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Chrissy Martinez, Latina Stud #6: Aftermath


I know its been awhile; I had some things to finalize, which I sort’ve done, a bit…anyhow, I have a new Chrissy Martinez Episode for you, and I hope you lovely, loyal darlings enjoy it -”Jill” n “Jack” to your lil’ hearts content!

The luscious housewife’s mind has been in a torment since her savage butt- fucking at the hands of the determined Chrissy Martinez: whether to report the attack or endure what will certainly be future, repeated sessions…after much praying and soul-searching, and on the advice of her pastor (she only gave the man the barest description, certainly not the part about her ANAL VIOLATION or the fact that her attacker had been a WOMAN!), she makes a call to her local precinct and requests that a female detective be sent to her home so that she can make a formal report…Louise has no intention of trying to explain the events to a MALE detective…how she will keep the news from her husband she doesn’t know…

In the time it takes the detective to arrive, Louise has changed her mind a dozen times about the wisdom of what she’s about to do. Before she can flip-flop a thirteenth time, her door-bell rings:

“Good afternoon, M’am, I’m Detective Lopez”

The strikingly-pretty Latina investigator shows her a badge, which Louise gives a cursory glance before allowing her visitor entrance to her home. They seat themselves in the expensively-appointed living room and Louise has coffee while Detective Lopez sips on a bottle of mineral water. The female investigator writes down the time, date, location, etc of the alleged crime, then asks Mrs. Parker a few pointed questions:

“Mrs. Parker…if this date you’ve given me is correct, the alleged incident happened ten days ago…why the delay in reporting it?”

“I-I was ashamed, I suppose, and humiliated” the buxom homemaker replies.

“Why humiliated?”

“W-eelll… I was raped by a FEMALE, Detective Lopez…I’m sure that’s not normal. And the CIRCUMSTANCES are…quite embarrassing”

“I see…that reminds me: what did the attacker use to achieve penetration? I ask because Rape indicates penetration of some sort.”

Louise blushes furiously before answering. She knows, however, that the question was bound to be asked sooner or later, and she steels herself before speaking.

“She…had one of those… rubber TOYS…a BIG one…it-it was fitted around her waist by some sort of belt or harness…OH GOD! This so is embarrassing!”

“A strap-on dildo?”

“Is that what it’s called? I wouldn’t know”

“I understand your discomfort, and I have only a few more questions. The penetration was vaginal, anal or both?”

Louise Parker shifts a bit uncomfortably on her still-sore bottom.

“Ummm…anal, no vaginal”

“And you are absolutely certain that your attacker was a young Latina woman, medium height, slim build; any tattoos or scars that you remember?”


“You have no idea who it was? None at all?”

“Well…I…I-I wasn’t completely honest when I gave my report to the officer on the phone…I do know who the woman was”

Detective Lopez remains stoic. “Well, that’s alright. You have every right to be afraid of possible retaliation, and I understand fully your hesitation at discussing something such as this with a male detective. So…who was it?”

“My neighbor-Christina Martinez”

“How is it that you know your attacker’s name? Rather, how did you find-out her identity? Did you speak to the young lady’s parents?”

“No…I asked around the neighborhood.”

“Mmmm…Mrs. Parker, before I forget…did you put-up a struggle? You don’t appear to be bruised, at least not facially”

“She’s…very strong. I was, AM, afraid of her. I’ve never had a fight in my life, Detective. I never had a chance to defend myself. I just did whatever she told me to, so as not to be hurt anymore than I already was”

“I see.” After jotting the name down in her notebook, Lopez puts the little leather-bound spiral note pad away .

“You realize that any evidence that might be useful in this case is almost certainly lost. As part of procedure, I will need to take some pictures of any bruises that you may still have for the file. Please take off your clothes”

“I-Are you sure that’s necessary? Just thinking about what happened makes me… just brings it all back”

“Mrs. Parker, I have ten pending cases, not including this one, all of the same type as yours. In those cases, the victims DID NOT WAIT ten days to report their alleged crimes, and cooperated FULLY in the ensuing investigations. I understand that you’ve been traumatized, and have suffered, but I need to either get FULL cooperation from you, or write this up as ‘VICTIM UN-COOPERATIVE’ and move-on to my other cases… so…STRIP…NOW, or I’m outta here”

Properly chastened, Louise begins undressing while Detective Lopez steps out of the room. In the few minutes she’s out of Louise’s sight, she makes a whispered cell phone call…

Chrissy Martinez checks her caller id before answering her ringing mobile phone.

” ‘Sup? Que onda, prima…Oh she DID, hmmm? Right, right…You’re there now? ‘Kay…Give me about 30 minutes…that bitch is gonna wish she had kept her fuckin’ mouth shut! Bien, bye”

What a stupid bitch, the young Latina muses as she returns to her earlier task, which was finishing some chemistry homework due the next day. The cunt will be shocked out of her white-bread mind when she discovers that Detective Lopez is Chrissy’s cousin Lourdes (Lulu), daughter of her dad Ramon’s sister and a notorious “cocks-woman” in her own right.

Chrissy finishes-up her assignment, straps-on, and leaves the house.


She jumps the fence and checks to see if she is being observed before continuing to the back-door. She pulls-out her cell phone and hits # 6 to speed dial…


Lorraine is stripping as ordered : her expensive silk blouse, dark blue in color, is draped-over a nearby easy chair; she is busy struggling-out of her tight black skirt when Detective Lopez’ cellular phone rings. “Hey…OK, c’mon in; we’re in the living room.”

Louise is shocked-into immobility. “Who-what-who were you speaking to?”, she quavers.

Her question is answered seconds later when Chrissy walks into the living room; actually, SWAGGERS in would be more accurate.

Oh, my dear lord” The shocked housewife’s whisper is barely audible. All hope of a positive resolution withers and dies; she sees, too late, that the wicked teenager is too powerful, too well-connected…she can never hope to bring her to justice and re-claim her former life. In the few seconds after Chrissy enters the room, Louise Parker surrenders to what she sees now as her fate. If Chrissy has accomplices on the POLICE FORCE, no one: not her husband, not her pastor, NO ONE can help her now…

“Wuz up, bitch?” Chrissy greets her neighbor. “Called the cops on me, hmmm? Guess what, dumb ass: Detective Lopez here is my COUSIN, so you really fucked up…and you are gonna find out just how serious that fuck-up is, once we get through with you”

The horny young female rapist’s long fingers work the zipper of her baggy jeans, then pull out the same huge latex dong she’d used on Louise during her home invasion of nearly one week and a half ago…the look on Louise’s face is one of recognition, also resignation, as the full import of her blunder sinks in.

Chrissy informs Louise that if the busty housewife can use her tongue to “snitch”, she can use it to make up for her treachery; she lifts her intimidatingly-huge strap-on cock out of the way and spreads her legs, then orders Louise onto her knees. “Eat me, bitch”…

Louise does as she’s told; she kneels before Chrissy and peeks at the hairless pink slit between the younger woman’s sturdy thighs. The sooner she complies with their orders, the sooner her ordeal will be over, so she leans forward , closes her eyes tightly, and tentatively flicks her tongue at the nea t, glistening female gash. Chrissy pushes her hips forward, so that the older woman’s face is mashed against her crotch, and warns her that if she doesn’t get to it and show some enthusiasm, that the voluptuous brunette’s ass will pay the price. Louse hurries to obey, instinctively, though a bit clumsily, clamping her mouth over her tormentor’s juicy cunt. Her tongue swabs up and down, around and around, and though it lack finesse, it succeeds in causing the young Latina to utter a faint groan of pleasure.

Lulu folds her jacket carefully over the easy chair she’d been seated in earlier, then un-clips the holstered 9mm Berretta automatic from her belt and places it on top. Her pullover blouse is next, then her tailored slacks; she takes-up a position behind the kneeling homemaker wearing a black thong, high heels, and of course, a ten inch long rubber dick strapped to her slim middle.

She grabs Louise’s buttocks and pries them open; Louise gasps as Lulu shoves a slender finger deep into the puckered brown starfish nestled between those round, fleshy ass-mounds. The rough treatment of her poor back-door causes the beleaguered brunette to scream, which is muffled by Chrissy’s muscular thighs. A yank on her hair convinces her to continue her sloppy, in-expert tongue- action on Chrissy’s bald puss.. .

Though Louise’s oral efforts are far from skillful, her hot wet, tongue still manages to excite Chrissy to the point that her juices are flowing freely, so much so that the flavorful secretions overflow the captive wife and mother’s mouth and spill down her face.

Behind her, Lulu digs her fingers into the deep crack between her ass-cheeks and spreads them wide. A second or two later, the horny detective’s fat, greasy cock-head sockets-itself firmly-against her stinging anal grommet. Louise’s guts chill briefly when Chrissy makes this statement: “Fuck that ass like you OWN IT, prima.”

Lulu has every intention of doing JUST THAT:

The steady, relentless pressure of the fat, lubricated cock-head on the weakened center of Louise’s anal pucker has the inevitable result: the blunt rammer over-comes the perfunctory resistance and pops-into into her steamy interior. The choked gasp Louise utters is muffled by the steamy pussy her face is buried in. At the same time, Lulu reaches down and around and presses the tip of her ring finger into their victim’s lightly-furred cupcake. Louise groans and her head tosses from side to side; the outrageous sensations of cock and finger are maddening and despite herself, the buxom brunette captive is getting wet.

Chrissy decides that the novice cunt-licker should put her pretty mouth to better use and pushes Louise away. “Open wide, mami” the beautiful high schooler demands, grasping the base of her big dingus and presenting it to her kneeling sex-slave. Louise submissively opens her mouth and accepts the plum-sized head of Chrissy’s dick; there is nothing else for it except to obey.

Lulu plunges slowly through the voluptuous housewife’s buttery rectal walls, stretching and filling her completely. The pinkish-brown crinkle sinks in and sucks outward on the formidable dong as Lulu continues to butt-fuck the buxom, double-stuffed Christian wife with increasing power. As the pain lessens and the pleasure grows, Louise moves her sexy ass in a spastic, circling motion, tentatively at first, then more forcefully with each stroke. Her dark pucker clings to the base of the thick rubber pole as it slides in and out.

Hot little sparks of want sear through the now-willing older woman; she moans in delight as the double attack on her senses continues.

Louise’s pillowy, spread ass cheeks smack against the fronts of the Latina detective’s thighs, and her soft cries of ecstasy are getting louder, though not as loud as they would be without Chrissy’s long, thick dick stuffing her throat. Now its’ CHRISSY’S TURN…

The horny cousin’s change places; Lulu grins evilly as she presents her lightly-soiled butt-buster to the over-heated Louise, who knows exactly what is expected of her:

Louise takes the head of the monster into her mouth. She cringes and gags when the taste of the KY mixed with her own anal secretions hits her palate. Lulu has no regard for her discomfort and pushes her hips forward, hard, spearing the shaft so deeply that Louise is sure that her tonsils will snap- off if the pressure keeps up.

Lulu’s strong fingers, buried in the heavy-titted captive’s dark, silky tresses, force Louise’s head down even further, until the thick latex truncheon is sunk deep in her throat.

Louise is so intent on suppressing her “gag reflex” that she doesn’t notice Chrissy move-around behind her and get to her knees.


The super-stacked house-wife groans brokenly when her rear portal is breached for the second time; this entry is just as rough as the first. With her mouth and throat crammed full of two massive pseudo cocks the prim and proper pillar of her church community is just another wanton lesbian anal whore on the receiving end of what she wants , needs, and DESERVES… The merciless Latina hammers her 10″ latex prick into Mrs. Parker’s sore and abused ass.

After several minutes of rapid pounding, Chrissy pauses, her cock buried in her rape victim’s ass to the hilt. With a quick, practiced motion, she pulls her ass-stretcher almost free of Louise’s sphincter, then rams it all the way back in, hard. The Latina Stud repeats this process several times, the pace of her shafting increasing with each painful thrust.

Blessedly, Lulu finally withdraws from her throat, and the anally-skewered brunette can draw in her first un-encumbered breath in some time. Her lips and throat are very sore, as is her brutally stretched ass-hole. Despite this, Louise’s vacant fanny twitches with itchy heat; now cumming continuously, she experiences a kind of full-body muscle spasm, she vainly tries to fight-off the growing intensity of the coming orgasm but is unsuccessful, finally jerking and writing in a ticklish sort of agony that leaves her gasping and weak, even as Chrissy continues her relentless anal assault.

Next…Chapter 6a

I got home from work at the usual time. Another long day of sweat and dealing with belligerent people was coming to an end. The sun was closing in on the mountain peak just across from my house. I was happy to be home, ready to shower, and eager to spend time with my wife.

“Baby, I’m home.”

My call from the front door went into an empty house. No one yelled back with any greeting of any sort. I simply figured that Randi was at the store or possibly picking something up for dinner, but I called out again.

“Babe? Are you here?” but still no answer.

I looked around the first floor and saw that the house was spotless. I realized that the maid must have come by and I noted she had done a really great job on the place. Then I set my back pack down at the front door, pulled off my shoes, peeled out of my shirt, and threw my dirty clothes about halfway up the stairs. Dressed only in my undershirt and khakis, I made way to the refrigerator for a cold drink. I reached for the door handle on the refrigerator and saw a several-page note clinging to the steel door under a single magnet. I reached up, grabbed the note, and began to read:


Hey Babe,

How was your day? Hopefully it went as good as mine, but I doubt it. I got home from the gym and Angelica had already completely cleaned the downstairs. I heard her finishing upstairs, so I figured I would go ahead and take a shower. I wanted to make sure I was cleaned up before you got home just in case you had any energy left after work.

I went upstairs and Angelica was still cleaning our room, so I went to take a shower in the guest bathroom. I finished and got dressed. I went down the hall to blow my hair dry, but Angelica was still in our room. I wondered what the hell she was doing in there, so I opened the door. When I did, I was blown away.

Angelica was waiting. She had cleaned out my closet and she found our play things. I opened up the door and she was standing next to the foot of our bed. She had her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and she certainly wasn’t wearing the same thing that she had come to the house in. She put on my black corset and my knee-high boots. To top it off, she was wearing one of our strapons- the one that you love, the nine-inch one with the leather harness. I know that my jaw dropped because my panties immediately got so wet that I couldn’t take it. I must have been in shock because I didn’t move at first. I just stood there until Angelica said something.


All I could think to say was “Hola to you, too.” I could feel myself smiling. Then she summoned me over with her finger. I was hypnotized. I walked over to her and stood in front of her waiting. I don’t think I expected her to give any orders considering she only speaks Spanish, but I was never expecting her to be standing in front of me wearing a strapon. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I was so excited that I couldn’t wait anymore. I reached up with my hands to the sides of her face and pulled her in for a long kiss. Her tongue was so soft against mine. Her mouth was so warm.

She reached up to my hands and pulled them down to my sides while we kissed. Then I felt her finger tips running up my arms to my shoulders. Her hands slid softly over the front of my chest down to my breasts. She lightly rubbed my nipples through my shirt. Then she ran her hands down my stomach and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. She broke our kiss and quickly pulled my shirt over my head. I stood there bare, and goose bumps covered my body when she reached up and pinched my nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. She squeezed and played with my nipples until they were so hard that they started to hurt. Then she bent down and took my left nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard for a second before lightly dragging her teeth from the base to the tip of my nipple. Then she kissed her way to my right nipple and did it again. She was driving me crazy with her lips and teeth. Then she pulled back just a tiny bit and licked small, teasing circles.

Her teasing me with her tongue distracted me from her fingers that she hooked into the waistband of my pants and panties. She tugged them down just a little bit before she slid her hand into the front of my panties. Her fingers found my pussy and a tingling shockwave coursed over my body. My heart pounded and my breath staggered. She had a look in her eyes that let me in on her secret. She had completely taken control. I was hers.

She pulled my pussy lips apart and slid her fingers into my slit. I was so wet that she didn’t have any problem pushing them deep into me. I was ready to crumble. Then she pulled her fingers out and slowly lifted her wet fingers to my lips. She gave her first order.


I put her fingers in my mouth and began to suck and lick them clean. I could taste how wet my pussy was. Then she pulled her fingers out of my mouth and put them in her own. She sucked and licked just like I had. She moaned and then she squatted down in front of me. She reached up and balled her fists into the sides of my pants and panties. She slowly pulled them down over my hips and down my thighs. I stepped out of my pants and panties. I was completely naked and Angelica stared straight to my pussy before she looked up at me and smiled. She placed her hands on my thighs and pushed her thumbs apart. I opened my legs for her access and she moved her face to my slit. Her warm, wet tongue met the hood of my clit. She licked and sucked hard and I could feel my center swell. Then she tilted her head a little more and shoved the length of her tongue into my hole. She buried it in me and wriggled it much to my delight. I could feel my orgasm building as she licked deeply. I yelled out that I was going to cum just as my body twitched and heaved without control. She kept licking. I kept cumming.

Angelica stood up and turned me around. She gave me a light shove backwards and I fell back onto the bed. She crawled onto the bed in a way that seemed like she was trying to seduce me, even though she already had my cum on her tongue. I moved back to the head of the bed and put my head onto the pillows. She started at my belly button and kissed her way upward, over my breasts, to my neck, and then deeply against my lips. I spread my legs for her, as wide as I would for you when I want you to fuck me. I could feel the head of her dong tickling at my soaking pussy. I wanted so badly for her to push into me, but she didn’t. She kissed her way back down again and once again, she buried her tongue into me. The heat of her breath and the flicking of her tongue were nearly too much for me to take. Then she moved her hand in while she licked and began to finger me. First one finger, then two, and then three. She covered her fingers with my juices and lifted her fingers back to my mouth. I sucked them clean once again while she continued to fuck me with her tongue. Then she moved her hands under my knees and lifted them upward. She pushed them high toward my chest and I could feel my ass open. She softly licked her way from my pussy to my ass. She licked in tight circles around my asshole before she pushed her hard tongue into my ass. She licked me deeply and she was driving me absolutely crazy. I begged her.


She pulled her tongue from my ass and made way back to my pussy. She continued to lick and fuck me as I felt the tip of her finger dancing around my asshole. Then she pushed her finger into my backdoor and began to pump her finger in and out of my ass while she licked my clit. I came again. This time was harder than the first. I could barely breathe, but I wanted more.

“Please. Please fuck me.”

Angelica did not hesitate to fulfill my request. She pulled her face from my pussy and her finger from my ass. She kissed her way back to my mouth. I could taste my cum on her lips and tongue and it made me even wetter. She reached down between us as we kissed and guided the tip of her large rubber cock to the center of my slit. I opened my legs wider begging for her to enter me. She pushed her cock into me and I nearly screamed. The width alone was agonizing. I bit my lower lip as her hips met my inner thighs. She was buried in me with our tongues dancing. Then she pulled back and pumped forward again. I moaned into our kiss and she knew that I was loving every inch of it. She continued to pump and fuck me. She picked up her pace and was quickly slamming into me. I couldn’t believe it as I came again. My legs wrapped tightly around her waist and I pulled her into me, holding her in place as I reached another great orgasm.

Angelica pulled her strapon out of me and moved back a little. Then she gave another order.

“Turn over.” (I just love her accent- so cute.)

I turned over beneath her and waited. I was wondering if she was going to pull my hips up so she could fuck me doggy style, but she didn’t. I heard a bottle of lube pop open and I looked back over my shoulder. She was jerking her strapon and coating it with lube. Another tingle ran over my body when I anticipated what was to come next. I reached back and placed my hands on my ass. I pulled my ass open for her and she purred as she dripped lube onto my ass. She pushed what felt like two fingers into my ass. She made sure that I was nice and wet before she pushed the tip of her giant dong into my hole. I moved my hands under my breasts and clinched my fists tightly into the sheets. I bit down hard on the pillow and closed my eyes tightly as the length of her shaft buried into my ass. I burned with delightful pain before I relaxed. She must have felt me relax because that is exactly when she started pushing into me harder and harder. I felt eight of the nine inches withdraw all the way to the tip, then slam back into me hard. The fronts of her hips met my ass cheeks with a loud slap. She did it over and over. I didn’t think I was going to be able to cum again, but I could feel it building inside me as she fucked me harder and faster. Then her hands slid under my shoulders and I felt her breasts push tightly into my back as she humped my ass. I felt her body tense and the pace of her breath stammered. She moaned into my ear as I felt her body twitch and I knew that the base of the dong had rubbed her clit the way that it had done so many times to mine. I loved the feel of her cumming into my ass as she fucked me from behind.

Her orgasm subsided and she laid there for a moment, her rubber cock pushed deep into my ass, her body twitching with delight, and both of us trying to catch our breath.

Now, Baby, if I know you… well, you are standing in the kitchen reading this with a raging hard on. All I can say is hurry up and get upstairs.


I dropped the note on the counter and ran up the stairs. I opened the door to our bedroom and there was Randi and Angelica. Angelica had changed into a red teddy, thigh-high red stockings, and black patent leather high heels. Randi was wearing a black lace braw, garters, thong, thigh-high stockings, and her knee-high boots. Both of them finished off their outfits with large rubber cocks sticking out from their leather harnesses. I looked them over and smiled. They smiled back and summoned me over with their fingers. Randi teased, “We’ve been waiting for you.”

(I have much respect for the lesbian community and have and had several lesbian and bisexual women friends who became experimental lovers. It Is agreed that there are people at the extremes and those who chose to have a sexual moment with the opposite sex even though they identify themselves as lesbians. I am not generalizing in this story but using my real experiences of over 30 years as a male submissive.)


When I was 38, after a five year unsuccessful relationship came crashing down I bumped into my lesbian friend Shara at the swim club. Sensing that I was down she invited me to the beach to meet some people and possibly make some new friends so I won’t be so lonely. Shara was a 5ft 6in. tall longhaired blonde blue eyed surfer chick with an all over tan wearing tight clothing showing her buff body with all the curves in the right places. Shara a sworn lesbian long ago gave up sex with men trading her tastes for pussy. Knowing her back ground after many intimate conversations I didn’t blame her one bit. We always teased each other about dating because Shara knew I had a crush on her which made her flirt with me all the more. Knowing I was a sensitive man with a kind generous heart with a love for women, Shara knew I could easily be taken advantage of. We had some long conversations about my breakup and after gaining trust in each other Shara became my mentor about women.

I told Shara all about my past relationships and she noticed a trend that I always chose dominant women who disliked intercourse preferring only oral sex. All the women saw that pleasuring me was just a chore preferring me to masturbate alone. Shara said she was sorry to say but to a real hardcore lesbian the sight, smell, and feel of semen is a real turn off making her think the women in my past had lesbian tendencies. When I told her about my last relationship my girlfriend’s goal was to make me her personal “male lesbian”. A term she personally coined; a submissive male who wore women’s lingerie in the bedroom using only his mouth her oral pleasures and voluntarily bending over for her to screw me with a strapon. I also told her that my girlfriend loved spanking me for any reason. Keeping a straight face Shara told me that some dominant lesbian women enjoy giving a spanking, which is a way to assert her authority. Spanking is a very intimate way of communication as well as a good method of seduction, adding that a well given spanking produces the willingness of a submissive to do the dominants will. Shara told me she wasn’t at all surprised about my submission into these activities telling me that my girlfriend probably has a latent closet desire to be lesbian and was acting out with me which was probably the reason why we split up.

