Lesbian Christmas

all started as a silly joke, along with my girlfriend Jennifer I had been invited to a Hen weekend for a friend from work. Someone in the group decided to organise surprise gifts, everyone was to buy something suitably smutty and sexual to be presented to the bride to be during the evening.

My Girlfriend Jen informed me of a new sex store that had just opened in the next town, and we decided to go and explore, so on Thursday evening when they stayed open late, we drove over to gift shop.

It turned out to be a very modern store, large, clean and bright, well lit with ample displays that showed everything a person could need. Everything from lingerie and toys to accessories and clubwear.

We thoroughly perused the aisles before choosing a remote-controlled love egg and a sheer open crotch body stocking. Just the items for an enjoyable honeymoon we felt. At the cash desk the cashier, remarkably fresh-faced and busty informed us that if we spent another Five pounds, we could be entered into their Christmas prize draw. The 1st prize being a bumper hamper of goodies from the store.

Bex as her name tag proclaimed suggested a bottle of peppermint nipple drops to round our bill up.

“I love these,” she giggled with a very naughty smile. You just start to tingle and get so sensitive, they taste good too!”

I paid for the shopping while Jen filled out our entry form, which asked for gender, sizes, and other pertinent details.

In our case two thirty-something lesbians, slim, with 34b and 36d boobs respectively along with contact details and marketing preferences and a whole lot more.

ooOOoo

Several weeks passed, and life went on and to be honest I clean forgot about our entry.

Then one Saturday morning there was a buzz at our apartment door and much to my surprise there was Bex, smiling broadly and baring a large cardboard carton all gift wrapped in Christmas paper.

“Hi guys,” she gave that naughty giggle again, “You’ve won the Christmas draw,”

Jen had joined me at the door, we were both in shorty silk kimonos, “Please come in,” she said to Bex, stepping back to make room.

Bex stepped in and offered me the box which I accepted before realising that the movement had allowed my wrap to part and my pussy was now on show. I hastily turned away but not before Bex’s eyes had registered my flash and she released another giggle.

Depositing the box on a side table, I pulled my belt tight and turned back to see Bex loosen her coat to reveal a very short red skirt and lowcut top with black oversize net stockings and knee boots.

“It’s the store’s Christmas uniform,” she offered by way of explanation.

I thanked her for dropping our prize off and offered her coffee, but she declined saying that she had to get back before the store got busy.

“There’s a whole variety of goodies in there I really threw in everything I could,” she moved toward the door before adding, “If you want any help with anything just give me a call.” She smiled seductively and blew air kisses at us before taking her leave.

Jen and I looked at each other across the table, the large gift-wrapped carton sitting between us. It really was a large box, we both giggled a wave of silly school girl excitement washing over us.

Jen stepped forward and embraced me, her hands slipping beneath the silk of my gown her warm, soft hands stroking my buttocks as her lips locked with mine, “What say we unwrap this baby.” Her warm breath caressed my ear as she whispered.

Removing my hand from her warm moist mound, I stepped back and moved toward the carton. Quickly we had the gift wrap off, and in doing so realised that Bex was deceptively strong, this was a heavy box to lift.

We took turns to pull an item from the box, the silliness and giggling varying with the naughtiness of the item,

“Edible candy thong,” Jen proclaimed “These have got to be fun,” my lover of several years had a passion for eating me out.

“Nipple clamps and furry handcuffs,” I countered, I could feel myself colour as I said it

“You’ve always had a yearning for discipline,” laughed Jen

It took a while but eventually, the carton was empty, and we had a huge pile of naughty goodies on the table. Lingerie, lubes, vibes, dildos, blindfolds, a couple of floggers, butt plugs, and beads and by no means least a sex harness and an extendable pole for dancing.

“We’re going to fuck ourselves silly,” Jen’s voice had deepened the way it does when she’s super horny.

“It’s a good job we’re such horny bitches,” I replied noting the flush of colour across my darling’s chest, another sure sign that she ready to fuck.

Shedding my robe, I moved toward her and pushed her back against the table, my tongue found her mouth and forced its way inside.

We stood there wrapped in each other’s arms the only sounds our groans of arousal as our tongues dueled.

Jen’s juices were running down her bare thigh, and I slipped my own leg between hers pressing my thigh against her wet mound, feeling her lips part under the pressure.

Grasping her hips, I lifted her onto the table, she lay back and shuffled her ass, aligning her sex with the edge of the table.

The sight before me was stunning, my beautiful Jen spread-eagled on our kitchen table her sex red and swollen, slick with her desires and needs surrounded by a mountain of sex toys, Oh Mamma!

Jen was massaging her breasts, her long ruby tipped nails gripping and teasing her swollen buds.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her slick thighs, sucking in her copious juice and savouring her familiar tangy flavour.

I trailed my tongue along her sex, firmly enough to part her lips but not enough to enter her and was very careful not to touch her clit. I knew without looking that it was swollen and out of its hood.

“Make me cum, I love you, I want to cum for you.” Jen was bucking her hips in need, her thighs as wide apart as she could get them.

I slipped my tongue into her sex, and her legs sprang together clamping around my head, a Venus trap, my goddess of love and sex seizing me for her pleasure.

I pumped my tongue into her sex while my hands cradled her ass

My mouth was filling with her juice, she was in full flood. I withdrew my tongue and locked my lips around her clit.

Pressure from my tongue as I sucked hard was all it took, her orgasm ripped through her body as she shuddered and screamed her pleasure, arching up from the table to balance on her shoulders.

ooOOoo

Two days later I was on patrol when I get a text message from Jen. She was between cases and had a few days off.

I waited until my partner was out of the car speaking to an errant motorist and sneaked a peek at my phone. It’s was a selfie. Jen was in our bedroom, naked except for a pair of my old patrol boots and a tool belt. Her long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was offering a large hammer to the camera with a very suggestive smile on her face, the picture was captioned “Just doing some fixing.”

There was an immediate response in my panties, a warm, moist front moved in, and I had to fight the urge to touch myself. I forced myself out of the car to join my partner at the roadside. The air was frigid with the impending arrival of a snowstorm, and that tempered my ardour.

ooOOoo

I arrived home to find a local contractors van outside our apartment block, and as I approached our door, two burly chaps pass me lugging heavy tool boxes.

Jen was in the doorway, yoga pants, and a tee, the chill wind having an incredible effect on her nipples “Hi Hun,” she stepped forward to hug and kiss me

“Were those chaps just here?” I asked.

“Yes, they were just installing the fixings for our new hanging chair,” she giggled.

“But we don’t have a hanging chair, or do we?” I paused to kick off my sneakers, and I can see printouts of wicker hanging chair on our table.

“No, we don’t, but I could hardly tell them that I wanted to hang a sex swing from our bedroom ceiling could I?” she giggled, but I could still see how hard her nipples were through her snug tee.

Jen went on to explain that she had phoned Bex to seek her advice on how best to hang the swing and then arranged for the contractors to come and install some mounts.

Entering our bedroom, I could see a couple of chrome D rings were now attached to the ceiling by our windows, its where we had the most floor space, and usually it’s our workout and yoga spot.

Pulling off the sweats I’d travelled home in I turned and headed into the en-suite. “You’re really into our raffle prize,” I called back over my shoulder as the hot water started to flow.

“It’s kind of opened a whole new horizon for me,” Jen offered from the doorway.” You know I had a very straight childhood with my Dad being a vicar and everything,”

I paused from running the warm soapy puff between my thighs and turned to look at the love of my life.

Jen had slipped out of her yoga pants and tee, her perky slightly upturned 34b’s with large dark areolas captivated my eyes as she stepped into the shower enclosure.

As I reached for her something firm nudged my thigh, looking down I saw a giant red dildo bobbing from her pussy,

“It’s a strapless strap-on,” she answered my unasked question, “I’ve been practising with it.”

Her fingers found my sex, and she slipped them into me forcing me to gasp at the familiar sensations as she spread my lips and thumbed my clit. My insides turned to liquid. I’d been horny all shift, ever since I opened her text message.

I was backed up against the shower wall, Jen working my aching nubs with one hand while the other brought my pussy to the boil, her long fingers probing my depths as she stretched and stroked my special spots.

I was gasping and could feel the first stirrings of my impending orgasm when Jen broke off and turned me to face the wall, “Adopt the position, spread em,” she ordered.

I was bent slightly forward, and Jen nudged my feet further apart, she laughed about the need to search me as she ran her hands over my aching breasts and between my ass cheeks, tweaking and stroking my soapy body.

“I love you,” she said. As I heard my favourite phrase in the whole world, I felt a pressure on my pussy and oh fuck she was filling me with that dildo. It was longer and thicker than anything we normally used, and it was stretching my sex, filling me to my limits.

The room was full of steam and hot water cascaded down my back. I was up against the wall my face to the side my breasts squashed against the slick tile.

Jen’s hands gripped my hips as she started to thrust, driving the dildo deep inside of me. Every thrust was harder than the last, this was a rough fuck from my beautiful, loving partner.

I was being forced up onto my toes as she built up speed, I could hear my voice urging her on as my orgasm built, her replies were a language her father would never have recognised and would undoubtedly have earnt her a sore behind.

I could sense she was close to cumming and I was on the brink when she paused and almost withdrew her toy from my pussy.

OUCH! Jen had landed a hard slap on my ass cheek, and the wet skin stung, then she drove into me again, and I felt the tip of the toy deep inside of me.

Jen screamed her release, and I let go too. I moaned and cried and let my orgasm rip me apart. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body like hot lava.

I can’t remember her withdrawing from me, I just remember the two of us sitting on the floor, hot water raining down and hugging and kissing and feeling like the luckiest people in the world.

ooOOoo

Two weeks until Christmas day, just fourteen more nights of sleep, our apartment was now decorated with a tree, lights, and garlands of festive pine cones. There was a seasonal theme to the drinks cabinet. I just love snowballs with mulled wine. It was warm and toasty with a hint of fresh pine in the air, and if we looked out the window, we could see the deserted streets dusted with the first real snow of the year.

Jen was reading the instructions for the sex swing, she had been fascinated with it since we unpacked the hamper.

“I just don’t get where all these straps go,” she complained for the fourth or fifth time.

I looked across at her, taking in her long smooth legs, her taught lean body encased in a red silk teddy that emphasised her large full breasts. She ran her hands through her hair leaving it even more messed up than it had been, it’s a habit of hers when she’s trying to problem solve, one that I just love to watch.

Reaching across I grabbed a foot and started to pepper her long pink-tipped toes with light little kisses, running my tongue between each of them getting a slight taste of mandarin bath soak.

Lifting her leg higher I stroked her calf as I worked a thumb into the arch of her foot.

It only took a few minutes of this for her to lose interest in figuring out the swing and relax back against the couch.

I kissed my way up her legs and let my tongue linger on her slit as she slipped her teddy off of her shoulders and started to massage her breasts. As she stretched and pinched each nub to its fullest, I took it in my mouth and flicked it with my tongue, sucking as much of her into my mouth as I could.

If ever a woman’s nipples were hardwired to her slit it’s my Jen, after just a few minutes of my ministrations I could smell her arousal, and she was moaning and whimpering for more.

Opening her eyes, she ran her hands through my hair before pointing to the bedroom, “In the spare drawer are the rest of our hamper goodies, why not fetch that silver vibrator.”

I quickly returned with the toy and ran it between her swollen lips, soon it was coated in thick girl honey, and my darling was moaning for more. I planned to give her more, more than she was expecting.

Choosing a higher speed with a pulse mode, I slipped the vibe between her lips again,

“Fuck Yes!” Jen shouted really rather loudly, and I giggled in anticipation of what was coming next.

Tilting the head downward I slowly pushed the bulbous silver tube inside my lover, fascinated to see her lips part and accept the thick foreign body as inch after inch of it slipped in.

Eventually, all nine inches were inside her, it was as thick as a cucumber, and my darling was soaking, trickles of cum running out of her pussy and sliding down toward her star.

Every time I withdrew the vibe strings of her cum would cling to it as she shuddered and moaned her pleasure. I could see she was in a place of her own now, her body alive with sensations that no words can describe.

Scooping up some of her cum I slicked up the string of anal beads that I had kept out of her sight.

There were just six beads of increasing sizes on a semi-rigid stick. Continuing to work the vibe in and out I waited for the next buck of her hips, and as she came back down, I popped the smallest bead into her anus.

Jen yelped but was lost in her world of pleasure, it took a few minutes but eventually, I had all three of the smaller beads inside her much to her pleasure.

I needed more distraction for the next three, and so I added my mouth to the mix, tonguing and sucking her pussy, stretching and pressing her lips and clit as the vibe throbbed away. It drove her wild, she turned the air blue as she begged for a cum and with every bounce of her ass I applied increased pressure popping another two beads inside her rear passage.

