Saturday, April 12, 2008

My First Time

My First Time

A true story of how a slumber party gets a little dirty when two curious girls, discover a whole new side of themselves.

It was the end of my freshman year of high school and my good friendHolly was having a slumber party. I heard lots of girls were going to bethere but I didn't really know any of them that well so I was a littlenervous. We were all supposed to meet after school in the parking lot sowe could all ride the city bus over to Holly's house.
That Friday, the bell rang and chaos commenced! People were screaming,ripping up papers, setting off smoke bombs, breaking out squirt guns..!I did my fair share of celebrating and rushed out to the bus stop tomeet the others.
I arrived to four of the girls waiting and talking excitedly for thesummer to begin and the great party that was going to take us into it! Ijoined in conversation and soon the others had gathered and we hopped onthe bus to get over to Holly's.
I noticed when we went swimming after our shaving cream fight, that thisgirl, Shawna, had been looking at my breasts underneath my white t-shirtI was wearing. I knew her from my second period class but I had neverreally talked to her for anything more than small talk.
I returned her stare with soft eyes so that she would know I wasn't mad,but she looked away quickly with shyness. I looked her up and down asshe began to splash another of the girls acting as if nothing justhappened. She was a tall girl, with long legs. Her eyes were a softhazel that complimented her dirty blond hair that hung over her eyes.Her breasts were large and stood high and firm under her wet shirt. Icould see that her nipples were hard. One more time our eyes met, butonly for a second again.
That night we all snuggled on the floor and couch watching movies 'tillwe all passed out. I was sleeping soundly when I felt a weight on mychest. I woke to find Shawna rubbing all over my breasts, grabbing andmassaging them. Did she know I was awake? What should I do? I didn'tknow how to react, but I certainly knew that I didn't want her to stop!
I laid still with fear that she would stop if she knew that I was awake.I was growing so wet in my panties and I wanted to touch her so bad!They way she touched my breasts- so firmly and curiously, made me feelbetter than any man I had ever been with.
We were laying on the couch-bed and there were girls all around us. Iwas on the end but she had 2 next to her- not to mention about sevenlaying on the floor below us! I was starting to breathe harder andharder with the excitement of this girl touching me like this. I didn'twant to wake anyone but I wanted this to get deeper and deeper!
I put my hand on hers and pressed it harder on my tits. My nipples wereso hard by now I thought they would explode. Quietly she moved her headup to nibble and suck on them while she slowly moved her hand downwardtowards my pants.
I was SO dripping wet by now and I could feel her long fingers on mypussy through my pants. I placed one hand on her head and combed myfingers through her hair while I took my other hand and guided her handunderneath my shorts and panties.
Her long fingers were clammy and unsteady with nervousness and that mademe even wetter. She finally reached my clit and began to massage it incircles. I let out a moan of pure bliss as she entered me with wetfingers. Now she was kissing me, I think to stifle my moans so that theothers wouldn't hear. Her tongue entwined with mine in and out like shewas licking my pussy. I was bucking into her fingers wildly withexcitement that I couldn't control!
Just as I was about to cum, she pulled her fingers out side of me andsucked off all the juices in between her kisses with me. I could tastemy own saltiness and it made me wanna devour her pussy, swallowing allof her juices.
She climbed on top of me, still in control. The risk of someone seeingus turned me on more and I wanted even more to taste her. She rubbed herfat pussy on mine and I could feel that her pants weren't on anymore.Our legs were bumping the girls next to us but if they knew what we weredoing, the acted like they didn't.
I moved her up so that her titties could reach my mouth and I began tosuck and bite them excitedly while she humped my stomach, letting herjuices cover my whole body!
Slowly she started to move downward licking her own cum off of my bellyand out of my navel. She continued to lick lower and lower and I felt asif I might cum with just the thought of what she was about to do.
Finally she met my clit- breathing on it gently to tease me. She lickedall over my thick pussy lips that were covered in my own cum. She puttwo of her fingers inside of me for a few moments until her tonguejoined in spoiling my pussy with delight.
As her tongue met my clit, I felt as if had spilled something hot andwet on my pussy hole and I could no longer help but make quiet littlemoans as she stroked up and down on my muscle. More wildly now, she wasbiting and sucking my clit, taking it into her mouth and licking allover it. I didn't think that anything could feel better than this untilshe took her fingers out of me and shifted so that I could taste hertoo.
Now in a 69 position, she continued to excitedly lick all over my pussywhile I took out all of my pleasure in her in licking her pussy! Shehumped my face rapidly, rubbing her juices all over my mouth, cheeks andnose! Now, my face completely covered in her love sauces, I began tofuck her with my tongue. With that, she pressed her pussy so hardagainst my face, I could feel my nose in her asshole and I rubbed thatharder against her too.
Her licking never stopped, she kept sucking my clit and fingering mypussy while she gently massaged my asshole. I had moved now to suckingher clit fiercely- how she seemed to like it, and just as I felt that Iwas about to cum, I felt all her juices come flowing out all at once allover my face dripping down onto the bed.
At this she moaned louder than we had yet and I cummed right in hermouth with all the excitement from her orgasm! Gently now, she lickedall around my pussy, trying to take in as much of my juices as shecould. She moved back up to me now and we mixed all out wonderful cumtogether as we kissed one last goodnight kiss.

The Letter

The Letter

The moonlight filters through the thin drapes into our room. We continueto slowly dance around the dimly light room. As we turn and spin, I leanheavily against you and push you onto the bed. I take you and kiss your lips. I move to your chin and down to your neck. I continue to kiss your neck on the side and move towards the back making my way towards your hairline. I trace the bottom of your hairline with my wet tongue until I reach the tip of your ear. I then move to the top of your ear and kiss and gently suck on the edge. I slowly follow the ridge of your ear down to your earlobe. I nibble on your earlobe and suck where it meets your neck again. I then run my tongue to the backside of your ear to where it meets the neck. While I listen to you moan with desire, I suck and lick the small hollow which forms there. I re-wet my tongue and run it roughly up the back of your ear along the crevice where your ear meets your neck.
You try to gain control of me and kiss my neck. However, I manage to flip you over again and continue to kiss your neck. I move down the front and trace your collar bone with my tongue. As I move your shirt back on one side so that I can reach more of the clavicle, you continue to moan and squirm. This just excites me all the more and makes me more passionate. I move down to your shirt and unbutton the first button - all the while trailing with my kisses. I then unbutton another and another. By now, I can access a large portion of your chest and I am just crawling all over you. I am also running my hands wildly up and down your side, your chest, your legs, and across your hips.
I can stand it no more and I rip open the rest of the buttons and tear off your shirt. I run my hands all across your chest and your arms and shoulders. I dive down once more with my mouth. I aim for your belly button and dart my tongue in and out of it. I run my hands all over your inner thighs and up towards your stiff and drooling penis. I move from your belly button to your pants. I rub my mouth over your hardened line and press my lips against you. You are groaning and panting and I am going mad with desire. I reach for the top of your pants and rip them off - taking your socks with them.
I am now at the end of the bed looking up at you and see your precum seeping through your underwear. I want to go down on you now but try to wait. I start at your feet and kiss and touch and lick my way up to your knees. As I reach you knees, I veer inward. I reach the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You are twiching and jumping and I am dripping through my clothes. I kiss and suck my way slowly up the inside of your thighs while I lead the way with my hands. I rub your legs at the sensitive line of your underwear. I feel my body pulsating and I reach up and run my hands all over your groin. I move up suddenly and start to kiss your thick, hard shaft through your underwear. You are now so erect that the head is peaking out of the top and I move up and quickly dart my tongue over it. I pull your underwear back and thrust my mouth down on your manhood. You gasp and I moan. I swiftly remove you from your captivity.
I hold you in my hand as I climb up and mount one of you legs. I can feel you pulsate in my hand. Once again I run my tongue over the head and along the shaft. I run my tongue up and done and all around the head. I taste more precum being secreted and I vigorously suck on your penis trying to draw more ambrosia out. I continue to suck while I move my head up and down so that I move up and down your shaft. As I am doing this I am grinding madly into your leg getting more and more excited. I move back up to the head of your penis and pull the skin down some. I thrust the tip of my tongue into the center of this ungodly delightful object. I run it around and around the inside of the hole.
I run my hands all around your body - wherever I can reach. I rub yourlegs, your stomach, your balls. I gasp as I am charged with a surge ofexcitment. It is becoming very difficult to concentrate on you becauseI am getting so excited. I remove my mouth and pump you with my hand while I sit up and grind even more on your leg. We are groaning andgasping and panting quite rapidly now. I notice your level of excitementand dive back down on you. I hold the base of your shaft with my handbecause you are starting to thrust involuntarily now. This is a good sign since I realize that I am about to come. I continue to suckon you even harder and harder. I feel your body tensing and thenyou release. This pushes me over the edge and I scream and suck andgrind as we both orgasm together. I suck on you till you can take nomore and I sit up press hard on your leg and continue to shudder as my orgasm subsides.
After this I remove my drenched clothing and we lie in each othersarms and kiss affectionately. After a while we slip into a peacefulslumber.