Shara then asked me about my failed marriage. I admit that my wife was another woman that preferred oral sex over intercourse. Early in her life she got turned off men after working successfully as a hooker in New York for several years. Latching onto me she took advantage of my submissive nature almost spending me into bankruptcy. I told her the best gift she gave me was schooling me for hours in bed teaching me to pleasure her pussy with my tongue. Shara wanted to know if this woman was local and what was her name. When I told Shara that her name was Judi she wanted to know her last name and when I told her much to both of our surprise Shara not only knew her but has slept with her many times and they were good friends. Shara told me you’re right about her knowledge of oral sex Judi has a reputation of being the girl with the golden tongue. Shara told me if I’m as half as good as my ex-wife she could see why my last girlfriend wanted me to be her lesbian lover. Wanting to know why Judi and I split up I told Shara it was partially over money and that she was seeing several women behind my back. I didn’t find out about the hooking or lesbianism until after we divorced. Judi got a taste for pussy in New York and it never left her mouth. I told Shara that the last time I saw Judi was after she gave me a bare handed butt whipping slamming the bedroom door as I was still wiggling on the bed from the spanking.

Shara told me that she didn’t want to psycho analyze me but my being drawn to dominant lesbian women was not a sickness or was it wrong being possibly a subconscious desire for healing in that area. Shara told me my biggest mistakes were marrying them or thinking I could have a long-term relationship. She told me if I look back over the time I spent with these women I actually enjoyed being with them for the most part until the breakups. I learned valuable information about the insides of these women and how they tick making me the person that I am today. I told Shara that I grew up with women preferring to be around women more than men. I was always accepted in their circles and welcomed into their conversations. At parties I would always vacillate towards the women circles for companionship rather than hit on them. It seemed that the dominant dyke types who sensed where I was coming from initiated relationships. Shara told me that I need to get over the guilt that I’ve done things wrong in the past and pursue my “male lesbian self” with the women who fully understand where I’m coming from. Communication and my actions are most important if I wish to continue pursuing these types of women.

One day we ended up sharing a bench at the beach talking and watching the ocean Shara could see that I was beginning to cry so she scooted next to me holding me in her arms. Stroking my hair she moved her lips over mine kissing me with a closed mouth until I responded increasing the passion by pushing her tongue into my mouth licking the insides of my lips. Shara broke the kiss and looked directly into my eyes telling me I accept your male lesbianism but I think you still have a lot of guilt to get over. I’m going to follow you to your place and the first thing I’m going to do is to punish you for all the guilt your feeling. I’m a lot like your girlfriend who loves giving a good whipping but this time I’m your close friend and will not leave you afterwards. After the spanking I’m going to give you a few lessons myself in lesbian etiquette and if you’re good boy I may see how gold your tongue is. We quickly left the beach excitedly driving to my place. I watched Shara walking in front of me wearing her sexy cut off jeans with the bare curves of her sexy ass showing wiggling her hips showing off her body telling me she was interested. I saw a pink handkerchief in her back pocket but nothing connected so I didn’t bother asking.

In the car we discussed discipline which was the perfect place because there was no way to escape. I told Shara I had been spanked by my parents as a child and in my teens I often fantasized about being spanked by dominant women wearing garters and stockings. Shara inquired if I enjoyed getting spanked. I told her the fantasy was more exciting than reality. I enjoyed thinking about being dominated and spanked yet when I knew I was actually going to be disciplined I got butterflies in my stomach just like when I was a kid. I admitted that I willingly took the whippings never fighting the blows and accepting my fate. I also confessed that whenever I felt the need I would ask my girlfriend for a whipping and she would gladly do it with full intensity showing no mercy. Shara told me that the women in the past punished me because they were angry because they were not allowed to share their lesbianism with them even though I was being groomed to be there lesbian lover. Shara told me that the whipping she’s going to give me today will be the beginning of erasing all of those old feelings and accepting the fact that I am a “male lesbian”.

When we arrived at my place we embraced and kissed passionately before we got out of the car then walked arm and arm to my front door. Stepping inside the door Shara locked it tightly telling me the next time I went outside I was coming out as a true “male lesbian”. Shara told me she usually likes to perform ritual whippings sky clad to honor the goddess suggesting that we both shower together ridding both of our bodies of the nervousness of being naked together making it easier for a cleansing whipping for healing. Shara warned me that being with a lesbian has nothing to do with intercourse or semen instructing me to go into the bathroom alone masturbate into the toilet and clean myself thoroughly. She told me she would be waiting for me meditating about the ritual. Shara told me that masturbation was nothing dirty or sinfully wrong and that I was to think about eating her pussy while I came enjoy only the orgasm and not the fact that I was eliminate useless semen. Shara kissed me reminding me that I was still a man and I had biological needs and that coming on a regular basis kept my genitals working properly. Shara helped me get undressed pulling off my shirt and jeans finding out I was still wearing women’s panties which turned her on because she wore the same brand.

As soon as she removed her halter top showing off her beautiful breasts I started getting an erection and when she remove her panties showing off her shaved pussy I was rock hard. My face turned red and Shara quickly schooled me that there was nothing wrong with responding to a woman’s naked body having an erection is the male lesbian’s way of showing that he is attracted to her admitting that when lesbian women see attractive women their nipples get hard, their clits get erect like your cock, pussies get wet just like my cock dribbling pre-come which is like women’s come and the pupils in our eyes were already beginning to dilate getting sexually turned on.Giving my cock a few strokes Shara told me that she is an agreement with the women in my past because she too has no use for a hard cock other than to watch me get excited looking at her. Honestly telling me it’s not at all about cock teasing it’s about a way of life for a lesbian. Shara told me that her lips were for kissing, her pussy was for licking and sometimes her asshole was for worshipping with a willing mouth. The very thought of a male phallus entering any of her orifices was out of the question and taboo because there would be no pleasure in it at all. Knowing I was a little confused Shara kissed me fully on the lips then told me I may not understand the concept today but soon I will? Shara motioned me with a smile to take care of myself and then call her into the bathroom when I was ready.

I gave Shara a warm hug thanking her for the needed lecture promising her I didn’t bring her home for sex admitting that I was attracted to her magical lesbianism. Shara thanked me telling me and that I was a good candidate to explore the lesbian mystique giving me a swat on the butt sternly ordering me to get going. With Shara I didn’t feel like I had to hide but I closed the door knowing she preferred not watching me come. Grabbing my favorite hand cream pouring a judicious amount along the shaft I started masturbating thinking of licking Shara’s pussy. I thought about how much pleasure I could give her sending my good vibes her way almost like a sex magic technique. I was mentally sending her my positive sexual energy thinking about pleasuring her entire body connected to her clitoris. As I stroked my cock it no longer was a fantasy and it was becoming true as my heart started racing, my tongue began licking my lips as if I was already performing oral sex. Suddenly I could actually feel my lips kissing her labia lips opening them up to get my tongue deep inside of her. When I envisioned sucking her clitoris my fingers were busy massaging the head of my cock. The feelings were so intense I pointed my cock into the toilet and began spewing my worthless seed into the bowl. I was crying shamelessly out loudl as I came envisioning coming with Shara with my lips pursed around her clitoris. I lost track of how many times I squirted but my balls ached when I finally stopped. My heart was pounding and I could hardly stand up but I quickly washed off my cock as Shara ordered.

In a soft voice I called Shara who slowly walked into the bathroom still fingering her pussy. Admitting that she was lying on her back meditating and masturbating thinking of my well trained tongue swirling inside of her pussy knowing that my ex-wife tasted her many times. Shana confessed to having a bit of a magical orgasm getting a sign from the goddess that she was to take me into her group giving me a place where I belong. Under the warm water of the shower we kissed, touched, and caressed each other soaping our bodies completely until we were squeaky clean. Walking into the bedroom with warm towels wrapped around us we sat down next to each other so that Shara could give me another lesson. Shara told me that the women in my past had the right idea about whipping me except they were doing it for all the wrong reasons punishing me for not accepting their lesbianism. This time Shara said in a soft sexy voice to begin my healing she wanted me to experience a different kind of whipping with an even more intense pain but for very specific reason rather than for another woman’s selfish disappointments. Pulling a thin and red strap from her shorts Shara held it up to my face saying with this strap I can take you all the way to the top of your pain threshold and hold it there as you cry out letting go of the past. I can sense that you’re ready and I just need to have your consent.

I told Shara that she has shown me my inner feelings opening new doors to places I would love to go. I told her I understood for the first time the importance of masturbating alone because there’s no place for useless sperm with a lesbian. I told her that I also sensed that the timing is right for healing and that I trusted in her to give me the strapping. Placing me in the center of the bed face down Shara told me she was going to be continuously lashing me first into a lustful state, second into a painful state, and thirdly to hell and back where I’d be begging for mercy. Shara said that people that have withstood these whippings changed forever. Shara warned me that this was only going to be the first of several depending upon how much healing I needed. Shara told me that she needed to at least tie your wrists to the headboard because the feeling of helplessness will bring me farther down. I actually had a pair of handcuffs so I handed them to Shara who smiled asking me how many times these have been used. Honestly I told her I had suffered plenty of whippings being cuffed.

Once I was secured to the headboard Shara knelt in front of my face so my eyes had a good look at her excited pussy telling me to keep my thoughts off of my cock and only on serving her pleasure with my tongue promising me that if I withstood the terrors of the whipping I would be drinking from her goddess cup within the hour. Standing proudly naked on the left side of the bed so that she could swing the strap freely with her right arm Shara told me that she was ready to perform the ritual whipping. Ordering me to keep my eyes closed concentrating only on me pleasuring her pussy with my tongue. Without saying a word Shara began slowly whipping my body from the top of my shoulders all the way down to my calves. Starting with stinging flicks Shara started snapping the end of the strap expertly on my bare flesh slowly exciting every nerve ending in my body. I have been whipped many times on this bed but this was nothing like the whipping I was experiencing putting my concentration on licking her pussy and taking the licks for healing.

Shara slowly had my entire body crying out. It was all I could do to concentrate on the visual of her open waiting pussy she had just given me. My body was heaving and writhing to the lash as my heart rate increased and my breathing became shallow fighting to take a breath as fast as I could between lashes. As I was getting lashed I was slowly wiggling like a snake and my hips were moving as if something was entering my asshole. Shara started lashing my bare cheeks across my crack so hard I felt the strap was actually fucking me making me respond by rising up and down with each lustful lash. Whipping me faster and faster I responded as if I was getting fucked in the ass. I actually felt like a giant dildo was spreading my asshole and fucking me. I actually heard Shara during the whipping in a very soft seductive voice inviting me to give in to the feelings and allow her to fuck me. Crying out with every blow and pounding the bed up and down with my hips and I suddenly had an orgasm that was nothing like having an orgasm with my cock because my entire body was writhing and climaxing still moving up and down on the bed as she continued strapping my ass.

Ordering me to get on all fours Shara grabbed my ponytail of with her left hand and started wailing on my sensitive lower cheeks with the full brunt of the leather strap. Each time she struck me of my entire body lounged forward then she would yank me back by my ponytail so that I would be in place for the next blow. I felt like a seesaw as she rhythmically striped my bare ass back and forth. I was struggling with the handcuffs because Shara was right the intense whipping made me want to escape. I tried wiggling my ass but after several hard snaps on my balls taking my breath away Shara warned me to and keep my legs closed and stay still because she wouldn’t mind whipping my balls off. Hearing that I quickly closed my legs bit my tongue and took my medicinal licks. Crying out with every lick of the strap Shara began cursing me screaming that my ex-wife Judi should have enslaved me at the beginning of our relationship enjoying her lesbian lovers with blessings from the goddess. Shara told me that she often talked about being married to a submissive male but she didn’t think he would accept her lesbianism. Shara said little does Judi know that her ex-husband is a full fledge pussy licker. Shara promised as she lashed away to plan a reunion so that both of us could meet and share feelings.

Shara asked me if I was ready to go to hell. Without waiting she began to painfully whip my back beating me into the sheets. Whipping my shoulder muscles until my arms could barely lift my body on all fours I collapsed on the bed sobbing uncontrollably. Since I couldn’t hold still Shara jumped up on the bed and sat on my thighs continuing whipping my bare flesh until it was entirely streaked with welts. I could feel Shara spitting on my asshole and pushing her two middle fingers inside up to the second knuckle pulling nastily backwards to open me up and hold me still. Shara was determined to whip the pains of the past out of me. As promised my entire body felt like it was on fire and I was burning in hell causing me to cry out of control. Looping the belt around my neck Shara squeeze until she took my breath away placing her mouth next to my right ear telling me to never forget the power of the feminine and that I owe my very breath to the goddess; once I realized this truth practicing it every day I would be set free. Shara loosened a belt as I gulped down precious oxygen from the goddess repeating the choke several times as she continued fingering my asshole. On the last cinch of the belt cutting off my air, Shara told me that I would never be free if I didn’t give it up. Totally shaken and sobbing Shara finally removed the handcuffs leaving the belt around my neck as a reminder that she wasn’t finished removing my demons.

Shara took me in her arms urging me to keep crying and let all of my past flow out of my body through my tears. Holding my head between her beautiful breasts Shara stroked my hair and helped wash the tears from my eyes telling me in a sexy voice everything’s going to be OK. After the whipping I felt that Shara and I had a new connection because of her understanding of the women in my past and dealing with the hidden lifestyle I desired. Slowly Shara eased me on my striped back pinning me to the bed. Looking deeply in my eyes without saying a word Shara placed her lips around mine slowly tickling my lips with the tip of her tongue then gently easing it inside urging me to suck it. Feeling my lips pursing around her tongue she slowly began fucking my mouth surprising me how long her tongue really was. I could feel Shara pushing her right knee into my crotch lifting my balls and finding the sensitive area between slowly massaging my prostate gland externally. Luring my tongue out of my mouth I decided to use a technique that Judi taught me by making love to Shara’s mouth as if it was her pussy.

When you think of it a woman’s mouth is a lot like her pussy. I began lightly kissing, sucking, and licking all around her lips as my right hand started caressing her left breast and my left hand slowly explored the curves of her beautiful ass. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman who just whipped me to hell and back was in my arms allowing me to make love to her with my mouth. I forgot all about the stripes on my back getting scratched by the quilt beneath me inflaming the nerve endings to cry out. All my fantasies about Shara were smashed like glass from the whipping and I was in the process of tenderly making love to her as a true “male lesbian”.

When I pushed my tongue into Shara’s mouth she started moaning when she found out how long it was. I’m sure she couldn’t wait to have it inside her vagina. Judi and I went to a Yoga seminar on “How to lengthen your tongue” which greatly increased our oral lovemaking techniques as we practiced this technique. Every morning we sat cross-legged facing each other we methodically pulled out our tongues kneading and massaging them loosening the tight muscles and then taking a washcloth we began pulling and twisting visualizing it slowly lengthening. When we kissed we exercised our tongues by sucking and pulling them like a vacuum cleaner. Judi had one set of powerful lungs sucking so hard I thought she would suck my tongue out of my mouth completely. After several months of daily exercises we noticed a change in the length and the strength of our tongues as well as the different ways we could move them especially during oral sex. After we split up I continued the exercises surprising many lady friends with my tongue.

After giving Shara’s mouth a powerful tongue fucking convincing her what it would feel like when I finally got it inside her pussy, I withdrew my tongue and started sucking Shara’s tongue gently just like I would be sucking her clit. Shara was moaning in my mouth enjoying all the sensations. Shara was getting so turned on she told me that was enough teasing it’s time for the real thing. Straddling my head she lowered her crotch to my mouth. I could tell she was already soaking wet as my tongue began exploring her labia lips already engorged with blood swollen from excitement. Forcefully pushing my head into the sheets Shara began grinding her labia lips on my own lips squealing for me to stick to my long tongue deep in her pussy. Making my tongue as thick as possible imitating the size of a real cock I started deeply tongue fucking Shara driving her crazy with a lust. I think that’s why I like lesbians and bisexuals women because they appreciate the fine art of cunnlinigus.

I tried to pleasure Shara with as many techniques as I could sucking and biting her labia lips, licking the bridge between her pussy and anus back and forth teasing her until she forcible made me tongue fuck her pussy. Sensing she was just about ready to come I slowly started licking her clit which surprisingly was quite large fully erect and sticking its head outside her hood. I tried not to lick hard but she demanded more making me think that all the years of oral sex reduce the sensitivity of her clitoris. Pursing my lips and sucking quite hard sent Shara over the top causing her to claw the sides of my face and my ears as she began to squirt my face with female come and pee. Unashamed I licked and drank all I could with Shara shaking in climax heaven on top of my face. I pushed my tongue back into her pussy which she seemed to enjoy because her clitoris was now too sensitive to lick.

Stroking my hair Shara in a soft sexy voice told me to remove my tongue and open my mouth wide. When she felt my lips opening Shara in her sexy voice exclaimed she never lets a mouth that has pleasured her pussy escape without celebrating with a drink of her golden champagne. My nasty wife Judi gave me my first taste of urine during a wild 69 pissing down my throat after an out of control orgasm. This was more of a domination thing for Judi, which she gave me no choice, but to swallow or drown. With Shara on top once again I had no choice. With her experienced PC muscles Shara filled my mouth stopping the flow waiting until I swallowed. When I finished Shara told me to keep drinking or she would piss all over my bed. I continued sucking and swallowing until her bladder was totally empty. But I didn’t even think about the taste but I figured I’d swallowed the equivalent of a several glasses of tangy golden champagne.

Shara told me that she had one more mouthful but I was to save it. Carefully pissing her last drops she climbed off of my face wrapped her lips around mine and started sucking the contents from my mouth. After she swallowed we started passionately French kissing. My cock was rock hard once again. Shara broke the kiss seeing my erection. With a nasty glimmer in her eyes she asked me if I could keep a secret. I told her after everything we shared today I would keep any kind of a secret. Shara told me that she wasn’t always a lesbian and actually trained herself to suck off guys to avoid intercourse. Shara said she will show me a technique she learned as a skilled fellatrix to keep the boys cocks out her pussy. She told me if she could handcuff me to the headboard she would treat me to a technique she learned that would guarantee an orgasm without ever having the taste of come on her lips.

Placing my hands over my head Shara quickly handcuffed me to the headboard. Shara grabbed the head of my cock with her left hand pulling it down over my belly. With her right hand she grabbed my balls stretching them away from my body. Shara looked at me and giggled asking if I ever had my “harmonica” played? Bending down she placed her lips over my shaft slowly moving her mouth from my balls to my cockhead licking with her tongue and sucking with her powerful mouth. Her long silky blond hair was tied in a ponytail so I could watch everything staring at my cockhead which was already throbbing. The pleasure was intensifying as I began struggling instinctively to place my hands on her head quickly realizing I was cuffed which was probably the main reason why she bound my wrists. Shara stopped momentarily and looked up asking me if I was enjoying the licking admitting that this definitely was a rare occasion for her. I told her that her tongue feels like a feather licking up and down. Shara just smiled and continued licking squeezing my balls and pinching the head of my cock with her long fingernails until I started shooting come all over me. Right before I started coming Shara released my cockhead and my balls but kept pressure on my shaft making sure that my cock pointed directly at me. As I began to squirt Shara kept her lips and tongue squeezing my shaft making sure that I excreted every last drop as I excitedly watched myself squirting at my face. Out of breath and completely spent I apologize to Shara about making a mess but she reprimanded me saying I should never be ashamed of my body fluids. Uncuffing me, Shara encouraged me to rub my semen all over my chest because it was good for my skin. Giggling she watched me slowly with embarrassment rub my come all over my chest and belly.

Leaving the room I heard Shara fumbling in the kitchen clanking glasses and opening a bottle of wine. Returning to the room Shara only poured one glass sitting next to me on the bed still glowing. Taking several sips of wine telling me now is the perfect time to have a little chat Shara kissed me fully on the lips passing me a mouthful of wine. As we shared drinking mouth to mouth Shara said I definitely was a unique and exciting person. After taking the whipping she gave me without begging for mercy or complaints told her that I am definitely a hardened submissive. Shara promised she was going to massage some aloe ointment that will help heal my welts before she leaves. Shara said ex-wife Judi certainly trained you well in the art of orally pleasuring a woman smiling saying before she leaves today she is certainly going to take advantage of my tongue again. Shara added that she wanted me to know that she was in a relationship with a woman named Gina who is her submissive lesbian lover but added that she has the advantage of being able to experiment outside the relationship on rare occasions. Shara said she has a handful of women which includes my ex-wife Judi that party and play together. Bringing me into their private circle may add some spice to the party. Shara laughed Same Judi will be totally surprise that her ex-husband just made love to lesbian. Shara said that if she was unattached she would take me home today making me her slave.

Shara told me that they have a girlfriend name Brenda in the group who is bisexual. They want to keep her in the group but she always has her eyes out after the guys. Shara said I think you two may make a good match because Brenda loves to share preferring multiple “Ffm” couplings. My ears perked up when Shara said that Brenda was the strapon queen of the group and expert at fucking pussies and even assholes. Shara said that her main bitch about finding a stud is there unwillingness to bend over for her. With a serious look on her face Shara wondered when the last time I was fucked in the ass with a strapon. I told her I had a massage therapist friend about a month ago fuck me over her massage table. Then you still desire to be penetrated Shara said in a lower dominant voice. I know you still have a harness and dildo in this room somewhere and if you tell me where it is I’ll give you a real treat. Before I left my last boyfriend and turned lesbian I gave him a surprise buttfucking in this same position tied to the bedpost. He didn’t enjoy the experience but I know that you will and I want to make you come like my girlfriend. I told Shara to go in my small dresser drawer and pull out the harness and dildo. I also told her there was some lubrication right next to the bed. Shara cuffed me again to the headboard telling me the pleasure will be hers. I’m going to fuck your ass in honor of your x-wife Judi and make sure I fuck and tell her about it.

Finding the harness Shara quickly strapped it on telling me that she wasn’t going to ask me if she could fuck me because being handcuffed I didn’t have a choice. Shara said I think Brenda will want to know all the details on how well I can take a good buttfucking before I introduce you. Opening the drawer with the dildos Shara picked the largest one a black dildo 9in. long and one 3/4in. wide with a bullet vibe she can place in her pussy. Smiling Shara admired the dildo saying Brenda is going to love me if I can accommodate this. Lubing up the bullet Shara inserted in her pussy and then pushed the dildo in place. Stroking the dildo Shara asked me if I would mind getting fucked from behind because she can do a lot more with my ass and not have to worry about lifting my legs. Shara uncuffed my left hand leaving my right hand connected to the headboard. Innocently I asked her what she was going to do looking up into her face with a nasty grin on it.

Grabbing me by the ponytail saying this I can’t resist rubbing the head of the dildo over my lips pushing it into my mouth. Shara said let’s see how good of a cocksucker you are. Slowly she began guiding my head up and down on the dildo until I was freely sucking her “cock” without any encouragement. Every time my mouth sucked forward Shara pushed more and more dildo down my throat until she finally got it all the way down. Grabbing the back of my head Shara slid all 9in. down my throat pushing her hips and holding the back of my head at the same time cutting off my breath so there was no escape telling me with a throat like mine I’m going to make an exceptional sub for their group.