Thinking that maybe five would be enough this time around I discarded the vibe and moved to finish my darling with my mouth. I love the taste of her cum.

As I let my tongue scoop up a load of thick, tangy cum from her lips, Jen lifted her hips and drove her ass down, engulfing the largest sixth bead with a scream and urging me to make her cum.

And so, I did, I sucked her clit and as much of her slick swollen lips into my mouth as I could and tongued like a madwoman. Jen got hit by a massive orgasm, she screamed, she swore, and she bucked like a wild thing, my mouth filled with her cum and just when she could take no more I tugged on the plastic ring and pulled those beads out.

I thought I might have killed her, she reared up, her foot catching me upside the head and knocking me sideways, her moans and screams hitting a new peak before she collapsed back on the bed.

Taking my darling in my arms, I stroked her hair and held her close as she regained her composure and little things like the ability to breathe and speak.

“I don’t know what the fuck you did girl, but I want that again and soon,” she gasped.

ooOOoo

Christmas week and the snow was still on the ground, the weather cold and crisp with clear bright skies in the day that became dark and ominous of an evening with the promise of yet more snow to come.

Jen called me from her office and said that she had invited a few friends for drinks on the evening before Christmas Eve “I’ve invited Cheryl and Debs of course,” these were our neighbours and close friends “And Bex plus one other, after all, she was very generous with the hamper,”

I confirmed that it was fine with me, we were close with Cheryl and Debs, turns out it was Debs that told Jen about the sex shop and Jen had chatted quite a lot with Bex since we had met, even returning to the store for additional items.

OoOOoo

It was seven forty-five, and we were waiting for our guests. We had a mix of Michael Buble and Diana Krall’s Christmas albums playing. The apartment was toasty warm and laced with the aroma of Yankee candles. We had wines chilling and nibbles laid out, everything looked perfect including ourselves.

Jen was in spike heels with sheer black stockings, short tartan skirt, and a sheer black satin blouse. I could see her unfettered breasts moving inside it. I was wearing spikes too, but I had gone for red lacey stockings, a black mini skirt and a sheer red silk blouse that showed hints of my perky braless nipples.

A knock at the door heralded the arrival of Cheryl and Debs, both were tall and blonde with stunning figures. They worked in hospitality and travelled frequently. They had dressed in matching outfits and were taking no prisoners, both wore Perspex stripper heels with red net body stockings over gauzy red bras while shiny metallic green sarongs wrapped their waists for modesty.

As we hugged and kissed in welcome the intercom beeped to announce our other guests. I buzzed them up and shortly after there was a knock at the door followed by a slightly giggly and off-key rendition of “Oh come all ye faithful.”

Opening the door, I found Bex and a tall redhead bundled up in heavy overcoats with a dusting of snow on their shoulders.

“Come on in guys, Merry Christmas,” I kissed Bex on either cheek as she stepped forward before turning to her friend

“Hi, I’m Opal,” she offered as she slipped an arm around me into a light embrace.

“Oh, its cold outside, give me your coats and Jen will fix you a drink,”

Both women fumbled buttons with cold fingers before parting their coats and slipping them off to reveal matching red and black outfits. This time it was black patent thigh boots with red silk teddies and black bow ties.

“Hope our outfits meet with your approval, Debs said you like it naughty,” offered Bex

“Your outfits are just fine, but I didn’t realise you and Debs knew each other,” Jen chimed in as she offered the red wine bottle for approval.

“Debs and Cheryl are regular customers,” Opal giggled and moved to hug each of them in greeting.

“Ah, your hands are freezing, mind what you touch,” Cheryl shrieked in response

“So that explains why they recommended your store.” Jen handed over their wine and waved to the couches before sitting herself.

I have to say that we gelled as a group instantly, Bex and Opal had the same sexy risqué humour and outlook on life that we did and as the drinks flowed the evening flew along.

Bex was telling us about a fuller figured customer who had caught his equipment in a zip while trying on a studded leather codpiece when Cheryl lost it completely, spluttering on her drink and splashing some onto her top.

“I’ll grab some Bounty roll,” I offered as I leaped to my feet,

“No need, its cool,” Debs waved me back down before reaching over to pull down Cheryl’s neckline, the stretchy red net allowing her lover’s breast to pop free.

Several swipes of her tongue and the wine was gone leaving a very erect nipple in its wake.

Cheryl turned to lock lips and kiss back hard “Thanks, love.”

Opal started to cheer and clap, Bex quickly joined in followed by Jen and myself and with that the course of the evening took a new turn.

I pulled Jen toward me and slipped a hand up her skirt seeking those warm moist folds atop her thighs while kissing her long and hard. Bex moved to straddle Opal and in doing so revealed her red silk thong that was clearly damp spotted on the front.

Debs and Cheryl were cuddled up, locking lips and letting their hands wander under their sarongs causing me to figure that Bex and Opal were probably the only people in the room wearing panties if those slithers of silk could qualify as such.

For the next ten minutes, Michael waxed lyrical about frightful weather and popping corn while six horny women got into the true meaning of goodwill and season’s greetings.

Eventually, we all released each other and reached for our drinks before Opal asked how we had got on with our raffle prize.

“It’s wonderful,” Jen paused from tasting her finger to respond, “But I can’t figure out all the straps on the swing.”

“And I’ve yet to try out the nipple clamps and flogger,” I chimed in

“Well I’m sure between the four of us we can help you out,” giggled Bex as she fluttered her eyelashes at Cheryl and Debs in a comically exaggerated fashion.

“Oh Yes!” our neighbours and best friends chorused back

And with that, we refreshed our drinks and adjourned to the bedroom.

ooOOoo

Jen and I have a large king size bed, and Cheryl, Debs and myself hopped up on to it while Jen took the padded footstall, and Bex and Opal stood eying up the mounts “These are definitely fixed into a beam?” queried Bex

“Oh yes, I used the contractors you recommended,” affirmed Jen looking flushed and more than a little excited.

Opal had picked up the harness from the floor and had another fit of giggles. “Duh, you’ve connected the straps back to front, no wonder you can’t hang it.”

Just a couple of minutes work saw all of Jen’s frustrations solved, the harness correctly assembled and hung from the ceiling mounts.

Cheryl stood on the bed and moved one of our ceiling spots until its beam highlighted the swing.

“Ta-Da!” she laughed and dropped back to her knees.

Bex turned to Jen, “Well girl best you get over here and try it out.”

“Just lose the skirt and blouse,” added Opal.

Jen stood and unbuttoned her blouse, the sheer material parting to reveal her full firm breasts.

I could see how erect her nipples had become and how flushed her upper chest was.

Next, she shimmied out of the skirt. Fuck she was magnificent, tall in her heels and stockings. Her breasts full and firm her mound smooth and pale against her otherwise tanned skin.

Opal took one hand, Bex the other and with practiced ease, she was quickly laying face up, fully supported by the web of leather straps, just swinging in mid-air.

“And there you have her, yours to do with as you want,” announced Bex as if she were part of an infomercial.

“Just one pull on this strap will open her up,” added Opal as Jen’s legs were elevated and parted to fully expose her swollen glistening pussy.

“May we have a volunteer from the audience,” Bex said, this tag team presentation was not a first for them.

I stood and stepped forward, sitting on the footstall offered by Opal.

“Please note how madam is now at just the right height to eat pussy.”

I tugged a strap and Jen’s sex was floating right in front of my face, I could smell her arousal and see her juice as it seeped between her ass cheeks.

I ran my tongue along her sex, and she groaned aloud as she hung there.

I licked again and nipped at her swollen clit, she screamed in response.

“OH, FUCK YES!” Debs called from the bed, she had loosened her sarong, and her hand was between her thighs.

I ran my tongue through Jen’s wet slit again but with more pressure, feeling my darling quiver with desire.

I looked back at the bed, Debs and Cheryl were locked in an embrace, they had lost their green wraps, and I could see that they were finger fucking each other.

“Ready to learn more?” Opal and Bex were on either side of me now clad in just thongs and thigh boots.

Opal leaned forward jiggling her breasts allowing the spotlight to bounce off the chain between them.

“I remember putting a chain or two in your package,” she whispered into my ear as she cupped her breasts and rubbed them against my face.

I flicked my tongue around her nipple, feeling the hard metal clamp, the softness of her breast, the warmth of her skin. My stomach flipped, and I just nodded and pointed to the drawer containing our prize.

As Opal turned to the drawer, I heard Jen whimper behind me. Bex had lowered Jen’s head and straddled her face, now as she swung she brushed against a very wet silk thong.

Opal tossed a couple of packages to Bex, “Best make Jen comfortable,” she giggled

I watched fascinated as Bex opened a black silk blindfold and carefully tied it around my lover’s head, she then gathered Jen’s long dark hair and top-knotted it, “We don’t want it getting caught in the straps,” she explained.

Packet two was a bright pink butterfly vibe. Bex took a few moments to fasten it to Jen. I watched as she tightened the straps forcing it tight against Jens slick lips. Jen bereft of sight twitched and groaned in anticipation of what was to come.

Opal took my hands and pulled me to my feet before slipping the fastener and dropping my skirt to the floor, “Sweet cunt Libby, sweet cunt,” she cupped my wet mound, looking me straight in the eye as she said it.

Bex reached around me popping my buttons and pulling my blouse from my shoulders, now I stood naked but for my red lacey stockings and heels.

Bex cupped my breasts and started to lift and stretch them, lightly drawing her nails along the undersides. I groaned aloud at the increasing pleasure she was giving me. I have very sensitive breasts and nipples and love having them played with. Somehow, they seemed to sense this.

Opal took to tonguing and sucking my buds until they were dark and engorged, throbbing with pleasure to the point of pain “That should do it,” she sighed and stepped back to admire her handy-work.

I held my breath, and my belly flipped as Opel approached me again with a silver chain. Quickly she offered it up to my right breast, still held firmly by Bex and clamped my nipple. Oh, fuck did that blow my mind, such intense sensations shot through my entire breast, and I screamed.

Before I realised it, there was another wave of pain, and my other nipple was clamped too.

I stood there my knees weak, my pussy leaking down my thighs and my nipples throbbing.

“Libby, are you alright, Hun,” Jen’s voice came from behind me.

“She’s just fine Jen, here relax,” Bex thumbed a pink remote and the butterfly buzzed into life.

Jen started to twitch gently in her swing, small guttural moans escaping her throat,

“I’m fine Hun,” I reassured her as a cool numbness enveloped my aching nubs.

I looked back toward the bed, the black satin comforter was now pushed to one end while Debs and Cheryl fucked each other. Their blonde hair and red net body stockings were bright against the black silk sheets. Legs entwined they were rubbing their pale waxed mounds against each other for all they were worth, each girl groaning and moaning with pleasure. As I watched I caught a glimpse of purple and realised they were using the double dildo. Oh fuck, the thought that each of these writhing beauties had a good seven inches of purple rubber stretching her cunt was almost enough for me to cum on the spot.

“Urgh,” I yelped as Opal gently tugged on the chain stretched between my aching nubs.

Bex was seated on the stool, now completely naked and her thighs were parted wide. Opal led me toward her. Each tug of the chain sent fire through my nipples and waves of desire through my sopping slit.

As I knelt before Bex, I saw Opal return to Jen who was still suspended in the swing. The butterfly’s constant buzz blended with her moans of pleasure as she swung beside us.

She removed Jen’s blindfold and lowered her to the floor. My beautiful girl was a complete mess, her hair had broken free of the top knot, her entire upper body was flushed red and glinting of sweat while rivers of cum flowed from beneath the butterfly.

“Oh, where are my manners,” Opal laughed and picked up an open champagne bottle, she dribbled a little over Jen’s lips and into her mouth, “Better?” she enquired before necking a mouthful herself

Turning to the bed, she allowed the cold bubbly fluid to trickle into Cheryl and Debs gasping mouths as they paused their fuck.

Bex took her turn, tilting her face upward and allowing the frothy stream to fill her mouth before it overflowed her full red lips and down her strong chin. Opal kept the bottle tilted, and I watched as the stream descended Bex’s neck to coat her breasts.

Clearly pleased with her handiwork Opal turned to me. I took several long draws from the bottle before she moved it to her lover’s slit and I watched as the golden bubbles coated her pussy lips and blended with her cum.

I needed to further bidding, I dropped my head and lapped at the sweet mess. I kept my tongue flat and spread her swollen lips before using its tip to open her up.

Bex gasped her pleasure as her hands found and gripped my hair as I continued my ministrations. My tongue was alive as I lapped at her core, the mix of tangy girl cum and sweetish champagne was divine.

Deeper I drove my tongue, curling it to reach her core as she bucked against my face, I moved further down and allowed my tongue to flick along her seam until I reached her star.

“Fuck, Yes Libby,” she urged me on tugging my hair and forcing herself against my face. I licked firmer and faster, now I had the raw, earthy taste of her star on my tongue as I entered her rear.