Lessons from the Heart

Lessons from the Heart

Kimber is a very sexy and sensual lady who turned peoples heads wherever she happened to go. She was of average height, about 5'4" and weighed a slender 112. Her skin was snow white fair and there is not a blemish to be found. She had very long, curly hair that was deep auburn in color, and eyes that were as brown as mahogany. Her body exuded sexuality with it's smallish, b-cup breasts and pert, deep red nipples. Her vagina was dainty and tender, hidden under a bush of deep brown hair.
You are probably wanting to know why, or how, I know so much about Kimber and her personal assets. Maybe my story will fill you in on all of the details.
I lived in a small college town while I was attending school in South Georgia. I had my own apartment just on the outskirts of town, but the high cost of living alone was beginning to pile up around me. I decided to get a roommate so I ran an ad in the local paper. I was looking for someone who was very compatible with me. I'd had my share of living with people who were not really of the highest quality, so I wasn't about to just let anyone into my overly expensive, but humble home. Several people called and inquired about the extra room, but none really sparked any interest in my mind....that is, until Kimber called.
She was very warm and open, her honesty and sincerity genuinely impressed me. She was from a very tiny town about 20 or so miles away from school, so her living arrangements weren't working out at all. We chatted about this and that for quite awhile. I could tell immediately that it would work out for her to move in. I told her that she could come on by and check the place out, she agreed and said that she would be coming over later that evening. Before we hung up I told her that if she liked she could bring her stuff with her. I explained that I was really impressed with her and as far as I was concerned, she had the room. She shyly agreed and told me that she felt the same about me. We ended our conversation and agreed that if she liked the apartment and wanted to stay, she could, if not, she could stay temporarily so that she was closer to school and could continue to search for another place.
Later that evening she arrived with all of her things, she didn't have alot so it didn't take long to help her get all of it out of her car. She really liked that apartment and thought that she would be very happy there.....I agreed. I helped her get set up in her room and we were not surprised that we hit it off so well from the start. We were close in age so it was normal that we had very similar interests.
She was absolutely stunning, her appearance was soft and very fragile. She was just the sort of person I had expected, when I met her face to face it only solidified the feelings I'd already had about her. Her honesty, sincerity, and openness were apparent in her face and mannerisms.
Kimber was two years older than I was, she was 21 and I had just turned 19. We sat up all night talking about what I could expect from my sophomore and junior years in college. She shared from her own experience and didn't cloud it with the usual rigidness that you got from some of the other students. Usually when I asked what to expect in the next years of school, the answers were given from a very condescending, authoritative point of view. She wasn't like that at all, she shot me straight on everything. I found myself becoming very attached to her, I loved the way she spoke with her hands. She was cultured and very feminine, attributes I hadn't refined in myself. I felt like I was with my sister, she had died years before in an accident. Kimber brought back those memories of having someone to turn to, to confide in, and to learn from. I was somewhat hesitant about getting close to people after my sisters death, especially women. They always seemed to be so cold, callous, and somewhat lacking lifes true beauty and love.....Kimber wasn't like that at all.
We talked up into the early hours of the morning, laughing and reminiscing about our experiences. We shared our pain and pleasures. I talked to her about my sister, and what her death had done to me. I told her all about our relationship and the closeness we shared. Kimber laughed with me as I talked about our good times, and wept with me as I told her about the loss and pain I had suffered as a result of her being killed. I was really enjoying getting to know her. I continually found it easier to open up to her, she received every detail of my own life as if she had been there. She really listened to me, my lost loves, my sad times, my pains and pleasures. It had been a long time since I had opened up to anyone, and I was still a little guarded about doing so. We decided that it would be useless for us to go to bed since it was already 7:30am, so we decided that we could do a good housecleaning to celebrate our new friendship.
We both got up and went into our shared bathroom. The apartment was small so we would both be using the same bathroom, it didn't mind to bother her a bit. I was modest and had never really had any female friends, so I wasn't sure what I thought about sharing a bathroom quite yet. All throughout our togetherness, I found that Kimber was really interested in what I had to say. She seemed to be able to open me up and help me get the "real me" out into the open. I stood, brushing my hair at the mirror, when I saw her begin to undress for a shower. I felt a little insecure, it was so easy for her to talk and be open, I on the other hand was somewhat timid and shy. I couldn't help looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her body was beautiful, soft and sensual. It's lines met to compose perfect composition and was toned just enough to create a elegant shape that easily pleased the eye.
I think that she felt that her nakedness made me feel a little uncomfortable, she quickly and easily strummed up a conversation that had us both laughing and giggling. She was busily talking as I watched her remove the cotton panties that she was wearing. I couldn't help but to look at her vagina, it had been so long since I had seen a female in the buff. The last was my sister the night of my accident. Her pubic hairs were shaved into a perfect heart- shape that both delighted and excited me. I thought that it looked absolutely wonderful!
I had never before, in any relationship with a girl, had any bisexual tendencies. I had never been able to get close enough to anyone to even develop a close friendship. I was feeling something new, something that I had never known could happen to me. I wasn't at all surprised at the notion that I could admire Kimber's beauty, after all, I saw lots of pretty girls at school every day. But what was unusual to me was that I could also admire a beauty within. Something that lovers or best friends know. It did surprise me however, surprised me that I felt perfectly natural about feeling Kimber's energy and experiencing a true, although new, friendship. It had been a very long time since I had allowed anyone to get close to me, or since I had tried to make any friends.
I turned towards her and embarrassingly asked how she had done that so perfectly. I told her that it looked very, very sexy and that I wouldn't mind having mine shaved in the same fashion. I completely blew myself away, I would have never thought that I could look a woman in the eye and say that she had a pretty pussy! I thought that her heart was a very special thing, something that made her feel good and sensual. I thought and said shyly that I would consider having mine shaved in the same fashion. I asked her to tell me how to do it so the if I did decide to shave myself, I could get the same perfect results she had.
She smiled a sweet smile and assured me that I didn't have to be embarrassed or feel insecure about asking her. She had picked up easily on my fear of what she might think about me being so forward. Kimber began to explain the detailed process. She told me in careful detail about drawing the shape, exactly how and where to shave, and of course, the continual upkeep that was necessary. I was amazed at how such a thing could be so complex, but everything she said made perfect sense. It wasn't easy to explain, I could tell it was difficult for her to put it all into words. Finally, in total frustration, she threw her hands high in the air, laughed out loud, and told me that it was really something that she could show me alot easier than tell me about. She asked if I wanted her to shave me and if so, what kind of shape would I like to have. I thought briefly and decided that it was about time that my life had some kind of excitement in it. After all, studying for an astro physics exam was the height of most of my weekends. I looked again at her very pretty vagina, saw the glorious figure an blurted out a loud yes...I want it! We both broke into sudden laughter, she knew this was a "coming out experience" for me. She said that she thought that it would do me alot of good to have something special to look at in the shower rather than the same old pubic hair poking out everywhere.
She told me about her boyfriend and how he had encouraged her to do it. She said that it really did wonders for their love life, but since they had broken up, nobody had seen it in awhile. I was wondering how I could ask her how she felt about doing it for me...but couldn't think of a way without really sounding stupid. I also wondered what she felt about being together naked, doing such a thing.
We talked about sizes and shapes for the heart and finally decided on a very rounded heart that had definite form and shape, just as hers did. We thought it best that the point of the heart began at the point just below where my vaginal lips began to part, therefore my shaven clitoris area would highlight the image. Kimber retrieved a fresh razor, some shaving cream, and an eyeliner. I undressed and we got in the shower together. It was obvious that this was a new experience for the both of us. That reassured me a bit, I didn't want her to feel my uneasiness, but I also wasn't sure what she was thinking. We were both a little awkward for a few minutes while we let the water wet us down. But before long, it was just like something very average and very natural. We were both experiencing the others sexuality and it felt good to be that close and not be all nervous and shaky.
I felt a warmth begin to grow between my legs as Kimber knelt before me. We were both silent as she carefully drew the heart with the eyeliner, through my pubic hair, onto my skin. It took her a couple of minutes and she was going very slowly. I felt myself becoming more and more relaxed as she was doing her detailed work on my vagina. She leaned back and admired her artistry as I watched the droplets from the shower head stream down her back. She stood up and asked me how I liked it, she looked earthy as the water was dripping from her hair and face, she had a very natural look, and the water only emphasized that. I bent over to get a better look and told her that the drawn line was absolutely stupendous. We both smiled happily at each other and giggled quite a bit.
I watched her fill her hand with the shaving cream as the menthol aroma rose and encircled me. I then felt her hand reach between my legs, the warmth sent sensations throughout my body, soothing any remaining nervousness that I had. Kimber began to spread the cream all around my vagina, allowing, at times, her fingertips to massage against my clitoris. I felt some of my juices ooze forth onto her hand. I was becoming very aroused as the whole experienced continued. I could tell she was also beginning to enjoy the encounter we were having.
Kimber took the razor in her hand and began to trace the lines of the eyeliner pencil that were barley visible through the shaving cream. I watched as each hair it touched was removed from my skin, giving me a sense of confidence that the end result would be glorious. I had to bend over a bit so that she could shave over my lips, so my legs were spread apart and she had a very good view. I glanced down at her breasts, the sight of her deep red nipples becoming already firm brought my own nipples to full erection. I felt myself slipping deeper and deeper into ecstasy. And I saw her begin to gaze deeply into my womanhood.
The warmth of her hand, the coolness of the shaving cream, and the sharp edge of the razor caused sensations that allowed me to let out a whispery sigh. I looked once more as Kimber was spreading my lips apart as she was shaving their inner walls, her hands were shaky and I knew, she also, was very aroused. I watched as the last of my pubic hair came off, she again leaned back to admire her work. She looked up at me with a knowing and sensuous smile and asked how I liked it. I bent, looked, and there before me, on my own body, was an exact copy of the shape she had her hairs shaved into. It was the most glorious thing I had every seen in my own 19 years, and I told her so.
She agreed and stood up to face me, she put her things down and asked if I would like her to lather my back and legs. We were both aware of where this whole episode was leading and we both seemed to want to go there. I smiled and nodded yes to her, I wanted to feel her hands on my body again. She turned me slowly so that my back was to her. I was anticipating her next move and luxuriating in my own pleasures. She took the soap and rubbed a generous amount into her hands. She started at the base of my ankles and lathered her way up to my inner thighs. I had never felt such a pleasure as that before. Feeling the warm water caress my skin while she cleaned my body made me feel refreshed and whole. I moaned and sighed in agreement with her motions, and she did the same. She continued in silence, washing and massaging my body. It was the most relaxing and soothing thing that had ever been done to me!
After what seemed like a very long time, she turned me to face her again. We looked at each other with warmth and the love that only two women can share. She put her arms around me and placed them on my wet behind. She pulled us together and we embraced. Our hot, soapy bodies pressed against each other created ripples of ecstasy that ran through us simultaneously. I felt drops of my cum roll down the inside of my thighs as I put my hand onto the side of one of her breasts. The electricity was extraordinary, my feelings had never before been so beautifully expressed through touch. I caressed the skin as she let her eyes close and let out a very low, deep moan. Our vaginas were right at each other and I could feel her heat on me, as she could also feel mine.
Kimber took her hand and placed it between my legs, she let her fingers probe the area of my vagina with tenderness and care. I began to move against her motions as my pleasure heightened. I also moved my hand down between her legs and inserted two fingers in her vagina. It was very hot and very creamy. We both began to move our fingers in and out of each other, slowly at first, but soon our pace quickened. The newness of our experience continued to carry us through wave after wave of deep penetrating emotions, that were giving and receiving in the same turn .
There we were, connected as on. Each masturbating the other to an orgasm the we both knew was very near. We were both pumping our fingers into the other, probing deeper with each dive. We were moaning and breathing heavily with each stroke and plunge from the other. We were savoring our newfound horizon and friendship. Never before had either of us done or thought about anything like this before. We were wrapped up in the pure, raw, and all encompassing feeling of total unbridled pleasure, and it's effect was astounding.
I felt that I was very close to orgasm, and Kimber, also was close. Our pressure was steadily building and we were each about to explode! Finally, the time came. We looked tenderly at each other and again let our eyes close. We felt the other contract their muscles and let the juices flow freely. I felt Kimber's cum pour down onto me, like a river, filling my hand. Mine also gushed forth coating her fingers and hand. The sweet smell of our juices surrounded us in an aroma of pleasure and we again embraced lovingly. After a moment of recovery, we got out of the shower, I admired my newly shaven vagina in the mirror while Kimber licked and sucked my breasts, only to encourage me to love her body some more. We then went off to the same bed and spent the remainder of the weekend making love and exploring each other on a very deep, personal level.
We had discovered something that night, we had experienced something new to the both of us. By allowing our inhibitions to leave us, and to let true feelings come through, we, as two people, could easily express love for the other through what simply felt good. That was an important lesson for me, and one I had needed to learn for a long time.
We continued to lived and loved together for two more years before she graduated....soon after that she married a mutual friend of ours. I haven't seen Kimber in over four years, she moved oversees with her new family, but maybe I'll run into her some day. My husband, whom I also married shortly after graduation, loves the heart I wear below my cotton panties. I still keep a pair of small scissors handy to clip any out-of-place hairs, and my heart shaped vagina is still as glorious as it was on that unforgettable day!
I smile to myself now as I recall those times. We learned together, how to live and love unconditionally, how to give and receive with kindness, respect, and sincerity, and that we could be free enough to express ourselves through love and friendship.
Those lessons...I will never forget!