Pulling back just far enough so I could take several breaths she wiggled the dildo up against my lips reminding me of who she was with the power she had over me pushing the dildo back down my throat and holding it forcibly there for a good 90 seconds slapping my face scolding me saying I bet none of your other bitches did this to you. I know you can eat pussy but now I want you to start sucking my cock and give me a good show sucking me off until your mouth and jaws are sore. Finally she pulled the dildo back far enough so I could breathe allowing me to get my breath. For the next fifteen minutes Shara fucked my mouth moaning loudly, mocking like a stud getting a blowjob telling me all sorts of nasty things to do to her cock slapping my face whenever she wasn’t pleased which was quite often. As promised by the time she finished I had a sore throat, my jaws ached, my cheeks were stinging from getting slapped and my lips were chafed from sliding up and down the shaft. Pulling the dildo out of my mouth with a “POP” Shara slapped my mouth back and forth with the head of the dildo with saliva drooling down the sides of my mouth promising me that I would get a lot more time to practice sucking “her cock”.

Re-cuffing me so that I was butt up over a pile of pillows Shara gave my striped ass several slaps forcing me to open my legs wide. Asking me when the last time was that I had my asshole licked. I told her truthfully I learned how to lick ass from my ex-wife Judi. Slapping my ass again Shara said we have the same teacher but I’m going to treat you to a good buttlicking anyway after taking such a whipping from my belt. Shara said now you’re going to find out why I spent so much time cleaning your crack and asshole. Starting at the top of my crack I could feel her tongue “snailing”, sliming its way down my crack and into my asshole. With the tip of her tongue she began licking around and around awakening all the sensitive nerves on my outer anus. Slowly up I could feel her tongue worming its way inside. She had a tight hold on my balls squeezing so hard it would be impossible to get another erection. I could feel her manipulating the muscles in her tongue changing shapes treating me to all sorts of sensations. Settling on making her tongue round Shara started giving me a tongue fucking just like I treated her to making me wiggle and push back against her tongue causing me to call out her name groaning in pleasure. This woman definitely had to have a lot of practice eating an asshole by the way she was tongue fucking me. She was the second woman I ever met that actually enjoyed “analictus” getting me so worked up I was begging for her to fuck me.

Pouring oil into my asshole she began working me with her fingers until I was relaxed enough for the head of the dildo. I could hear her turning on the magic bullet buzzing inside her pussy placing the large head of the dildo against my back door. Kiddingly Shara said once I get fucked by an expert butch I’ll never want regular intercourse again. Shara said that I bet you didn’t even recognize the pink hanky hanging from her left back pocket. Suddenly I remembered telling here at the beach when I was watching her walk to the car noticing her beautiful body I did see the pink handkerchief hanging from left pocket but I figured it was just something to tie her hair up with. Giving my ass another slap saying I knew you were watching my bottom jiggling but that turns me on. Grabbing the pink bandanna from her left pocket from her discarded shorts on the floor Shara dangled in front of my eyes telling me to never forget that when I see her with a pink hanky hanging from her left pocket I’m going to get my ass fucked. Taking the bandanna she pulled it between my lips tying it behind my head telling me they also make great gags.

I moaned into the gag as Shara pushed the huge bulbous head of the dildo past my sphincter muscle. The dildo that Shara picked was the hardest one to get inside and I was so glad she took her sweet time adding extra lubricant before she started fucking me. She kept telling me I had a tight butthole promising she would take care of that after a few weeks. Finally she got the dildo completely inside pushing her pubic bone tightly against my tail bone slowly rotating her hips getting me “acclimated” as she called it. Shara told me that she was going to fuck me until she comes and that I was to concentrate on having what she called an “anal orgasm”. Shara stressed that getting fucked in the ass is nothing about my cock and balls but it is about being psychologically taken by a woman who wants to give me pleasure. As soon as she felt my asshole relax Shara started slowly fucking me. Telling me not to be ashamed about moaning which actually turns her on because she knows she’s doing a good job which is why she put the gag on to muffled my cries so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. I couldn’t believe I was actually gagged and handcuffed to my own bed getting fucked by a beautiful blonde lesbian who loved strapon play. The lady I had poured my heart out to many times has conquered my fears, has allowed me to pleasure her pussy with my tongue, whipped my body with her own belt, and is now fucking my asshole.

This woman had stamina because I looked at the clock when she started and 40 minutes later both of us were hot and sweaty Shara squealing and enjoying herself having had several orgasms was still pounding my asshole with full powerful strokes that shook my whole body. Shara never said a word but just kept fucking me like a wild woman sometimes crying out with the waves of orgasm and calling out to the goddess of lesbianism, Diana to empower her. I was actually quite turned on when several times she took me over the edge as my limp cock and my receded balls uselessly swung under my crotch but the rest of my body responded with hormones that caused a rush of pleasure. One thing I did learn bending over for dominant women, they disliked a man having erections and coming during anal intercourse preferring the man to put his mind on his asshole instead of his genitals. I did learn the way of the 21st century superior woman was to enjoy a good buttfucking from a skilled dominant. I cried out as Shara continued fucking me for another ten minutes until she pushed the dildo all the way inside my asshole and started shuddering through another explosive climax.

Slowly pulling the dildo out of my ass Shara gave me several sharp butt slaps thanking me for the wonderful fuck, inquiring how I liked her style. Untying her pink handkerchief so I could answer quite shaken and out of breath I told her that I’d never been fucked in the ass so hard yet the fucking took my entire body to another plane. She giggled noticing that my cock was rock hard dripping pre-come with nowhere to go. Shara tied the handkerchief around the base of my cock saying that I won’t have any more eruptions from this today making sure the kerchief was nice and tight. Shara removed the harness and the bullet from her pussy leaving me handcuffed. Finding some paper towels she carefully cleaned my asshole. Both of us were quite sweaty and Shara said let’s take a break and finish off the bottle of wine.

Lying down next to me with a full glass of wine we played “sip and kiss” where she fed me wine in an open kiss. We played twenty questions with Shara inquiring about my past relationships especially with Judi. I confess that if I would have allowed her to fully enslave me instead of bucking her dominant nature our relationship might have worked. I didn’t realize that I believed in female superiority until after she left spending most of my time afterwards searching for the perfect Mistress. I told her I met a dominatrix who instructed me in the art of goddess worship. I also told her all about living with a massage therapist and became her naked house boy. Shara said that with all my experience she wondered why I hadn’t found a fulltime mistress. Reaching into her purse Shara pulled out some aloe Vera of lotion that she usually uses on sunburned flesh but told me it will work perfectly on my stripes. Carefully and she began rubbing the lotion into my back which immediately began to soothe the mark’s she made from the strap. Rubbing my bottom which was covered by several dozen stripes Shara told me she would still like to fill in the stripes with her hairbrush telling me that I have the perfect spankable ass.

(The last story Shara invited me to meet Brenda at the beach and mix it up with her lesbian group warning me they may make me a free for all party! The strapon sex is vivid but believable as the author has personally been strapon fucked for two hours at a time!)


Shara invited me to the gay/lesbian alternative nude beach that was hidden away in private property inside a cove away from prying eyes. My first time was a real eye opener seeing both guys kissing guys and women kissing women walking off hand in hand into the brush to play. The first day at the nude beach Shara set me up with one of her wild bisexual girlfriends because it was taboo to go there without a partner. I saw the girls down the beach tucked away in a semi-private spot away from the gawkers. When I arrived Shara and her girlfriend Gina were all over each other kissing and fondling on the blanket. Hara waved d hello saying she was busy but meet Brenda on the next blanket. Shara introduced Gina whom she was fingering like a puppet as she shamelessly stuck her tongue out at me saying she will catch me when they are done. Shara and Gina returned to fingering and wildly kissing each other. Next to them was a buxom freckled long curly redhead I assumed was Shara’s girlfriend Brenda who wanted to meet me. I introduced myself and immediately Brenda noticed the pink kerchief in my back pocket. Complimenting me on the signal Brenda promising me I won’t leave the beach without getting rode. Demanding why I was still dressed Brenda told me to get naked like the rest of the girls. I quickly stripped showing off my muscular but slim hair free body. Smiling Brenda complemented me that she liked what she saw.

Brenda offered to massage my body with suntan oil which was always a good icebreaker to get to know someone better. Grabbing her special scented massage oil Brenda straddled my thighs and went to work massaging my body. In the meantime Shara and Gina stopped playing taking time out to say hello and welcome to their blanket. I acted like I never saw Shara naked before but at a nude beach it was supposed to be no big deal so I just gave a wink put my head down and enjoyed the massage. Shara didn’t want the other girls to know about our fun at my place. Shara did tell Brenda all about my strapon experiences from the past which made Brenda’s pussy wet. After their welcome, Shara and Gina slipped into 69ing right next to us oblivious of everything on the beach. I was sure there’s going to be a lot of firsts for me today so I tried as hard as I could to ignore the couple eating each other’s pussies. Brenda was beginning to turn me on pushing her fingers into the crack of my ass teasing me by goosing my asshole with a finger to see how I responded. When she heard me begin to moan pushing my hips upward into her finger she didn’t hesitate as she began finger fucking my asshole with her right middle finger massaging my shoulders and back with the other. I could feel her hooking her finger into my butthole pulling towards my head testing the strength of my muscles.

Whispering in my ear she told me after feeling my asshole she knew I wasn’t a virgin telling me she is going for a test drive later.

Rolling me over Brenda sat on my thighs facing me massaging my chest, belly, and slowly working her hands into my groin. Showing no signs of embarrassment she started massaging my cock and balls until I was rock hard. Pouring oil all over her “D” size breasts Brenda rubbed them all over my chest belly and massaged my cock in the crack between. Finding me begging for her pussy to my amazement she straddled my hips and started to lower herself on my cock stopping only to tell me she was on the pill and then swallowed my cock with her pussy. Shara stopped eating Gina long enough to start giggling telling Brenda that she must like her new friend now that she has me pinned down to the sand. Pinching my nipples and looking into my eyes Brenda chuckled to Shara that she could never pass up a hard cock. Giving me a slow grinding screw I could feel her twisting and squeezing her vagina muscles as she slowly rose up and down.

Then to my amazement my ex-wife Judi strolled up stark naked arm in arm with a girlfriend named Tony stopping to talk to Shara. Brenda never missed a beat continued fucking me giving a wave to Judi who finally noticed me. Only Shara knew we had been married but kept the secret from the other girls. Judi finally noticed me under Brenda telling me I found my proper place with a lady on my back. Brenda wondered where we met. Judi said it was a long story. Judi looked rather jealous I didn’t think she cared now that we’re both single and she was experimenting with her lesbianism. I could hear Shara inviting Judy and her girlfriend Tony to her birthday party. They accepted the invitation telling Shara that they would be delighted to help celebrate. Judi strolled around to the other side of the blanket where Brenda was still fucking me. Judi asked Brenda where we had met and Brenda giggled out right here on a blanket about a half hour ago. Kicking sand in my face Judi called me a fucking bastard leading Tony further down the beach to a more private place. Brenda told me that she sure sounds like a real bitch today and continued fucking me anyway. I watched Brenda’s beautiful body heaving up and down on my cock as she frantically rubbed her clitoris until she came. Slowly pulling off of my cock so that I wouldn’t shoot, Brenda finished her orgasm sitting on my belly falling forward kissing me passionately thanking me for the orgasm.

Leading me by my stiff cock into the ocean we swim out beyond the waves into each other’s arms trying desperately to stay afloat and kissing at the same time. Brenda told me she doesn’t normally fuck every guy she sees on the beach but Shara filled her in about losing my girlfriend. Squeezing my balls underwater she told me that she was not going to let them go until I filled her in about Judi and my muscular asshole. I told her that ten years ago I was married to Judi in a relationship that didn’t work because of her lesbianism. I confessed that I had a well trained asshole because my girlfriend in my last relationship took my cherry with a strapon dildo fucking me two to three times a week after that. Brenda let go of my balls wrapping her arms and legs around me forcing me to swim for both of us as she gave me a long passionate French kiss. Brenda told me in a sexy voice that I may be in luck because she happened to bring a harness and dildo in her purse in hopes she could find someone on the beach to bend over. Brenda told me that my ex-wife Judi who is now making out with her girlfriend Tony will get a real eye opener if she sees me getting fucked in the ass right on the beach by a beautiful bisexual woman. Before I could even say yes Brenda told me that she is quite experienced having strapon fucked both men and women and is particularly fond of fucking unwilling women’s asses.

Leading me back to the blanket by my cock Shara and Gina had finally finished eating each other’s pussies and were drinking some wine and smoking a joint. Brenda asked her girlfriends if they didn’t mind her fucking me with a strapon. Both girls started giggling already high from the pot handing the joint to Brenda to take a few puffs. Asking Brenda for a drag she refused telling me she wanted me to feel every last inch of the dildo when she was fucking me. Shara told me that I will fit right in here at the beach because sexual encounters are encouraged by all the ladies who love seeing men get what they deserve. Brenda told Shara to stick to eating pussy because she was going to fuck me at the moment. Reaching into her purse she pulled out a leather harness and started buckling it to her waist. Pulling out a 10in. long 2in. diameter black silicone dildo Brenda told me that since I wasn’t a novice this may take some time to accommodate but it would give us both a good ride. Pushing it into the ring and pulling it in a place Brenda started stroking her “cock” proudly calling out to Judi that she was about to fuck her old friend in the ass. I could hear Judi cursing as she flipped Brenda off.

Pushing me on all fours Brenda said that was exactly what she wanted to do by pissing Judi off assuring she was going to watch. Giving my asshole a good greasing with her oil Brenda told me that because the dildo is bigger than what I’m used to it’s going to hurt at first but once I’m relaxed I’m going to get the best buttfucking of my life. Shara giggled saying I think he just experienced that last week baby. Shara and Gina knelt on either side of me grabbing my shoulders stopping any way of escape. Shara called me a brave man willing to take on that big daddy. Brenda kept working my asshole until she was able to almost get four fingers inside spreading me apart forcing me to relax. Once she was satisfied that she could get the tapered head inside I could feel her sliding the head of the dildo up and down my crack finding my anus. Ordering me to push out as if I was going to the bathroom Brenda began to push the large head inside. I started to struggle as Shara and Gina held me down keeping me in place. Brenda gave me a two handed spank as the head popped through my sphincter muscle easily pushing another 3in. deeper as I gave out a loud girlish scream. Ignoring my begging for relief Brenda kept rotating the dildo like a corkscrew forcing my asshole to give it up. I knew dominant women had no mercy and Brenda wasn’t any different. Brenda gave Shara and Gina high fives telling them she knew I wasn’t a rookie at buttfucking.

Brenda looked over to Judi who stopped playing with Tony looking quite jealous watching me get fucked. Brenda just laughed giving my ass another hard slap telling me Judi strapon fucked Tony’s pussy in plain sight on the beach last week. Slapping me again Brenda said this is pure beach justice saying she was probably going to enjoy watching her ex-husband getting fucked in the ass. Brenda started slowly pushing the dildo in and out spitting on my asshole and pouring oil on the dildo to get enough lubrication to push it all the way inside. I had never been fucked by a dildo this big in my life but Brenda was determined to properly break me in. Continuing to rotate her hips Brenda finally bottomed the dildo skewering me with all 10ins. I’m sure the whole beach could hear me crying out above the girl’s cheers and catcalls. Shara and Gina had to hold me down tightly to keep from prematurely pulling off the dildo. Forcibly keeping the dildo inside my violated asshole with her powerful hips Brenda celebrated by slapping my asscheeks so hard with both hands at the same time screaming at the top of her lungs that I’m totally fucked and my asshole belongs to her.

Before she started fucking me Brenda gave me a “reach around” stroking my oily cock until I was rock hard. I looked over at Judi I could see that she was steaming. I never thought she could still be so jealous I gave Brenda the go ahead to fuck me long and hard showing no mercy I even told Shara and Gina I would take turns eating their pussy while I got fucked. I didn’t know if it would make these two lesbians angry but to my surprise they agreed stipulating that because of their dislike for men they both were going to piss on my face afterwards. Brenda slowly began pistoning the dildo in and out of my tight asshole. Grabbing my ponytail Gina pulled my mouth to her pussy so I could start licking. As soon as she felt my velvety tongue separating her labia lips she knew I was experienced telling Shara she was in for a treat. Shara told Gina don’t worry she already had a sample. Slapping my ass Brenda told me to concentrate more on getting my butt fucked ordering me to squeeze down each time she pulled away. Gina started moaning telling Brenda she was going to have to get a turn with his tongue volunteering to fuck me so I could eat Brenda’s pussy.

Fucking me even harder Brenda squealed that Judi was strapping on her own dildo and she already had her lover Tony bent me over on all fours. I found out later that Judi being the older butch on the beach never wanted to be outdone loving to show off her skills. I told myself that my ex-wife Judi has come a long ways from being a prude to queen dyke of the beach. Even though Brenda was fucking my ass off I was still fantasizing about Judi fucking her sexy girlfriend and what it would be like to get fucked by her in front of all these people knowing that she used to being married to me. Meanwhile I was enjoying eating Gina’s bald pussy and getting fucked with 9in. strokes from my flaming bi-chick Brenda. Every time Brenda thrust forward she pushed my tongue deeper into Gina’s pussy making her moan louder and yank my ponytail harder. The dildo was so huge it felt like my entire body was being violated. Brenda started getting carried away clawing my back with her long fingernails scratching just short of drawing blood. She even started clawing my asscheeks forcing me to wiggle and squirm on her dildo. Shara was right when she told me that Brenda was the wildest chick on the beach. As she fucked me my own ignored erection was still rock hard dangling uselessly beneath my legs. Having sex with lesbians does have its drawbacks as all three women completely ignored my cock.

Shara who was waiting patiently for a turn with my tongue started squealing when she saw Judi wiggling the head of her dildo into Tony’s asshole saying that dyke never violates a woman’s asshole especially her bitch. Brenda blurted out that she was only doing it to show off adding that Tony has an attitude problem and the bitch deserves a good buttfucking. Giving my cheeks several slaps Brenda started bearing down hard fucking me with full force. Bending forward Brenda told me I hope you like getting fucked because it’s a nice day and I’m in the mood to fuck your ass all afternoon. Gina started instructed me to suck her clitoris. Already sticking out of its hood her huge clit was fun to suck as I personally surrounded and teased it with the tip of my tongue sucking quite hard. Gina responded by pushing her pussy into my face so hard she was almost smothering me. Women usually take a long time to orgasm but because they had been eating pussy Gina was still riding the magic carpet of her plateau stage. Grabbing the back of my head with both over hands clawing my scalp Gina started to orgasm flooding my face with come. Her whole body was shaking as she climaxed. I had never eaten a lesbian’s pussy before on the beach in front of her lesbian lovers but I could really tell her she enjoyed oral sex by how much she squirted.

Shara knelt next to Gina caressing and kissing her as Brenda continued fucking my ass complimenting me on my tongue work saying she was going to get a piece of my tongue after she fucked my asshole sore. When Gina got her breath she asked me how I learned how to eat pussy so well. Motioning over to Judi I told her I spent hours in training licking her crotch until she was satisfied. Gina said I had the best trainer because everyone on the beach brags about getting their licks from Judi. Gina looked over where Judi was fucking her lover saying she was literally pounding her into the sand. Brenda drove the dildo all the way inside of me and started rotating her hips reminding Gina if she was forgetting something. Grabbing my ponytail Gina ordered me to open my mouth telling me she rarely allows a guy to even touch her pussy let alone give her an orgasm with his tongue but she was glad she made an exception. My girlfriends know that I have a saying I’d rather piss in the guys mouth than allow him to eat my pussy so they would never let me down if I didn’t piss in your mouth drowning you in my fluids.

Gina told me that this won’t be the last time you eat my pussy take a good look at it because you got me really excited. I was staring right into her pussy. Her labia lips were excitedly swollen, her vaginal opening was dilated and wide open to fuck, and her huge clitoris was fully erect and swollen. Grabbing her pussy with her free hand she separated her labia lips squirting a jet stream right into my eyes blurring my vision. She shot another squirt over my left shoulder spraying my ass and Brenda. I could feel warm pee sliding down my crack lubricating the dildo. Brenda started cursing telling Gina to be a better shot. Pushing my mouth right into her pussy Gina started pissing into my mouth. I had to swallow fast to keep from drowning in her golden champagne. Gina had been drinking a lot of water so her urine was quite refreshing because I actually needed to drink. This seemed to turn Gina on watching me swallowing like a thirsty man in the desert without fighting prompting her to empty her bladder watching me slurp away. Holding my mouth to her pussy so I could clean it with my tongue Gina said I think we have our own portable human toilet with us today.

Brenda was getting pissed because she was doing all the work and not having any fun. Shara suggested that we all change positions telling me that if she knew earlier that I enjoyed eating pussy and drinking pee she would have invited me to the beach a long time ago. Pulling her huge dildo from my asshole leaving a gaping hole Brenda wiped it clean with a few tissues unbuckled the harness handing it to Gina. Shara suggested flipping me over on my back so Brenda and Shara helped me get into position while Gina strapped up. Looking over to Judi I could see that she was furiously fucking her lover Tony still looking at me as if fire and knives were coming out of her eyes. As soon as I was on my back Shara sat on my face settling her pussy on my mouth. Kiddingly she told me I think our friendship has taken a giant leap forward but if you’re as good today as Gina says you are it’s going to be worth it. When she felt my tongue drilling her vagina Shara settled on my mouth like last week. Just and I shot my tongue all the way into her vagina giving her a golden handshake. Shara was so startled she almost fell off my face when she felt my tongue inside her.

Kneeling behind me Gina was stroking her huge dildo and looking at my asshole. Asking Shara to lift and spread my legs in a wide “V” handing Shara my ankles. The girls had me spread wide open making my asshole and easy target for Gina. Quickly she poured more oil on the shaft easily wiggling the head of the dildo into my dilated asshole skewering me with all 10ins. I could hear Gina giving Shara a kiss celebrating my impalement. Shara was enjoying my tongue wiggling deep in her vagina slowly dancing on my mouth to the pleasures. Not to be left out I felt Brenda swallowed my cock squeezing my balls pulling them away from my body with one hand and squeezing the base of my shaft with the other to keep me from prematurely ejaculating. I could tell Gina knew her way around a cock thanking the universe that there was at least one woman willing to give me a sucking today. I couldn’t believe that I had one lesbian fucking my ass while I was eating her girlfriend’s pussy and getting my cock sucked by a wild bisexual redhead. At the same time my ex-wife Judi was jealously watching like a hawk wishing she could devour every bone in my body.

Gina had her own style of buttfucking nice, slow, and rhythmic varying the strokes using the sensuality of a skilled lesbian. I wondered how the times she had fucked Shara’s sweet ass the same way. Meanwhile Brenda was an exceptional cock tease with her mouth. I could feel her long hair covering my crotch tickling my bare flesh as she and continued sucking me expertly keeping me on the edge. I know that once she feels my tongue inside of her pussy I will have won over her charms and possibly found a new girlfriend. Shara desired to turn around so that her pussy was easier for me to service. Flipping around and facing my head Shara was able to rub her pussy and all over my lips from chin to nose fucking my face. Brenda decided to sit back in the saddle and fuck me again. I could feel her frantically rolling a ribbed condom over my cock sliding it down the shaft stroking a few times to make sure that it was sealed. Straddling my hips facing Gina she grabbed my ankles for support she slowly lowered herself swallowing my cock with her well developed pussy. Keeping me inside I could feel her squeezing her vagina muscles tightly around my shaft with enough of pressure to keep me hard forever. I caressed Shara with one hand and Brenda with the other stroking their thighs reassuring both of them that I was enjoying pleasuring them. After Brenda came aboard Gina shoved the dildo all the away into my asshole giving Brenda a long French kiss.