Bex released her grip on my head and stood from the stool, just long enough to sink down and lay back on the floor. I now had free access to all of her.

I licked and tongued her pussy as I fingered her ass, she was close to cumming, her moans turning to screams were louder, her hips bucking harder and her juices gushing. My mouth was full of cum, my face, my hair, my breasts coated with cum.

I intensified my onslaught on Bex’s pussy, I could feel it tensing against my tongue as I lapped her up. Just as she clung to the edge I nipped her clit, I had felt it swollen and rigid against my tongue, so I grazed it with my teeth before lightly biting down, just enough to let her know I was there but it did the trick.

Bex spasmed and screamed as she sprayed my face with her cum. Her heels drummed against the floor before she gradually drew still. The spotlights highlighted the heavy sheen of sweat that coated her body as she lay there shaking.

I grabbed a stray dildo and plunged it deep into my aching pussy, one, two, three deep thrusts, and I was ready to cum. Meanwhile, Bex had gathered herself, and on my final thrust, she released my nipples from the clamps.

Waves of pain and pleasure overwhelmed my body as sensation returned to my nipples. I can’t describe my orgasm it was so intense. I saw nothing but bright white light.

Eventually, I sat up and looked about the bedroom, Bex and Opal were now entwined in a long lingering embrace, Cheryl and Debs were cuddled up on the bed, and my darling Jen, naked and cum smeared was gently stroking my hair and peppering my neck with light little kisses.

The room had fallen silent and looking toward the window, I watched large heavy flakes of snow as the music started again, “We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year,”

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The Tales Of Lisa

It all started because I opened my big mouth, actually. And by the time everything had reached an end, I found myself simply amazed at just how far some people will go in order to encounter new experiences.
I’d just been hired by the new high school as a science teacher. Fresh out of college three months before, I spent the summer at my parent’s beach house, not doing much and making sure my beer intake, as well as the number of hours I laid in the sun were proportional. By the middle of August when I was supposed to report to East High School, my skin was a deep bronze color, my hair was a shade lighter, and I was ready to begin a career I knew would allow me to make a contribution to my nation. I’d already served four years in the USMC with two years of that time spent fighting in Lebanon. I was ready for a peaceful job, something that did not involve anyonue shooting at me. I was twenty-two years old and ready to take on the world.
The first two weeks of school hectic and time consuming. Every hour was with professional development classes, organizing our classrooms, and meeting with the academic teams we were assigned to. I was assigned to the Thoroughbred Team and as the junior member, it was my job to ensure each team meeting was stocked with donuts, pastries, coffee, and juice. I didn’t mind, really, because I just wanted to become a viable member of the team and to do my part and to contribute. I immediately liked everyone on the team and knew that the coming school year would be rewarding and educational toward my development as an effective teacher.
Mr. Sterns, taught History and was the team leader. He was nearing retirement, and at age sixty-three, I was sure he’d earned it. He treated me like an equal immediately and I grew to respect him in no time at all. Then there was Mrs. Woods, our literature teacher, who, like Mr. Sterns, was also nearing retirement. She reminded me of my grandmother: she had a full head of grey hair and continually kept us up to date on her seven grandchildren. Mr. Edwards taught math while also spending his afternoons as the assistant football coach. He was a big, burly kind of man who wore a close-to-his skull haircut that reminded me of the United States Marines. He enjoyed joking around at team meetings until Mrs. Woods reminded him that “We don’t have all day, Coach Edwards.” Just around the corner from my classroom sat the language lab where Miss Rodriguez taught Spanish. Unlike Mr. Sterns or Mrs. Woods, Miss Rodriguez was fairly new to teaching, this being only her third year. She was tall, dark-skinned, and had eyes that reminded me of two dark pools of oil: They were almost black in color, to match the thick rug of hair that covered her ead. Coach Edwards caught me staring at Miss Rodlriguez at one team meeting when she arrived wearing the shorts of shorts and a halter top that did nothing to prevent anyone who wanted to – that meant myself and the coach, at least – from seeing her huge nipples. “Don’t even think about getting next to that, Brad,” Coach Edwards said to me when we took a break from the meeting. “She lives with her wife.” Oh, okay, I said to myself: She’s a lesbian. I can accept that. Before the school year ended, Miss Rodriguez and I became good friends, and I often asked her questions about effective teaching and classroom management.
And then there was Mrs. Lisa Stinson, the Thoroughbred’s career management teacher. Our school district possessed a progressive state of mind and we believed that in addition to the basic core classes each student needed to be successful, they also needed guidance on how to use what we taught them toward choosing and pursuing a career. It was one thing, we believed, to know math, literature, history, and science, but it was another to use all that education to answer your reams. So far, more than ninety percent of our students had gone to a four year college, and of those that did, more than seventy-five percent had graduated. Even those students who chose not to enroll in a traditional four year college had gone on to trade school, and had become successful plumbers, electricians, nurses, and policemen.
And it was Mrs. Stinson’s job to prepare them for the future.

Let me describe Mrs. Stinson to you. By the time she introduced herself to me on my first day at the school, she’d been teaching for fifteen years. That doesn’t mean she was in her mid-thirties: no, Lisa had spent several years in the world of finance as a bank manager before one day deciding to obtain her college degree with an emphasis in education. She quit her job and graduated from the university in three years, not with a Bachelor’s degree, but, rather with a Masters degree in Education. She was that smart, and that driven to succeed. And if you think Lisa Stinson looked the part of a middle-aged teacher, I’m afraid you’d be wrong. She stood almost five feet 10 inches tall, and while she wasn’t overweight, she didn’t possess the body of a model, either. Her ass was semi-wide, and I learned quickly that it was easy to tell when Lisa chose to wear panties, a thong, or nothing to cover her ass because of the tight skirts and shorts she wore in the first days of school when there were no students in the building. She always wore at least three inch high heels or sandals, and her toes were always painted a bright, fiery red shade. “They resemble the heat inside me, Brad,” Lisa said to me one day when she caught me staring at her feet. Wiggling her foot, she remarked, “and you know what people say about a women’s toe color and a man’s shoe size!” While her comment was purely sexually based, I discovered that Lisa and I shared something: the joy of laughing at ourselves. By the time I joined the Thoroughbreds, Lisa Stinson was fifty years old. And, to be honest, she looked her age. Teaching school will do that to you: just ak any teacher. Two features stood out on Lisa that drove me crazy from the first day I met her. The first thing that caught my attention was her auburn-colored hair. It was a unique color that hung past her shoulders and framed her face quite well. But below that, there was the set of beautiful 36C tits that she continually had on display. I mean, I know it was still summer time and the temperatures were warm: but everyday Lisa came to school, she displayed more cleavage than you might see in an adult film. To make matters worse, she’d lean over my desk to ask me a question or come to my room to deliver supplies and there they’d be, her tits that all but jumped from the inside of her blouse. Whenever she walked, the thin high heels caused her tits to jiggle under her blouse, the huge melons waving back and forth, and up and down as if she had two live animals under her shirt. And because the air conditioning was turned so low, each prominent nipple announced its presence, driving myself and any other male who was interested – or who couldn’t keep their eyes off Lisa’s tits – an excellent view of two of the nicest tits I found myself near on a daily basis. Even when school began two weeks later, Lisa continued to wear low-cut, cleavage-revealing blouses that certainly delighted the high school-aged boys who attended Lisa’s Careers Class.

As time passed, however, Lisa and I became closer friends. I learned that her husband was a successful businessman who owned a series of hardware stores. And let me tell you: more than once over morning coffee, Lisa described to me in almost intricate detail the hot, wild sex she and her husband had the night before. “Oh, Brad, Steve does amazing things with that tongue of his,” she might say to open a conversation. Or, she might inform me that “Steve loves the fact that I never wear pantyhose: Nothing but lace top stockings for me!” It was when Lisa issued that last comment that I noticed she was wearing dark stockings: looking further, I saw the tell-tale evidence of the lower edges of the lace stocking top. Lisa caught me staring at her and rather than admonish me, simply laid her hand on my thigh and said, “If only you news, baby: if only you knew.” I had no idea what she was talking about.
By mid-October, Mrs. Lisa Stinson and I were the best of friends. We enjoyed each other’s company but we also had developed the habit of playing practical jokes on each other as well as daring the other to perform some act that often crossed the line of propriety and good manners. More than once, at the end of the day, I arrived at my car parked in the faculty parking to find a condom stretched over the car antennae. In response, she’d find a pair of men’s underwear draped over the head of her overhead projector. I enjoyed these jokes, and because neither Lisa and I believed we exceeded the limits, we still made sure to understand that there was a cutoff point in the event one of us felt the other might have gone too far. One Friday morning, Lisa found a copy of “Lesbian Nights” magazine in her school mailbox. I’d placed it in the small mail slot with just enough of the title showing that allowed anyone else collecting their mail to see what was in Lisa’s box. Shortly after homeroom when our students were at an assembly, Lisa stormed into my room with the magazine rolled in her hand and chased me around the perimeter of the room, slapping me with the rolled-up tube, but laughing as she did so. It wasn’t until Lisa had me trapped in the corner and was beating me like a bad dog that she finally stopped the assault. I offered her a cup of coffee from the small percolator behind my desk, handing the steaming cup to her as she sat in the leather chair located beside my desk.
Now, as I said, Lisa’s manner of dress caused certain nerve endings in my body to go on overload. This morning, she’d chosen to wear a clinging red dress, one that did show her small paunch, but one which also clung so tightly to her tits that I was able to see the bra size tag when she turned her back to me. And yes, the nipples were also there, protruding from under her tight dress like two fleshy thimbles. As usual, black seamed stockings covered her legs, her feet encased in four-inch, stiletto-heeled patent leather pumps. “That was some trick you played, Brad,” Lisa said, referring to the magazine I’d placed in her mail box. When she asked where I’d purchased the publication, I found I was hesitant to tell her that I’d found it at an adult bookstore located on my route home. “You’re kidding!” she squealed, leaning toward me now, the change in her body position causing the already low opening of her dress to sag further and the long line of cleavage dissecting her tits to become even more visible. Either Lisa had no idea I could see well into her dress – her tits were covered, partially, by a black lace bra – or that I was doing my best not to get caught searching for the elusive nipples I’d not yet had the pleasure of seeing. “You must take me there!” Lisa said, placing her long-fingered hand on my left thigh. “I’ve always wanted to go to one of those places, but never had the nerve,” she said, leaning forward even more now and displaying an added degree of cleavage. Two brown eyes bored into me, and I knew there was no way I could say no. When I asked about her husband and how he might feel about us entering an adult bookstore together, Lisa quickly stated, “Oh, hell, he won’t care. He’ll just be getting drunk at the corner bar. He won’t even miss me.” Again, I sat silently, asking myself what it was I’d gotten myself into. I mean, it was one thing to enter one of those stores by myself, spending perhaps a half hour looking at the various movie titles of magazines. But it was another to go there with a friend, especially a female friend.
Lisa immediately sensed my hesitation. Even when she stated she could never enter an adult bookstore alone, I still hesitated, primarily for two reasons. First, there was fact she was married and how would her husband view her going to a store full of videos showing people fucking, or toys designed to be jammed up an ass or into a cunt? When I asked Lisa what her husband would think when or if he discovered she’d gone to the bookstore with me, a single man, Lisa’s response surprised me. “So what if he knows? It’s not like he doesn’t have his own little secrets.” Okay, that’s interesting, I said to myself. But then there was the second reason: What if someone saw us? I mean, we were teachers and were supposed to always present a socially acceptable image. “Brad, come on,” Lisa said, her hand once more on my thigh. “If anyone we knows sees us, they can’t say anything because then we can tell everyone we saw them there as well.” Lisa had a point, but I guess it was my hesitation that caused her to bring her last weapon to the fight. Leaning back now, Lisa crossed her leg, the sensuous sound of the silk stocking reaching my ear.