A Leopard's Spots

A Leopard's Spots

DO YOU FEEL LIKE TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT, SANDY?
Look. I'm no angel, okay? Bobby knew he wasn't marrying a nun, but he married me, anyway. And I never once fooled around on him, or even flirted very much with anyone else, after we got married. I'm not proud of the way I was making a living when we met, but he hasno idea how hard it was, and there isn't anything I can do, now, to changeany of that, anyway. CHANGE WHAT?
The way I lived. I was still in high school when things got so bad at home, I had tosplit. Mom was always pickled in her cheap wine and dad -- dear old dad -- when he wasn't slapping me around, was giving me goo-goo eyes and cominginto my bedroom at night to grab some cheap feels of my `new equipment.' After he fell asleep one night, I grabbed his wallet and mom's`secret' grocery money, hitchhiked to Bangor and hopped on a bus, buying aone way ticket for as far away as I could get -- that happened to bedowntown Baltimore. I didn't expect the folks to come looking for me, and they didn't. Iwas on my own. I was 16. I had about fifty dollars and a suitcase full of fairly decentclothes. I had seen enough `Geraldos' about street kids to know I didn'twant to start hanging out like that. Living in a filthy, rat- and bug-infested dump was worse than what I left.
SO, WHAT DID YOU DO?
I worked. I couldn't get a decent job, of course, because I didn'thave my diploma and I had no experience at anything. I worked for `Mom andPop' type businesses because they'd pay me under the table and I didn'thave to fill out a lot of forms. I lived in dumpy, but fairly clean, roomsand kept pretty much to myself. Always having someplace safe to sleep atnight was my goal. It wasn't like the movies. I never worked for any really nice people.
Never for a woman who was like some `TV mom' who wanted to take me intotheir home and take care of me. Just hard working people who wanted me towork hard, too. The problem was always sex.
SEX? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
Well, you see how I look, right?
YES. OF COURSE.
Well, either the guy running the place (and one time it was the woman)or a customer would get to the point where they couldn't keep their handsoff me. It never failed to happen. I'd get my boobs grabbed in the backroom or told I had to fuck him to get my pay and I'd split. See, I was innocent, but not stupid. I knew what they wanted andbeing forced into something like that would wreck this sense of security Ihad built up for myself. And my security was all that I had. I wasn't avirgin -- I had had a boyfriend in tenth grade -- but this wasn't the same. Does any of this make sense to you?
SURE. I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE SAYING, SANDY. YOU HAD SET UP BOUNDARYLINES AROUND YOURSELF, AND THE SEXUAL HARASSMENT CROSSED THOSE LINES.
Exactly! Anyway, that's when I'd split. Sometimes getting my last paycheck,sometimes not. So, by now, I just had my 17th birthday and I'm out of work, again. And each time it seems to get harder and harder to find that next job. Well, I'm in my favorite Dunkin' Donuts, crying in my coffee, when oneof the other regulars sits down next to me. This guy, Mr. Harper, hung there, too, and was always polite but notquite friendly, keeping his distance. I could deal with that. He wasn'tlike the sleaziods always coming over and drooling down my neck. He asks what's wrong and I tell him. I didn't have any friends, andafter almost a year on my own, it felt nice to have somebody to talk to. We talked and talked and he offered to buy me lunch down atHarborPlace. It was a beautiful day and the food was great and Mr. Harperwas so concerned about my welfare. His timing couldn't have been better.
FOR WHAT?
His proposition.
HE PROPOSITIONED YOU?
No, that's just it, HE didn't. At least, not for what you think. Here's this older guy, who looks like he could be a college professoror something, and he's being nice to me -- without any hint of coming on tome. And I'm beginning to feel better. I still feel safe and now I'mactually laughing at some of the funny things he's saying. We spent the day at the harbor, and he even takes me on a boat ride. Over dinner, in a `Little Italy' restaurant with candles on the tables, heasks me where I'm staying. Immediately, my defenses come up. Why's he want to know? He tells me he knows a place out in the county. He said it's cleanand cheap and he knows the owner who would keep an eye out for my safety. I ask him why I'd want to move out of the city and he smiles and saysthat he might have a good-paying job for me, if I want it. Here comes the proposition. He tells me a friend of his owns a couple of clubs, two on "The Block"and two more in the county. He says if I would dance (`AND ONLY DANCE,SANDY,' he says), I could soon make enough money to really live on my own. I tell him no, but he's not done his sales pitch, yet. He says withthat kind of money, I could get a real apartment, like the young singleshave, get a car, maybe even get my diploma and go to college. He told me Icould get a real life -- something I wanted very much. I tell him I'm only 17 and he says `no problem.' He keeps talking and tells me a lot of college girls are dancers,earning their tuition, and leaving as soon as they graduate; and how othergirls make enough money to start their own business from dancing. Talk, talk, talk. He talked my ear off.
SO, WHAT HAPPENED? I got the job. That night, we drove out to the club and met the manager. He didn'teven make me undress. He told me what hours I'd have to work and I'd haveto stay out of the booze and drugs (no problem for me, at that time). Whenhe told me what I'd be making a week, I couldn't believe it. It soundedlike so much money to me. Enough money to make me think I could do exactlywhat Mr. Harper said I could do -- work there a short time and quit intothe real world. The next day, Mr. Harper helped me move into a decent studio-apartment-type room in a motel about a hundred feet up the road from theclub. He also took my picture and made me a driver's license, socialsecurity card, and new birth certificate that said I was `Sandra Beech'(sandy beach -- get it?) and that I was just under 20 years old. I started dancing topless that night.
YOU STARTED A CAREER.
Very funny.
BECOMING A NUDE DANCER WAS THAT EASY FOR YOU, SANDY?
Well, it may seem that easy to you, but you weren't living the life Iwas, then. I was alone and poor and scared and nervous and embarrassed,but I was also young and had been convinced by a master salesman. I was soexcited about making money, how I made it was secondary in my mind. Besides, I knew what I looked like and thought I might as well make somemoney out of showing them what they all wanted to see. But, it didn't take me long to realize that it wasn't all hearts andflowers the way it had been describe to me.
AND YOU WERE SURPRISED?
Yes, I guess I was. Most of the other girls were on booze or coke or speed and all theirmoney went that way. As a matter of fact, they couldn't make enough moneydancing. But extra money was easy to make in that club -- you just let theguys take you into the back room, or out to their pickup, or up to themotel and buy whatever they could afford -- a hand-job, or blow-job, or afuck. You gave a little piece of the profit to the club, and the rest wasyours.
HOOKING. DID YOU HOOK, SANDY?
Not right away. Of course, I told myself that I would never hook likethat; that I didn't have any addictions like the other girls. But I did. Here I am, this young, pretty girl, down from the backwoods of Maineand all of a sudden, I have money. More money than I ever had in my life. It wasn't long before I had a closet full of new clothes. And then a car -- a hot, new Mustang convertible. Then I could afford a new apartment,which meant I needed furniture and a TV and a stereo... I was addicted to shopping, and within months I was borrowing againstmy next week's paycheck. Nobody had ever taught me how to handle money andI was still a kid. Finally, the manager refused to advance me any more money. He said ifI didn't stop spending, there was only one way of keeping up with my bills. I knew what he meant. I also knew that I was the most popular girl inthe place. I was young, pretty, had a great body with big tits...
THAT'S A FACT!
Oh, hush! I also wasn't a burn-out like most of the other girls. Anyway, being very practical about the whole thing, I asked the othergirls what they charged and doubled it. From that first weekend on, I hadno trouble filling my `dance card' for the back room. My biggest surprise was that it wasn't sex for me -- it was business.