The strobe lights reflected off her glasses, obscuring her eyes. From my darkened vantage point across the room, I imagined I was invisible to her. I was caught off guard, then, when her lips curled up into a fey smile. Was she really looking at me? I felt a warm tingle build in my lungs.

She turned her head slightly, allowing me to see those dark umber irises underneath. They were, in fact, pointed directly at me. Her face was bathed in a blanket of crimson.

I smiled back at her weakly. She blinked, then looked away. I thought to divert my gaze as well, but somehow I remained transfixed. There was something oddly familiar about her, something that tickled the depths of my memory in a vague and increasingly vexing way.

I then noticed her getup. Her cloche hat was tipped just so. A lacy tank dress clung to her like Saran Wrap, framing her curves with tailored precision. Those pumps her feet were crammed into didn’t look cheap either, nor did the somewhat garish jewelry dangling from her neck and wrists. It all appeared so fussily considered. Pretenses aside, this was a dyke hookup party; that usually went without saying, but everyone knew that’s what it was at base. Dress-up was purely optional.

Still, I found this girl’s extra effort charming. It spoke to her youth, and looking at her, I was reminded of the days when I felt compelled to do the same. Like her, I once went the extra mile in my presentation, nitpicked every detail. I felt that if I could define myself with fashion, I wouldn’t have to actually explain myself to anyone. In more recent years I’d grown a bit cavalier, perhaps a bit too comfortable with myself. I didn’t have to doll myself up much anymore. These get-togethers drew a lot of regulars, and the women who shared my interests knew where to find me. I rarely went home alone.

Had this girl heard about me? Or was she just naively browsing, unaware of my reputation? I saw her clutch her plastic cup tightly and raise it to her lips. Watching her, it dawned on me that the light beaming down upon her perfectly matched the hue of her ensemble. Red on red, like a chameleon settling into its camouflage. And yet I the same, with my dark grey dress pants and black blouse, laying in the murky shadows.

She suddenly stood up, her head still turned away from me. I took note of her figure. She was fairly short, with a trim upper body and modest bust. From the waist down, things took on a more well-fed appearance, culminating in a rather prominent bubble butt. Even through the loose-hanging drape of her skirt, it was hard to miss. As she turned in profile, it jutted out at a crisp angle.

She took a few short and meandering steps towards me, pausing every so often. I saw her mouth move as if she were talking to herself. She hung her head now, stealing glances at me so quickly that I’d have missed them if I weren’t glaring at her as expectantly as I was. I slowly uncrossed my legs as she approached, and placed my hands on my lap.

As she wandered closer, I squinted, realizing that her long black hair was actually dreaded in places—a strange curveball, I thought. I noticed her raccoon-grade eyeshadow and excessive lip gloss. Glimmering studs ran through two sections of her nose. These details clashed with the abbreviated sophistication of her dress, though of course this was probably just another of her inspired calculations, and I found it charming all the same.

I felt caution creep in, however. At this proximity, I couldn’t determine her age. She honestly looked like she could easily be one of my daughter’s friends, and keep in mind my daughter hadn’t yet graduated from high school. Was this girl even old enough to be in the bar? You’d think the staff would have tightened up door security after last year’s incident, but the Friday bouncer remained notoriously lazy.

The girl’s large eyes glimmered up close, snapping with subtle mischief, topped by strong dark eyebrows. Inhaling dramatically, her lips parted slightly to reveal small, faintly yellowed teeth. She held her smile, stomach contracted as if she were waiting for permission to exhale.

I blinked. I wasn’t sure what to say. I nodded and flashed a grin. She relaxed her posture a bit.

“Hi, I’m Branda,” she said. I detected a curious spot of southern drawl in her speech. I took a quick sip from my cup, then flashed her a grin.

“Hi there,” I said, casually. “My name’s Cat.”

She blushed, looking me up and down. “Oh, nice. I like cats! Or is that short for something?”

“Catheryn, but I prefer Cat,” I said, finishing the last of my vodka tonic hastily and setting the cup on a nearby table. “Nice to meet you, Branda. That’s a pretty name.”

“Oh, thanks! Nice to meet you, too, hehe,” she muttered, bouncing on her heels a bit. There was an awkward pause. I could see her calves tense with each movement, and I noticed that they looked rather toned. I took a chance and seized the opportunity for conversation that they presented.

“Hmm. You’re not a cyclist by any chance, are you?” I asked, glancing down at the exposed portion of her legs. She paused, looked down, and then chuckled again.

“Oh, wow. You’re pretty observant. Um, well I’m not pro…I just ride my bike a lot,” she said, downing the last of her drink almost simultaneously. “Are you?”

I shook my head. “Me? No, I do a few laps around the reservoir on Sundays if I have the time, that’s about it. I should do it more often.”

“That’s cool. I’m a bike junkie. Been riding since I could ride!” she said with a grin. She stared at me as if wanting further validation, tensing her stomach again. I nodded politely. I could smell her cheap alcohol breath and it wasn’t particularly flattering. I also was now a little unsure how attracted I actually was to her; I can be quite fickle, I’ll admit, and something about her manner coupled with her less-than-ideal age was beginning to disappoint me.

“So…” she said, looking around. The bass of the trashy dance music rumbled underneath us dramatically for a moment before settling into an ignorable throb. I leaned back, my hands now on my lap. I took a deep breath.

“So!” I returned, smiling more exaggeratedly. I brushed a minuscule speck of lint off of my sweater for no particular reason.

“So, Cat. Who do you know here?” she asked.

“Everyone and no one,” I said. She tittered. I narrowed my eyes. “Hmm. If you don’t mind me asking, Branda, how old are you exactly?” I asked. I saw her calves bulge again.

Her eyes dodged around the room. I folded my arms and flexed my lips up to a sneer. She caught my cue and stopped, and then exhaled deeply.

“I’m sorry! I just don’t want you to think—”

“How old are you?” I interrupted, my patience waning. As cute as she was, I simply was not in the market for jail bait. I ran my fingers through my hair and stared her down severely.

“Uh, 21,” she said unsurely.

“21?” I asked, searching her face for some kind of clue. She quickly nodded.

“Yes, I am. I mean—actually, I’ll be 21 in about sixty seconds,” she said, looking at the large LED clock hanging from the upper balcony.

I glanced at it. 11: 58 flashed to 11:59.

“Is that so? I guess Alvaro gave you a pass tonight, then?” I asked, incredulous.

“Oh, you mean the door guy? Umm, yeah. Okay, I’ll be honest, I used a fake ID to get in, just because. But I’m going to get a real ID first thing tomorrow, promise!” she said, quickly looking around her to make sure no one overheard her admission.

“I see. Then happy birthday, Branda,” I said.

“Thank you, Cat!” she let out. She stood still, staring at the clock while crimping her fingers. Finally it flashed midnight, and a joyous peep escaped her shiny lips. “Yay! Alright, so I’m 21 now. That means…um,”

“Yes?” I said, exhaling deeply.

“So uh. I was gonna ask. Do you remember me?” she said, anxiously fiddling with her necklace.

I shook my head no. I wondered if she could see the soft lie in my gesture, the glimmer of stifled recognition in my eyes. She seemed undeterred, in any case. I did recognize her somehow, but the word “remember” implied something more than that.

“You don’t remember last Friday?” she said. She ducked her head down close to mine, her knotty hair swinging back and forth in tandem with the bling dangling from her neck. I mentally replayed my previous Friday night at the bar…

I remembered being approached by a woman approximately in her 40′s who introduced herself as Letitia. I’d seen her on the periphery for a few months, and we’d made some telling eye contact, but it took her some time to find her way to me. When she finally came up, we chatted for about five minutes, though I can’t recall what about.

Whatever it was aroused both of us, that much I know. I then guided her into one of the lockable bathrooms. When she turned quietly and bent over in front of me, we both knew why; as I’ve said, I’ve got a solid reputation. I pulled up her skirt to reveal her predictably bare bottom. It was flat and pasty like the rest of her, but I wasn’t feeling particular at the moment.

Approving of it, I slicked my fingers up with liquid soap from the disposer, and within a few minutes my fist was wrist-deep in her rectum. She orgasmed fairly quickly, leaving my fingers slightly soiled in the process, though this didn’t bother me. As I washed my hands in the sink, she stood in the mirror next to mine fixing herself up with a large smile on her face.

I remember that awkward moment where “Letitia” tried to kiss me, but I pried her off of me as politely as I could. I wasn’t in for that kind of thing. if she’d had asked around the bar a bit more, she would have known that in advance. I’m married, and I just do this for the release—I get enough kisses and hugs at home.

I could see the dejection in her eyes, and was a bit sympathetic to it, but I had my boundaries. To soften the blow, I told her that she could come back for another examination any time she pleased. I said it as sweetly as I could, even though deep down I wished she wouldn’t take me up on the offer; I’m not too fond of return customers unless they’re extraordinary. In any event, my encouragement seemed to hearten her a bit, though I sensed I may never see her again. She seemed to get the hint. She wasn’t there the night I met Branda, in the least.

That was my only strong memory from last Friday night, and this young Branda was definitely not anything like the woman in my recollection. So I could not for the life of me know why she would have any recollection of us talking previously. I shook my head to her question.

“No, dear, you must be thinking of someone else. I’ve never spoken to you before.”

“But, you have! Ms. Weiss, you have to remember me, I—”

“How did you know my last name?” I shot at her severely. My heart began beating faster.

“Oh…” she began, then bit her lip.

My mind started to race. The only person in the bar who I’d ever given my full name to was Lena, one of the bartenders. But she doesn’t work Fridays, so there’s no way this girl could have gotten it from her—or was there? I always figured that if rumor ever got out about me and my profession, Lena would be to blame. But that would go against everything I knew about her. Lena was as trustworthy as they come. Plus, I knew just as many potentially defamatory details about her life as she did about mine. In any case it didn’t make sense for her to blab to some random, clueless 20 year old.

“Tell me,” I repeated. “Tell me how you know my name.”

“I don’t know,” she said unconvincingly.

“Tell. Me,” I said, flexing my upper lip.

There were very few functions where she’d have access to my last name. Wait staff taking my credit at a restaurant, okay. Behind the counter at a DMV, okay. But I couldn’t think of many other legal ways. Or, more accurately, the only other way I could think of was so unfathomable that I merely did not even want to entertain it. And, then, the unfathomable came from her lips.

“Because…you saw me last week. In your office. You’re a doctor, right?”

I froze, then looked away. I wanted to deny it, but she was right. I was a specific kind of doctor, too: a colorectal surgeon. Proctology was (and still is) my calling in life, strange as it seems.

I shifted in my seat, lips pursed. I knew that my non-answer would tip her off, but I wasn’t about to out myself in public. I just waited for her to continue. She crouched before me and put both hands on my knees. Every muscle in my body tensed.

“You are. I know it! You saved my life…” she said. “You really did. You don’t remember?”

Suddenly I recalled who she was.

Last week at work, a young college-aged girl had come in with an emergency. She’d inserted a vegetable into her anus—a relatively small butternut squash, if I recall correctly, which is still fairly big by nature—and it had traveled so far up her rectum that she couldn’t retrieve it. I’d extracted plenty of anorectal foreign bodies in my time, so nothing about my initial interaction with Branda stood out in my mind.

When I’m at work, none of my kinks apply; I am all business, and details about one-time emergency patients usually exit my mind the minute they’re out of sight. But with Branda’s reappearance, it began to dawn on me not only had she enjoyed her medical experience, but she was stalking me for more, and this flustered me. It also had the strange side-effect of turning me on, which I found slightly disturbing.

Reflecting for a moment, I did recall sensing something strange in her demeanor during the operation, something oddly lascivious in place of where ordinary concern, fear or discomfort would have been a more normal response to the probings she’d undergone. But, again, when you see as many asses in one week as I typically do, you stop trying to psychoanalyze your patients and just get to the task at hand.

“Yes, I do,” I said curtly. “But whatever you have in mind, forget it. I don’t know how you found me here, but I don’t appreciate being stalked. Please, leave me alone.”

I saw her face immediately droop.

“But…” she began. “I’m sorry for stalking…I mean, all I did was follow you after work that day, but it’s not like I’m, y’know, hacking your emails or anything.”

“What?” I said, fighting the urge to stand up in outrage and cause a scene. The bar was only a 15 minute walk from my office, yes, but I never imagined anyone would trail me like that. I wasn’t exactly in the closet about being a lesbian, but I did want to remain discrete about my particular sexual practices as much as I could, especially since they correlated with my professional interests so closely.

“Wait, you mean you didn’t think it was hot?” Branda said.

“No,” I said.

I could tell she’d come too far to give up so easily. She took a step closer, daring to place a hand on my shoulder. “I mean, it hurt like hell…and it was really embarrassing, I’ll admit that,” she said. “But, come on. You didn’t enjoy…feeling inside, so deep. Feeling me stretch…”

“Oh god. Go now, dear,” I said, a twitch rolling up my spine. I pulled away, releasing her hand from me. “I think you’ve got the wrong person.”

I’d had a very distinguished professional career up to that point, and I wasn’t about to jeopardize it by talking to some tipsy college girl. I knew I had to put up clear boundaries, whatever her intent was.

“I’m sorry—” she let out, her eyes beginning to water. She began to turn away. Her sudden, almost innocent-seeming reaction took me by surprise, and almost made me forget how sketchy she was being.

“Wait, hold on,” I said in a hushed voice.

Why did I say that? I couldn’t tell. I’d just nearly managed to get her off of me, and yet I was calling for her to stay a moment longer. Maybe it was the alcohol, though I hadn’t had much. Maybe it was just the power of her charms working, as skeptical as I was.

I unthinkingly reached into my pocket, and pulled out one of my business cards. I pressed it into her hand. “Here’s my contact,” I said.

“Wh…what?” she said, confused. Frankly I confused myself as well, but arousal began to realize itself within me as those little dirty words flitted through my mind—”feeling me stretch.” I enjoyed hearing them spoken with that little country twang, falling from the mouth of this doll-faced little tart. connected them in my mind to the image of that fat, filthy veggie. My vividly soiled rubber gloves.

Other images came back to me—the pink rim of her elastic sphincter as it widened under the pressure of my dilator. The vivid details of the proctoscope as it traveled deep into the membranous darkness of her impacted bowels.

And then the smells—the heady fragrance wafting from her her gaping asshole, lingering in the air. The bittersweet scent of her sweat as it trickled down the small of her back, parting into two streams along the widely split ravine of her crack.

I shook my head, pulling myself back into the moment. When my eyes locked with hers again, I saw her in a totally different light. A green light.

“I can’t see you here. Come during business hours,” I said as calmly as I could, my mind swirling.

She looked at the card in her hand, then back at me, and finally a smile began to return to her face.

“Oh…so you mean, I should make an appointment?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes. Now go,” I said.

She bobbed her head in understanding, laughing nervously. “Oh, wow. Yes…Miss!” she said, turning on her heels. “I’ll…call…first thing Monday.”

I looked away, fearing someone would hear us. I’d developed a very good sense of when I was being eavesdropped upon, and a particular dyke hovering near me was well-known for being nosy. One thing about that bar was that everyone gossiped. I was walking on thin ice at this point, so I picked up my cell phone and pretended to busy myself. Branda thankfully got the hint, and by the time I looked up again, she was gone.

As of this writing, she hasn’t called.

I believe I’ll remember her as “the one that got away.” I didn’t even know I wanted her for certain until it was too late. That was over two years ago, so I doubt she ever will ever return to the bar.

I wondered, did she slip that veggie inside of her just to get the attention? Was this a pattern, and were there unsuspecting proctologists all over town who she secretly crushed on after painful extractions over the operating table? I may never know.

Perhaps never knowing is for the best. But in the wake of that bizarre encounter, I found myself taking more interest in my female patients, especially ones I suspected could be bi or lesbian. I began asking them about their lives more, something I’ve never done naturally.

I’ve never been an extrovert, but something about my experience with Branda bridged a gap for me I feel just slightly more invested now that I know my profession can, in fact, draw a few crazy moths to my flame.

Back at the bar, I’ve since decided to light up my murky little corner a bit. I bought a little red night light, and I plug it into the wall right next to my usual seat next to the bar.

It’s the same color red that Branda wore, and think I’ll leave it on until she returns.

The End

Hi again! Sorry it’s been a while since I posted but I’ve been busy writing more and this one is pretty long. Also, I decided I sort needed to break this one up because it started getting so long and I didn’t want to send it in until I had the rest of it written so I could send that part in, too. I know my writing is sloppy at times and I’m trying to get better but sometimes I get really excited while I’m remembering all of this and I know I’m not a great writer so I’m doing the best I can and I hope you like it. Most of the comments have been really nice, so thank you for those!


Zoey and I didn’t want to miss dinner which would have been bad because there weren’t a lot of other places to eat on a Sunday evening. We made it there late and of course Sam was sitting at her cashier stand. We knew she would be and we wore the same thing as we did the first time. “You’re just being mean,” she said, never quite swiping our meal cards before waving us on. We ate supper, stealing glances at Sam working and giggling.

“That was hot as hell,” Zoey said between bites. “Are we going to do her again?”

“I think she really liked you,” I suggested because of what had happened.

“Bullshit, you’re the one who ate her ass,” Zoey reminded me. I know I blushed because I could feel the heat on my cheeks and Zoey called me on it. “Besides, I need to study, too. When we’re done eating, I should go home.” That idea made me sad, even though she would still be in the same suite, she might as well be on the other side of the planet.

“Yeah, me, too,” I said. I didn’t really need to study but I didn’t want to sound like I couldn’t let go. “Besides, Lindsey comes home tonight.”

“Not until late, though,” Zoey said, though it sounded more like a question. I had a mouthful of food. “I mean, if you wanted to do Sam again, you sort of could.” I nodded, still chewing. I was really hungry. “I think one of us should.” I was confused why either one of us needed to do her, but I shrugged.

“I guess, you know, if she wants to do it with just me.”

“I can ask,” Zoey offered and before I could stop her, she bounced her way back to Sam’s cashier stand and came back all smiles. “I told her I had to study but you still wanted to do her and she’s excited.” I wasn’t sure how to feel. We finished eating but still had to wait for Sam. Instead of waiting in the Student Union, we went back to our rooms. It felt sort of funny when Zoey went into her room first. “Tell me about it tomorrow, okay?” she said and she looked both ways in the hallway before she kissed me. It was a really short kiss and I wanted a lot more. Instead, I opened the door to my room and went inside.

I had half an hour I had to kill before Sam would get off work and I had no idea what to do with myself. It felt funny sitting in my room. My bed was made, of course. I decided to take a shower, but that didn’t take very long. Standing naked in my room, I tried to figure out what I wanted to wear. Should I put on panties and a bra? Maybe I should dress like I was going to go to bed, since I guess that’s what I was going to do. I remember killing time by blowing drying my hair and I put on a little bit of make-up. Not a lot, just some concealer and a bit of lipstick. I didn’t want to look like I was doing too much. It wasn’t very often that I wished we had a TV in the room, but that was one of those times. I kept wondering what I was doing sitting there waiting for a girl I barely knew to show up and have sex with her. I got nervous and wasn’t sure I wanted anything to happen.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and I opened it. Zoey was standing there. “I am so jealous you get to have fun and I don’t!” she said, all smiles and bubbles like always. “Here.” She gave her vibrator and then she gave me a better kiss and grabbed my ass.

“I won’t need this,” I said, trying to hand her back the sex toy but she wouldn’t let me. That’s when there was a knock at my front door and we both knew that would be. She ducked back into the bathroom so she wasn’t caught. I hurried up and opened one of my drawers and tossed the toy inside because I didn’t want to open the door holding the stupid thing.

“Hey there,” Sam said all smiles as soon as I opened the door. Her eyes moved over me. I had decided on a regular t-shirt and panties, which is what I usually wore to bed. “So where’s Zoey’s room?” she asked.

“Oh, down the hall,” I generalized unsure if I should tell her we were suitemates or not. Awkward!

“She’s really fun,” Sam said and I wasn’t sure if she was being nice or telling me she liked Zoey better.

“Yeah she is,” I said, sitting on my bed. Sam sat next to me and we kissed. It was a deep kiss, more just a nice kiss.

“How long have you two been, you know, doing stuff?” she asked and looked puzzled when I started laughing.

“Two days?” I answered, deciding to ignore our first time together or combine that last two days into one. It was close enough.

“Well steal my clothes and fuck me running! You are so lying!” she squealed, louder than was needed, but it was funny because of what she said and how animated she was. “But you’ve been with other girls before her, right?” I shook my head and told how Zoey said I was her first, too. “No way!” I laughed, why would I lie about that?

“But we practiced a lot this weekend,” I admitted.

Sam smiled while looking at my chest. She started rubbing my chest, playing with one of my nipples. “So, you’re really not a couple, right?”

“No,” I said wondering if I needed to explain more. “Just friends. Friends with benefits sort of thing.”

“That is so fucking cool,” Sam said. She moved her hand around the back of my head and kissed me deeply. This was the kind of kiss I was expecting earlier. This was a “we’re having sex now” sort of kiss. I parted my lips, she put her tongue in my mouth and we went from there. She put her hands under my shirt, pushed it up and sucked on my tits while I pulled it off. We kissed some more while we worked off her shirt and bra (because she had come straight from work). I kissed her tits and took more time to enjoy them. Sam’s tits were bigger than Zoey’s, a lot bigger and they were bigger than mine, too. Her nipples were fat nubs that got really hard. “You can sort of bite them if you want,” she told me and I guessed that was something she liked, so I did and she moaned as she rubbed the back of head. I grabbed at her pussy through her jeans and she stuck her hand inside my panties. It didn’t make sense to stay dressed, so we got naked.

After spending the last two days making love to Zoey’s tanned body, having Sam’s creamy white body stretched out in front of me felt different. It was sort of funny how my eyes kept being surprised to see creamy white skin instead of Zoey’s even tan. I don’t know why, but it sort of helped remind me that I was making love to another woman and it was different doing it alone instead of doing Sam with Zoey. This time I had Sam all to myself and I took my time. I pushed her back on my bed, kissed down her body and I didn’t stop until I was between her legs and seeing that reddish-brown triangle of public hair. Lying on my stomach, I started licking her pussy. She tasted different than Zoey but still tasted like you expect pussy to taste like. While I was going down on her, it struck me what I was doing. I was making love to another woman. Not just another woman, but another, another woman, LOL. I know I had already had sex with her before, but doing it one-on-one made it feel different.

I sucked on Sam’s pussy and did all the things I had tried first on Zoey. Sam’s pussy got wetter than Zoey’s pussy did. I can’t say she “gushed” because I met other women who gush, but she was wet enough that I felt coated in pussy and I decided I liked it. I fingered her pussy, too, and when I started doing that, she started coming. Like before, Sam was really loud. “Fuck yes! Do it, Katie! Eat me! Eat me, Katie! Eeeeeat meeeee!” She bucked when she came and though I wished she wasn’t so loud, I still felt really accomplished making her orgasm like that. “My turn,” she said as soon as her orgasm had passed.