“Come on, Lisa,” I said. “What would Steve think if he knew I took you there?” I was surprised when Lisa responded that Steve didn’t have to know. Her remark that Steve had his secrets and she had hers was quite informative. For the next few moments, Lisa and I went back and forth on this, me not believing how much effort my friend was putting into convincing me to escort her to an adult bookstore. But I was standing my ground, uncertain what the right thing was to do. Finally, Lisa stood and looked down at me. In my mind, I’d won the argument. How little I knew.
“Well, then, Brad, if you don’t have the guts to take me, I’ll find someone else who will.” I stood as well, my blood beginning to boil: I’d been to combat, twice, and I certainly did not need anyone to challenge me over such a simple task. Lisa and I stood toe to toe, each intent on winning this argument. Of course, she had the upper hand on me because I’d been to the store before and had no qualms about going there.
I informed Lisa that we’d go that very evening, instructing her to meet me at the Main Sail Tavern, a small bar located not too far from the adult bookstore. “You got it, mister,” Lisa said, a hint of mischief in her eyes. I spent the remainder of the day asking myself what I’d gotten into, and how I might handle matters once I stood beside Lisa looking at video covers showing women – and men – sucking cock, taking dicks in their pussies, up the ass, and so on. But there was one aspect of the adult bookstore I forgot to think of, something that came back to influence the entire evening. But more on that later.
I heard Lisa enter the bar before I saw her. Just as I was finishing my second whisky, I heard the tap-tap-tap sound of her stiletto heels as she made her way across the tiled floor. Maybe it was because I’d skipped dinner and had the two whiskies in my system that caused me to do a double-take when I saw Lisa. I mean, like I said, she was no young beauty queen, and she was well past the age of the women I dated. But as I watched Lisa make her way across the bar to where I sat, I suddenly felt something beyond friendship: I mean, she’d taken me under wing and mentored me as a young teacher, but we weren’t in school right now. We were in a bar and here came Lisa, again dressed in red. A short skirt barely covered her wide ass, and just as barely covered her legs, stretching no more than five or six inches below her ass cheeks. Black seamed stockings covered her legs, and her weight was supported by five inch stiletto heels. But more than the short skirt, stockings, and heels that I had difficulty keeping my eyes from, it was the jacket that covered her upper torso that I also found it almost impossible to divert my attention from. Lisa’s jacket remained open, revealing a light red colored and deep plunging pullover underneath. The long , deep line of cleavage I’d become so familiar with once more sprang into view, more so each time Lisa shifted her body from side to side. As she swiveled her body on the bar stool, I caught an occasional glimpse of stocking top. For whatever reason, my friend Lisa had come dressed for this special event. And I have to admit that my cock began to stir, fluttering wildly under my loose-fitting trousers. As Lisa slid up onto the bar stool behind me, before I could greet her, she raised her right index finger, and said, simply, “shut up.” Her next move was to order a double whisky, which she drained in one swift gulp before ordering another strong drink. Yet, again, another glass made its way to her lips, her third strong drink in less than five minutes.
“Wow, Lisa, are you okay?” I asked. She turned to me and informed me that she’d had a rough parent-teacher conference after school that had left her quite angry. She assured me, however, that she as feeling much better now, a statement I believed when I took into account the number of quick drinks she’d had in the short timespan she’d been in the bar. Finally, Lisa turned to me and asked when we were going to the adult bookstore. I led her outside to my car to begin the short, ten minute journey to a place I still had trouble believing Lisa had never been. Along the way, Lisa’s skirt rode up her leg and by the time we were halfway to the bookstore, her dress had risen to the point where I had a clear view of the lace stocking top. The material seemed stretched across her upper thigh, almost to the point of tearing. But instead, the silk remained in place. It was while we waited for a light to change that Lisa caught me staring wide-eyed at her stocking-covered legs. I asked if she was going to pull her skirt down, but all she did was simply to laugh loudly.
“Shit, Brad!” she said, her voice still wracked with laughter. “We’re going to a place where they have books showing people fucking and you’re concerned about a little stocking top?” Before I could respond, Lisa placed both hands just under the hem of her dress and hiked the red-tinted material upward until both stocking tops were visible. In fact, she’d lifted the dress so high, I was able to see at least three inches of bare thigh just above the lace tops. In my mind, I knew two things: One, Lisa was probably intoxicated from the three quick drinks she’s had and that was causing her to act this way. And, secondly, if she was this loose, she was probably going to be wild once we arrived at the bookstore. “Now, does that make you feel better, baby?” Lisa asked. For what seemed like an hour, I stared openly at my friend’s display of stocking tops and bare thighs. I was awoken from my stupor by Lisa’s voice, saying, “The light’s changed, baby.” I drove forward to the sound of Lisa sliding her dress back into place.
But there was more going on in the car than Lisa hiking her dress almost to her waist. Yes, I knew she was somewhat intoxicated, but I had no idea she could be this forward. I mean, to lift her dress and show me so much leg that the only thing I didn’t see was her cunt? And now that I’d viewed Lisa’s stocking tops, there was no way to calm my cock. By now, the shaft was long and hard and I knew there was an obvious bulge located by my seatbelt. Whether or not Lisa saw the bulge or not was beyond my knowledge. But if I thought the evening’s weirdness was over, I was wrong. I was completely wrong. Five minutes later, I steered the car into the bookstore parking lot. Because there were no parking places near the front door, I was forced to find a spot near the rear of the lot. And that is where the adventure and the unknown continued.
I parked my car between two sedans, one which had a gentleman wearing a long trench coat leaning against the right side car. “What the fuck is he doing?” Lisa asked, but before I could respond, the man opened his coat to reveal a very hard and a very long cock. I mean, the shaft of this man’s cock had to have measured at least nine inches. “Well, isn’t that interesting?” Lisa asked, her eyes intent upon exposed cock. To her credit, Lisa didn’t flinch when the made his way to Lisa’s side of the car and openly stroked his cock. Her head was turned away from me, but there was no mistaking the sound of her taking in a series of deep breaths. The only thing separating Lisa from this pervert’s cock and her face was a thin pane of auto glass. I wanted to jump from the car and beat the man’s ass, and I was in the process of doing so when, without looking at me, Lisa slid her hand to her left and placed it on my right thigh. “Wait,” was all she said as we sat in the relative safety of my car and watched a grown man stroke his cock. Lisa’s hand began to squeeze my thigh, exerting pressure on the muscle. Suddenly, she turned her head away from the cock located just outside the car and said, “I have a gift for this bastard.”
Before I could even ask what type of “gift” Lisa had for a man willing to stroke his cock in public, Lisa quickly swept both hands upward, slipped each opened palm inside the top of her low-cut dress and in an instant, scooped each huge titty from her dress. I was amazed and unable to speak. Lisa’s tits were huge, as I’d suspected, but the nipples were amazing. She held each titty in the palm of her hands and through the glass, yelled at the man whose eyes were now as wide as satellite dishes. “You like these, motherfucker?” she yelled through the glass. “I bet you’d love to get your greasy ass hands on these wouldn’t you, cocksucker?”
To say I was amazed would be an understatement. I mean, already I’d agreed to escort a colleague into an adult bookstore without her husband’s knowledge, and now, here was that same coworker displaying her tits to not only me but to a complete stranger, and one who had his cock in his hand, at that! I suppose the sudden appearance of Lisa’s mountainous tits was too much for the cock stroker because he quickly closed the overcoat and scooted away from the car. Lisa craned her neck as she watched him walk behind my auto and disappear into the crowded parking lot. Lisa turned away from the window, a long, wide smile on her face and her tits still cupped in each hand. “Well, I guess we scared him off, Brad!” Suddenly realizing her tits were exposed, Lisa silently tucked each fleshy melon back into her dress. Just before we left the car, she again placed her hand on my thigh, and this time, there was no mistaking the long, obvious glare she gave my still hard cock. With her eyes glued to the cock bulge making its presence known in my trousers, Lisa asked, “Should we wait here a few minutes, baby?”
I so desperately wanted Lisa to open my trousers and to take my cock into her mouth, but I was certain she didn’t feel that way about me. I was sure all she wanted was just a trip to a place she’d never been before. I slowly shook my head, and slid out of the car. Before I opened Lisa’s door, I made sure the phantom cock stroker was no where to be seen. As Lisa extended her right leg to leave the car, she again flashed the stocking top. By now, I was immune to seeing the lacy tops but was still unable to keep my eyes off them.
But just as she swung her body out of the car, I was greeted with the sight of a black silk thong covering Lisa’s pussy. It was obvious Lisa did not shave her cunt as I easily detected several thick tufts of black cunt hair jutting from the two legbands. Lisa caught me staring and said, “Hell, Brad, we could have our own little pornographic show right here in the parking lot, couldn’t we?” A loud laugh as she stood on her high heels, and one minute later, Lisa and I entered the adult bookstore.
If you’ve ever been inside an adult bookstore, you know that the moment a female steps inside and begins to cruise the aisles, the first thing the usual group of men begins to believe is that she is either a hooker or she’s come to fuck. Well, Lisa fit neither of those descriptions but she did seemed determined to explore every last corner of the bookstore. And if you’ve ever seen a child in a toy store, you’ll be familiar with the expression that spread across Lisa’s face. As we entered the store, we were forced to make our way through shelf after shelf of sex videos, the topics ranging from simple, raw sex to anal penetration, to the use if sex toys, and on and on. Lisa stopped every few seconds to either look at a video cover or to turn and stare at me. I was sure she wasn’t angry – coming here had been her idea, anyway – she was just curious. Row after row, shelf after shelf, Lisa and I scanned every title and every variety of sex.
But I noticed one other thing as Lisa and I scanned the films, sex toys, and every other sexual tool the store offered. And that was that every man in the store stared openly at Lisa and I, their glares fueled by curiosity, and some, I was certain, by outright and obvious envy for me. That Lisa was dressed so provocatively was one thing, but the fact that she seemed so at ease inside this place of sexual pleasure was another. She too noticed the men staring at us and I suppose the open stares of men she did not know added to the level of sexual stimulation she was feeling. It was then that Lisa began to give the men inside the store a small, low-level sex show: she began to bend over at the waist, the bending of her body exposing the lace stocking tops and lower edges of her ass cheeks. Or, she bent low enough that the jacket she was wearing over the thin under garment opened wide, the long, deep gash between her tits coming clearly into view. And each time Lisa semi-exposed her stocking tops or cleavage, she returned to a standing position with a sly smile on her face, her eyes locked onto mine as she sent me a silent message that she understood clearly what it was she was doing. We continued to scan the items on sale in the bookstore, her high heels clicking loudly with each step she took. Finally, we arrived at a rack of item aimed clearly to appeal to homosexual men.
It was interesting to me that Lisa stopped for the longest period of time at the gay sex rack. I watched as she picked up one video cover after another which offered the “hottest gay sex” on the planet. Lisa focused on the men sucking cock or taking a hard prick up their ass, often looking at me after she’d completed reading about one homosexual encounter after another. When I asked her if there was any one thing she was looking for, she simply replied, “No, but I’ll know it when I see it.”
We’d turned down the sex toy aisle when Lisa stopped and began to admire the array of dildos, vibrators, false pussies, and even the blow-up dolls. She turned to me and asked in a voice barely above a whisper, “Do men really fuck these fake pussies and blow-up dolls?” When I responded that yes, some men certainly did use them as sexual outlets, Lisa giggled before grasping my hand and leading me along the huge display of dildos. Before we reached the end of the display, she’d removed and handled at least ten of the various dildos, ranging in length from five inches to a gargantuan twelve inches in length. “My, my, my,” she said as she held the long, hard, plastic make-believe cock in her hands. “I bet this could do some serious damage.”
Now, so far, I was happy I’d been brave enough to bring Lisa to the adult bookstore, but I was suddenly conscious of the leers and stares we were receiving from the small, but all male crowd inside the store. I decided to call Lisa on her bravado. “I bet that thing would do a great deal of damage to someone like you, sweetie.” I was certain my comments would bring Lisa to her senses and we could leave. But as I learned then and in the next few hours to come, Lisa Stinson was not one to be easily intimidated.
Taking the dildo in both hands, Lisa pointed it at me like a spear. “And I bet it wouldn’t do a bit of damage, you young bastard!” she hissed at me, he eyes suddenly on fire. And to my surprise, Lisa suddenly marched across the store without me, laid the dildo on the counter and purchased the sex toy . With the plain brown bag in her hands, she returned to where I’d remained and said, “Okay, big boy: What’s next?” I was too amazed to answer, to which Lisa said, “Come on, now, I’m sure there’s plenty more here to see.”
I knew I could either try and convince Lisa to leave then – something I doubted I’d be able to do – or, continue to escort her around the adult bookstore. There was one particular area I knew we hadn’t yet visited, but was hesitant to take Lisa there, a long row of small booths located down a semi-dark hallway. These were the film booths, and while I was certain Lisa had enjoyed herself so far, I had no idea how she would react to me asking her to spend time with me in one of the phone-booth sized rooms. But I had nothing to lose, so, taking my friend by the hand, I led her away from the staring crowd, through a small doorway, and into the building-length hallway where patrons were offered the ability to watch an adult film in private. When I explained what the individual booths were designed for, Lisa said “Well, this is more like it!” And so, with the securely wrapped dildo in her right hand, Lisa slid her left arm up and over my right arm and we proceeded down the hallway.
Lisa and I walked past several doors which were locked before finally finding an unoccupied booth. We slipped into the small cubicle to find a short bench running the length of the wall facing a small television screen. I explained how the booths worked to Lisa, then, after carefully wiping the bench with my handkerchief, we sat. I swiped my credit card – a sign of progress when compared with the old machines that required a steady supply of quarters or tokens – and we sat back to watch the film. Because the bench was so short, Lisa and I were forced to sit very closely together. It was just as the room darkened and the film began that I felt her slide her right hand upon my thigh. It was then that a sudden thought came to me, and so, leaning toward Lisa, I asked, “What would Steve, your husband, say if he knew you were here right now?”