DID YOU GET OUT OF DEBT?
Did I! I was determined never to get in money problems again. I worked fivenight a week, dancing for my salary and earning my bonus in the back room. I didn't turn anyone away and I didn't give discounts. I developed a right arm like Arnold Swartzenegger and I really couldsuck a golf ball through a garden hose. Tying knots in cherry stems waskid's stuff! It was true piecework...
GROAN!
Stop it! You know what I mean. Now let me talk! Move'em in and move'em out. High volume, low overhead. That's how Iworked. Even my pussy developed very special talents.
DIDN'T YOU WORRY ABOUT CATCHING SOMETHING?
No, not really. I was 17 - 18, and feeling immortal. I got the crabsa couple of times, but that was it. If they looked scrungy, I just whippeda rubber on them. The important part for me was that, soon, I paid everyone off, and hadtoo much money to bank. I started filling a safe deposit box with hundreddollar bills.
Anyway, that's who I was. I didn't make any secrets about it. One night, while I'm dancing, a bunch of guys come in -- regulars. They stopped in about once every two weeks or so. Definitely Prep schoolmaterial -- all cotton and Docksides. Probably college guys. They werealways well behaved and I had been in the back room with all of them, atone time or another. They were even good tippers. So...anyway... That night, I'm dancing and they come in. Only theyhave a new guy with them. He's shy and blushes a lot as I play up to himand jiggle my boobs and wiggle my ass in his face. Everybody else is goingcrazy, but this guy keeps his hands to himself, except when he slips atwenty into my garter. His friends are razzing him and when my set ends, I sit with hiscrowd. They want the new kid, Bobby, to take me in the back room, but hesmiles at me and says, `I'd rather take you out to dinner.' He's cute and nice and his friends are giving him such a hard time, Ifeel sorry for him and want to cut him a break. I tell him to pick me upin front of the club the next night and we'll go out to dinner.
AND THE REST IS HISTORY?
You laugh, but it was almost that simple. He was a really nice guy. He came from a large, rich family thatlives in `The Valley' and he was always the `Black Sheep' because he didn'ttoe daddy's line. The final offense was when he enlisted in the Navyinstead of going to college. He was ready to get out when I met him, andhe was scared and lonely about what was to come. Cut out of the family'sbusiness, he was looking for work and was determined to make it on his own.
He reminded me of me when I showed up in Baltimore. He got my sympathy. He never came to the club, again, but we dated onmy nights off. We didn't have sex for months after we met, and when wedid, it was quiet and sweet and tender. I had been on my own for over three years, and dancing for over two,and was tired. When he asked me to marry him, I accepted.
HOW DID BOBBY'S FAMILY TAKE IT?
Well, there wasn't much to take. The day after I quit dancing, wewere married in the Court House and only Matt, Bobby's younger brother,came. We had to borrow a secretary from down the hall to be our otherwitness. We were pretty sure they knew all about me. Bobby's old high schoolfriends knew, of course, and we just assumed the word got back to Bobby'sparents. He was probably embarrassed by that, but we didn't see them veryoften, anyway. We got a new apartment and Bobby found a pretty good job because ofhis Navy training. I studied and got my GED, took courses at Essexcommunity college, transferred to Towson State University and got my A.A. -- all in just three years. I was 22 when I was hired as an administrative assistant in the countyplanning office.
PRETTY IMPRESSIVE, SANDY. DID BOBBY EVER GET TO SEE HIS FAMILY? WERE
YOU INVITED FOR HOLIDAYS AND CELEBRATIONS?
Invited? No. Matt sometimes stopped by, but for years, we only sawhis family at wakes and funerals. His dad is a very cold guy. No hugs, just handshakes. Bobby said hewas always like that -- always on this super-macho power and control trip. And his mom! The biggest snob in the world. She really looked down hernose at me. I think it really bothered her that I got my education anddidn't talk and act and dress like a hillbilly. And, other than Matt,Bobby's brothers (and their wives) were all the same as his parents --stuck-up snobs. It was a shame. I think Bobby was too nice a person for their familyand he made them uncomfortable. I was just the easy excuse why theyshunned him. It was sad to watch. All Bobby wanted was to be accepted. He would have done anything for them. He was like a little puppy aroundhis father. But they could never forgive him. They were too proud. All Bobby'spast sins were forgotten when he married me. I was the focus of all oftheir hatred. I guess I can understand, to some degree. I probablywouldn't be too happy if my son married a whore. But, I wasn't a whore anymore. I didn't do those kinds of things any more -- I was respectable. But it didn't matter to them. They would have rather Bobby married somelittle squeaky-clean little Yuppie girl -- some girl who probably fuckedthe football team in college to get into her sorority! See what just thinking about it does to me?
I SEE. DOES ALL OF THIS HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH WHY YOU'RE HERE?
Of course! It has EVERYTHING to do with why I'm here. It was because of Matt. Matt, Bobby's younger brother was gettingmarried, and as a fence-mending idea, he asked Bobby to be his best man. I'm sure it pissed everybody off, but there was no way they could notinvite us to all the wedding dinners and things. The rehearsal dinner was bad enough -- talk about feeling a chill! -- but the next night was the Bachelor Party and against my better judgement,but to please Bobby, I agreed to spend the night at his parents' housewhile the guys went out for dinner and then back to our place. After dinner with all the other wives and Bobby's mother, we all gotinto the wine pretty good and Bobby's mom really got on her high horse. Iheard one too many comments about my `less-than-reputable-past' and my`legendary availability to the opposite sex' that I grabbed my overnightbag, my coat and my car keys. I wasn't spending one more second with thenasty, old bitch. When I got to our house, it was obvious the party had moved here. There were cars all over the place and I had to park a block away. I rang the bell and knocked and a very drunk Bobby answered the door,yelling, "Let the games begin!" Then, quieter, "Oh! Sandy. I thought itwas the stripper." As I walked into the livingroom, I heard Bobby's father snicker,"Hmpf! It is, isn't it?" And a good chunk of the crowd joined him in alaugh. I felt myself blush as I passed through the room. Bobby didn't cometo my defense and I had had enough of his family's cheap shots at me forone night. Furious, I grabbed two wine coolers out of the fridge andlocked myself in our bedroom. Downing the two coolers in record time, I sat on the bed so pissedoff, I couldn't see straight. It didn't matter to Bobby's family at allthat the past was long behind me, that I had worked hard to be respectableand get a good job, that I was a good wife for their son. And I saw redthinking of Bobby not coming to my defense. How could he let me down likethat, especially in front of his father? I could tell from the noise that the stripper had arrived. I wasgoing to stay in the bedroom until she left, but thought, `fuck it,' andwalked into the kitchen for a few more coolers. Bobby was standing in the doorway, watching the stripper. `Thanks for coming to my rescue, Sir Galahad,' I sneered. He turned and looked at me, `Big deal. You fucked half the guys herefor money and you're offended my father called you a stripper?' Even as buzzed as I was, I knew it wasn't the time or place to getinto it with him. I looked over his shoulder. The stripper was a short, cute redheadwith great legs, but no chest. She was naked and taking Matt's cock out ofhis fly. As she straddled his legs, I couldn't believe he was gettingmarried on Saturday night and sticking his cock up a strange cunt on Fridaynight -- what a family! I couldn't let the moment go, without a shot at Bobby, `She'sabsolutely tit-less. I hope you didn't pay a lot for her, Bobby.' `Why don't you show us yours, Sandra, dear? As a point ofcomparison.' Bobby's dad had been standing next to the doorway and Ihadn't seen him until he turned and gave me his slimiest smile. Of course, if daddy said `jump,' Bobby was in the air asking `howhigh?' He raised his glass and downed his Scotch and nodded, `Yeah, Sandy,show us YOUR tits!' He said it loud enough that several people on either side of him beganto chant, `Show us your tits! Show us your tits!' They followed me down the hall to the bedroom and banged on the lockeddoor as they chanted at me. The hurt, the booze, the put-downs, Bobby siding with his family, Mattscrewing a whore, guests in our house banging on my door... I screamed as I opened the door. The were quiet as the let me passthrough them into the livingroom. I climbed up on to the coffeetable. Ifound Bobby's face in the drunken crowd. `Fuck all of you, and start the music!'