Sam was bigger than Zoey, taller and maybe a bit heavier because Zoey is really petite. Sam sat up and sort of pushed me backwards. I laughed and went with it.

“I miss this so much,” she said, kissing my lips before skipping right to my tits. She bit at my nipple and I guess I winced or jerked or something. “Too hard?” she asked.

“No, it’s okay,” I said because it did feel good, it was just unexpected. Zoey didn’t bite. Sam did. I guess it’s good thing I like to sort of rough on my nipples sometimes.

“I want this pussy,” Sam said, cupping my pussy and speaking as she kissed down my stomach. It took her three kisses before she was on her stomach and between my legs. We had been in this position before. Last time, Zoey had been sitting in my desk chair and watching. Glancing at the empty chair reminded me this wasn’t about Zoey and me, it was about me and Sam. I focused on watching Sam. “Fuck, your pussy tastes so good,” she purred between licks. “I want to eat this pussy for days.” She licked me everywhere and it felt good because she knew what she was doing. It wasn’t like when a guy licks everywhere hoping to get lucky. This was a woman who knew what she was doing and I was unwilling to stop her. She circled around my clit and that was sort of the magic motion for her to make because it was close to how I do it when I masturbate. However I reacted, she caught it. “Ooo, you like it like that?” she said as if she had found my secret. She went in a circle around my clit again and again. I squirmed beneath her and was felt helpless as my orgasm bubbled up inside of me and I came with a long, satisfying orgasm.

Sam tried to keep going, but I pulled her up and into my arms. Part of me felt as if I was betraying Zoey by holding another woman, but another part of me didn’t care. The part that didn’t care was bigger. After all, Zoey had set-up this meeting. That meant she wanted it to happen, right? Instead, I focused on how it felt to hold another woman in my arms. I focused on it felt to feel her bare breasts squished against my bare breasts. I enjoyed the difference in kisses. I admired her pretty, oval shaped face, high cheekbones and sweet lips. I brushed a lock of curly ginger hair away from her face. “Have you been with a lot of girls?” I asked.

“Three girls, but not all at once,” she said. She told stories I won’t repeat here about her first time with a cousin of hers. Then her second girlfriend was a girl she knew in school and how they sort of dared each other into doing stuff. “We did it a lot and liked it, but she always felt funny about doing it.” I nodded because I think I understood how she might have felt. I asked about the third girl and Sam laughed. I liked the way her breasts moved against me when she did. “I seduced the fuck out that girl.” It almost sounded as if she stalked the girl, but I guess that wasn’t what really happened, but she told me how it took a while for the girl to kiss her and then to let more happen until finally they were doing everything. “And I do mean, everything,” she said. I didn’t ask what that meant. She asked me how Zoey and I got together.

“We’re not really together,” I said, reminding her and myself how Zoey and I weren’t really a couple. I told her how I caught her masturbating without realizing that I was saying that Zoey was my suitemate.

“You mean she’s next door?”

I nodded, worried that I just made a big mistake. Instead, Sam took it in a different direction.

“So you two can do it anytime you want?”

“Well, if our roommates aren’t around, yeah,” I said, still wondering how that was going to work out.

“You should trade roommates,” Sam suggested, making the obvious suggestion.

“Yeah, we talked about that. Maybe, I don’t know.” I didn’t feel like trying to explain everything to her. Instead, I kissed her again and played with one of her boobs and that was enough to change the topic.

“You’re really good at eating pussy,” she purred. I think she meant that as a compliment but it felt like a weird one. “And it was really hot when you ate my ass. I thought I was the only person into that.”

“Zoey likes it a lot,” I said, deflecting. “She said she likes it up the butt.” Once again, I hated that I was saying too much, but fuck it. I mean, Zoey pushed us together, so why was I trying to be so careful? It wasn’t as if Zoey didn’t have sex with Sam, too, you know?

“Wow, me too! I mean, I’ve only done it a couple of times with this one guy I was dating, but I’ve done it lots of time to myself.”

“Zoey was doing that when I caught her masturbating,” I said, giggling. I guess I was still feeling a bit bad about saying so much about Zoey and so I said the rest, too. “She was the first person do to anything like that me.”

“Did you like it?”

“Sort of,” I hedged.

“So that’s what she meant about you being in training,” Sam said with a big, happy smile on her face. “I want to eat your ass.” She started sliding down my body. I tried to stop her.

“Maybe we can . . .,” I tried, unsure what else to say. It didn’t matter. Sam wasn’t stopping.

“Trust me, you’ll like it. I made my girlfriend love it and I can make you like it, too.” Sam was trying to roll me over on my stomach.

I didn’t know what else to do. Sam was one of those loud people who always seem to get their way because their either first to make a suggestion or loudest or whatever. Without knowing why I was doing it (aside from it being easier to go along than try to fight her), I allowed her to roll me on my stomach. I was lying flat on the bed and Sam was stretched out behind me. In a lot of ways, we were laying the same way as if she was going to eat my pussy except I was on my stomach instead of my back.

“Give me this,” she said, pulling up on my hips and I moved with her, poking my ass up in the air. I felt silly. I think if I was with a man I would have felt different except I wasn’t with a man. Like she had done with Zoey this afternoon, Sam buried her face between my buttcheeks and started licking me. I didn’t miss that she was doing to me what I had done to her earlier that afternoon.

Okay, I’ll admit it, it felt good. It was different. Sam wasn’t the first person to lick me there, because Zoey had done it, but Sam did it with more intensity. In a way, it felt as if she was doing all the right things, but in the wrong spot. Then she started playing with my pussy, too, and everything she was doing behind me felt that much better. “I wish I had a toy,” she said before she put a finger inside of me. That was a sensation that felt sort of familiar. Even when she added a second finger, it felt good because it was something Zoey had done. And I’ll admit it, I did come again and it’s hard for me to say I didn’t like having an orgasm because I did. “Good, right?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said though I think she was more excited about doing it than I was about receiving it.

“Want to do me again?”

“Can I just go down on you regular?”

“If you want,” she said and it looked as if she was trying to put a happy face over a sad face.

“I can use my fingers back there if you want,” I offered.

“Yeah, that would be really good,” she said, looking happier. So I pushed her against my pillows and went down on her. While I ate her pussy, I fingered her butt like I had done with Zoey. I guess I did a good job and I guess she liked it, a lot, because she got really loud again. It’s hard to tell with Sam, because she always got loud. I can’t say I liked fingering her butt as much as I enjoyed licking her pussy because that would be a lie, except I didn’t mind putting my fingers up her butt.

Anyway, after that orgasm of hers, I said something about it getting late, that I was tired and that my roommate would be home soon.

“Yeah, I should probably go,” Sam said, as if leaving was magically her idea. I smiled. We kissed, got dressed, kissed again and she was gone.

I took another shower as soon as she was gone. I don’t know why I did, but I wanted one so I did. I’m glad I did. I felt exhausted and went to bed even though it wasn’t even ten o’clock yet. I don’t know when Lindsey came home, I never heard her, but she was in the room when I woke up the next morning. I felt sore when I tried to sit up as if I had done a hundred crunches a hundred times over the weekend. Maybe I had with all the orgasms, I don’t know. It was a fun way to feel sore.

Monday morning and the weekend felt like a crazy, sexy, scary and wonderful dream to me. Lindsey and I did breakfast together and at the end of the line, there sat Sam with a big smile on her face. She looked from me to Lindsey and back to me again. I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea, so I introduced Lindsey as my roommate. “When did you meet her?” Lindsey asked over breakfast.

“This weekend,” I said with a shrug as if it was nothing. I’m not very good with coming up with lies on the spot, but I did the best I could. “She came at a party I was at.” I couldn’t resist smiling at how I said that.

“You know she never really swiped our meal tickets, right?”

“No, I didn’t notice,” I said, which wasn’t a lie because I wasn’t paying attention.

After breakfast, Lindsey went to her classes and I went to mine. I wouldn’t see her again until after dinner. Walking seemed to help the soreness I felt from a weekend of orgasms and I spent most of my day thinking about Zoey instead of Sam. It was so funny walking around campus and having to keep an eye out for one of your suitemates because you didn’t know her schedule. Until last week, Zoey and Beth were more like neighbors than suitemates. We would visit with each other, but we didn’t hang out and we didn’t keep tabs on each other. It was a weird situation and I wished I had thought to get Zoey’s phone number or email address or something.

My class schedule was a mess. I had one class in the morning, then an hour off between classes, then another class followed by another break. It’s why I didn’t have homework over the weekend, because I usually did my homework and studying between classes. I had a couple quiet corners on campus where I would study between classes, but that Monday, I kept going back to my dorm room in hopes of bumping into Zoey. It wasn’t until after my classes were over that I saw her again. I was back in my room, reading on my bed and there was a knock at my front door. I opened it to see Zoey standing there. As she followed me into my room through that hallway with closets on one side and the bathroom on the other, she shut the bathroom door. That was a clear sign of privacy for Beth (and Zoey had she been in her room). Sometimes, having a pass-thru bathroom could feel like having two front doors.

“I was hoping to see you today,” I said, all smiles and happiness even before Zoey pressed against me and gave me a big, opened mouth, wet and sloppy kiss. Giggling, we sat on my bed/couch.

“Tell me everything,” she said and I knew she meant about Sam.

“What’s to tell? She came over, we had sex and that was that,” I said, grinning madly because I knew she would want more details than that. After teasing her, I went into more details. Zoey looked more excited about the story than I got by retelling it. She squirmed and asked questions and made me tell her about it in more detail than I would have done without her questions. When I was done, she asked me the important questions: if I had fun and if I wanted to do it again. “I think so,” I said. “I’m sore from so many orgasms.”

“Oh-my-God, me too!” she squealed. She looked down at her hands for a moment before telling me, “I sort of cheated last night and hung out in the bathroom while you with her.”

“Why didn’t you join us?”

“I don’t know, because I wanted you to have fun. Sam’s really loud.”

“Yeah she is,” I agreed. I asked how loud and Zoey said she could only hear her in the bathroom, but it was really easy to hear in her bathroom. She asked how much time we had before Lindsey got off work and I knew she was really asking if we had enough time to fool around. I answered with a kiss and before long we were naked and taking turns going down on each other. That was nice, but the nicer part was being naked with her again. We cuddled together, holding each other’s naked bodies close and giving each other little kisses instead of talking for a while.

“I really like eating pussy,” she said, breaking our silence.

“Me too,” I said.

“No, I mean, I really like it,” she insisted and she sat up. I sat up with her and we sat cross-legged, facing each other.

“More than dick?”

Zoey shrugged. “I don’t know about that, because I really like guys, too, but I’m really glad we did Sam.”

“Yeah, she’s fun,” I agreed, unsure where Zoey was going with things.

“It’s different with a girl, you know?” she asked. She reached out and caressed the curve of my breast with the palm of her hand while her thumb rocked my nipple back and forth. “I mean, I always sort of wondered what it would be like, but I never knew it would be this good.” She kissed me and I could tell she was thinking out loud and needed to keep talking. “I used to look at pictures of girls together and wonder what it would be like. Did you ever do that?” I shook my head. I mean, I had seen pictures like that and I had seen porn movies where girls did stuff together, but I never did it the way she meant it. “I used to,” she said. “I remember how pretty I thought those girls looked together. I remember thinking how happy they looked and I wanted to feel that way.”

“I like touching you,” I offered, because I did and I reached out and caressed one of her boobs, too. “It feels sort of wrong to do it, but that’s part of what makes it, fun, too. Does that make sense?” She nodded and smiled. She also tweaked my nipple by rolling it between her finger and thumb. I tried to ignore how good that felt. “You touch me differently than how a guy does it.”

“Oh-my-God, I know!” she said, lighting up as if I had picked a key element for her. “Guys are all like . . .” she grabbed and manhandled my boobs without any grace. “But girls are more like . . .” she caressed my breasts, but finished with a playful tweak that hurt and felt good at the same time. “Guys don’t get that, do they?”

“Most don’t,” I agreed.

“And don’t get me started on this,” she said, moving a hand between my legs. “I mean, I know that probably feels good, right?” she asked as she gently rubbed my clit with an up and down motion. “But how many guys have figured out that you really like it like this?” She moved her fingers in that tight, tiny circle that I use when I do it myself. She was right, of course, there had been more of an instinctual understanding between us. Even Sam seemed to pick up on little things faster than any man.

“But fucking sure feels nice, too,” I said.

“Yeah it does,” she agreed, moving her hand away from my pussy before I got too excited. “I don’t have a problem with dick. I think I still want it, but guys are easy to find, you know?” I nodded, they were. I knew I could get with my geeky fuck-buddy again anytime I wanted it and I had even thought about it. “Do you swallow? You know, when you’re with a guy?”

“Yeah, I love doing that. I like that a lot,” I said, because I did and still do, but I could tell Zoey didn’t share my opinion. I held back telling her how I used to suck off guys I wasn’t dating just for the fun of sucking them off.

“Guys are just messy.”

“Oh, like you don’t get wet?” I laughed. “And Sam? She gets REALLY wet.”

“But it’s not all shooting and spraying and in your face,” Zoey insisted. I shrugged because I knew it didn’t really matter. This wasn’t about guys as much as what we were doing together. “I like when they come in my pussy or up my butt, though,” she allowed with a half-grin.

“Well, if that happens, I’d still do down on you,” I added.

“Pervert,” she giggled.

“Me? You’re the one who likes it up the butt!”

“Sam, too!” she defended, still smiling.

“Yeah, she likes that a lot.”

Zoey moved closer to me. She put her legs over mine and moved until our pussies were inches away from each other and our nipples were touching. “I really like talking this,” she said and kissed me.

“Me too,” I said, though I glanced at the clock to make sure we weren’t going to get caught. We still had time.

“What was the best part about this weekend?” she asked.

“Catching you masturbating,” I said, though I knew that wasn’t technically part of the weekend. “You looked so sexy doing it.” I felt as if I needed to add more, too, so she would know I was on her side. “And it was really hot how you were fingering your backside.”

“Sometimes I use my toy there,” she said and that reminded me that I still had it. I jumped up, ran to my drawer and gave it back to her. “Are you wanting a demonstration?”

“Oh no, I just didn’t want to forget to give it back to you,” I said as I climbed back on the bed. This time, it was my legs that went over her legs so we were still sitting extra close. I picked up the toy and really studied its size. “You can really fit this up your butt?” It looked too big.

“I take dicks there, so yeah,” she giggled. “You should let me do it to you. I bet you’d like it.”

“I don’t know,” I said, unsure if I’d like it or not. “But I bet Sam would like that.”

“Really?” Zoey asked. I nodded because I was sure of it. “Is it wrong if I say I really want to have sex with her again?”

“I think it’s your turn,” I said because I didn’t want to hog Sam to myself.

“I don’t know where we’d do it, though. Beth is like always in the room.”

“You can bring her back here,” I offered since Lindsey’s work and class schedule kept her out of the room until after five every day. Zoey gave me a hopeful look and I hoped I was sweetening the deal with what I said next. “And I think you should do her one-on-one, too.”

“But what are you going to do? Watch?”

I shook my head. “No, I can just let you guys in, you can have your fun and I’ll come back later.”

“You’d do that for me?” she asked, looking surprised.

“I don’t know,” I said, pulling the toy away from her. “Do you promise to keep this out of my ass until I’m ready for it?”

“Yes,” she said, giggling and kissing me.

“Deal,” I said between her kisses. “But you have to find out her schedule and stuff.” That reminded me how I didn’t know Zoey’s schedule and by the time we were done swapping phone numbers and comparing class schedules, it was time for us to get dressed before Lindsey walked in on us. Keeping things discrete, Zoey left through the front door to go back to her room instead of cutting through the bathroom. I thought that was funny. It added to the sensation that we were in a secret club with precisely three members.

It didn’t take long for Zoey and Sam to work out their schedules. In fact, it was the next day when Zoey caught up with me with the quad between classes. “Hey sexy,” she said.

“What’s up, girlfriend?” I asked, laughing because it felt funny to say those things and because we both knew they were true. Zoey asked if I was serious about my offer and how I felt about giving them some space that afternoon. I answered by giving her my room key. “Lindsey gets off work at five, so you have to be done by then.” Zoey nodded and we made arrangements to meet in the cafeteria at four, which was when Sam’s shift would start.

On Tuesday’s, I had an afternoon class from one o’clock until two o’clock. That was the class that got cancelled the day I caught Zoey playing with herself. As I sat in class, I couldn’t keep my mind off of what was probably happening in my dorm room. I briefly wondered why they couldn’t use Zoey’s room, but without knowing Beth’s schedule, I dismissed the thought. I remember how I didn’t feel jealous or left out. Instead, I felt happy that Zoey and Sam were having some one-on-one time. I tried imagining what they might be doing with each other before deciding that maybe I didn’t want to know, just knowing they were together was enough for me.

Sharing that class with my geeky fuck-buddy friend didn’t help matters. Eric was a nice guy, even if he was a hard-core gamer and huge computer geek. I liked Eric because he was smart and funny and even though he was into geek stuff, he still showered every day and tried to look good. It was the first time I had seen time since our Thursday night together and I knew I had to talk to him. His awkwardness after class was so cute and funny. “What’s up, Katie?” he asked, smiling but looking unsure of himself. “I haven’t seen you around.” He was right, because I had been holed up in my room having sex with Zoey.

“I’m good,” I said and kissed him on cheek.

“If you’re heading to class, I can walk you,” he offered. That was so sweet that I felt my heart melt a little bit for him.

“I’m done for the day. What about you? I can walk you to class.”

“I’m done, too,” he said and looked unsure what to say next.

“We could sit for a bit if you want,” I offered. I led the way outside and we sat on the steps of the building in the sun. It was mid-September and the weather was still beautiful.

“I had fun the other night,” he blurted out.

“Yeah, me, too,” I said, leaning against him for a moment. “You were good.”

“Really?” He sounded surprised.

“Oh yeah, you did a great job. Got me off.”

Eric laughed and fell speechless for a moment before asking, “So, that was just a one-time thing, right?”

“I think so,” I said, remembering what I had told him that night. I know he didn’t understand why I fucked him and I wasn’t sure how much of an explanation I owed him. After that first time with Zoey, when I was confused by how much I liked it, I had wanted to be with a guy, almost any guy. Eric and I ended up in line together in the cafeteria and we ended up sitting together. I remember being confused and horny and thinking that he was doable in a geeky sort of way. I had asked him if he had a girlfriend. He said he didn’t. Then I asked him if he had ever had a girlfriend and he had laughed, assuring me he had. (I know, that was mean, but it was how it happened.) Then I asked him how he felt about having a cheap, meaningless one-night-stand and the surprised look on his face had sealed the deal for me.

“Okay. Well, if you ever, you know, will you think about me?”

“While I’m doing it with someone else?” I asked. I was teasing, of course.

“Um, sure, okay,” he stammered, giving me a confused look. His half smile reminded me a bit of how Zoey sometimes smiled with just half of her lips.

“Fine,” I sighed, still playing though I don’t think he had caught on yet. “I’ll blow you for old time’s sake but I’m not getting naked, okay?”

Eric stared at me with wide open brown eyes that were waiting for me to laugh or smile or something. “Are you serious?”

“Was I serious last Thursday?”


“Then let’s do it, okay? We have to go to your room, though.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, standing up but still looking confused. I stood up with him and nodded from him to lead the way. As we walked towards his building, he pulled out his phone. “I need to make sure my roommate isn’t home.” I nodded, smiling and feeling giddy about what I was going to do. It was like before I got pregnant when I would sneak out to the parking lot, give a quick blow-job to some lucky guy and then head back into class. I only did that three times, but it had been with three different guys and I think, if I didn’t end up with a boyfriend later that year, I would have kept on doing it. Like Eric, all three of those guys had been good-looking, geeky guys who weren’t really popular in school and I had known, even if they had told someone about what had happened, no one would believe them.

As we walked, I listened to Eric’s side of the conversation. “Yo bitch,” he said when his roommate answered. “I need you to clear out of the room for a bit.” A pause. “Why do you think?” Another pause. “No, you don’t know her.” Another pause. “Shut the fuck up and get out, okay?” One more pause. “No, a different girl,” he said and I knew he had told his roommate about our tryst last Thursday. “Hurry,” he added.

Our college had two freshmen dorms that faced each other. One was for the incoming men and the other was for the women. The rules were different between the two buildings, though both dorms required guests to be accompanied. Men were forbidden in the women’s dorm after midnight while the men’s dorm didn’t carry the same restriction against female guests after midnight. Eric’s room was on the ground floor and as we walked into the building, I felt like I had on Thursday night. I was walking into a den of testosterone and it felt good. Every guy we passed turned and stared at the two of us. As we turned the corner towards Eric’s room, another geeky looking guy slowed as he approached us. I wasn’t sure, but it looked as if that guy had just left Eric’s room. As we drew closer, the guy nodded at Eric and gave that typical guy greeting and head nod, “Dude.” Eric nodded back and kept walking, but I stopped him.

“Was that your roommate?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Eric said, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the other guy had kept walking.

“He’s sort of cute,” I said, looking over my shoulder. Terrance, Eric’s roommate, had made it as far as the turn in the hallway before stopping. He was peeking around the corner, I guess hoping to get a better look at the girl with his roommate. I waved at him. “Wait a second, okay?” I told Eric and started walking down the hallway to the corner. Terrance saw me and ducked back around the corner. Maybe he was running away, but something told me he was standing just around the corner wondering what to do. When I reached the corner, I saw that I was right. I quickly looked him over before extending my hand to him. Glancing to my left, I could see Eric was still standing in the hallway, in front of his room, looking confused and worried.

“Hi, I’m Becky,” I lied. Don’t ask me where I got that name or why I lied, I just did.

“Terrance,” he said, shaking my hand and looking as if he was about to run away.

“I’m going to suck off your roommate and then leave, but if you want to, I’ll suck off you, too.”

Terrence blinked once and stared at me as words failed him. His mouth opened, but no words came out. I knew I had just blown his mind and I didn’t care.

“Is that a yes or no?” I asked and he managed to nod his head. I pulled my hand away and started walking back down the hallway. I didn’t look to see if he was following me but the confused look on Eric’s face told me he did. As I neared Eric, I whispered, “He thinks my name is Becky.” I got another slack jawed head nod. I nodded at the door and Eric opened it. That’s when I glanced over my shoulder, saw Terrance was right behind me and stepped inside a room that was laid out much the ones in my dorm.

Unlike the rooms in the girl’s dorm, a big TV hooked up to three different gaming systems took precedent in their room. Their beds were bunk beds and I knew the bottom bunk was Eric’s. I walked into the middle of the room and smiled at them. They stood side-by-side with an amazed and confused look on their faces.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” I told them. “I’m going to give you each one blow job. You’re allowed to come inside my mouth. You’re not allowed to touch me. If you tell your friends about this, it will never happen again. Deal?”

I got two head nods before Terrance asked, “Who goes first?”

“You both do,” I said and snagged a pillow off Eric’s bed before dropping to my knees in front of them. Oddly, Terrance seemed to understand the deal faster than Eric. He started working the front of his pants, glanced towards Eric and stopped. I rubbed the front of Eric’s pants, unsurprised to find out he was hard. I was willing to bet he had gotten hard on the walk over. Feeling my hand on his crotch was all the extra encouragement Eric needed. After glancing at what Terrence was doing, Eric opened his pants, too.