I felt Lisa shift her weight toward me, the pressure of her hand increasing on my thigh. Although the film had started, she turned and stared at me for a long, quiet moment. Finally, she said, “He’s not here right now, is he, Brad?” In the dim glow of the television screen, Lisa saw me shake my head slowly from side to side. “Well, then, we don’t have to worry about what he would think. Now, let’s watch the film.” It was then that I realized that I’d possibly gotten myself into something I hadn’t planned for. But Lisa was correct: her husband was not in the small booth with is, and that was one fact I was very grateful for.
To be honest, the film was only a mild-success. There were the usual scenes of men and women fucking and sucking, the women all wearing high heels in bed, the men all having phenomenally long cocks. What I found interesting was that not once during the film did Lisa remove her hand from my thigh, although there were several times she massaged my leg, the heel of her hand coming within inches of where my semi-hard cock lay under my trousers. When the lights suddenly came on at the end of the movie, Lisa and I sat and stared at each other for a long period, as if we each had something to say but weren’t quite sure which words to use. Finally, I stood and taking Lisa by the hand, led her again into the hallway. For some reason, rather than turn right to find the end of the hallway and to leave the bookstore, I turned left and led Lisa in that direction, after passing several more closed doors, realized my mistake. By that time, however, as I turned to retrace my steps, Lisa had stopped and was peering inside one of the half-closed doors. I stepped beside her without looking in the door and asked, “So, you wish to view another film?”
But Lisa didn’t respond to my question. Instead, she stepped through the door and disappeared into the booth. I followed and quickly realized two things: The size of this space more closely resembled a small room with a long sofa as the only piece of furniture. And the second realization was that Lisa and I were not alone in the room, either. The room was divided in half by a ceiling-to-floor length pane of glass. And on the other side of the glass sat a model, studying her long, sharp, red-painted nails, an expression of almost complete boredom on her face. She perked up somewhat when Lisa and I entered and stood before the glass, staring at her as she rose from her chair. A small sign taped to the glass said, simply, “Jade.”
I heard Lisa inhale sharply as Jade approached her side of the glass. She was barely dressed: A thin, sheer black robe covered her body, but only to the point that it wasn’t completely impossible to see her nipples. Because the robe was clasped just below Jade’s tits, the garment swung open with her movement, revealing a flat stomach, and a thong covering her pussy. Black matching stockings and four inch high heels matched Jade’s robe. Thick, auburn colored hair sat in a tight bun atop Jade’s head. Her makeup was thick as well, her cheeks bright red with rouge, her eyes heavily underlined with mascara. Jade arrived at the glass, extended her right hand to the side and depressed a small blue button. “Hi there, may I help you?” Jade’s eyes shifted from me to Lisa, then back again before she depressed the button and repeated her question.
It was obvious what Jade’s purpose was in the glassed-in booth, and that was to provide men with strip shows from behind the glass without the worry of being manhandled by them. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, “We wandered in here by mistake.” I placed my hand on Lisa’s right arm, hoping to steer her out of the live booth and back into the hallway. But Lisa didn’t move when I tried to turn her, instead now focusing her attention onto Jade. “Lisa?” I asked. “Are you coming?”
Lisa turned to me and offered a single word response; No. Confused by her response, I again stood beside Lisa who by now had placed her body against the glass and asked Jade what it was exactly that she did behind the glass. “I remove my clothes for cash, ma’am,” Jade said, spinning in a small circle on the stiletto heels, the robe opening several inches to reveal more of her well-conditioned body. Facing us again, Jade said, “I normally stay behind the glass, but, there are exceptions to that rule,” Jade said, pointing to a small door handle, something I’d missed when we entered the booth. “If I feel I won’t be harmed, I can leave the enclosure back here and perform my dance out there where you sit.” Jade stared intently at Lisa before adding, “It’s all up to you, of course, but I will say that the greater the amount of you ‘donation,’ the safer I usually feel.” The ensuing silence was Jade’s way of giving Lisa and myself a chance to discuss what we wanted to happen next. I mean, it was obvious Lisa wanted the young woman to dance for her: Now it was a matter of where Jade would conduct her performance. I knew now that Lisa wanted to experience the adult bookstore to the fullest, and since it was me who brought her here, I might as well do everything I could to make the experience as enjoyable as possible for my friend.
Lisa turned to me and spoke, her words rushed, almost breathless. “How much cash to do you have?” she asked as she thumbed through her own small purse. I produced five twenty dollar bills to match Lisa’s fifty dollars. Lisa held the cash in her hands and stared back at Jade who contemplated the small pile of cash in Lisa’s hand. It was when Jade smiled at Lisa and extended her arm to open the glass partition that Lisa smiled broadly, content that she was within minutes of having a private show.
Lisa and I sat on the sofa, our bodies close again as Jade closed and locked the door. In that brief interlude before anything happened, I felt Lisa slide her hand once again onto my thigh, and when I turned my head to look at her, I couldn’t help but notice the lacy tops of her stockings making their presence known again. But as my eyes traveled upward, I also noticed the obvious sign that Lisa was sexually stimulated: Two, pointed and wide bumps indicating the location of her nipples under her dress informed me that Lisa had reached a certain physical and erotic state as a result of the upcoming sex show.
Music suddenly erupted from the ceiling mounted speakers as Jade stood before us and began to gyrate her body from side to side. I was surprised that the music escaping the speakers was slow-paced rather than the usual, loud, rock-based music that sometimes seemed to dampen the senses. “Your ‘donation’ bought you a half hour,” Jade said, as she lifted both hands to the top of her head, her palms resting on the tight, brown-haired knot of hair. “And if you feel the need to touch each other, that’s okay. The door is locked and can’t be opened again until I deactivate the door lock.”
Without speaking, Jade began to dance, the robe swishing around her body as she turned slowly on the sharp-pointed stiletto heels. Several seconds passed before Jade lowered her hands and covered both tits, the silk robe pinned between her hands and her titties. Jade continued in this manner until she released her tits and placed her hands on the waistband of the thong covering her pussy. Teasingly, she pulled the waistband away from her body, affording Lisa and I a brief glimpse of that area located just below her navel but several inches above her forest of cunt hair. I heard Lisa inhale again sharply, but did not look at her. My attention was on Jade, mainly because the majority of funds we’d pooled to have Jade dance for us had come from my pocket. But I didn’t care and realized how much fun I was having. If I’d only known then how much more fun I was on the verge of having.
As I expected and eagerly waited for, Jade began to slowly disrobe, to remove the few garments covering her well-toned body. She teased Lisa and I by opening one side of the robe, the areole of the left tit coming slowly into view. I was delighted to see the areole seemed to be more than half-dollar sized, hoping that when they finally emerged, the nipples would be just as large. Jade tugged the robe further to the left again, more of the long cleavage between her titties coming into view as well. Lisa inhaled again beside me, but my attention remained on Jade. Doing her job well, Jade released the left side of the robe and repeated her actions on the right side, now exposing a greater amount of the right tit. As she had several times before, Lisa squeezed my thigh again.
It was when Jade suddenly and unexpectedly threw open the robe to reveal both massive tits that Lisa truly gave my thigh a force of pressure I’d not felt before. In one swift motion, Lisa’s right hand slid downward toward my now growing cock while simultaneously compressing the flesh of my thigh. I wanted to turn my head and stare at Lisa, but Jade’s actions were, at that time, more important to me. I noticed that Jade’s eyes also dropped toward my cock, something that caused my dick to begin to extend under my trousers. For the next several moments, Jade continued to tease Lisa and I, first opening the robe fully, then closing it, bending forward at the waist and jiggling her tits, and so on. Each move Jade made resulted in Lisa re-squeezing my thigh, and by her hand making its way slowly but surely up my thigh. I felt Lisa moving her ass slightly away from me, but then quickly returning it to where it pressed firmly against my side.
It was when I finally decided to avert my attention for one brief second that I turned my head to look at Lisa. I knew she was certainly into the strip show, but when I turned and first saw the hem of her skirt pulled so high that the thong covering her cunt was clearly visible, I realized then just how stimulated Lisa had become. But it was the dildo, held firmly in her left hand that caught the greatest amount of my attention. She held the dildo like a trophy, almost, the tip pointed at the ceiling, and Lisa’s hand gripping the center of the long, plastic shaft.
But more than simply gripping the dildo, Lisa had commenced to sliding her hand the length of the fake cock. From head to base, and although her eyes were glued to Jade’s dance, Lisa stroked the dildo as if it was an actual cock. By now, her breathing seemed more shallow as she stroked the dildo with her left hand. When she lifted her right hand from my thigh, I was disappointed until I saw Lisa insert the same hand under the waistband of the thong barely covering he cunt. Lisa’s eyes never left Jade’s seductive dance but her hands were busy with other things. “Oh, hell, ” I heard Lisa say, softly, but still loud enough for me to detect the lust in her voice. Hearing a rustling sound, I turned my attention back to the young stripper.
Jade had finally discarded the robe, allowing it to fall to the floor. Turning her back to Lisa and I, she bent forward at the waist and away from us, then began to tease us yet again by pulling the thong away from her ass crack to reveal brief glimpses of her hairy cunt. Every few seconds, Jade spread her cunt lips, but only for the briefest of periods. To my left, I sensed Lisa quickening the pace which she stroked the dildo. By now, low but clearly audible moans were escaping Lisa’s lips. “Oh, my, oh my, oh my,” I heard Lisa say. Jade, hearing Lisa’s moans, stepped toward the small sofa where we sat, lifted her right high heeled foot from the floor and placed it on the sofa, alongside and resting against Lisa’s now bare left leg. Jade’s stocking-covered ankle caressed Lisa’s bare skin where the stocking top bared her skin. Lisa’s eyes were glued to Jade’s foot, but it was then that I realized just how deep into the thong Lisa’s hand had gone. Not one portion of the back of her hand was visible as she began to stroke her cunt with her red-painted fingertips. “Oh, shit, Brad, oh, shit!” Lisa moaned.
I was amazed. Here I was sitting beside someone I’d only know a few brief months and she had her hand inside her panties, digging away at her cunt with one hand while her other hand stroked a long, hard dildo. Moan after moan slipped from Lisa’s lips, low in volume at first, but obviously becoming louder and louder as she slipped deeper into the depths of passion. And while Lisa’s eyes were glued to Jade the stripper, she allowed herself the freedom to masturbate in front of me and another complete stranger. And here I was with a hardon that was stiffer than any other erection I’d had before. This evening had taken so many different turns I was unsure – but excited – of what might happen next.
I didn’t have to wait long. By now, Jade had bent forward over Lisa’s body. She continued to gyrate her body to the music, but the young woman’s eyes were glued to the long dildo still clamped tightly in Lisa’s hands. Jade returned her right foot to the floor, grasped the waistband of the thong barely covering her cunt, and slid the garment down and off both stocking-covered legs. She stood before Lisa and I, her entire body covered now in nothing more than two black stockings and a high heeled shoe on each foot. And while it had been me who’d come up with the majority of the funds to hire Jade for this private dance, there was no mistaking an obvious fact: Jade was more interested in Lisa than she was me.
And I knew Lisa had become quite interested in Jade. As Jade stood before us and twirled the thin, silky thong on her left index finger. Lisa released the dildo, letting it fall to the sofa beside her. In a series of very quick movements, Lisa followed Jade’s lead and slid her own thong off her cunt, the silky but very thin – and very damp, I was sure – garment sliding sensuously down Lisa’s stocking covered legs, over the high heels until Lisa kicked the panty aside with a quick forward motion of her right foot. In an instant, however, Lisa bent forward at the waist, her huge titties mashed against her upper thighs, and retrieved the thong from the floor. Absent mindedly, she laid the thong over the bulge in my trousers. I grasped it with my fingers and noted the degree of moisture in the crotch. Feeling that damp spot told me something I already knew: Lisa was hot and certainly ready for an evening of great promise. From where I sat beside her, when I glanced down at Lisa’s cunt, I saw a thick forest of black pussy hair stretching upward from her cunt.
It was then that I decided to join the party. I mean, by this point, both Lisa and Jade had their pussies on display, so why shouldn’t I join in and show my manhood? I quickly opened my trousers and lifted my very hard cock from my pants. Lisa turned her head and stared at my cock, her eyes widening. There was no mistaking the obvious lust and desire in Lisa’s eyes, nor the slight smile that spread across her red lipstick covered lips. The silent message Lisa sent with her eyes told me all I needed to know: that this evening would come to an end, but before it did, our bodies would be meshed into one.
But after a few seconds of silent communication, Lisa again turned her attention to Jade. “Go ahead, baby,” she whispered to Jade . “Give us our money’s worth.” With a slight smile on her face, Jade stepped forward, again in Lisa’s direction. But there was no mistaking the fact that Jade stared at my cock for several seconds as she made her way to where Lisa sat on the sofa. For a long second as the music played in the background, Jade stared downward at Lisa’s now exposed, very hairy, and certainly exceedingly wet pussy. With my hand now wrapped tightly around my hard cock, but my eyes glued onto Jade’s amazingly sexy body, I smiled with anticipation as Jade lifted her right, high-heel covered foot in the direction of Lisa’s body. I was certain Jade’s intentions were to place her foot between Lisa’s body and mine, but the next few seconds proved me wrong. Delightfully wrong.
As Lisa and I watched Jade lift her foot, Jade inserted her stocking and high-heeled covered foot between Lisa’s now widespread legs, sliding her stocking covered toes forward until they became lost in Lisa’s thick forest of cunt hair. Jade’s foot remained supported on the leather cushion by the five inch stiletto heel, but it was impossible to see her toes: they’d become buried in the thick, dense mat of Lisa’s cunt hair. With a slight motion, Jade pushed her foot forward until the tips of her toes made contact with the black hairs covering Lisa’s pussy.
