go. She said yes, would like to meet the girls. Saturday, just before lunch she was there, with a very decent short pants outfit and a tank top that allowed her six pack to be seen. Ellen’s beauty again left me speechless. We went to the mall. Had lunch there and went around with the girls to buy some stuff for them and a present for Mom and Dad that were celebrating their wedding anniversary. I saw Ellen in a new light. She was great with the girls. I could see that she was having fun with them and the girls with her.

 

When we got home I told Ellen to stay for dinner. I was going to cook some pasta with my mom’s recipe. The girls loved it and I was sure Ellen would also like it. I said that I did have some wine we could open tonight. Ellen continued to be great with the girls and from time to time stuck her head in the kitchen to help. We had dinner, saw a TV program that the girls could see and she helped me put the girls in their bed to sleep. On the way down the stairs I did mention to her that she was looking just fantastic. To myself I thought that this girl was giving me ideas. Ideas of what, I was not sure. Just ideas.

 

There was some wine left. I asked her if she thought that she could have it and drive. She said no. So, we kind of said our good byes for this night. Another peck on my cheek and this time I felt something down there in my “love box”. This time I again felt alone even though the girls were upstairs sleeping. Ellen’s departure had a feeling of loneliness that I could not understand why.

 

The week started and Mon, Wed, and Fri I would see Ellen. She was getting in my mind and I was enjoying it. Friday after our exercises ended, she told me that her and Robert, the weight supervisor/instructor, had closing duties tonight. To go ahead and use the Jacuzzi and that she and Robert had to come through the Jacuzzi area to check on the ladies and men locker rooms and she would pick me up from there. I said fine.

 

So I went to the Jacuzzi. At the Jacuzzi, feeling the streams of water hitting my body gave me an inkling to feel something more. I began feeling horny and wanting an orgasm. I moved my legs over the side of the Jacuzzi to position my “love box” in line with the streams to hit my pussy and to cause a friction that maybe would give me an orgasm. I also was able to rub my nipples over my aerobics suit. I was feeling to begin satisfying my horniness. I lowered the top of the suit so that I could give better rubbing on the nipples and just at that moment when the orgasm began hitting I heard a voice,

 

- what is going on here??????

 

I opened my eyes and Ellen was looking at me with a mischievous grin that said what she was really thinking. She wasted no time and she fell in the Jacuzzi and planted a kiss on my mouth that made my mouth to open and to give her a great taste of my tongue. We kissed each other with passion and abandon. I was not surprised at my reaction because I had been falling for her although I did not see it until this kiss. When we separated to breath she said – I know that your response says that you did not get scared by my kiss. But, why did you respond so passionately??   She continued, - I am a lesbian and have been looking forward to meeting you to see if I had any opportunity with you.   I said to Ellen that I am not a lesbian but was looking for a friendship and thought that she, Ellen, would be   a great friend. Only that I also fell in love with her. And that her kiss made my brain understand what I was feeling for her.

 

She kissed me again and we embraced and tongued each other for a while. She continued what I started and removed my suit. I felt her fingers coming to my pussy to fuck me there. While she was doing this I also began undressing her and when I got her naked I pulled her out of the Jacuzzi. I had intentions of going down on her but she did it first. She began circling my clit with firm and delightful rubs with her tongue. I realized that her tongue must have taken aerobics classes also.   I felt her tongue hard on my clit. I felt her tongue going around my lips and making me begin to release my sex juices in recognition of the work her tongue was doing. At the same time I had my nipples on rub control. I was making love to my nipples and I was feeling extra sexual. I was so hot and sexually charged that I came pretty quick. My orgasm hit me like an earthquake. What pleasurable tremors. My body responded all electrified. I was in sex heaven. After a few moments enjoying my aftershock I told her that I wanted to do her. It was going to be my first time with another woman but I did not think that I required more instructions.

 

I went down on her and tasted sexual woman’s juices for the first time. I understood what Mike had been saying all along to me. Women taste sooooo gooooodd. I did to her the same thing she did to me. My tongue gave her clit a good work out and I went around her pussy lips several times. And her juices, what a delicious refreshment. I had my ass up high to be able to eat Ellen better. Ellen said, - Annie, do you mind a cock entering your pussy??. Robert saw us and he is going to fuck you. I did not even looked back, I said to go ahead that I was too busy with my new pussy. Ellen would you be jealous?? I asked. Not tonight she said.

 

[I want to make an aside here regarding myself and my feelings with all this sexuality. I grew up in a very conservative house with conservative understanding about life and sex. My mother did not speak with me at all about sex until I began talking about Mike at home. Of course at this time, in high school, I had learned all about sex, although I remained a virgin until Mike and the Senior prom. With Mike we both progressed into porn films, masturbation and all kinds of sexual toys and positions. Mike and I became within our own house pretty sexual. There were times that I would masturbate before Mike’s arrival from work and then with Mike we would spent hours having glorious sex together and with my vibrators. I became quite an orgasmic woman and I loved sex. I became a sluty wife. I loved sex in ways that we learned from the porno films. I was intrigued by several things. 1) anal 2) two men inside of me 3) another woman’s pussy. Mike always said that pussy juices are a real treat to both the sex part and the actual taste of the juices. Mike said that pussy juice is like “nectar” from forbidden fruits. So the sex with the twins, although it happened not exactly as planned, it was desired. The sex with Ellen was desired. And at the time that Bob entered me I did not pay too much attention to the fact that it definitely was whorish behavior but because I was having Ellen’s pussy in my mouth I really did not think twice of my whorish behavior.]    

 

I felt Robert looking for my pussy hole and when he found it he pushed his cock into me. I felt a big cock. I felt that cock sliding into me slowly but with a firm push. My pussy was wet and Robert’s cock found no resistance. Robert began fucking me, in-out, in-out, in-out . . . .   While this was going I was going too on Ellen’s love box. She was orgasming and so was I. We three seem that we were timing each other. We cum almost all at the same time. I know that my orgasm again was seen and felt. Ellen’s was also very powerful. We were all satisfied.

 

Ellen and I went to the locker to dress up and to complete the closing process and so did Robert. We met back at the door and we kissed Robert very sexually but asked him to let Ellen and I speak a bit more. Robert left us and I told Ellen that I would love to have her at my house tonight but that I wanted to process what happened tonight. I told her to come for dinner tomorrow. To make it an early dinner so that we could talk and see where this was going to take us. I really was falling for Ellen hard. It was the first time I ever thought of lesbianism. Nothing wrong, just the first time, and I was not clear yet about being in love with another woman. Although if I was going to fall for a woman, there was nobody better than Ellen.

 

We kissed very passionately and we separated to go to our respective homes. Tomorrow we would either cement this relationship or say our farewells. I did not want to say good bye.  

 

I began to realize that there really is nothing wrong with loving another woman . . . . .                                          

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