Both men were wearing white-tighty underwear that they pushed down to their knees along with their jeans. I started with Eric, since he was hardest. I wrapped my lips around his nicely sized prick and sucked him back and forth a few times while rubbing Terrance’s growing penis. Once I felt Terrance getting hard, I moved from Eric to Terrance. Both men stood absolutely still and neither of them said a word. I’m guessing neither wanted to risk breaking the spell though I don’t know. I didn’t care. After my talk yesterday with Zoey and knowing what she was doing, I wanted cock in my mouth just like how I wanted dick in my pussy after that first time with Zoey. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was about to spend most of my freshman year eating pussy. For that moment, I felt like the world’s worst lesbian and felt better because of it.

I’d like to say how I spent an hour on my knees sucking them. I’d like to say how I had time to suck on their balls and really play with both of them. Hell, with how my life turned out, I’d like to say lots of different things happened before we were done, but none of that would be true. Instead, neither one of them held back. Maybe I spent a total of ten minutes of my knees, but I doubt it. It felt like it was maybe ten seconds. One moment, I’m enjoying moving back and forth between their fat, hard cocks and then the next moment, Terrance is moaning and coming inside my mouth. As soon as I was done swallowing him, the very moment I put my lips back on Eric, he came, too. In a way, I got what I wanted most, I got two nice sized mouthfuls of cum back-to-back. In another way, I wanted to spend more time getting there.

Even though they were both hard and I was very tempted to do a lot more with them, I didn’t. After their orgasms, I stood up. I kissed both of them on the lips even though I had just sucked them off. I didn’t care, but that gets to other things about me that you’ll have to read in different stories. I did exactly what I promised to do. I sucked them off, stood and left. I guess that kind of ruined things for Eric because on Thursday in class, he wouldn’t look at me. I remember that happening to me in high school, too, and it didn’t bother me. Besides, by the time Thursday rolled around, I wasn’t sure I still wanted cock in my life.

Because Eric and Terrance didn’t take very long, I still had a lot of time to kill before meeting up with Zoey at the cafeteria. With nothing better to do with my time, I went to the Student Center and camped out at one of the tables inside the cafeteria. I drank a Coke, read and did my best to ignore how my entire body felt on fire. I felt horny in a way I had never experienced. Sucking off those guys might have proved to me that I still liked cock, but it did nothing for calming the fire between my legs. Hell, it made it worse, but I was determined to suffer. I’m sure I kept squirming in my chair because I remember how I kept crossing and recrossing my legs wishing I could bring myself to go into the bathroom and masturbate. I thought a lot about Sam and Zoey and hoped they were having a good time until I saw them strolling into the cafeteria wearing big, happy smiles. They were cutting it close. It was only a few minutes before four o’clock, the start of Sam’s work shift. She gave me a big smile, apologized because she had to clock in and disappeared into the kitchen area while Zoey plopped down across from me.

“Damn,” she said.

“Well, don’t get comfortable,” I said, standing and grabbing her hand for her to follow me.

No real note this time. I guess you get the idea at this point. Thank you for reading and making nice comments and I really hope that I’m getting to be bit better with this writing. I hope to start writing about all the fun I had meeting my husband and the fun we still have because I think that stuff is really hot, too. And I still want to write some stories that are just made up and not about things that happened to me except I guess I really had some fun at few special times in my life and it’s been really fun writing about them. So I hope you enjoy this epic that I never planned!


The next day while I was in class and out of class I thought a lot about what Lindsey had said to me the night before about being careful with Zoey. I understood what she meant but I don’t think she really understood that was why we were seeing other girls, too. It was part of the reason why we invited Sam to be with us and definitely part of the reason why we seduced her, because we didn’t want to feel as if we were a couple and if we were having sex with other girls then how could we be a couple, right? I tried to explain that to Lindsey over breakfast the next morning and I’m not sure it made a lot of sense to her.

When I got down with classes I went back to my room without much of a plan for myself than it being just another day at college. I had a paper that I needed to work on. College can be a lot of work. When I went back to my room, the bathroom doors between our two rooms were open. I thought about shutting the door for some privacy and didn’t. I could tell someone was home in the other room, but I didn’t check to see who it was. I was waiting for my computer to finish booting when there was a soft knock. It was Zoey.

“Hey girlfriend,” she said with a big smile. I don’t think I would have thought much about her greeting except for what Lindsey had said last night before we went to sleep.

“What’s up?” I said, hoping I didn’t sound cold or distant.

“Nothing,” she said as she slipped up behind me. She wrapped her arms around, cupped my breasts with the familiarity of a lover and kissed my neck. “I was thinking about you. I nearly snuck over here to borrow my toy and then I remembered that you would be home soon.”

“Lindsey knows that’s your toy. You could probably take it back,” I pointed out trying to ignore how good her hands felt on my breasts or how I could feel her full breasts pressing against my back or how the kiss she had planted on my neck made me feel.

“I like seeing it sitting there,” she said. “I was even thinking about adding my other toy it, too.” Zoey worked her hands inside my blouse. She undid my bra in the back before her hands slipped beneath the front of it. She kissed my neck again and I began melting.

“What are you doing?” I asked. She could ask me the same question. I had moved my hands behind my back, holding her closer to me.

“Me? I’m not doing a thing,” she said as one of her hands slid down my stomach, inside my pants and beneath the waistband of my panties. “Mm, someone feels wet.”

“I wonder why?”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked this.”

I spun in her arms, facing and kissing her deeply. I groped her tits with one hand and her sexy, bubble butt with my other as we kissed each other with the hunger of desperate lovers. “I like you,” I mumbled between our kisses. My body felt on fire and I couldn’t imagine anything stopping us. Anything that felt this right could never be wrong. I fished between us, working the front of her jeans until I could slip a hand inside her panties. She felt as wet and needy as me. I kept pushing off her clothes.

“I don’t think I shut the bathroom door,” she said. I didn’t stop pulling open her clothes for my touch. “And Beth is home.” I still didn’t stop. “She might hear us.” I pulled off her top and bra. I didn’t stop undressing her until she was completely naked.

“Do you want to shut the door?” I offered as I got undressed.

“No,” she said, pulling my naked body against hers. We shuffled to my bed without breaking our kiss until we were side-by-side, facing head-to-toe and lost in a sixty-nine position. It can be an awkward position except I think the difference in our heights made it easier. We did it on our sides and more traded orgasms than tried having them together. Zoey would half lie on top of me with her face buried between my legs as I came. Filled with lust from my orgasm, I would shove my face tighter against her bare pussy and she would fall to her back still touching and stroking me as I brought her to a climax. We didn’t count orgasms or strictly take turns because sometimes I was a bit selfish. Within the last week I had discovered I loved eating pussy, I loved bury my face between another woman’s legs and once I started I didn’t want to stop. The orgasms she gave me only spurred my desire for more pussy. It took a long time before we were both sated enough to relax. “You are so fucking dangerous,” Zoey said after she had turned around and cuddled naked next to me.

“And you’re addictive,” I told her. We kissed and our kissing lingered for a long time, too.

“I think we should be in bed when Lindsey comes home,” she said and I giggled because I had the same thought. I glanced at the clock on my wall, surprised to see it was already four thirty in the afternoon.

“We should probably shut the bathroom door,” I said. I needed to use the bathroom, so I volunteered. I climbed over Zoey and walked naked into the bathroom. I shut the door to Zoey’s room. I didn’t bother shutting the door to my room. I did my business and unlatched the door to Zoey’s room. I heard the tip-tapping of fingers on a keyboard from Beth and Zoey’s room. While it was unlikely Beth had peeked on us, I knew it could have happened and I didn’t want to shut the door to my room when I left the bathroom but I didn’t want Lindsey to feel uncomfortable when she came home.

I sat down with Zoey on my bed and we cuddled close to each other without doing anything more. “Maybe we should be playing the toys when she walks in?” she suggested.

“I think this will be surprise enough,” I said and we kissed again. That kiss worried me because I noticed again how different it felt to kiss a girl instead of a man. Part of me thought it felt better. Could that be true? “Do you like kissing boys or girls better?”

“Girls,” she said without hesitation. “Boys are crappy kissers.”

I thought about it for a moment and wasn’t sure I agreed. Boys weren’t crappy kissers, but it did feel different kissing a boys. I didn’t miss the scratchiness of unshaved cheeks but it was one difference that was easy to notice. Girls smell sweeter than boys, too and maybe I missed the pheromones, I don’t know. “Maybe we’re turning into lesbians.”

“Have you seen Beth’s lesbian friends?” Zoey laughed. “Unless you have an urge to start wearing flannel, stop shaving everywhere and start wearing boy jeans, I think we’re safe.” That felt like such a cliché to me. I had seen girls like Zoey described around campus, but I didn’t believe it was a uniform for all lesbians and if it was, I didn’t want to be one. As much as I enjoyed the taboo and fun of making love to another woman, I still wasn’t convinced I wanted to be a lesbian at all.

“Beth doesn’t dress like that,” I pointed out. Mostly, Beth wore jeans and t-shirts with a save the Earth message. She looked more like a hippie than a stereotypical lesbian. “Do you think any of your cheerleader friends ever fooled around with another girl?”

“Our co-captains were sweet on each other, though I never saw them doing anything, but they didn’t have boyfriends and everyone guessed they were into each other.”

“But you don’t know, do you?”

“No, but I spent quite a few nights imagining them together with my hand between my legs,” Zoey giggled. I liked her giggle. I liked the way her boobs jiggled when she giggled. I poked her in the ribs to see if she was ticklish. She squirmed away, giggling. “Stop that!” I didn’t, not for a while at least. It was almost five and Lindsey was due home any minute. “Do you think we should be doing something when she walks in? You know, with each other, even if we don’t use the toys?”

“Let’s just see how it goes,” I suggested and kissed her. Our kissing lingered again as our hands began caressing each other’s good parts and I squirmed thinking how sexy it will be to get caught even if getting caught was contrived. We were still kissing when I heard Lindsey’s keycard working the lock and I felt an excited thrill surging through me.

“Hi honey, I’m home,” Lindsey called from the doorway. It was a common greeting she made as she walked in. My kiss with Zoey was interrupted by our giggling. “And look who I bumped into in the lobby,” Lindsey said. Zoey and I froze. Did Lindsey have someone with her? We turned to the hallway and saw Lindsey. She stepped into the room, saw us huddled together on my bed and started laughing. “Well, isn’t that special?” she asked, still laughing as she stepped the rest of the way into the room and turned towards our guest. Following behind her was Samantha.

It was funny seeing Sam because she didn’t look immediately at Zoey and me. Her eyes were locked on the toys so prominently on display on top of the refrigerator. She surely recognized the big vibrator but Lindsey’s cock-shaped dildo was more shocking and impressive looking. Her eyes were wide as she turned to look at us and she did a double take when she saw us. “Well steal my clothes and fuck me running,” she said with a gasp. Apparently, that was a common phrase for her. A big smile replaced the surprised look on her face and the four of us began laughing.

“Isn’t this where one of you say, ‘It’s not what it looks like?’” Lindsey asked.

“Oh, I think it’s exactly what it looks like,” I said, laughing harder than I can remember laughing in a long time. Some of it was because of the humor of the moment and I think the rest of my laughter was relief that it was just Sam.

“Sam!” Zoey called out as she scrambled off the bed and ran into the redhead’s arms.

“I guess they’ve met?” Lindsey asked me, stating the obvious with her usual comedic flair.

“Yeah, they go way back,” I said. “All the way back to this past weekend.” I watched Lindsey slipping off her backpack, putting it on her desk chair and squeezing her way around the two kissing girls standing at the end of the hallway that led to the front door. “Where you going?”

“I’m hungry,” she said as if we were going to let her leave. Sam picked up on what was happening and grabbed her arm.

“Hold on,” Sam said. “I’ve got something you can eat.”

“Me too,” Zoey said as Lindsey was pulled between them. The surprised and startled look on Lindsey’s face was funny and didn’t last long. Zoey started kissing her while Sam began tugging at Lindsey’s clothes. As soon as Lindsey was topless, Zoey’s lips moved to her chest and Lindsey looked at me over the petite blonde’s head.

“I guess I don’t get a say in this, do I?” she asked me.

“Do you really want a say?” I asked. I climbed off the bed and joined the trio standing in the middle of the room. Sam had done a good job at stripping Lindsey. I peeled her away from my roommate and pulled at her clothes until all four of us were naked.

“I want this,” Sam told me, grabbing my bare ass in her hands and kneading it.

“Just that?” I asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed by how forward she could be. “I bet Zoey wants that, too,” I said and I traded places with Zoey. Neither of them seemed to mind. As soon as they touched they were kissing and groping each other with the familiarity of experienced lovers.

I wrapped my arms around Lindsey and kissed her and I don’t know why, but it felt different kissing my roommate than it had when I was kissing Zoey or Sam. Maybe it was because I knew Lindsey better than Sam or Zoey, though I guess that would be difficult to about Zoey at that point in my life. Still, I had been living with Lindsey for the last three weeks of life, not Zoey or Sam. Lindsey and I had established a living arrangement that hadn’t included sex until just the other day. She felt good in my arms. I liked the way her body meshed against mine and I wanted her to be happy. I squeezed her ass and remembered she liked it up the butt, too.

“Want me to get your toy?” I asked her.

“Which one,” she asked, distracted by watching the short blonde and the taller redhead together.

“Guess,” I said, running my finger between her buttcheeks and caressing her behind in a very intimate manner. Lindsey looked at me as if she was unsure. “She likes that too, remember?” I reminded her. I sucked on my finger, got it very wet and pushed my first knuckle inside her butt.

Lindsey rubbed my pussy. Her fingers worked over my clit in the tight circle that drove me wild. I pushed my finger deeper inside her butt and she moaned as we kissed. Feeling her passion excited me, too. I felt weak as I felt the rising tide of an orgasm building inside of me and that’s my excuse for being unable to resist her suggestion. “I think you should let me use it on you.”

“Which one,” I asked. After all, she was playing with my pussy and I was playing with her ass.

“I think you know,” she said, squirming halfway out of our embrace. She leaned over and picked up her butt plug and the lube. “It’s clean,” she assured me, sucking on the toy. It didn’t make a lot of sense to me because my finger was still inside her backside and she was suggesting I used her butt plug?

“You use it,” I said, continuing to finger her butt.

“I will,” she said, putting some lube on its tip. She put another dab of lube on her fingertip. “On you.” She grabbed my butt and pressed her gooey finger inside my ass and I have to admit it felt divine in ways I never expected. I glanced at Zoey and Sam and was surprised to see them gone. I had to look over my shoulder to find them. They had moved to my bed where they sat next to each other, kissing and playing with each other. Could they see what Lindsey was doing to me? Could they see her finger inside me? Had they noticed the toy she held? Lindsey turned my face back to hers. She pressed her mouth against me and kissed me deeply as her hands worked behind me. With one hand, she pulled open my backside while her other hand positioned the tip of that butt plug against my asshole. She gripped my chest, pinching and rolling one of my nipples in that deliciously painful way that girl can do so much better to another woman than a man can do. As she held me against her, I felt the toy sliding inside me, I felt my butt opening for it. It felt too big, too long and then it felt wonderful as it slipped into place. “Now eat your girlfriends,” she said, turning me around to face the pair sitting on my bed.

I clenched my buttcheeks together, unsure if the toy would stay inside of me on its own as I moved. I could feel it inside my butt. I felt how it wiggled as I moved, fucking me in a spot that never received much attention until this past week. My clit ached with need as I fell to my knees on the carpeted floor in front of Sam. She broke her kiss long enough to smile down at me as she parted her legs and allowed me access to her pussy. I pressed my lips against her womanly lips and began eating her pussy with my ass in the air.

Lindsey didn’t ignore me. She knelt behind and over me, reaching around me and hugging me as I ate Sam’s pussy. Her hand raked across my chest as she played with my hard nipples. I felt her chest against my back. “You look so sexy doing that,” she cooed in my ear. I felt her hand between my legs but she ignored my pussy. She had moved a hand between our bodies and cradled her fingers against my ass. Her fingers worked the toy inside of me. She wiggled it back and forth, up and down. “Feel good?” she asked and I couldn’t answer with anything more than a moan because I was busy eating Sam. Because Zoey and Sam were busy kissing, for once, Sam was relatively quiet with her orgasm.

“Now Zoey,” Lindsey directed when it became obvious that I had pleased Sam. I only needed to move over a bit to be in front of Zoey. I had to close my eyes as I ate Zoey’s hot, wet pussy. I felt on sensory overload with everything happening at once and focusing was an issue for me. My tongue recognized the familiar territory of Zoey’s anatomy as I lashed at the nub of her clit and even snaked a finger beneath my chin to poke at her pussy. Had we really made love that many times that I could recognize her so easily? I didn’t fight the sensation and did what I knew would feel best for her until I heard her moans muffled by Sam’s mouth.

“And now me,” Lindsey said, pulling me towards her as she laid down on the floor. She parted her legs and rubbed her pussy as I turned, bent and started pleasing her. She caressed the side of my face as I ate her, cooing and moaning. “They can see your toy,” she reminded me and knew she was right. I knew my ass was up in the air and facing Sam and Zoey as I ate Lindsey. As I had noticed the flat flange of the toy against Lindsey’s backside, surely they would notice it against my butt, too. I couldn’t stand it. I balanced on one elbow between Lindsey’s legs because I needed to touch myself. I needed an orgasm that felt years in the making. I desperately rubbed my swollen clit and came long before Lindsey did. My orgasm didn’t stop me from making sure Lindsey had one, too. I kept going until I heard her cute chanting, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” That sound was so cute and funny to me that I crawled over her body and had to kiss her.

After we kissed for a while, Lindsey pulled at me and I was confused. I didn’t understand where she wanted me to go. It felt as if she wanted me off of her, but when I tried rolling to the side she stopped me and then it occurred to me what she wanted. She didn’t want me off of her, she wanted me over her, on top of her and I crawled until my knees straddled her face. From where I knelt on the floor between our beds, I could reach her bed. I leaned over, laying my arms and head on her bed as I squirmed, wiggled and pressed my aching pussy against her eager tongue. Lindsey cupped my ass as she ate me and used a finger or thumb to wiggle the toy inside my butt. It was more than I could take and came against her face feeling slightly out of control with the heat of my orgasm. The toy inside my ass intensified my orgasms in unexpected ways and I gasped as my climax took hold and rocked my world.

I felt weak and out of breath as I clung to her bed and Lindsey scooted out from behind me. I rested my head on my hands, still kneeling and sucking in deep, calming breaths as Lindsey pressed against me again. “You okay?” she asked in a soft voice.

“Better than okay,” I promised. I turned my head and we managed to kiss over my shoulder.

“Guess this means you like my toy?”

I laughed and nodded, still too weak to move while on the other side of the room, Zoey was between Sam’s legs and Sam became her vocal self. “Oh fuck! Yes! Eat me, Zoey! Eat me!” she yelled, entirely too loud.

“Is she always like that?” Lindsey asked, still holding me.

“As far as I know,” I said, finally feeling some strength returning to me. With the heat of the moment passing, the toy inside me began feeling awkward. “Can I take this out now?” Lindsey nodded, kissed me and pulled away. I went into the bathroom to remove the toy. I made sure I washed it, too. As I stood in the bathroom, I could hear Sam’s passionate cries and had to laugh. Damn that girl could scream! I ran the shower and washed, too, before I went back to a much quieter bedroom where I found Sam going down on Zoey while Lindsey watched from her bed while enjoying Zoey’s big vibrator. I climbed into bed next to her and sucked on her tits while she watched.

After Zoey’s and Lindsey’s orgasms the four of us sat in pairs and smiled at each other. “How was the toy?” Zoey asked me.

“Good,” I said, unwilling to make more of a commitment to it than that.

“You looked sexy with that up your butt,” Sam offered and I think I blushed because we were talking about my butt and that felt funny.

“Aw, sweetie, don’t be like that,” Lindsey said, caressing my cheek and giving it a quick kiss. “That’s a good toy. You should try wearing it to class sometime.” When I gave her a shocked looked all three girls laughed. I couldn’t imagine doing something like that. Again, Lindsey was the first to call an end to the fun by reaching for her clothes. “I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m still hungry.” That was a consensus shared in the room and we ate together, laughing, joking and talking about all sorts of things.

We walked back to the dorm as two couples. Lindsey and I walked side-by-side while Zoey and Sam did the same thing. Along the way, for whatever reason, it became really important to Sam that one of us went back to her room to meet her roommate. I didn’t have an interest in meeting her roommate and neither did Lindsey. Inside the lobby, Zoey and Sam turned towards Sam’s room while Lindsey and I went home. Once we were alone, I asked Lindsey, “You were kidding about wearing that toy to class, weren’t you?”

“No,” she giggled. “I’ve worn it to work, too, though that’s tough. I usually can’t make it the whole day.”

“Because it gets annoying?”

“Because I get too excited and then I’m playing with myself in the bathroom before lunch. After I get off a couple times, I have to pull it out or I’ll just keep wanting to play.”

“Where did you ever get it?” I asked as we reached our room. She told me about a sex shop near the airport where she lived and how she and her girlfriends would go in there and dare each other to buy stuff.

“That was the first thing I bought I didn’t even understand what it was until I got home with it. It didn’t make sense to me until I tried it and then . . . well, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

I couldn’t imagine buying something like that without understanding its true purpose, except for how she explained it. I thought about it and realized that if I had done that, I would have been curious, too. “Does your boyfriend know about your toys?”

“No way,” she giggled. “He’d freak out. He doesn’t even know I play with myself.” It went without saying that he wouldn’t know about how she had played with girls, too. It was sort of a small conversation but it was one that made a big impact on me and how I would live my life in the years to come after then. So many of those days were learning experiences, like that little story from Lindsey was.

“Have you ever watched your boyfriend play with himself?” I asked.

“I’m not sure he does that,” she said and I laughed at that. I might not have much experience with girls or butt plugs, but I had plenty of experience with guys.

“Trust me, he does,” I assured her. “Guys do it more than girls do it.”

“How often do you do it?”

“I don’t know,” I said, thinking about it. “Sometimes I’ll do it a few times in a day, like back-to-back or a couple of times and then a break and then a couple more times. Sometimes I’ll go a couple days without doing it, but then I almost have to do it three or four times to get caught up, so maybe every other day or so? What about you?” Her answer surprised me.

“Every night when I’m taking a shower,” she said.

“No way!” I cried except I had no way of knowing.

“I’d do it in bed except we always go to bed together and I didn’t want you to know what I was doing.”

“What about your toys?” I asked, not believing that someone with a toy the size of Kong would masturbate without it too many times.

“Only when I know you’re not going to be home for a bit, otherwise, I’ll sneak my other toy into the bathroom with me. And like I said, sometimes I’ll wear it during the day, too. It’s so fucking hot. You should get one!”

“Maybe,” I said, not convinced that I needed to own a butt plug. This afternoon had been fun, but it wasn’t enough to convert me into an anal slut like the three of them. Besides, where was I going to buy one? From a catalog? It didn’t feel like the sort of thing I wanted showing up at my house when I wasn’t there to accept the package or showing up in the college mail with how often mail was passed out to the wrong people. “Do you ever feel like you’re cheating on your boyfriend if you play with yourself?”

“No,” she said, giving me a funny look. “Do you?”

“No,” I admitted, even though I didn’t have a boyfriend at the moment. “But if you do it and he does it, then why isn’t it something you can talk about?”