I felt Lisa arching her back, the motion causing her bare ass to lift several inches from the sofa cushion, and providing Jade the stripper with a few inches of additional space. The upward movement of Lisa’s ass also caused her already bunched up dress to slip several more inches upward as well, now revealing every inch of Lisa’s thick, black forest of pussy hair. Or maybe, it was Lisa who slipped the dress upward. I don’t know. All I knew was that I was sitting in a very small booth with a stripper who now stood before me dressed in nothing more than stockings and stiletto heels, and a coworker who was barely dressed. By now, despite the music playing somewhere in the background, the room was filled with the sound of Lisa taking in short, excited breaths of air, as if she was suddenly starving for oxygen. Her eyes were transfixed on Jade’s toes, still lost in that wall of pussy hair.
Sitting beside Lisa, I sensed something was about to happen, that Lisa would make a move. I wasn’t disappointed. She suddenly lifted her eyes from the sight of Jade’s stocking covered toes pressing against her cunt, turned her head to face me, and said, “Fuck it!” Extending her arms downward, she grasped the hem of the wrinkled dress, and in one very quick and very smooth motion, lifted the dress up and over her head, throwing the red-colored garment to the floor by her own high-heeled feet. “Goddamn that feels good,” Lisa said as she now sat on the leather sofa completely nude except for her own stocking-covered legs and feet encased in stiletto high heels. Lisa realized that for the first time since we’d met at the beginning of the semester, she now sat before me unclothed, nude, her tits heaving on her chest, her nipples extended a full inch, her dense coat of cunt hair fully in view. She again lifted both arms, cradled my face in her hands, and pressed her ruby-red lips tightly onto my mouth. As she kissed me, deeply and erotically, as her tongue dove deep into my mouth, as her tits and nipples pressed against my arm, my colleague Lisa pressed her nearly naked body against me, the sensuous moment causing my cock to harden as it never had before.
But Jade was determined not to be left out of the equation. As Lisa continued to press her mouth hotly against mine, I suddenly felt an additional hand join my, wrapping tightly around my cock. I opened my eyes in time to see Jade’s face less than an inch from mine, then felt her face wedged between mine and Lisa’s, and the intrusion of the young stripper’s tongue as it joined Lisa’s between my lips. The three of us kissed passionately for several seconds, three naked bodies gyrating together, as a light coat of perspiration formed on our sexually heated bodies.
But the kiss ended when both Lisa and Jade leaned back and away from me. Wanting to join the party fully, I removed all traces of clothing, and sat naked on the leather sofa, my right hand wrapped forcefully and securely around my aching cock. In awe, I watched as Jade leaned forward, and gently guided Lisa backward until her naked shoulders rested against the sofa cushion. Amazingly, Lisa’s amazing tits seemed to have grown larger in the few seconds we’d kissed, her nipples seemed to have lengthened, her cunt hair forest now thicker, now darker. With a smile on her face, Jade again lifted her right foot and once again slid the silk-stocking covered toes back against Lisa’s cunt. “Just enjoy, baby,” was all Jade said to Lisa, as she focused her eyes on the foot she was now pressing against Lisa’s pussy.
Lisa allowed a long, deep-throated moan to escape her lips as Jade began to stroke Lisa’s cunt with the tip of her high heeled shoe. Well, that isn’t exactly accurate, either. No, Lisa’s moans were the result of Jade’s silk-covered toes finding the entrance to Lisa’s pussy, the silk stimulating the excited nerve endings lining Lisa’s cunt lips. Jade began to lift her foot one or two inches, the motion causing the reinforced stocking toe to slide erotically up and down the full length of Lisa’s hyper-excited cunt. Each time Jade’s toes came into contact with Lisa’s clit, my friend moaned louder. It was then that Lisa realized the benefit of matching Jade’s cunt stimulating foot movements: each time Jade slid her toes upward and stimulated Lisa’s extended clit, Lisa lifted her ass upward as well, allowing Jade to maintain contact with Lisa’s now soaking wet pussy for longer periods of time. In just a matter of seconds, Lisa and Jade were performing a sexual dance the likes of which I’d never seen. As Jade pressed her foot harder against Lisa’s cunt, as she continued to foot fuck my friend, Lisa’s moans began to echo around the room, easily drowning out the music, and certainly drifting outside the small booth into the darkened hallway outside.
“Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker!” Lisa moaned now she dropped her eyes to watch Jade stimulate her cunt with her foot. “Oh, baby,” she cried as Jade bent forward and without breaking the toe-to-cunt contact, pressed her lips against Lisa’s, their lips pressed together, their lipstick smearing to the corners of their mouths. By now, my hand was stroking my cock so quickly that I was certain I would come in just a matter of seconds. But to my amazement, just before I exploded a river of hot, pearly-colored come onto the tight fist wrapped around my shaft, I felt Lisa’s and cover mine, then, wedging her fingers nder my fingers, forced me to release the grip on my cock. Forming a tight circle with her index and second fingers, Lisa quickly cut off the flow of blood to my cock, causing my orgasm to never occur. And she did all this without once breaking the oral bond she maintained with Jade’s mouth. When she was sure she’d prevented me from coming, Lisa released my cock, returning her hand to the side of Jade’s face. And not once during this orgasm-preventing moment had Lisa or Jade ceased their foot fucking motion.
In awe, I watched as Jade broke the kiss, removed her foot from Lisa’s cunt and stood before my female friend, her legs spread wide, her own tits heaving on her chest. “Come here, baby,” Jade said to Lisa, the command clear, her intention of what she wanted Lisa to do unspoken but understood. Lisa smiled, leaned forward, and grasped the back of Jade’s thighs. I knew by the way Jade began to swivel, lift, and drop her ass that she too had deserted all pretenses and was now highly stimulated by the presence of two naked bodies in her dance booth.
Lisa’s forward motion guided her head deep into Jade’s trimmed pussy beard. As Lisa snaked her hands upward to cup each of Jade ‘s ass cheeks in her hands, the room once again became filled with the sound of sexually-created moans. But moments earlier where the moans had come from Lisa’s mouth, now they flew from Jade’s mouth, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her hands cupping each of her titties in her hands. “Eat me, baby, eat me,” Jade whispered as she lifted her left leg and draped the limb over Lisa’s right shoulder. “Fuck yes, Lisa, fuck yes.” Lisa continued to driver her tongue deep into Jade’s cunt, the wet, lapping sound of two lips making contact with Jade ‘s pussy becoming louder and louder.
But Lisa had no intention of bringing Jade to orgasm with just her mouth. No, after loosening the oral grip on Jade ‘s cunt, Lisa lifted her right hand and with the index finger extended, began to finger fuck Jade. Lisa qickly established a rhythm that caused Jade to moan louder, and when she was satisfied Jade was deep in the throes of sexual passion, once again extended her neck forward and simultaneously finger fucked Jade while licking the young woman’s clit with her tongue.
“Motherfucker,” I heard Jade moan as Lisa slid the finger deeper into Jade’s cunt. “Show me what you can do with that finger, baby,” Jade continued to moan. Lisa complied with Jade’s request and began to insert then remove her finger from Jade’s cunt at a progressively faster pace. In seconds, the last knuckle on Lisa’s hand was smashing forcefully against Jade’s cunt as loud squishing sounds began to mingle with Jade’s moans. “Baby, baby, baby!” she moaned as Lisa established a finger-fucking pace that caused Jade to swing her naked ass from side to side. “Son of a bitch, don’t stop,” Jade said.
It was then that two things happened simultaneously. I don’t recall the order of events, but what I do know is that as soonas Jade requested that Lisa continue to jam her finger into her cunt, Lisa removed the long finger from between Jade ‘s cunt lips and inserted the finger instead into her own mouth. With her eyes locked onto mine, I watched intently while Lisa sucked the finger dry of Jade ‘s cunt juices. When Lisa was certain she’d cleansed the finger thoroughly, she once again slipped it forcefully into Jade ‘s now soaking wet cunt, resoaked the finger in pussy juices, and extended it toward my mouth. “Come here, Brad,” Lisa demanded, her intent clear. Just as I extended my neck forward, a move that put my own face very close to Jade ‘s naked ass, Lisa moved the soaking wet finger closer to her own mouth. “We’re going to share, baby,” she said to me. I pressed my lips onto Lisa’s mouth and felt her slip the pussy-juiced finger between our lips. Together, as Lisa slid the finger in and out of our mouths as if it were a small cock and our mouths was one large pussy, Lisa made sure that together, we cleaned her finger of Jade ‘s juices.
When the finger was clean, and the kiss as well, I slipped backward across Lisa’s body, past her hairy cunt and over her stocking-covered legs until my body was positioned between Lisa’s spread legs. From where I knelt, I had a clear view of Lisa’s pussy, and believe me, despite her age, the view was amazing. Thick, coarse black hair surrounded her cunt, but because she’d fingered herself, the pussy lips were spread and glistening with her pussy juices. I smiled at Lisa as she reinserted her fingers inside Jade ‘s pussy, a move that caused the young stripper to moan loudly again, and began to move forward again, my intent to place my lips as tightly as possible on Lisa’s hairy cunt. I wanted to eat Lisa’s cunt, to jam my tongue as deeply as possible into her vaginal cavern.
But Lisa had other ideas. “No, wait,” she said, stopping my forward movement with a hand on my shoulder. “You’ll really want to see this.” I heard Jade ask what Lisa and I were doing, wrds to whih Lisa responded by now jamming two fingers between Jade ‘s cunt lips. But as Lisa and I locked eyes, as she smiled coyly at me, Lisa grasped the huge dildo in her right hand, lifted the huge fake cock upward, and pressed the wide head firmly against Jade ‘s pussy lips. Tilting her head upward a few inches, Lisa said, “Get ready, baby. I’ve got a surprise for you.” Lisa slid her body several inches toward me now, the added space giving her the room to look up and into Jade ‘s pussy. “Here we go!” Lisa said before applying a steady force on the dildo until the expansive head slipped between Jade ‘s cunt lips and into her cunt. Suddenly, Lisa’s eyes were on me again. “What the fuck are you waiting for?” she asked. Although Lisa hadn’t give me instructions, or clarified what it was she was talking about, I knew exactly what she was asking. Or was she making demands now?
I’d never tasted cunt juice the flavor of that which seeped from Lisa’s cunt. I found that I enjoyd the salty taste that coated my tongue. After separating the thick mat of pussy hair with my fingers, I found her cunt lips, spread wide still, so wet with cunt juices that a small creek of pussy fluids streamed outward and downward, pooling in a small puddle by her ass crack. Lisa’s right had slipped between my mouth and her cunt, helping me to keep the thick, thick mat of cunt hair away from her pussy lips. But it was the middle finger that Lisa made the greatest use of. Despite having my tongue buried deep between Lisa’s pussy lips, I’d also inserted not one but two fingers inside her soaking wet cunt. And although Lisa had now picked up a rhythm of sliding her ass back and forth in time to my tongue licks, she placed the tip of the long, red-nailed fingertip onto her very prominent clit and began to massage the fleshy button with even greater speed than I applied to the finger fucking I was giving my colleague. Lisa began to moan now, her ass rapidly reacting to the finger and tongue fucking I was giving her as well as the pleasure she applied herself to her clit. Each insertion of my fingers or brush of her fingertip over her clit caused Lisa to moan louder and to lift and drop her ass higher above the sofa in response the oral and hand attack her pussy was undergoing.
“Motherfucker, baby, oh, hell yes, motherfucker!” Lisa moaned from between Jade ‘s stocking-covered legs. By now, with my mouth planted firmly against Lisa’s pussy mound, I was able to look up enough to see Lisa’s face. Her eyes were locked onto what I was doing to her: half-closed, but focused. Coated with sexual pleasure, but aware enough to know there was more sexual joy to follow.
But just as Lisa was moaning now, so too was Jade . By this point, Lisa was jamming at least six, perhaps eight inches of the dildo into the stripper’s cunt. Each time Lisa jammed the dildo upward, Jade squatted, her stocking-covered knees bending in an effort to place her pussy in a position to receive progressively more inhes of th dildo. “Oh, shit, oh, shit!” I heard Jade moaning now, her cries mixing with Lisa’s, echoing from the walls and returning to where we lay in a tangled sexual mess on the sofa. It was then, just as Lisa and I locked eyes again, that I actually witnessed Lisa smile. But you must understand: the smile creasing her lips was one created by sexual pleasure, yes. But there was something else there, and somehow, I just knew the next few seconds would reveal something I’d never seen before.
And then it happened. Lisa jammed the dildo upward with so much force into Jade ‘s cunt that only the last half inch located around the base remained visible from between her cunt lips. At first, now that a full twelve inches of hard, plastic cock rested inside he cunt, Jade suddenly stopped all movement, as if she was uncertain as to what had just happened. From where I squatted between Lisa’s legs, I could see just the thin, pink-colored dildo base protruding from Jade ‘s pussy, te false color contrasting deeply with the color of her thick, black cunt hair. But just as suddenly, two things happened. First, Jade began to move her ass in a back-and-firth motion, her ass crack and ass hole coming closer and closer to my face with each swing. But she also began to moan louder: Not the shrill, high-pitched cry of pleasure only women seem capable of producing, but, rather, a low-toned, deeply bass sound that seemed as if it were coming from a man. “Oh, god, oh god, oh, god,” Jade moaned as she continued to swing her ass closer now to my face. “Fuck but that feels so damn good,” the young dancer moaned.
Although it was me who had brought Lisa here, it seemed as if she had suddenly taken over the situation. She lifted her chin high enough to view the base of the dildo now jammed deeply inside Jade ‘s pussy, then, using her hands, gently coaxed Jade down from straddling her face. But where I believed Lisa wanted Jade to stand, I was incorrect. Instead, Lisa instructed Jade to turn her body so that she was still straddling Lisa’s face, but now facing outward toward the center of the small room. Jade did as she was asked – or was it instructed? – and now stood over Lisa’s face with the base of a twelve-inch dildo jammed as deeply as possible inside her cunt. “Yes, that’s it, baby,” Lisa said. “That’s just perfect.”
And with that, Lisa lifted her head, slipped several inches of the dildo from Jade ‘s pussy, and placed her tongue flat against Jade ‘s hairy cunt. I guess the sensations of a wide dildo pressing against the nerve endings of her pussy as well as the pleasures Lisa was creating as her tongue skid across Jade ‘s pussy lips was what caused Jade to begin to ride Lisa’s face as if she were fucking it. Lisa slid half the length of the dildo from Jade ‘s cunt and allowed the long plastic tube to hang suspended from the hairy lips. It was when my friend removed her hands from her own cunt that I knew matters had changed for me. Releasing my oral lock on LLsa’s cnt, I stood, all seven inches of my cock now rock hard and ready for serious action. I moved forward with my cock