I was wearing a white crepe blouse and a black wool skirt. Underthem, I had on a camisole and halfslip, bra, panties and pantyhose. Notthe typical stripper's costume. I grabbed a mug of beer out of the hand of a nearby spectator andchugged it as I started to pick up the beat of the music. I could feel itinside me and all those thousands of hours dancing were not forgotten. Though mostly dancing topless or naked, I had done a few strips in my day,and I knew what the boys liked. I undid my blouse buttons and dropped the feathery material off myshoulders and arms, leaving my long scarf tied around my neck. I liftedthe satin camisole up and over my head and threw it into the crowd. Idanced a little bit, showing them my tits in my bra before I beganunzipping my skirt. When it fell to my feet, I kicked it away and droppedmy halfslip quickly. Knowing nobody found pantyhose sexy, I made shortwork of them, rolling them down off my hips and having a couple of boyspull them off my feet. I was in my bra and panties, and no one had left the room. Bobby wasstill standing next to his father, who was clapping to the beat likeeveryone else. The crowd was wild. The stripper was sitting on the sofa,between two of Bobby's brothers, giving both of them hand-jobs as shecheered me on. I reached behind me and undid my clasp. The straps fell off myshoulders and down my arms, but I held the cups to my breasts with my arms.With the boys yelling for more, I bent over in front of Bobby's dad and letthe bra fall to the floor. As the boys roared their approval, I thrust mychest out until they almost touched his nose. He began to raise his handto touch me and I danced to the other side of the table. I owned the crowd and knew it. This was MY powerplay. I was incontrol and I liked it. My panties disappeared in a flash and they all saw that I was anatural blonde. I untied the scarf from around my neck and let it drapeover my sweating, naked flesh like some demented snake. I twisted it tightand ran it between my tits and then between my legs, pulling it up tightinto my ass and cunt. I jumped off the table in front of Billy's dad and tossed the scarfaround the back of his neck. I looked into Billy's eyes as I pulled hisfather's face down to mine. His father's lips met mine and his tongueexploded into my mouth and his hands grabbed my asscheeks. As his handsslid up my body to pinch my hard nipples I confirmed what I had know allalong about Billy's dad -- he was just as dirty as I was.
WHEW! WHAT HAPPENED NEXT, SANDY? DID HE FUCK YOU?
Him and everybody else. Well, not everybody. Some guys cleared outfast when Billy's dad plopped me down on the coffeetable and dropped hispants and shorts. His intentions were clear, as they say. What happened next? It became a real family affair. All four ofBobby's brothers fucked me, including Matt, who I had always considered afriend, and then whoever else was there took their shot. There were enoughguys left to keep me and the stripper full of hard cock for the next twohours or so.
BOBBY'S FATHER AND THE SITUATION MANIPULATED YOU. HOW COULDYOU LET THAT HAPPEN, SANDY?
What can I say? I lowered myself to their expectations. I let myselfbecome what they thought I was all along. Bobby just stood there and watched. Sometime later in the evening,his father was sitting on the sofa with his hands buried in my hair and hisdick buried in my mouth and I heard him say, `Bobby, my boy, you have greattaste in whores, but lousy taste in wives!' and then he laughed, and kepton laughing as I swallowed his cum. I woke up with a real banger of a headache. I was on our bed with twoguys I didn't recognize, and my ass slipped in a small puddle of still-wetcum that had dripped out of my cunt. I hadn't been in a gangbang like thatsince I entertained at a Knights of Columbus party years ago. I peed and brushed my teeth and threw on a robe. I smelled coffee. The sofa and chairs in the livingroom were filled with sleepingbodies. The stripper was curled up on the floor with Bobby's naked 14 yearold cousin, both snoring. I winced as I remembered him cumming in my pussyand mouth the night before. Bobby's father was in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee. He lookedlike he was on his way out to the office -- clean shaven, hair combed,dressed in his jacket and tie -- the perfect businessman. `Sandra,' he smiled, `you look like shit.' `I feel like shit. Who are all these people?' My feeble attempt athangover humor. `But, my dear, you know all of them intimately.' Again, the diamond-cutting smile. `Are you happy? Did you prove to Bobby that he married a whore?' He handed me his empty cup and walked toward the front door, `No,Sandra, YOU proved to Bobby he married a whore.' I threw the cup at him but it shattered against the wall.
WHAT A TERRIBLE SITUATION, SANDY! I FEEL SO BAD FOR YOU. WHERE WASBOBBY? DID YOU GO TO THE WEDDING?
Wedding? Ha! I found Bobby in the guest room. I woke him up and told him to geteverybody out of the house. I locked myself in the bathroom and stayed inthe shower until I couldn't cry anymore. Bobby and I argued all day about whether to go to the wedding. Finally we decided that he had to go because he was the best man, and Icould go, but didn't have to sit with his family. I sat in the car until it was almost time to start, and then I satnear the back of the church, alone in a pew. None of the ushers, who wereall at the party, looked me in the eye, but the bride stared at me as shewalked past. Her father looked familiar and I was trying to remember if hewas at the party, too. The ceremony began and when the priest asked if anyone knew why thecouple shouldn't be joined in `holy matrimony,' the bride whisperedsomething and the priest handed her the microphone. She turned around andfaced the congregation. I hadn't been to enough formal weddings to knowthat this was unusual. She lifted her veil and smiled at the crowd, `Good Evening, everyone. I'm very pleased to see all of you here for this occasion. I have a shortannouncement to make. I'm not getting married tonight.' Everyone in the church mumbled something and the bride continued overthe outburst `...You see, I found something out about my fiancee, and Idon't think I can go through with the wedding.' `Oh-oh,' I thought. I grabbed my purse to make a fast getaway, but Iwasn't fast enough. `Can everyone see the pretty blonde in the back of the church?' Thebride was pointing right at me! And every eye in the place followed herpretty index finger. `Well, she was my future sister-in-law. She's married to the bestman, my fiancee's brother. Well, last night, at the Bachelor Party, thatpretty blonde screwed my fiancee, his brothers, his father, all the ushers,and even my father!' Well, that answered my question about him! The bride's mother passedout and her head hitting the pew front resounded throughout the silentchurch. `That slut,' the bride continued, `used to be a cheap barroom whore,and last night she sucked and fucked every man at the bachelor party!'
HOLY SHIT!
You can say that, again! Fortunately, I drove, so I hopped into the car and peeled rubbergetting out of there. I went to the house, filled the car up with myclothes and make-up and drove here. I've been here since.
DO YOU THINK BOBBY WILL FIND YOU, HERE? IT'S KIND OF ANOBVIOUS CHOICE.
You're assuming he's looking. I don't think he is. And I can't blamehim if he's not. You can't change a leopard's spots.
So, did you come back here to talk or to fuck? We better get it on. It looks like I was missed and my old fan club has been lining up to get apiece of me since I came back. I've been on my back so much, I barely havetime to dance!
No, don't worry about that -- let's live dangerously and do itbareback.