“Do you talk about it with your boyfriend?” she asked. I reminded her I didn’t have a boyfriend, but admitted that even when I did, it wasn’t something we talked about. “I’d like to think we could talk about it,” I said, meaning whatever boyfriend I ended up having.

“I don’t know, it seems sort of private. Do you think we should talk about it?” I wasn’t sure what she meant and she saw that. “I mean, maybe we should tell each other every time we do it or something?”

It was an interesting proposal and I have to admit that I liked the idea. “What if hearing you did it makes me want to do it?”

“Yeah, what if?” Lindsey asked with that sly smirk on her face that was always so fun looking. I noticed how she squirmed a bit and thought about calling her on it when a better idea came to mind.

“I don’t believe you can really keep that toy up your butt for longer than a few minutes without touching yourself.”

“Can to,” she insisted before catching on to what I was saying. She smiled, picked up her toy and put it next to her while she worked off her jeans and panties. “This is sort of unfair because I’m already horny.”

“Good,” I said, squirming and resisting the urge to clutch at myself for the few moments it took her to put the toy in place. It didn’t take her long before she pulled up her panties and jeans as if nothing had changed. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” she said in a soft, excited voice that told me it felt very good. “Now we should go out and get some coffee or something.” Her eyes went wide at my suggestion because the coffee shop was just off campus and a couple blocks away from our dorm room. “Unless you don’t think you can.”

“Fuck you,” she said, standing and jamming some money into her pocket. I was right behind her and when we moved into the hallway I glanced behind us to make sure no one could see. I grabbed her ass, feeling the toy stuck between her cheeks. “Hey!” she cried out and giggled. I wondered if she could tell how much that was getting to me, too. When we got to the coffee shop, I was surprised with how much control she had. There was no way for anyone to know what was happening inside her jeans, but I did and I wasn’t going to make it easy on her. Even though we got our coffee to-go, I suggested we sit outside at one of the tables to drink it. She glared at me but nodded. “I’m so going to make you pay for this when we get back to room.”

“Tease,” I said and sipped my coffee as if I didn’t have a care in the world.

“Have you even met a guy you like since you’ve been here?” she asked and I told her about Eric. He wasn’t the only guy I had met since I got to college, just the most recent. I hadn’t turned into a full slut yet, but after my afternoon with Eric and his roommate, I knew I wanted to. In some ways, Zoey had come into my life at a good time to stop me from going dick crazy. I only told Lindsey about that night with Eric and how I did it to make sure I still like dick. “That’s just how I felt after the first time I was with one of my girlfriends!” she said and we laughed at the similar reactions.

We sat for a moment and before she could change the topic, I decided I needed to tell her the rest of the story about Eric. I told her about what I had done with Eric and his roommate, Terrance. Lindsey looked shocked and it made me think that was a story I shouldn’t have told, except I was really into this whole honesty kick and felt as if I needed to tell her.

“What’s next? Three guys?” she asked, pointing out how I did one guy after doing Zoey and two guys after doing both Zoey and Sam. That was pretty funny, actually. We finished our coffee and walked back to our dorm. Along the way she asked how serious we were about seducing Beth and I said I wasn’t sure. I asked if she wanted to help us do and she said she didn’t. I asked if she wanted to know about it and she said, “I guess we promised to tell each other everything, right?”

“So, what do you want to do when we get back to the room?” I asked and Lindsey smiled.

“Am I allowed to do anything?”

“Sure,” I said before catching the flicker of disappointment on her face. “As long you ask permission first.”

“When did you get to be such a bitch?” she asked, but the smile she was wearing glowed big enough to light all great outdoors. I thought about that smile as she worked the front door of our building and led the way to our room. Once inside the room, I used the bathroom, shutting the door to Beth and Zoey’s room without checking if they were home or not. Lindsey said she needed to pee, too.

“Go for it,” I said, standing just inside the bathroom door.

“You’re going to watch?”

“I’m going to make sure you don’t do anything else,” I said. She didn’t.

“What now?” she asked when we were back inside the room. I noticed she closed our bathroom door, a clear sign we wanted privacy. I thought that was a good idea because I was really horny. I thought about making her suffer. I thought about sitting down at my computer and trying to work on the paper I had due next week, but I knew I would be able to concentrate. Instead, I started getting undressed. Lindsey watched me with an envious look in her eyes. I knew she wanted to get naked, too, which was exactly why I didn’t let her do it. Even though I felt in control, it still felt funny getting naked in front of her. I picked up Kong from the refrigerator and sat on my bed facing her. “Can I help?” she asked.

“You already are,” I assured her as I play the tip of the fat, heavy toy between my legs. My nipples ached for attention and once I planted the toy inside my pussy, I moved my free hand to my chest. “I like how you seem to know when to pinch me harder,” I said, pinching and rolling one of my hard nipples. I saw her biting her lip. “You can sit, you know.” She nodded and sat on her bed with her hands between her knees as if she needed to clamp her knees around her hands to keep them from roaming her body.

I was playing things by ear and I no idea what I was doing. I’m not good at think up lies on the spot but I am good at picking up on subtle clues within the moment. Even when Zoey was telling Lindsey lies I think I knew why she was doing it and where she was going with it. Remembering how it went with Lindsey still gets to me even now because it was so hot and fresh and exciting. I wasn’t nervous as much as I was excited I didn’t have a reason to be nervous but I was getting curious, too. Something was going on here and I wanted to know what it was. I wanted more than to know what was going on, I wanted to understand it, too. I had gotten naked in front of Lindsey for because I was horny and I wanted to get off and there was something going inside me about being watched while I was doing sexy things. I think part of me wanted to test our arrangement, too. What I didn’t expect was the reaction I was getting from Lindsey, including the way she had practically volunteered to put her butt plug in place after I had suggested it. Something told me that Lindsey enjoyed being teased and told what to do and the stronger that sensation came to me the more I wanted to test it out. Seeing her staring at me with those hungry eyes, passion and need drawn on her face was as hot as performing in front of her. Words like “voyeur” and “exhibitionist” didn’t have a meaning for me back then but I felt their impact on a personal level.

I watched Lindsey squirming as she watched me and I could guess how much in need she was and that excited me. The more excited she got from watching me the more excited I got performing for her except I wasn’t performing, I was really doing it. I was hot, horny and in need. My pussy ached for satisfaction and I was determined to find it. Making love to Lindsey would have felt good except sometimes being a bit selfish and doing it yourself feels good, too. And that toy of hers, Kong, was just the ticket for my wet, needy pussy. Sliding that big toy in and out of my pussy felt so good. It filled me in ways that are difficult to describe because it was so big. I pulled on my hard nipples and felt my orgasm boiling up inside of me like a pot of water on the stove that is about to boil over. I wondered if I would even need to touch my clitoris. I felt as if I could orgasm from the toy and playing with nipples and nothing more until I reached a leveling off point that I think most women know all too well. Sometimes we get so excited and then reach a plateau that we can’t fall off of and we stay super excited and frustrated and need something more to push us over the edge even if we can’t figure out what that something more is. That’s where I was stuck, on that very edge of another orgasm that wouldn’t happen until something changed.

“Do it,” Lindsey coached as if she could read the frustration I felt and maybe she could. Lindsey was a very empathic individual and could read people better than anyone I knew. Sometimes I think she saw through the game Zoey and I had played with her though I never asked her. “Do it, Katie.”

I had to let go of my tits for two reasons. One, because I was making them hurt by twisting, pulling and pinching on them so hard. The other reason is because I needed something more I knew I had to touch my clit. My clitty felt swollen and on fire and it ached in a way that made me think of how a man’s penis can look sometimes right before they shoot off. I touched myself, caressing that sensitive little bud and that was all it took. I came with big sighs of relief that felt so good. My orgasm wasn’t quite as intense as when I was riding Lindsey’s face with that toy stuck up my butt, but it was close and I felt so good after I came. I don’t know about other women but I have a couple of different kinds of orgasms. Sometimes I have an orgasm and it just fires me up to see how many more I can have. Sometimes I have an orgasm that fills me on the first try and quenches the fire of lust inside me from a huge roar back to glowing embers. Those are good orgasms because I feel sated afterwards but I know the fire is still there if I want to go again. This orgasm was one of those, an orgasm that satisfied me without removing the idea that I’m a sexual being and I might want to have another orgasm again at some point. Best of all, it freed my mind from my body’s immediate need so I could consider Lindsey on a different level.

“I think you like watching,” I told her, carrying Kong to the sink and washing him off before putting him back on the refrigerator. Hadn’t that been my idea, too? Hadn’t I come up with the idea of displaying the toys for all to see? It felt that way and again I had the thought that Lindsey enjoyed being told what to do.

“You are so sexy,” she purred in that softer tone she used when she was really excited.

“Maybe you’re just saying that,” I suggested as I smiled at her.

“No, you are!” she insisted. “I think you’re a lot sexier than Zoey.” That was news to me. Like I said before, I always thought of myself as plain. I have good parts and I’m skinny and I have okay curves. I know I have great nipples because of how many times people have told me that. I think I can clean up pretty good when I want to really put the effort into it but when it comes to people like Zoey, I know guys will always notice her first and they should. Zoey was pint sized, bubbly, blonde and looked large chested even if she wasn’t that well endowed up there and only looked that way because of how small her frame was. I thought both Lindsey and Samantha looked prettier than me, too, in different ways that Zoey.

“Not I’m not,” I said instead of insisting I was plain like I usually do. “Why would you even say something like that?”

“Because you’re real,” Lindsey said with honest sincerity that a person can’t really fake. “You don’t have a fake all over tan and you don’t pretend to be a ginger when maybe you’re really a redhead and you don’t want to be. And you’re honest and that’s always better.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of Lindsey’s words because I had never had someone say those things to me before. I know Zoey thought I was exotic looking because I had an olive tone to my skin and dark, curly hair. I had other people tell me that I looked like a gypsy woman or something and I never knew if that was a compliment or not. I thought her impression of Zoey and Samantha were interesting, too.

“You’re really wet right now, aren’t you?” I asked. She nodded. “If anything in the world could happen right now, what would you want to have happen the most?”

“Whatever you want,” she said and I found that answer interesting. She could have said anything at all and it would have been okay. She could have wished for her boyfriend to walk through the front door or Zoey or Samantha. She could have said she wanted me to go down on her or that she wanted to have a turn with Kong or that she just wanted a chance to get off. She could have even said she wanted to eat my pussy or fuck my ass or anything at all. Instead, she had said what she said and I found that very, very interesting.

“What if I don’t want to do anything right now?” I asked and I picked up my panties as if that was the case.

“Okay,” she said.

“What if I told you I wanted you to sleep with that toy inside of you?”

“I’ve never done that before, but I can try,” she offered. That’s when it occurred to me that I had her under my spell. I didn’t feel worthy of having that kind of control over her but I’d be telling a lie if I said it didn’t intrigue me. I pulled on my panties and t-shirt before moving to stand in front of her. I caressed the side of her face and marveled as she looked up at me with such desperation. I ran my hand down her front and cupped her breast. The fire smoldering in her eyes felt wonderful. I pulled off her shirt and she allowed it like a rag doll. I undid her bra and she allowed it without comment or objection. I felt her breasts, teasing her nipples and studying them at the same time. Lindsey had wonderful breasts. Taking her hands in mine, I pulled her to her feet and finished undressing her. Not another word had passed between us and her silent willingness to submit to me was amazing. She had no idea what I planned on doing and yet choose to trust me.

With the gift of “anything” I choose to return to her the gift she had given me earlier. I turned her around so she faced her bed. I laid on the floor between her legs and told her to kneel. She did, instinctively understanding how I wanted her to be positioned. Earlier, I had rode her face and thrilled at the idea of what I was doing. I didn’t know if she would thrill at the sensation, but I didn’t care. I pulled on her hips, lowered her over my mouth and began eating her. As she had done to me, I cupped her pretty little ass and placed a thumb over the flange of the toy inside her ass. I wiggled the toy as I ate her pussy, allowing her to move however she needed to move for it to feel best. She accepted what I was doing and I felt her passion, her need and her excitement. Her pussy was wet and needful and I delighted in the sensation of feeling her riding my tongue. She gasped and soon cried out, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” The best part was how she lost herself and ground against my mouth and tongue with pleasure. I grabbed her hips, refused to allow her to move away and I didn’t stop until her I heard her repeating her orgasm chant.

I sit at my desk with my panties soaking wet. I’ve been thinking of Sandy all morning, as usual.

There is something about that woman that just drives me nuts. The way she smells, the way she tastes so sweet. I just can’t get enough. I ache to hear her moan. My pussy throbs thinking about her sexy body and oh so beautiful face. Man, I got it bad for her.

Maybe its the way she moves. Its those beautiful eyes that tell me she loves me every time she looks at me. Maybe its her years of experience before she met me, the cliche’, the older woman. No, that can’t be it. She’s only 5 years my senior. Although, the fact that she has been with others, yet chooses inexperienced me, is extraordinary. I still don’t understand. She’s the whole package. Beauty, brains, humor and flamin’ hot sexy all in a tight neat little package and she loves…me. She is my first, my last and my only.

I woke up that morning and rolled over to snuggle up with Sandy. She felt so fuckin good, like home. I breathed in her smell and swallowed hard. Time was short as usual. Sure enough, as expected, the alarm goes off. Ugh. I would be in heaven if I could stay here all day. However, duty calls…

I got up and headed for the bathroom. I took off my pajama pants and top, looking in the mirror. Granted, I’m not as hot as I was when I was 30 but 35 wasn’t too shabby. Time is a wastin’. Got to hit the shower.

I let the hot water cascade over my body. I love the heat of it. I close my eyes and imagine Sandy letting me have her again. She is so sweet. I grab the loofa to soap up still imagining kissing those beautiful lips of hers. I start with my neck and arms slowly moving to my breasts. I pay extra attention to them. As I wash, my nipples become erect. I pinch them and let out a tiny moan. Fuck I wish it were Sandy.

I slowly move the loofa down to wash myself. I touch myself and get turned on by how wet I am. I can’t help myself. I play with my clit, rubbing it slowly. I’m dying for her and it only fuels my desire. I drop the loofa and pinch my nipple, hard. It makes me shiver. That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. I lie down in the bottom of the shower with my legs up on the side of the tub. The water is hitting just right and I rub my clit furiously. I feel the pressure building. I close my eyes and picture her sliding her fingers in my wet pussy and playing with my g-spot. She feels so good inside me. At this point I’m feeling really nasty and desperate for that release. I stuff two fingers in my dripping wet pussy and continue to rub my clit. I’m so close. I continue rubbing my clit as I slam my fingers in and out. Here it comes…ooohhhh. I remind myself to be quiet as my pussy twitches with its final spasm from my orgasm.

I towel off. The pressure is relieved, for now but it doesn’t ever quench my desire for her. Nothing does. Its like a fire that can’t be put out.

Off to work I go to be spend my day dreaming of her.


I walk in the door and pour us a shot to try and relax. I cannot lie with her another night and not have her. Its just too much.

After dinner and chores are done, I snuggle up to her in our bed. I purr in her ear as I nibble her ear lobes. She moans. This gets me every time.

Sandy asks if I’m ready to turn off the lights. I agree and gladly bounce out of bed. I crawl back in to make spoons. She’s lying on her side with her butt pressed up against me. This is always a huge turn on for me as I love her ass.

I start by rubbing on her beautiful ass. The feel of her flesh lights a fire in me. I reach in the waistband of her pajama pants and touch that spot on her hip bone that I so love. While continuing to rub on her I whisper in her ear, “I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby girl”. She let’s out a soft moan. I growl.

I grab her by her shoulder and roll her onto her back. I kiss her roughly, sucking on her tongue. As I kiss her, I tug off her pajama bottoms. She moans with delight. Oh I’ve got her now.

I sit her up and lift her shirt up over her head and immediately take to sucking on those beautiful nipples of hers. I bite, she gasps. I feel the flood of wetness in my thong. She is so sexy. I can’t wait any longer. I have to taste her.

I kiss my way down her amazing body and finally bury my face in her pussy shoving my tounge as far inside her as I can. She loves this, it drives her wild. At this point my pussy is throbbing and I’m shaking with anticipation. I’m sucking her clit and slamming my fingers in and out of her. She says “oh yeah baby, oh yeah, right there, fuck me, fuck me!”. She cums like a flood and I lap it right up. She tastes so good. My sweet girl.

I’m not done with her yet. This is just the beginning. I play with her, licking her softly, enjoying the taste of her, her heat. She moans again. She’s ready to go again. She lifts her ass up to shove herself into my face. I slip one, then two fingers inside her. She feels like silk and so tight. I slowly fuck her with my fingers as I lick her. She is loving it. She arches her back which makes me go after her with a gusto. I ache to please this woman. I want to send her over the edge. I want her to want me to fuck her. I want to make her scream.

I need to push her thrill farther. I grab the backs of her legs, shove them up in the air and force my tounge inside her. She is panting now and so wet. I stick one of my fingers in her mouth and she sucks on it. Its nice and wet. I touch that beautiful ass of hers ever so slightly. She quivers. I lick her ass. She moans with excitement. Oh Lord she tastes good. I continue licking her ass as I rub her clit.

I slowly slip a finger in her ass. She grunts louder. Not just any grunt, oh no. Its animalistic. I know how good this feels as she has done it to me. I slowly fuck her ass and flick her clit with my tounge. I want her to cum. I speed up until she’s out of control with desire. I can feel it building within her. Just knowing the pleasure she’s feeling, combined with her movements is almost enough to make me cum. I’m in a frenzy to bring her in, to make her scream. Then, just as I’m cuming she howls and cries out my name. Oh my sweet…what you do to me!

I crawl back up to put my head on her chest. My safe place, my head on her heart. Lost without her I would surely be.

Note: Sorry because of my grammar! English is not my native language, so please be understanding because of the faults! Thanks!


There wasn’t too much people in the gym. It was Saturday morning, so the most of the people were in their bed yet, to rest after the huge parties of Friday.

But I wasn’t one of them. Although I never lost a good party, and there were times, when I danced till dawn in one of the party places of the city, and then I went home with the first bus in the morning with pain in my legs because of the high hills.

But after these kind of nights I didn’t like to sleep so much. I don’t know why, but I used to get up all days when the sun appeared on the horizon. It was no matter, when I arrived home in the previous night. Of course it was an other story, when I could lay in my bed with a muscular body in the first lights of the Sun. In this case, I could lay there till noon, and during that, I explored the beautiful body with my hands again and again.

But at the time of this story, I hadn’t got anyone, so I couldn’t have any excuse to stay in bed.

Because of the thought, I have to go to the gym, it seemed to be a better idea to pull the blanket to my head, despite of the previous things, to hide myself from the sunshine.

But the world “have to” is not the best in this situation. It wasn’t required, but, despite of the fact, how much I hated it, sometimes I felt, in the earliest opportunity I must to go to train myself. But when the opportunity came, I was too weak for it.

In the first end of balance between the worlds “to go” and “not to go” there was the fact, during the train I could just thinking about that, when will be the end of the time that I set for myself and when could I finish it. And because of this, the time was felt to be stopped and the pain in my muscles was even bigger and bigger. That was the last thing, when I arrived home and I couldn’t move my body without the hell of pain.

But on the other hand of the balance there were the beauty and the health, which were always very important to me. I wasn’t fat. What’s more, almost everyone said that, I have got perfect body. At my work most of the times the guys turned their head after me… And, of course, sometimes some girls looked at my body too. I never had got any problem with lesbians, but I couldn’t imagine myself to have sex with another girl. Despite of that it was a good feeling, when I felt the look of a woman on my body.

In these situations I imagined, what day see. There was a medium high, athletic physique girl there with long legs, shoulder length blonde hair. She was 21 and she always smiled. That was me. And when I imagined that picture in the point of view of the other people, I was very proud of myself.

But I obsessively afraid to loose my beautiful outlook, so I forced myself to eat healthy food and to train, at the price of that too, sometimes it would be better to eat hamburger. And in each time when I arrived home with hell of pain in my body, I swore to myself, I won’t do it again.

But now I was happy, because, despite of these receiving, I was there in the gym. I was happy yet, and I didn’t care what will be later.

I put my iPod to my ears, pushed the button “Play”, listened my favorite music and sat to the end of the gym in front of the mirror to the leg amplifier machine.

I forced myself not to look to the clock. I didn’t calculate, how many times had I pushed my thighs open to lift the weights up. I just concentrated to the music and stared myself on the mirror. I thought just that, what other people see when they stare at me. My black leggings stretched to my legs as the perfect continuing of my thigh tank top that showed perfectly my body. As I stared myself on the mirror, I thought that, next time at my work admirers will see the same view. And when I thought that, it made me strong to continue and not to think about the pain.

Suddenly another girl sat down to the other machine in front of me. I looked to her just from the corner of my eye. I didn’t deal with her so much. She was around same old as I, perhaps some years younger than me. Her long blonde hair was in a long ponytail and her body was slim. She wore stretch running shorts with branded trainers and pink tank top. It took only a minute for her to find a comfortable seat on the machine and start to train. I didn’t deal with her any more, just listened the music in my ears and stared myself on the mirror.

Just some minutes later I got to feel her look on my skin. I shivered and despite of the fact, my skin was full of sweat till that time, I began to shake.

I didn’t want her to notice it. In the first time I decided to hide that, I noticed her. Maybe it wasn’t me whom she was staring. Maybe there is somebody more interesting behind me, a cute guy, or something.

But this was just fantasy. I knew just I could be the one whom she is staring at. When I sat down to my machine, there were just a couple in their forties on the stationary bike in front of us in the corner, a guy in his late twenties on the treadmill next to the wall and a woman in her thirties with the weights in the gym.

Obviously the couple wasn’t whom she interested in. I didn’t think so it could be the woman in her thirties. And the guy was behind her, so he couldn’t be the one too. And there could be nobody who came after me. I had to notice everybody. So it was sure, there is nobody behind me. The only one whom she could stare was I.

She wasn’t intrusive. She didn’t stare me indecently. She just looked at me rigidly and persistently. Somebody else could thought that she is just seeing the nothing and didn’t see anything in front of me, just concentrate to the music in her ears.

But I felt on my skin, she was staring at me. Everybody feel if somebody is staring her. It was such as two warm spot on me burning my skin.

For a long time I tried to ignore her, but then I couldn’t do anything else just look to her eyes. My heart suddenly hit a huge. I just noticed she is gorgeous.

I was right. She should be one or two years younger than me, but her face was like a little girl’s, but, despite of that, very very attractive. She was look alike as a graduate at high school, who goes to gym in Saturday after the huge parties too, to dazzle the guys in her class with her perfect muscular body and prepare herself for the first year in the university. She could get very much compliment with this body and maybe some invitation to the rooms of the guys of the college.

Her full lips melted slowly to her white skin on her face, which was crowned by her turquoise eyes, which shined as diamonds. Two diamonds which reflected the shine of Sun directly to my eyes.

I felt, maybe it took too long time to stare her, but I couldn’t break the contact between our eyes. I didn’t care what is on the mirror. I didn’t stare myself on it, but in that turquoise eyes staring me. I heard the music in my ears but I didn’t listen. My moves become completely automatic.