Ocean (A BDSM Story)

“Don’t move.”

I nearly jump out of skin, but then stand still, obeying the voice that has appeared behind me. I feel the pounding of my frantic heart and I fear she can hear it too. I realize that I’ve dropped my grocery bags, and they’ve spilled their contents onto the floor. My whole body is alert and my senses more receptive than ever, and I know I heard something break. Perhaps the bottle of white wine I’d bought for dinner, or the jar of sundried tomatoes. Whatever it was, it’s not important.

The female voice ceases to be just a voice: I feel her hands coming down my waist. It stops at my bottom, squeezing it. A slight tremor sets in my body and that’s when I begin to feel fear.

Ocean; the letters come in a strong swell in my mind.

“Open the door. And hurry up,” she says, with a tranquility that would puzzle me if I weren’t so nervous.

I put a hand in my purse and rummaged through cell phone, charger, lipstick, pens and old tickets, trying to find the keys. Het hands continue to traverse my body in a none-too-gentle way, causing me to shiver. I find my keys and fumble, making several attempts to put it in the lock, until she rips them out of my hands and opens the door in just a few seconds. She pushes me inside and slammed the door.

I want to scream, very strong, but I feel a knot in the throat that prevents me. Ocean, I hear in my head. I can only think of the fucking “ocean.”

She pushes me against the wall, pulling down my thin dress.

I close my eyes tightly and when I open them again, my dress is on the floor, ripped. It was one of my favorites. She’s in black and I can’t see her face. It is covered by a leather mask. What I do see clearly are her penetrating gray eyes.

Ocean.

She steps backward to look closely at my naked body. I feel shame. My panties are on the other end of the hall, almost in the living room. I try to cover my most intimate areas with my hands, but steps forward to push them away. She grabs my neck, causing me to turn my head to one side, and begins to bite it hard. I gasp, I do not know whether by shame, by anguish, by fear or…by an almost imperceptible excitement that I begin to feel.

Ocean.

I try to shake her off as soon as I have the chance, but she grabs my wrists and grabs them firmly. She puts them over my head and then begins to lick and nibble on my breasts.

Shortly after, she fixes my wrists with one hand and, with her free hand, enters me with two fingers at once. A tide seems to flood my brain, and then oscillates and spreads through my nerves, under my skin. Two fingers, strong, only two, many, form a tsunami of pleasure. I close my eyes at the shock and the hardness of her movements. I hear a low giggle.

“You don’t like it, but you’re soaked,” she murmurs in my ear and laughs again.

I can feel my cheeks staining red and I arched my back in protest.

Ocean.

“I’m going to release you and you’re not going to move. If you do,” she pauses and stares into my eyes, “you will receive and extraordinary punishment and I assure you that you’ll regret it.

Ocean. Ocean, ocean.

I swallow and try to stay as still as possible. With no need to hold my limbs, she crouches, separates my legs and opens her mouth to reveal her tongue. A moan escapes me and I don’t realize until I hear it.

Her tongue traverses my vulva with an unexpected ability, exploring the folds I did not know I had. It makes me twist and spread my legs almost inadvertently.

She’ll think I like it, I repeat, letting my voice ring in my head. Ocean.

But the truth is that yes, I love it, although I can’t express it aloud. I loved letting myself be subjected to the orders of my stranger, I loved lowering my guard.

I let her a few seconds later, take me by the arm and take me to the kitchen. Let her seat me up on the counter and put her fingers back, this time three…Her tongue renews its onslaught.

I now can’t help but let my body release the gasps and groans that are born deep in my being with each charge. I let her expert hands move faster and penetrate deeper. I let her tongue make more daring movements, twisting and unscrewing, making its way. I let it, with another hand, clench my nails into my ass and tighten it tightly closer to me.

Slowly, I let my hands come down slowly, with some fear. I grasp the hair on the back of her head and push with eager force, fusing her tongue with body in an almost impossible proximity.

I am no longer aware of where my body begins and where her body ends, so I let it go completely to the licks, the scratches, the thrusts.

My body runs. I have allowed it.

The orgasm is so intense that when I reach it, I am barely conscious of what’s happening. I think she’s taking me to bed, I do not know… She keeps touching me under the sheets and I’m back to the ridge of another wave of wet passion. I am ecstatic and calm, exhausted and fearful, excited and pleased. Dizzy, I do not find myself, but I enjoy this pinch of peace that I feel for the first time in minutes, hours, eons, what do I know!

I think it’s raining outside.

***

I open my eyelids little by little, as if the light of the room would blind me. Before I can see anything, I remember everything. I remember her. I start and see her standing, staring at me with her ash-colored eyes, which seem to interrogate me. She is wrapped in a white towel, just out of the shower.

It was not rain.

“There was a moment when I was about to use our safeword,” she murmurs before pausing, in a voice different from before. Now it conveys calmness and warmth to me, and love. I’ve notice you’ve already brought in the paper for me.

My beautiful wife.

I shiver with the delight at the memory. I, too, was about to say it. It was as easy as saying “ocean,” but neither my mind nor my body wanted to.

Ass Obsession

I’m Emily 19 years old the last year has been interesting. I live with my grandmother in a two bedroom house. A friend she use to work with needed a place to stay. Yes it was him it was Eddie, I had such a little school girl crush on him when I was in in High School. He’d come over and help around the house with things that needed fixing. Well this time he needed a place to stay. Of course grandma loved him so much he moved in. Eddie was the perfect man for me, nice build to his body, amazing beard he’d always let grow then cut. So nice and kinda shy but we talked and he was so sweet. He said “Emily wow! Your a woman now! Your very beautiful. My knees went weak when he told me that. Well a two months past and grandma gets a call from a her sister. Great gran gran is dying and she want to see her kids who still live. Great gran gran is very old. Grandma loved and trusted Eddie so much she asked him to take care of me and the house. I of course was excited, Not so much my Boyfriend Adam who I’d been with since middle school. As soon as grandma left I left to a party with Adam. This was when everything went to shit. Adam has been pressuring me for two years to have sex with him since high school but I keep telling him “No!” Because I’m not ready. Well he got drunk and took off with some bimbo that we went to school with. I hates that bitch so much, she always wanted Adam and now she had him. He tried to call me and when that didn’t work he came to the house and Eddie told him to get lost. “She’s hurt and you! You little limp dick motherfucker I don’t wanna see you around here again or near Emily. I felt so good Eddie stood up for me I was hurt and crying non-stop. Eddie and I talked and he gave me advice. Then I told him Adam has been pressuring me for a while to have sex with him. Eddie told me with cute smile on his face. “Why don’t you have Anal Sex if your not ready to lose your virginity? I was shocked he told me that.”Anal Sex like sex in butthole?” “Yes Sex in your butthole, don’t tell your grandma we talked about this but you’re a grown woman.” Then he says “What’s the most sexual thing you’ve done with Adam? Have you ever grabbed his dick? “No” I said. “Has he eaten your pussy or butthole?” “No we haven’t done anything.” “Well that’s the problem then you’ve been together and you won’t let him in your panties.” He said. The he says “You know what I do Emily? I collect panties from women I’ve fucked more precisely women who I’ve taken their ass cherry, I keep the panties they had on that day and I make them sign their name on them. Kinda like a trophy I take from each one.” He stands up goes to his bag and pulls out another back and tosses it to me “Open it”. I open the bag and sure enough 12 individual women’s panties with their names on each individual pair. Anna, Veronica, Josie, Bertha, Stephanie (Bertha’s sister), Marissa, Sophia, Jasmine, Mary, Lupe, Irene and Linda. I didn’t know what to think, he had videos too but didn’t want to show me. I knew was a ladies man. Honestly it turned me on. I asked him “Does Anal Sex hurt?” He said “No it feels great and it’s my favorite.” I figured grandma wouldn’t find out and Adam was a piece of cheating shit I was gonna get back at. So took a deep breathe and said “Eddie I trust you and care about you and so does grandma, so please don’t get mad at me but would you teach me?” He look straight at me grabbed me by the hand and twirled me visibly checking me out. “Yes but you have to do as I say ok?” Did you wanna start today or tomorrow when?” “Why not today” “Are you sure Emily? “Yes I’m sure Eddie.” He said sternly from now on you call me daddy you understand Bitch!?” Why did you call…….. I said, “Did you understand Bitch!?” “Yes daddy!” Ok then I record this on my camera because I like keeping track of how many women I pope from behind.” Ok put you hair in a ponytail or bun now!” I did as instructed and put it in a ponytail. The Eddie I knew was gone, he became cold and serious and I listened and did everything he asked. I’m gonna send your little fag boyfriend the finished video so he can see what he missed out on. We went to my room and he had a small handheld video camera and batteries. He turned it on and asked me What you name? “Emily” “how old are you Emily?” “I just turned 19 before you moved in.” “What is it you need my help with, what can I teach you?” “I’m pissed off Adam didn’t wait for me and I wanna get him back for humiliating me.” Then he said I’m gonna humiliate you worse than he ever could. Get on your knees Bitch! Look at the camera and tell Adam what you want me to do with you.” I looked at the camera and said “Adam it’s me the girl who never cheated or betrayed you, Remember my friend the one who threw you out a few days ago Well I’m gonna give it all to him.” Then Eddie interrupts me saying. “You hear that Adam that round piece of meat that hangs on Emily now belongs to me, that cute doll face and that lovely soft mouth are now mine! Enjoy! I know I will, Bitch you on your knees and take off that blouse.” I got on my knees and threw my blouse. Eddie towered over me his crotch in my face he just looked and said to me. “What The Fuck Bitch!” Open daddy’s zipper reach in and pull my cock out my pants!” I was so nervous I’ve never seen a dick in real life much less grabbed one. I reached in and feel something throbbing in there. I squeezed it and he said “Oh Fuck Emily you have soft hands.” “Pull it out bitch time to show you how adults play.” I pulled it out and it almost smacked my face. “Oh shit Daddy are they this huge, I’ve never grabbed one before, it’s so thick and hard.” “You see that Adam how fast it is to have your girl do what you want.” He grabbed his throbbing dick and slapped my face with it enjoying every contact it made with my soft face. “Open wide Emily time to show Adam how you feel.” I opened my mouth and could feel his thick head in my mouth, he pretty much filled my mouth with only his dick head. “It doesn’t fit” I said with his dick head filling up my innocent mouth. Don’t worry Emily in a few minuets my balls will be slapping your chin and Adam will be jacking off to this.” He pulled out and said. “You know what I’m gonna go all out on you Emily. Put you hands behind your back.” He got some zip ties and tied my hands behind my back. He slapped his cock on my face then said “Watch and Learn Adam. He pushed his cock so hard in my mouth I couldn’t breathe. He didn’t care how healthy I was a big dick will choke you. I couldn’t breathe as his huge meat pushed and stretched my little virgin throat. “Oh FUCK EMILY IT FEELS SO GOOD! Little by little my throat was opening up being forced in Eddie Man Meat. I choked and Gagged choked and gagged tears rubbing down my eyes. Hands bound behind. It went on for over 30mins I was getting stretched beyond repair. He would shove his cock in my mouth. hold it in a few seconds pull out and before I could catch my breathe his cock would be rammed back into my mouth Then as he had it all the way down my throat with his balls up against my chin he yells out “I’M CUMMING BITCH! SWALLOW THAT SHIT FUCKIN WHORE AHHHHHH OH FUCK!! I FELT A HOT GOOEY SUBSTANCE FILL UP MY MOUTH AS HE PULLED HIS COCK OUT. BUT IT WOULDN’T STOP CUMMING OUT OF HIS DICK. Ass soon as he pulled out of my mouth his dick sprayed my pretty little face. Covering me almost completely. I could see with so much in my eyes and hair. I could still feel it hitting my face and dripping down my chest and stomach. little trickles came out But he fed me for the entire day. I didn’t know what to do or think. I just got covered in semen almost completely by my grandmas friend. I opened my mouth to breathe and again he stuffs my mouth telling me to suck out whats left. He put me in front of the camera and showed me off to Adam. “Is that Adam? That right there is what her mouth is for. About a half hour later I’m still tied up and I’m still drenched in cum. Then my grandma calls to check up on us. Eddie talks to her as he stuffs my mouth and makes me suck his meat. He lies and says I’m Showering while recording everything on video. Little did grandma know I was showered in cum. Eddie grabs me by the hair and throws me on my bed he then ties my ankles together and picks up my ass so its in the air. “You ready you cum eating whore? yes daddy I’m ready. OK look what we got here. Eddie rubbed my asscheeks enjoying the curve before sliding my pants and panties down rips my panties off and plays with my asscheeks. Enjoying himself with my ass. As he dick slaps my buttcheeks to make them jiggle he calls my name. “Emily.” “Yeah daddy” Remember when you asked me if Anal Sex hurt? I said no right” “That’s right daddy you said it feels good.” “Well that’s not true you stupid bitch! How dumb can you be? My dick didn’t even fit in your mouth and your asshole is way tighter,why wouldn’t it hurt? This will be the most painful thing you’ll go through, but the harder you cry and scream the harder and faster I’m gonna fuck your butthole.” He then shoves my panties in my mouth and puts my cum drenched face in the pillow and pushes his beefy cock inside my virgin asshole. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH Oh shit Eddie it’s too big it hurts!!AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” HE DIDN’T CARE. He just pushed harder and it felt better. “You dumb bitch! Oh fuck it feels like heaven!!!!! RAAAAAAAAAAA TAKE IT BITCH!!!” It was so painful I cried. But never said Stop! Because I wanted this and I wanted Adam to See him enjoying my asshole that should have been his. Adam had given me a promise ring I wore everyday Eddie seen it and took it off my finger. Before he cummed he pulled out of my shithole and pushed the ring deep inside my ass. He blew a huge load almost like the 1st one but this one filled up my asshole cavity and he sprayed my now red asscheeks. I was tied and going in and out in my head. Later on I seen the edited version and Eddie records Adams Promise rings as I shit it out a few mins after he filled me up. The next few months even after grandma came back Eddie fucked my asshole almost everyday. Adam seen the videos but was too scared to stand up to a real man with a bigger cock that made me a woman.