Leigh's Story

Leigh's Story

She was humming as she changed the sheets from the smooth percale she likedto the fuzzy flannel he preferred. She imagined what she would do to himtonight, and her humming grew quieter until finally it ceased. First she would undress him, slowly, slowly, kissing him softly as eachbit of flesh became visible. "To keep it from getting cold," she would sayteasingly. They'd done this before -- he would say, "No fear of that!" andthey would laugh together as she began to stroke his skin with her warmhands. Then she would push him slowly back until he fell onto the bed and shewould take his penis into her hand. By now he would be fully erect, and itwould jump as she touched it. They would laugh again at this familiaroccurrence. Next she would begin to lick him with little, teasing cat-laps at hisskin, all over him, from his collarbones to his toes, but avoiding hiscrotch. She would roll him over and lap at his back, covering every inchof his skin, and then she would suck at his toes... The phone rang, shattering the intimate silence. She picked it up."Hello? Oh, hi! I was just thinking about you! When are you gettinghere? Oh. Oh, I see. Yes. Yes. Bye, then." He wasn't coming afterall. Again. She was momentarily disappointed, but then she began to getangry. "Who needs you anyway?" she demanded of the walls in a quiet but intensevoice. "Damn you!" She was already wet and wanting from her imaginings. She went downstairs to put away the wine she had gotten out for him.She seldom drank wine herself; she disliked the taste. She paused, lookingat the bottle. It was almost empty. "Am I sex-starved, or what?" sheasked herself, as she noted the phallic shape of the bottle's neck. Shepicked up the bottle and one of her two crystal wineglasses and took themup to her bedroom and set them on the nightstand. She sat on the edge of the bed and poured a little wine into her glass,admiring the way the clear liquid turned gold in the lamplight. First shesipped at it; then deciding that tonight she liked the flavor, she took aheartier swallow and finished it. She judged the amount of wine remainingin the bottle -- a little over a glassful. She poured half a glass, thendecided against pouring in the remainder. She slipped off her loose silk nightshirt, the only garment she waswearing, and shivered a little as cooler air brushed her skin. She took aswig from the bottle, and then deliberately dribbled a few drops across herbreasts. Her nipples began to pucker from the chill of the liquid. Leaningover, she licked the droplets off herself. Her nipples grew harder. Liking the sensation, she did it again. A little more wine came out ofthe bottle this time, and it trickled down her front. The white wineblended into the pale gold and peach tones of her skin. She set the bottledown again, and spread the wine across her abdomen with her fingertips.Again she licked the wine off her nipples, and then off her fingers,sucking them a bit. It felt good, and she sucked some more. Then sheleaned over and sucked her nipples; first one, and then the other, raisingthe breasts with her hands and pointing the nipples up so she could reachthem. They tasted of the wine and of something else; she wasn't sure what. She reached for the wine and dribbled it over her breasts again, enoughthis time to trickle all the way down to where the hair grew. It tickled alittle as it seeped around the hairs. The wine was almost gone now. Shecapped the bottle. She smoothed the wine across her abdomen again, andtrailed her fingers down into the dark hair between her legs. She noted how pale her skin was where it hadn't been exposed to sunlightin such a long time -- she hadn't sunbathed in years. Her fingers teasedat the hairs, feeling a little like the wine trickling there had, butdifferent. Her skin was growing warmer, and her breath quicker. She found the slit with her fingers, brushing up and down it to open itwithout pulling the hair. She teased for a moment at the edge of hervagina, then moved upward to where her clitoris was standing up wantingattention. She wet her fingers in her wineglass, then went back to her clitoris.She circled around it, not touching, several times before finally drawingone finger across it. Then she slipped two fingers down to her vaginaagain and dipped into it. She was still wet from before, and she wasgetting wetter. She drew some of the moisture up to just below herclitoris, stroking up and back, up and back, never quite touching, butteasing, teasing. She wet her fingers in the wine again, and drew them up the inside ofher thighs to where they joined her body. She stroked there gently forseveral minutes, getting more sensation with each stroke until she couldhardly bear it. Then she slipped her fingers into her vagina. It was hot,and so wet and ready and wanting! She smoothed the walls with her fingers,only wanting more, and then she reached for the wine bottle again. She set it against her crotch and slid it across the hair. By now shewas so ready that the hair was no barrier to those lips; they had openedenough that the bottle was soon sliding across bare wet flesh. Sheshivered a little; the bottle was cold, but it did nothing to cool the firenow raging in her blood. She raised her hands to her breasts again andrubbed over the still-hard nipples, leaving the wine bottle pressing intoher crotch. Then she rose up onto her knees and, carefully positioning the bottle,slid down onto it as she squeezed her breasts with her hands. Her breathcaught in her throat. Oh, how good it felt to have something inside her!She raised her body up and slid down the bottle's neck again and again,faster and faster. Her hands moved faster and faster across her breasts,rubbing and rubbing the nipples, harder and harder until the pleasure wasalmost a pain. Her breath came faster and faster in gasps that tore at herthroat, until finally with a moan that seemed to last forever, she came ina wave of wet heat that warmed the still cold bottle. She collapsed onto her side then, and slowly her raspy breathing slowed.She pulled the wine bottle out of herself then, and unscrewed the cap. Sheput it to her dry lips and swigged at the wine that was left, tasting herown juices as well as wine. She smiled, licking her lips. "Who needs you anyway?" she said again.