I don’t know, how much tome was it. It was seconds? Maybe they were minutes? Or it was hours? We just stared each other. I saw her stretch tank top to lift through the move of her hard nipples. My look went under her clothes, under her skin, and I saw her muscles waving and stretching. I never felt anything like that. I knew, my panties is completely wet, but this information list somewhere in my brain before I could notice it.

Her look ran through my body and stopped between my thighs. She was staring the suture there that, after every move when I opened my thighs, let to se my pulsating pussy.

I was staring the area between her stretch thighs too in every time when she opened her legs and her shorts stretched to it. I imagined, we aren’t in the gym, but in a hotel room. I’m standing in front of the king sized bed and she is laying on the blanket completely naked and she is opening her thighs seductively to show her pulsating pussylips.

I shivered because of the fantasy. In other circumstances I would turn my head away and force myself to imagine something else, or immediately stand up to leave, but right here right now I couldn’t let her look away and I forgot everything.

Finally, my brain locked out the pain in vain, I started to feel my painful muscles.

I couldn’t continue it. My skin was already completely wet because of my sweat. Subconsciously I used it as an excuse to stand up and cover my face with my towel before I left the gym and went to the dressing room.

I stopped in the door for a minute to look back to see her following me with her shining eyes.

After I broke the contact of our eyes by closing the door, I tried to forget her. I pulled my iPod out of my ear, but continued to sing my favorite songs quietly. During that, I deleted my sweet of my skin, opened my locker, took of my clothes and screwed the towel around my body before I went to the shower.

The warm water cleaned my brain completely as it caressed my body. My brain was completely empty and I just stood there and lifted my face to the direction of the shower head, closed my eyes and enjoyed the water on my skin and hair.

I didn’t imagine anything just enjoyed the moment, and when I noticed the pain in my muscles, I knew I’m alive.

Suddenly somebody stepped next to me to the neighboring shower. She was that. I didn’t look to her, but I knew it immediately. I knew, she is here because of me. Now I think it was a bit self-sufficient idea, but that time it was obvious. She waited some minutes to find the minute when it isn’t striking to leave, but she could catch me under the shower. That moment this was the most obvious thing in the whole universe.

She took her towel off and stood under the shower. At least I could see her whole body. She had got taut stomach, shapely round buttocks, medium sized but seductive breasts and short fluffy hair on her groin. Her long blonde hair fell down as a cascade through the middle of her back and stacked to her skin. For a moment I was breathless. I knew, it’s too striking as I stared her and I knew, despite of the fact, she didn’t show any obvious sign, she enjoys it too.

For a moment she just stood there under the shower and let the warm water to caress her whole body, and then she caught her shower gel. As the foamy material covered her body, she become maybe more seductive in my point of view. She caressed her skin lightly with her hands and I imagined that, I do it with her.

Maybe she spent a little more time with her breasts as its necessary. She caressed them, rubbed and stuffed them. But it wasn’t so striking, as what she done later. She caressed her taut stomach and pushed her hand to her foamy groin.

For the first time it seemed to be just to wash her sweat off her muscular thighs, but later, as the time passed, her moves become even intense. Her mouth opened lightly, her eyes closed and as I saw her stunned face, it was obvious, what is she doing.

She masturbated. Right there under the shower as I stared her. And I knew, she do it because I’m there. She is doing it for me.

My heart wanted to jump out my chest. I heard its hits in my ears as the drum from the iPod. I was surprised, how she don’t hear it.

Suddenly my hand started to move too. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the water caressing my face. My fingers went to my pussy and my touch caused and a quite moan for me.

I saw only her with my closed eyes. She looked at me, smiled and lifted her hand to touch my groin.

Maybe not much as a minute later I noticed her to step next to me. She kissed my shoulder and neck. I felt her body pulsating behind me.

Her small hand touched my stomach and burnt my skin as slowly moved down. I let her to push her hand between my thighs, and when her fingers went to the place of mines, I felt, I will have an orgasm immediately.

My hand started an own life and touched the wet skin of her stomach. For a moment I become shy, but then she touched my wrist and pushed it between her thighs.

For a moment I just played with a short hair on her groin and caressed her pulsating pussylips. The prize for it was many warm kiss. It was like electricity run through my body from my neck.

I couldn’t bear it. I turned back to look to her eyes, but her lips, which caressed my shoulder and neck before, now found my mouth.

My body shivered. I lost in the touch of her soft lips as they danced with mines. When she hugged me, her wet hair fell to my shoulder, and her breasts pushed to mines. Her index finger went deep inside my pussy. Because of that, my index finger started to move too and went inside her wetness.

Her body shivered. Her mouth opened and suddenly her tongue entered my mouth and caressed mine.

We kissed passionately. We hugged each other and our hands worked between each others thighs during the other explored the others body. We caressed each others back, griped each others buttocks and touched each others hair.

She moved down and caressed my right thigh, then lifted my leg, pushed to her waist and pushed my body to the wall. Because of that her index finger went more deep to my body and one more finger joined too.

I pushed up my mouth not to scream because of the enjoyment, and she let me to enjoy this situation. She started to kiss my cross bone.

She pressed her groin to my thigh, so I had to move my hand away from her pussy and I used both hands of mines to hug her and caress her back, pull my nails through her spine and grip her buttocks.

My index finger entered to her anus. Her body shivered and her lips twitched for a moment and her body pressed to mine. I felt, she enjoy it.

Her juice flew through my leg and as she moved her fingers inside me I felt, the orgasm is coming.

I didn’t care, who hear us, I screamed loudly because of the enjoyment. She took this as encouragement. Pulled her fingers out of my pussy, gave a pack to my mouth and moved down.

She spent a little time on my breasts, sucking my hard nipples, than moved towards through my stomach, till se knelt in front of me and pushed her face between my thighs.

I pulled my finger out of her ass and now I gripped her wet hair and I drove her face to push her tongue deeper and deeper inside my. It took just some minutes and I had an orgasm again.

I felt, my body collapse immediately, but I couldn’t finish without give a response for this pleasure. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to kiss her. I pressed her to the wall and kissed her whole body.

I ate her breasts. I couldn’t imagine it before, who good it be to grab and kiss these soft hills.

When I entered her pussy with my tongue, she let a loud scream out and her body was explored by the orgasm that was possibly from long time expected. But I didn’t let her go. Guys always said that, I do blowjob as a goddess, and now I wanted to prove for the first time, I can lick a girl at least as well.

Her body shook and twitched as I worked on her pulsating pussy, but I knew she didn’t let it to stop till after ten minutes of hard work she come again.

I stood up and kissed her again. Her salty juice covered my mouth and now I pushed it to her mouth. She enjoyed the taste so much, her little tongue licked all of the juice out of my mouth.

For a moment I just hugged her and kissed her. But when my brain become clear again and I opened my eyes, I was alone again in the shower.

It was just a dream? Maybe it was just a fantasy that she came to catch me. No. This experience was so intensive; it couldn’t be just a dream. As I touched my lips, I still felt the salty taste.

I showered quickly and completely naked ran to the dressing room, but she already wasn’t there.

From that time I go to the gym more often. I was there in that moment, Saturday morning, in every week, but from that time in weekdays too minimum one time before the beginning or after the end of the school day, but I never met her again.

I tried to get to know more about her, but I couldn’t find out even her name. So after a time I hade to give it up to search her, and I could just hope that, one time I see her again. I hope, I will se once that girl again, who caused me that heavenly pleasure.

Till that I will look at the women with completely other way. Before that if a girl stared at me, I noticed it as a compliment for my outlook and just went away. Some minutes later I forgot the whole story. But now I stare the owner of the searching looks too and give a prize of a smile or a wink for them. They typically blush because of that, to sign that, it could be a hot hour the end of the story in the depot or in the ladies room. But this is another story.

I’m grateful today too to that blonde girl from the gym too and I pray to meet to her again and found out, it really wasn’t a dream.

Chloe cursed as she hit yet another red light. For a brief moment, she thought about speeding through it, but the cop she spotted in the left lane put an end to that idea. Getting a ticket and being late would only make things worse. Trying to ease her anxious nerves, she took several deep breaths. It worked, but only until the light turned green again.

She managed to not get stopped by the next three lights. The cop had turned off onto another street, and she sped up. She might be able to make it on time if she didn’t hit any more red lights.

As she turned onto the street, she let out a sight of relief. She had made it. She grinned as she eyed the clock in her dashboard, and with two minutes to spare. Quickly, she keyed in the code for the gate and when she had enough room, sped past it and up the driveway.

She slammed her car door a little too hard as she exited, adjusting her dress and she walked up the path. The pale blue dress fit her like a second skin, and it had a tendency to ride up on her. Her heels made it difficult to move very quickly, but she hurried up the front steps and rang the bell.

Her arms straight at her sides, she stared down at her feet, trying to ease her erratic breathing. Her French-tipped toes were visible in her peep-toed pumps. There was something about having her nails done that made her feel confident, sophisticated, and sexy. She tried to remember her confidence as she heard footsteps approaching on the other side of the door. As it opened she took a deep breath and held it.

“You’re late,” a voice said softly.

Chloe went to her knees. “Please, forgive me, Mistress. I did not leave early enough.”

Light fingers touched her under her chin, and she looked up to meet the blazing green eyes of her Mistress. She swallowed hard at the displeasure she saw there. This was the second time she had been late; she was going to be punished.

As if reading her thoughts, her Mistress smiled. “Come, Chloe,” she held out her hand. “I’ve missed you this week.”

Glad to be reunited with her Mistress, despite her inevitable punishment, Chloe felt herself dampen. She took her Mistress’ hand and rose to her feet. Her heels clacked loudly on the hardwood floor as she followed her through the house to their playroom.

Once inside, Mistress Anne shut the door loudly. “This is the second time you’ve been late, Chloe. You will be punished this time.”

“But mistress Anne,” Chloe interjected, unable to help herself, “I was only a minute late!”

Like lightening, Anne’s palm cracked across her ass. Chloe let out a startled gasp, which earned her another spank. She was bare beneath her dress, Mistress’ orders, and the thin material absorbed nothing. There was slight tinged warmth on either cheek of her ass. Already, she craved more. This week apart had been pure torture; worse than any punishment her Mistress could inflict upon her.

“You were late. The time by which does not matter.”

With a yank, Anne pulled Chloe to her and took a breast in each hand. She squeezed roughly, and both women moaned. Chloe’s breasts were incredibly sensitive.

“Get undressed,” Anne hissed in her ear.

Quickly, Chloe pulled off her dress and stepped out of her heels. Eyes cast downward, she waited for Anne’s next command.

Anne took her hand and led her to the corner of the room. Knowing what her Mistress wanted, Chloe held her arms in front of her.

“Good girl,” Anne whispered encouragingly as she bound her wrists together.

After tugging on the bindings to ensure they were secure, Anne kicked Chloe’s feet apart and knelt in front of her. Attaching a cuff to each ankle, she extended the bar to its full length of three feet. Chloe’s pussy glistened wetly in front of her face and she gave it a quick smack with her fingers.

Chloe’s body jolted, but Anne could tell she enjoyed it. If this weren’t a punishment, she would smack Chloe’s pussy until she came. Later, if her sub behaved herself, she would, but right now the girl needed to be punished.

Grabbing Chloe’s hands she raised them and secured them to the bar that hung overhead. With her previous subs, she hadn’t been able to do this, but Chloe’s gymnast training made it possible. It drove her mad to be suspended from the ceiling.

Pulling the remote out of her back pocket, she pressed a button and Chloe’s body began to rise. Once she was dangling in the air unable to touch the ground, Anne quickly shed her clothes and grabbed her favorite crop from the shelf on the wall. She could smell her own pussy juices; she was drenched from the anticipation of what was about to happen.

She and Chloe had been together for six months. They’d met at a D/s mixer at the BDSM club in town. Anne had seen the coffee-colored tresses swishing softly along the small of Chloe’s back and she’d known instantly that she was going to be her new sub. She hadn’t had a steady submissive in more than two years, but one look at Chloe and she knew.

“You know how I feel about being punctual,” she said softly, lightly tapping the crop on her naked thigh as she circled Chloe. “And you argued with me, both have earned you a punishment. You’ll be getting twenty marks with the crop.”

Chloe moaned and her eyes flashed with hunger.

“You will count down from twenty and that is the only sound I want to hear from you. Each extra sound earns you two more blows. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” Anne praised just before she landed the crop on Chloe’s ass. The mark immediately turned a pale pink. There was nothing better than seeing her sub glow from a fresh punishment.

“Twenty,” Chloe ground out, fighting the urge to moan.

Methodically, Anne worked Chloe over. Her girl didn’t slip once, and she knew it was hard fro her. Teasing her further, she landed the last two blows directly on Chloe’s exposed clit.

“Zero,” Chloe cried out, her voice laced with passion. Anne saw the need burning in her eyes, recognizing the mirrored image of her own need.

Anne lowered her gently to the floor and caught her before she crumbled. She gripped a breast tightly in one hand, tweaking Chloe’s engorged nipple hard, just the way she knew her sub liked it. Reaching between her legs she found Chloe soaked. She pinched her clit hard between her fingernails, drawing a gasp from Chloe’s parted lips.

“Oh please, Mistress,” Chloe groaned. She was so close to cumming.

“Please, what?” Anne demanded, doubling her efforts.

“Please let me cum. Please, Mistress, please.” Tears of frustration leaked from Chloe’s brown eyes.

Roughly, Anne shoved two fingers up Chloe’s dripping pussy. “Cum, my little slut. Cum now.”

Chloe came, screaming. Anne tightened her grip on her as Chloe threatened to bring them both to the floor. Slowly, Anne lowered them both to the hardwood. She continued to finger-fuck her until Chloe was moaning loudly, her cum drenching Anne’s fingers.

“No, no, no,” Chloe groaned, her hips wildly thrusting.

“Now, Chloe. Cum now,” she ordered, adding a third finger, shoving them in and out harder, wanting to make Chloe scream again. Leaning forward, she took one of Chloe’s nipples in her mouth, biting hard. Chloe’s scream was deafening as she came again.

A little while later, Anne pulled Chloe to her feet and led her to the bed. Chloe sprawled across the massive silk-covered mattress and sighed with contentment. Anne let the other woman snuggle into her, Chloe’s tongue idly flicking across one of her nipples

“Thank you for forgiving me, Mistress,” Chloe murmured between licks.

“I’ll always forgive you, baby girl,” Anne pushed tenderly on Chloe’s head.

Her sub took the hint and took Anne’s nipple into her mouth and sucked eagerly, nipping with her teeth. She moaned. Chloe always responded so readily to her commands. She loved this girl. She tugged on her hair and dragged Chloe’s mouth up to hers. Their lips in a wet, sloppy kiss.

Before she lost herself, Anne pushed Chloe away. “Lie on your stomach,” she ordered.

Sliding off the bed, Anne rose and went to the closet. Inside held all of their toys. The day after they had first hooked up, she had taken all of Chloe’s toys and put them in the playroom. Pulling open one of the drawers, she removed one of the larger butt plugs, the mouth harness, the biggest dildo, and the lube. Chloe had gotten off, and now it was her turn.

Chloe smiled as she noticed the toys in Anne’s arms. She loved fucking her mistress. Anne tasted to good; she was addicted to her taste.

“I’ve had to get myself off all week. You owe me.”

Chloe nodded and held her ass cheeks apart. Anne loved to stuff her ass while Chloe fucked her Mistress. She flinched as she felt the cool lube drizzle over her rosebud.

A finger slipped into her ass, and then another. Anne fucked her ruthlessly with her fingers, and yanked them out quickly, leaving her feeling empty. The tip of plug quickly replaced Anne’s fingers, filling the void again. She loved having her ass fucked. She always squirted when she had her ass fucked. It drove Anne mad when she lost control that way.

Anne pushed, slipping the plug past the tight ring of Chloe’s sphincter. She hadn’t used a plug this big on her before, but she had plans for her sub’s ass tonight. With a twist, she slid it all the way in. Chloe let out a moan.

“On your knees.”

Chloe rose to her knees, her back arched, just the way Anne liked her to be. She tightened her muscles around the plug, intent on keeping all that length deep in her ass. She felt a west gush from her pussy and bit her lip to silence another moan.

Carefully, Anne hooked the dildo onto the harness and slid the band around Chloe’s head, cinching it tightly. Her sweet sub looked strange with a big, jet-black dildo protruding from where her mouth should be, but her chocolate eyes said she was ready and eager to please her Mistress. Anne felt a rush of moisture between her thighs, and she licked her lips, aching to get fucked.

Anne sat on top of the headboard, her thighs spread wide, her bare pussy open and sopping wet. Reaching forward, she grabbed Chloe’s hair and yanked her across the slick sheets. The dildo head brushed her pussy, sending tingles down her spine.

“You’re going to fuck me good. Fast and hard, no stopping.”

Chloe nodded and angled her head so that the large dildo slid between her pussy lips and deep into her juicy cunt. Obediently, she started fucking her hard and fast, but not nearly hard enough. Anne tightened her grip of Chloe’s head, pulling her hair tightly. “I said hard, bitch.”

Chloe began to move faster, driving the dildo deeper into Anne’s cunt. Anne moaned loudly as Chloe hit her g-spot. She could hear her own pussy squishing with each thrust. She was going to squirt this time, she could feel it, and Chloe was going to swallow every bit of it. Chloe began to lose speed again, and this time she didn’t allow it to happen. She pulled Chloe’s face into her pussy until she felt the base of the harness. The dildo was eight inches long and five inches around. It was her favorite one to get fucked with.

Roughly, she pulled back on Chloe’s head and then jerked her forward again. After the fourth hard thrust she finally came, her juices soaking the dildo.

She unhooked the strap and pulled the dong from her cunt with a squishing pop. “Open,” she barked before she shoved the ebony dong into Chloe’s mouth. The woman gagged, but swallowed the pussy-coated dildo like she’d been taught.

“Suck it clean.” Anne ordered as she fucked Chloe’s mouth.

Chloe’s lips and tongue lapped at the dildo with gusto. Anne’s cum was all over it and she moaned at the taste. Anne jerked the appendage out of her mouth and before she could breathe she found herself buried in her Mistress’ pussy.

“Lick it,” she ordered.

Chloe stuck her tongue as far up Anne’s snatch as she could. Furiously she tongue-fucked her, biting at her clit and eating all her juices. Anne slid forward and Chloe immediately went for her ass. She loved to eat her Mistress’ asshole.

“Does it taste good, pet?”

Chloe nodded, her mouth never leaving Anne’s back door. She tightened her tongue and pushed it as high as she could into Anne’s asshole.

“Get ready, slut. I’m going to gush on your face.”

Chloe pulled back and opened her mouth, her tongue sticking out. She could still touch Anne’s twat, but now she was waiting to catch every drop she could. Anne’s fingers went to her clit and flicked furiously.

“Here it comes,” she moaned as she started to cum. She squirted all over Chloe’s face, covering the girl. Chloe licked her lips, wanting to taste it all.

Exhausted, Anne slid down from her perch and curled into Chloe. Her girl had pleased her so much; she deserved a treat.

“Is that plug still in your ass, baby?” Anne asked a short time later.

“Yes, Mistress,” Chloe answered.

“Take it out.”

“Mistress, no, please. Don’t make me,” Chloe begged.

“Chloe,” Anne said warningly. “Take it out. Now.”

Chloe whimpered, but reluctantly pulled the plug out of her asshole. Cool air rushed in, and her skin broke out in goosebumps.

“I thought of a fun game for us to play while you were away, baby.” Anne said, running her fingers through Chloe’s hair.

“Really? I love your games.”

“I know you do,” she kissed Chloe’s head. “It’ll be intense.”

“I like intense.” Chloe smiled.

Anne drew her up for a lingering kiss. She sucked Chloe’s tongue deep into her own mouth. They kissed for several long moments before she eased back, breathing hard.

“Want to play?”

Chloe nodded eagerly. “Always, Mistress.”

Anne eased her lover onto her back with another kiss. Slowly, she kissed her way down Chloe’s throat and latched onto a dusky pink nipple. She tugged on the tip and debated on using nipple clamps during their play. Chloe groaned in frustration as Anne moved down her torso, dragging her tongue along wetly. With a moan of her own she clamped onto Chloe’s clit. She lapped at her sopping cunt, savoring the taste of her lover.

“Oh baby, this is going to be so good.”

“Just do it already,” Chloe moaned.

Anne laughed inwardly. Her baby was going to love this game.

With practiced movements, she trussed Chloe up so that her ass and pussy were open and exposed, and she couldn’t move.

Walking to the toy closet, she pulled on her favorite harness, the one that had a dildo for her, too.

“Hold tight, baby. I have to go get something.”

Anne went to the kitchen; the dildo inside her sending pleasurable ripples through her. She got what she needed and returned to the playroom. She knelt on the bed between Chloe’s splayed legs, “I hope you’re ready for this, baby. It’s gonna get cold.”

Chloe whimpered, but didn’t say anything.

Anne reached out and grabbed a single cube. Gently, she pushed into Chloe’s ass. Her sub jerked as much as her bindings would allow and groaned.

“Oh, my,” she said breathlessly as Anne pushed another ice cube into her ass.

“Like that baby?” Anne crooned.

Chloe nodded. “Oh, yes,” she hissed.

Anne flexed her hips and drove her secret weapon, a dildo made of ice, deep into her lover. It had taken her all week to make an acceptable toy. She’d tried one out on herself before Chloe came home just to make sure she didn’t harm her girl.

“Ohmygod,” Chloe said in a rush.

Anne started to thrust driving the ice dick in hard and steady. She groped two more, slipping them into Chloe’s ass. Chloe screamed in abandon as she felt the two large pieces enter her hot backdoor. Anne wasn’t done with her yet, though, and shoved the butt plug back into her lover’s welcoming ass.


“No. Not until I say so,” she commanded, savoring the joy of tormenting poor Chloe.

Chloe could feel the dildo growing smaller inside her, her heat melting the ice rapidly. The cubes in her ass were long gone, and the wonderful tingling sensation was starting to fade. It was as if Anne knew her time was almost at an end, and she started thrusting harder.

“Please, oh God, please.”

Anne twisted the plug in her ass, and she couldn’t help it, she came. “Now baby,” her Mistress encouraged on a moan of her own.

Anne gave two more thrusts and collapsed against Chloe’s trussed up form, weak from her own orgasm.

“Wow,” they whispered in unison.

“Can we do that again?” Chloe begged as Anne untied her.

“Maybe,” she replied, tossing the plug and the harness onto the side table. “If you’re a really good girl, I’ll think about it.”

“Okay,” Chloe snuggled into her Mistress’ arms. “I missed you while I was away.”

Running her fingers through the cocoa-colored tresses, she whispered, “I missed you too, baby. I ran out of ways to cum, I was so horny.”

“How come you got to cum and I didn’t?”

“I’m the Domme, you’re the sub, that’s why.”

Chloe pouted. “I wish we could spend more time together. I hate sleeping alone.”

“If you moved in you would never have to sleep alone.”

Chloe’s head came off Anne’s breasts so quickly they almost cracked skulls. Her brown eyes were blazing with excitement. “You mean it? Really?”

Anne smiled tenderly. “Of course, baby.”

Their lips met in a long kiss. Anne couldn’t remember why she hadn’t asked her beloved sub to move in with her before now. Once Chloe moved in, there would be an endless supply of sexual escapades.

She smiled devilishly as Chloe laid her head back on her breasts. Oh yes, she had big, big plans…

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