Lay Your Body On Me

Leading me to your bedroom
Up the stairs teasing me
As you hike up your dress
Showing me your freshly shaved cunny

Looking back with that
Devilish look in your eye
Loving the fact how your tease
Is having this effect on me

Stripping revealing your
Pert and ample sized breasts
Your curves in all the
Right places

Pulling you in for kiss
Caressing your tits
Pinching your nipples,
Getting hard at my touch

Sliding my hand into your panties
Parting your lips sliding my fingers in
Making you moan finding your gspot
Bucking your hips onto my fingers

Getting on your knees
Undoing my belt unzipping my trousers
Letting them drop to floor
Pulling down my boxers

Looking at my hardness before you
Taking my shaft in your hand
Stroking making me moan

Using your tongue licking my shaft
Taking the head of my cock
Into your mouth
Bobbing your head up and down

Sucking my balls
Taking them in your mouth
Popping sound they make
Parting your lips

Pushing you on your back
Kissing your neck
Trailing kiss down to your boobs

Sucking and nibbling your nipples
Gently kissing down your belly
Parting your legs
Kissing up the insides of your thighs
Plants a kiss on your labia

Making you moan in pure ecstasy
As I lick and tongue your love canal
Digging your fingers in to my scalp
As your climax subsides

Crawling over your body
My cock now inches away
Looking you in the eye
Pushing in to your pussy

Pounding your vagina
Making you moan and groan
My cock sliding in and out
Bucking your hips meeting
My thrusts into you

Your soft breasts getting
Crush against my chest
As we make love

Picking up my pace
As we near to climaxing
Together

Moaning in pure bliss
Taking you over the edge
Screaming as I take you to heaven
Flooding your insides with my seed

Collapsing on top of you
Bodies intertwined as we kiss
My fingers running through your hair
My cum pooling on the sheets

Falling asleep in each
other’s arms
Knowing your safe in
My muscular arms

Loving feeling of your
Body on mine

The Rhythm Of Sex

“Myfanwy… Myfanwy… Am I yours. Am I yours.”
“Yes, yes, yes you are -”
Oh! those words of reassurance, those words of need, those words of love.
The smile, the sigh, the open mouth, the lustful scent that drifts on the rising air.
The hand of hers, that slowly clutches and feeds their fingers through filamentous hair,
And the brush of fingertips against warm gossamer-like skin.
The heady rush of need, desire, lust, all brought on by wanton behaviour.

Her sharp intake of breath, synchronous to the touch of my lips,
On those downy hills that open without thought, without interrogation, without question.
And what of the flick of my tongue, prising open her depths and longing for that taste,
From the rivulets of honey that flow from her treasured land beyond,
Only to be gathered and savoured, in ever increasing appreciation, on my extended tongue.
I strum at her lips and lose myself between those plump, silky, guardians of pleasure.
And I feel the rise and fall of her gentle rolling hills, that belies the approaching storm.

I play with her tune – rising and falling, side to side, up and down,
Lost to the sounds from above and to the slipperyness of the slope that descends the abyss.
The fiery cavern, inflamed and engorged, is slowly disciplined by the
Moist and succulent rivers of nectar that are duly harvested.
My pulse races, a pounding sense of urgency envelops me as I feel the same need in her,
I clamp my mouth down hard onto her tender succulent stem,
And I tease it, entice it, encourage it to roar and growl.

And growl it does-
It fights, it bites, in ways that she knows not.
As she forces the growing urge away from her, and into the darkening night.
Hands that once clasped me to her minute yardang,
Now pushes and throws me away, discarding me from her shipwrecked thighs.
As the dying embers of that special moment, flare from the fireworks of her soul,
And the red fiery lust filled moans, and groans, abate and subside.

With apparent finality, creeping towards her,
I hear her moan, her knees collapse inwards, her hands grasp at the emptiness of the air.
And her thighs clamp me tight in the throes of her pleasure, as she cries-
“Yes, yes, yes-”
But these are not the words of love, nor the
Words of pleasure, or freedom, or absolution, or release.
These are the words of completion, of satisfaction, of conclusion, of outcome.

No-one is calm – There is no calm here.
No-one is silent – As echoes of lust reverberate through-out the enclosed space.
Her body flexes, but it is nothing like a quiescent butterfly.
More a bucking Bronco, or the tiniest vessel lost and tossed on the tempestuous seas, like an abandoned cork.
I raise my wet and dripping chin from her spent thighs, and lick my honey coated lips for her to see.
Her eyes widen, not for what has just passed,
But for what is about to come.

Her wry smile says it all,
Her gaze directed at the bob bob bobbing length between my legs.
The pulsating and throbbing rod of steel that dips and rises as I stride forwards,
Its motion, matching her throbbing need, as she watches, untethered and open-mouthed.
Her eyes close once more, satisfied by the slow, swing of stiffened flesh,
That plays to the same beat as her lust filled body.
And her thighs widen in response, accepting these, unplayed notes of desire.

And I…
I descend once more upon her and guide my expectation upwards.
Eyes close, breaths sigh, bodies are entwined and control relinquished.
I push, and she accepts, and her body takes her onto the next step of revelation.
A kiss is offered and with hands wrapped around me, she responds,
She pulls me into her warmth, she fixes me in place with her hands and heels,
And her body lifts and falls, in tune to the rhythm of sex.

“Myfanwy… Myfanwy… Am I yours.”
“Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes -“

New Girl In Ladies Prison

she was a good girl
but she partied too much
she got in trouble
and dropped out of college
her parents could not control her
smashing the family car again
and again
running away with boys
fucking all hours of the night
cat on a hot tin roof
and it was time to
extinguish her sins
in the Ladies Prison
she stood in the chow line
large women, black women,
straights, gays, lesbos
cunt whores, bikers
perverts
and they looked at the
new girl
“Wait till we get you
in the showers whore”
said the biker lady
“You gonna’ purr like
a kitten down there”
a black lesbo said
she ate her oats
and another big lady
bumped her
“You come to me honey
if you need protection,
I got pussy around her for sale
too,,,, if you need that” she said.
“You be my little cheesecake
& I can be your sexy Mommy”
she said
Buffy, was afraid
and it was time for the showers
The guards told her to strip
near the laundry basket
the guards were licking their lips
her small 5 foot frame
and pointed nipples to the sky
were hard as rock
and her blonde pig tails
were hanging low
her blonde pubic area
had a tuft of fur
and a lady guard
took a smell of her naked
armpit
as the girl reached for a towel
in the shower room
white girls, black girls,
pink girls, whore girls
tattooed and sweet
hairy pussy
bald eagle pussy
Tomboy lesbos
and they watched
the new little girl
touching herself with
a pink soap bar
and they nodded
to each other
“Get her”
they yelled
two black girls and a white
girl pulled her by the
hair
and slapped her face
“To the laundry room”
and they carried her away
like a meat pie–
shoving her down,
onto the leather training table
a bondage room homemade
by guards & inmates
they got her wrists and ankles
in leather cuffs with
stainless steel rings
and she was helpless
she could not fight
they got her restrained
and she peed on the bed
“You like black girls whore?”
asked the white guard
“I could learn” the girl said
Buffy was spread eagled on
the leather table
and the black girls
had evil grins
“You gonna’ be our slave
down here” one said
The black ladies each
took a nipple of Buffy
and bit her nipples
sucking and biting
trying to arouse the girl
she tossed and turned and
could not fight the fight
the white guard
began licking Buffy’s inner thighs
with her long pink tongue
she began a game of cat & mouse
teasing her girl bud
and flicking her tongue on the
girl’s erect clitoris
“Mhhhhhhhh ohhhhh”
and she arched her back
the black girls continued sucking
her pussy
all of a sudden, a black man
entered with a large erection
He walked over to Buffy,
and put his cock on
Buffy’s inner thigh
teasing her
Then he pushed his cock
slowly into her girl hole
he built a tempo
and went in & out
in & out
and she was being fucked
to the gills
“mmmhhhhbaby”
oh yeah she yelled
and he slid in & out
taking slow turns
of pounding her
then stopping & starting
she was being fucked very
hard
the black girls continued sucking
her nipples
& now French kissing her
the white lady also
French kissed the black girls
the man grunted and let his
semen ejaculate from his
cock head
into the girl’s
honey hole
the black girls
dried the
girl’s sweating forehead
with a towel