Legs, Legs, Legs

I'm proud to say that Monica is the most accomplished leg slut Iknow. I'm proud of that, because she's my wife-slave-slut, but alsobecause I taught her most of the techniques that she now uses sowonderfully to tease men and women and make their cocks rock hard andtheir pussies drip with juice.
If you've read any of my stories, I'm sure you're aware that I lovelong nipples and nice, tight asses. But nothing quite gets me goinglike a pretty pair of legs and a woman who knows how to use them.Using them correctly isn't as easy as one might think. I know lots ofwomen with nice legs, but many of them have alot to learn about how toreally use what they have.
One girl I knew who taught me most of what I know about how womencan use their legs to their advantage was a gal named Cindy who I grewup with. She was cute as a button when she was a young girl, and thatcuteness later matured into great beauty as she got older. She was alovely woman inside and out, but it was the way she used her legsthrough the years that is the focus of this story.
Believe it or not, it was in Sunday School that I first began to beenchanted by Cindy's legs. We were in a class together when she wasfourteen and I was twelve. She'd begun to wear stockings by that age,and in those days most mothers made their daughters wear dresses tochurch every Sunday. This was in the pre-pantyhose days when the"good" girls wore girdles whether they needed them or not, simply toavoid having to wear the sexier garter belts. Nothing was much morefrustrating than trying to make it with a girl who didn't want to giveup her girdle, let me tell you. I spent far too many nights rubbinghot pussies through the stiff covering of a long-legged girdle to suitme.
Cindy was a good girl, too. But luckily for me, her mother wasn'tabout to make her wear a girdle. Let's face it, the girl was tall andslim, and it just didn't make sense to make her wear some old girdle.It would be another 20 years or more before she'd have any need foranything like that.
Maybe it came naturally to her, I don't know, but Cindy moved herlegs in ways that other women never even dreamed of moving them. Theywere long and extremely shapely, and to watch her cross them was athing of beauty even when she was fourteen. She would move them sofluidly, and if you listened hard, you could hear the swish of thenylon as the upper leg moved slowly and sensuously against the lowerone.
She would cross them, then turning her foot to the side and tuckingit over to the left, she would place her other foot behind that one,crossing her ankles as well as her knees. Invariably when she did thather dress would stand out a bit at the sides, and sitting across theroom from her, I could almost always steal a glimpse of her garters andthe tops of her stockings.
The thing about Cindy was that she knew I was watching her and sheknew I was seeing up her dress and she knew I was loving her beautifullegs and she would just simply smile and continue her show. I wish Ihad a dime for every time I masturbated thinking about her legs and thesexy shows she put on for me on Sunday mornings.
By the time I got to high school, Cindy was going steady withanother guy. We were always friends, but in those days going steadywas the rule, and if you weren't the first guy to get hooked up withsomeone, you were just out of luck. Still, there was never any secretsbetween Cindy and I about my desire for her or for her interest inkeeping that desire strong. I'd walk by her in the congested corridorsof the school and let the back of my hand brush against her thigh sothat I could feel her garter through her dress. She would simplypause, letting me feel as long as I dared, then smile and walk on,helping me cover up our little teasing routine by dropping her books tocover my hand as I touched her.
We lost touch after her graduation from high school when she wentto college. I'd see her occasionally at church when she would comehome to see her parents, and if I was lucky, I'd get another leg showfrom time to time. But those opportunities became more and more scarceas I went to college myself.
It was after my graduation from college and my return to myfather's grocery business that I was once again able to see Cindy fromtime to time. She had married her high school sweetheart by this time,and I had married mine, as well. But she shopped for her groceries inour store, and I made sure that I always was the one who carried hergroceries to the car for her. I wasn't about to miss a chance to seeher swing those long legs into the car.
The view got even better with the advent of the mini-skirt and theinvention of pantyhose. No one has ever looked better in a mini-skirtthan Cindy did. She was twenty five years old at the time and in theprime of her life as far as her body was concerned. Her legs had neverlooked better, nor had the rest of her body. When she came in thestore with a mini-skirt on, she was the focus of attention of every manin the store.
We continued to play our little teasing game, of course, and when Iwould take her groceries out, I'd always be sure to put them in theback seat on the driver's side so I could hold the door for her andwatch her get in. I made no secret of my admiration for her legs,commenting to her on how beautiful they were and how much I loved herin the short skirts that were the rage of the day. She ate it all upand was always very free in the way she swung her legs and let herskirt ride even further up when she got in the car.
I eventually grew bolder and bolder with Cindy as our flirtationcontinued, and before long I was sliding her dress up with my hand evenfurther after she had entered the car, so that I could see even moreleg. She always scolded me and pulled it back down, but not once didshe ever try to stop me until I had slid it up as high as I dared andhad a good look at her.
She had a small child, a daughter, and before long was expectingher second child. It was difficult for her to handle getting out asoften as she liked with the first child so little, and of course, I waseager to help her in any way I could. One day she called and asked ifI would mind bringing her a box of pampers on my way home to lunch. Ididn't mind at all, of course, and I eagerly awaited the arrival of mylunch hour that day.
When I got to her house and rang the doorbell, she greeted me inlovely blue dress that did little to cover the long and beautiful legsthat flowed from her hips to the floor.
"Oh, thanks!" she said warmly with a big, sexy smile. "Come on in.You don't know how much I appreciate your bringing these by for me.I've just now gotten the little one asleep. Sit down for a minute, ifyou have time."
I sat in a chair in the living room, watching as she poured herselfonto the couch across from me, crossing her legs in that wonderfullyfamiliar way. When she had crossed them, her hand fell to her lapwhich unobtrusively resulted in her hem being raised a good four orfive inches more.
She began to talk to me about the trials of motherhood, and as shespoke her, hands began caressing those long legs which were mesmerizingme as she talked. I was nearly in a trance.
"You really do like my legs, don't you?" she said with a smile,awaking me from my reverie.
A bit embarrassed to be caught staring so intently, I laughed anervous, little laugh and replied, "You know I do. I've never seenanyone with more beautiful legs than you have. They've excited me forat least ten years now."
"Come here," she said, patting the couch beside her.
I walked across the room, feeling my cock growing hard inside mypants. Much more, and it would be obvious how excited her legs mademe. I sat next to her on the couch and felt Cindy take my hand inher's to place in on her thigh a good six inches above her knee.
"I'm glad you like my legs so much. I love for men to admire them,and I love to show them off. Do you like the way they feel?"
My cock was now straining at the front of my pants. I'd never beenharder or hotter in my life. "Oh, gawd, Cindy. I've dreamed oftouching them more times than I can tell you. They feel wonderful!" Isaid breathlessly.
Cindy removed her hand from mine and taking the hem of her dress inher hands began to slide it upward until she had raised it nearly toher waist.
"Touch them all you like. Touch them anyway you like," she said,her own breathing now affected by the passion she was feeling as well.
I slid my hand up her thigh, all the way to her panties, caressingher soft skin and sliding my hand over the sides to touch every inch ofthem. She watched my hands at first, but soon slid down on the couchto lay her head back against the back and uncrossed her legs, lettingthem fall open slightly. The blue dress had now ridden up to herwaist, exposing her white bikini panties, as well as every inch of thelegs that had been the object of my desire nearly half my life.
Sliding off the couch and kneeling in front of her, I began kissingher legs just above the knees as my hands continued to adore them. Shelet them fall even further open, until her pantied crotch was now fullyexposed to me. As I kissed her opened thighs, I looked at her pantiesand watched as they grew stained from the leaking juice that was nowpouring from her cunt. What was at first a small circle had wideneduntil the damp stain now ran completely across the crotch of herpanties. My nostrils were filled with the smell of my favoritefantasy: girl's sex.
The closer I got to her crotch with my kisses, the wider she openedher legs until finally I began to lick at her cunt through the wetpanties that tried so valiantly to hold in her juice. Her hips jerkedas my tongue licked across the silky fabric, stroking her hard clitthat pushed against it from the other side.
Cindy reached down to pull the panties to one side, exposing hernow dripping wet fuck hole to my eager mouth and tongue. Her left legnow rose, and she placed it on my shoulders, her right leg followingsuit as she pressed her pussy hard against my mouth. Her hands movedto my head, and she moaned sexily as she ground her hot pussy againstmy mouth.
I was in heaven. I loved the feel of her silky, long legs grippingmy head and the smell and taste of her wonderful fuck juice as itpoured out into my mouth. I could have eaten her for hours and nevergrown tired. But in a very short time, her orgasm overtook her, andshe began coming against my face, hunching her hips at me andtightening and releasing those precious legs against the side of myhead as she came.
When her legs had fallen away from my shoulders, I nervously lookedat my watch. I had to go. I was going to be too late getting home forlunch if I didn't hurry. "I have to get...that was marvelous, Cindy.I don't know how I can thank you enough for what just happened."
"Don't go. Not yet," she said, reaching out for me as I rose frommy kneeling position in front of her. Keeping her legs open wide andher dress pulled all the way to her waist, Cindy began unzipping mypants fishing my still rock hard cock out of its prison. Leaningforward, she took it into her mouth and began to feed more and more ofit into her. Before I knew what was happening, she was fucking hermouth back and forth on it giving me the best blow job I had ever had.
As I looked down at her sucking my cock, her beautiful, long legswere splayed to either side of her head framing the action of her lipson my dick. I placed my hands on her head, running my fingers throughher hair and pumped my cum-filled dick into her mouth as she eagerlycontinued to suck on it.
In no time at all I could stand it no longer, and the hot fuckinside me erupted into her mouth in huge gobs. She lovingly swallowedit, and when she had milked me dry, licked her tongue around her lips,eager to get every little drop of my cum.
She lay back on the couch, leaving me to put my now limp dick backinto my pants and ran her hands along the insides of her soft thighs asshe smiled at me.
"You can do that again, you know. Anytime you want. My legs areyour's to kiss or touch or see any time and any way you like. You canpull my dress up and see them whenever you like, and any time you wantto come by here and kiss them, just call and let me know. Thanks forbringing the pampers. I have an idea I'm going to be needing alot ofthem from now on," she said smiling.
She did need alot of pampers in the days to come. And I did takeadvantage of her offer. Every time was as special as the first. Tothis day, when I think of legs, I think of Cindy and the way she usedher's to drive me crazy all those years.
It gave me great pleasure to teach Monica many of the techniquesthat Cindy taught me, and when I watch her cross and uncross them andpull her dress up just the right amount to make mouth's water all overthe room, I breathe a little thank you to the girl of my youth.

Legs 2

There is this really attractive girl at work named Winnie who has the most beautiful legs of any woman here. They are long and when she walks you can see the flex of muscle in her calf. I told her I thought her legs were beautiful and she said, " thanks." For a long time I would look at her walking around and we began to talk from time to time; I never could figure a way to turn the conversation back to her legs and how powerful they looked.
Finally one day we were talking and I just asked her if she exercised or what to keep such a trim figure and such good-looking legs. Winnie smiled at me and said, " I watch what I eat and I like to jog everyday. I think my legs have too much muscle. Look how big my calf gets and feel how hard it is. " Well I almost died. She flexed her muscle for me and it was in fact hard as stone. I told her that I didn't think they were too big; but I had to admit they were hard and very well developed and that they looked strong. Then she flexed her thigh and hit it with her fist and said, " You think the calves are strong look at these babies. I like to wrestle the guys I date and I'll tell you once I get my legs around their head or body I can squeeze them into submission in seconds. I usually don't pour on the power that fast because I like to make them squirm for a little while first. Maybe you and I can go a few rounds sometime. " I was speechless; my dream was coming true and I didn't know what to say; except that I would like that.
Several weeks went buy and I swear she wore skirts and made it a point to flex those legs more than normal as she would walk buy me. A few times she would whisper in my ear things like, " It won't be long now until I make you beg me to let you give up; or, get your eyes back in your head, it's only solid muscle; or, my legs are getting stronger and stronger, we'd better wrestle soon or you really won't have any chance. " On the fourth week she approached me and said, " well, little man, how about us having our session tomorrow night. Here's a map to my place, be there at 7 PM and wear or bring some old clothes I'd hate to tear up any good clothing. Also bring your video camera I've got a girl friend who is going to be there and she can take some pictures." I watched the flex of her legs as she walked away and they looked even stronger than I remembered.
I was at her place at 7 and her friend answered the door. She was 6' tall and had muscles every where. " Hi, you must be Sam. My name is Marilyn. Winnie will be out in a minute so lets set up the camera and you show me how to work it. You look like you're in shock or something. Haven't you ever seen a body like mine before ? Would you like to feel my muscles ? Maybe when Winnie gets through with you she will let me have you for a little while. No, that's silly. There won't be anything left of you by then. "
What in the hell had I gotten myself into ? In a few minutes Winnie came in wearing a robe and smiling like a cat that had just caught the mouse. She made a big issue of untying her robe and letting it fall off of her shoulders to the ground. I looked with amazement at her. She was thin, but her muscles were etched on her. There was no fat at all. Her arms rippled and her stomach looked like a washboard. Then her legs. Her thighs were awesome as were her long diamond shaped calves. She hit a muscle pose which made the muscles leap out as she said, " As any fool can see I'm way too strong for you. I'm going to use you to mop up the floor with and twist you into a pretzel. I can't wait to wrap my legs around your neck and choke you out. Come over here and feel my strength. " I walked over to her and she flexed her arms for me to feel. As I placed my hands on her bicep I knew that they were too strong for me even though they were not huge in size. As if reading my mind she said, "they are 13" but as you can feel they are like stone. My thighs and calves are just as hsrd and I'm telling you now they are stronger than they look. I plan to crush you into submission, then to tears of pain and finally I'm going to knock your ass out. You are mine, little one andyou can't do a thing about it. But, if you don't try to fight back then I'm going to really hurt you and I'll turn Marilyn looseon you. I've seen her break a guys arm with her arm bar."
I was speechless and a little afraid too. Winnie grabbed me in a headlock and squeezed with such force that I thought she was goong to knock me out then. I tried to pull her arm loose which got a contemptuous laugh from her. "Your weak little arms can't compete with these muscles. Are you hurting a little ? Are you afraid that I'll snap your scrawney neck ? Don't worry little one I won't hurt you too bad yet. I want these long, strong legs to eat you alive. The very same legs you can't keep your eyes off of at work. Reach down with one hand and feel my thigh, and put the other one on my arm. Do it NOW !!!" I did as she said and she flexed both her thigh and her bicep. I was in real pain now and we had just started. I begged her to stop; but, she was having too much fun. She walked over to Marilyn and said, "now feel Marilyn's arm and thighs. Tell me if you want me to let her work on you some. Do you want to try her on for size, little boy ? Marilyn flexed as I felt her hard as rock arms and legs. Not only were they hard, but these were also huge. "My bicep is a rock solid 17" and my thighs measure 30". I think I could easily crush you to death with either of them. Yopu'd better start fighting back or Winnie will let me have you. And, I love to break men's bones. I'll start with the ribs then your arm, maybe a leg too."
I tried to get out of the hold; but, she was just too strong. After she tired of this hold she threw me down onto the floor and with cat like speed she engulfed my neck and head with her long legs. I knew it was all over for me. As I opened my eyes and looked up at her she smiled, winked, and knocked me out. I didn't even have time to submit. When I came to she still had her python legs around my neck. "Well, that was fast wasn't it ? I just used about 1/2 of my power to put you out;but, I won't do it that fast again. I wanted to show you the power of these beautiful legs of mine. They are going to eat you alive. You are about to enter a world of pain you never knew existed between a woman's legs. You men only think of the pleasure between them. When I'm finished with you you'll tremble at the thought of putting your head between a woman's legs."
Winnie began to slowly increase the pressure and I was screaming my submission in a matter of seconds. She just smiled and kept squeezing. She reached down and placed my hands on her thighs so I could feel the muscles that were crushing my neck. "This is only about 1/3 of my strength andyour thrashing around like a fish out of water. Do you hurt, little boy ? Do you want this strong girl to stop hurting your little neck ? I'll let you go but only if you'll promiseto crawl around the room on your hands and knees barking like a dog; then I want you to crawl over to me and beg me to smash your weak body with my legs in a body scissors. Do you agree or do I hold this pressure until I've destroyed your neck muscles ?" I agreed with tears in my eyes.
Winnie released the hold and my head bounced off the floor. I got on my hands and knees and crawled around the room barking like a dog. Marilyn and Winnie were both laughing at me - I was totally humiliated. I was so frustrated by the power of these two beautiful women that I was crying. As I approached where they stood I heard Marilyn ask Winnie, "now remember what you promised me. You won't bust him up too badly so I can let these thighs of mine pop some bones. I just love to hear the sound of men's bones cracking." Winnie said, "I remember, but it'll be hard this guy's so weak and I'm so strong that I may break him without really trying to." She stood there with her hands on herhips smiling down at me while she flexed those awesome legs of hers. I knew she was pumping them up to really work my body over. I crawled up to her and looked up into her face. I asked her to please crush me with her legs in a body scissors. "Put you hands on my thighs, think about what they just did to your neck and then see if you can't put a little more pleading into your voice, or I might just get that neck again." As I put my hands on her thighs she exploded the muscles and I begged her with a trembling voice to please finish me off with her legs.
Winnie grabbed a handful of my hair, lifted my head up and flexed her arm. As I was looking at her powerful bicep she swung her legs aver my body into a standing body scissors. Before I knew what hit me she clamped down and all of the air was forced out of my lungs. Winnie then dropped to her side and the crush was on. She began to toy with me by squeezing then relaxing; squeezing, then relaxing. Each squeeze seemed to get harder. She then rolled onto her back and with seemingly no effort lifted me into the air between her legs. " Now for some rib brusing power, little boy. I'm going to make you cry." As she increased the power of the hold I was in real pain. I reache out to try to pull at her legs ther was no give and I could once again feel thepower in those beautiful legs of hers. She began to shake me along with the squeezing and I was crying in no time. My tears were falling on her and running down between her big breasts. I was begging her to stop before she cut me in half. "I told you that I was going to demolish you didn't I. And I have done just that. You offered me no resistance; it was no contest. I also told you that if you didn't give me any fight I was going to let Marilyn have you. Well, I want you to ask me nice to please allow you to give me some pleasure by letting Marilyn work you over for just five minutes."
I begged her to do anything that would stop the pain I was feeling. Winnie lowered me to the floor and then released the hold. She stood up on her toes and flexed those diamond shaped calves in my face. "Just think these are what first got your attention and they haven't had the chance to show you how strong they are. I want you to trace the muscle outline of my calf with your tongue." When I was moving from one leg to the next Winnie slammed my neck between her calves and began to do toe raises. I was screaming my submission again in seconds. And in a few minutes I began to sink down into the depths of unconsciousness. As I began to come to I felt a handgrab a handful of my hair and raise me to my feet.
There stood Marilyn. My face at her boob level. Did I mention that both of the women were well endowed. Marilyn could see my eyes fixed on her chest and she seemed to expand it. " Pretty big girl aren't I these little things are 40D. I could kill you just by wrapping them over your face and holding you there. I want to break your bones though. Lets get a little closer with a Marilyn hug." She wrapped her arms around my torso in bear hug and began to squeeze with her massive arms. Winnie had bruised my ribs so the pain was intensified as Marilyn squeezed. "OK, be real quiet now and you'll be able to hear the ribs crack." She increased the pressure and I screamed in pain as one of my ribs broke. "I told you to be quiet, I'm sure you didn't hear it so I'll do another one for you. now shut up and listen." I was almost out again; my head was laying on her shoulder as she put more power into the hold. This time I heard the CRACK as the rib went. "OH, I just love that sound. I only have a few more minutes with you so let's go for a hand and an arm in the same hold. You double that little fist of yours up and try to hit me in the jaw as hard as you can. If you hit me then I'll quit. If you don't I get to demonstrated some real arm muscle power as I snap your arm and crush your hand at the same time. Try real hard now." I tried to hit her, but she grabbed my fist in mid air and laughed as I tried to pull mmy hand free. " I can crush an apple with one hand. Keep your eyes on the big arm muscle as long as you can. On the count of three I'm going to make my forearm and arm muscle grow and grow for you."
She crushed my hand and I heard the bones of my fingers go like fire crackers. Marilyn was laughing at my helplessness. Then she began to curl her arm toward her body which raised me off of the ground being held by my crushed hand. As my feet cleared the ground and I looked into her smiling eyes; Marilyn snapped her arm and I both felt and heard the snap of the arm and the wrist as I passed out from the pain. When I came to this time I was in the hospital emergency room. The nurse came over to my bed as I began to come around. As my eyes cleared I noticed she was about Marilyn's height. In a very sexy voice I heard her say, " I see by your injuries that you've met my friends Winnie and Marilyn. When you recover from these injuries I'll let you feel the power of these big babies." With that she took my good hand, pushed back her sleeve, placed my hand on her arm and flexed her huge 181/2" bicep. I guess I fainted as I heard her laugh.