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.

L.A. Beat - part 1 thru 4

Though this fictional story might remind you of a popular TVseries, this story has nothing to do with it. No-one saw me doit, nothing can be proven. This story contains lots ofconsensual lesbian sex between teenagers, so hit n if thisdoesn't suit you. Sorry for my bad English, since I don't speakit as native language. Feel free to correct all errors youhappen to find. This is public domain, so distribute it freelyas long as you don't make any profit of it.
The ending of the original version was bad, giving no room forsequels. I've altered it to something less raunchy. If you havethe older version, please do not distribute it, and replace itwith this. Thanks!
Oh yes: if you imagine that this is a 90210 story and use thoseworld famous characters with your imagination when reading this,remember that here in Finland we're pretty much behind in airingand the events of this story would best take place at thosetimes when David's father Mel proposed marriage to Kelly'smother.--

The deadline was coming like an avalanche. For the first timefor months Andrea felt a little horrified - she'd made theirschool's newspaper the absolute best there is, but now half ofthe articles were missing, photographers were out of reach,everything went wrong and no-one seemed to care. Andrea satbehind her desk, telling herself to calm down. Yelling andscreaming at the staff wouldn't help her, and it wasn't herstyle. One by one everyone else had drifted out of the office toattend their lessons, until there was only Andrea and atypewriter that refused to produce anything she'd print.
"Is there something wrong", she heard a familiar voice say.Brandon had loitered into the office.
"No.... yes, there is", Andrea said, knowing that she couldn'thide her emotions from Brandon, who sometimes seemed to be ableto read her like a book. They's known for a long time (in fact,Andrea had once offered her virginity to him) and were goodfriends, part of the gang of eight.
"It's this newspaper. I don't know why, but everything seems togo wrong, no matter what I do. I don't know why", Andrea said,her voice losing its strength as the words went on. She was amaster in holding her emotions inside her, but now she wasalmost in tears. She jumped up and pulled herself againstBrandon, who held her in his arms like a friend. Nothing more,though Andrea wanted more in her dreams. In her most intimatedreams, in her most intimate moments with her body, he imaginedBrandon doing everything a dream lover can do to a woman. Andreahad never felt man's love, and she was getting more and moredesperate every day.
"It's all right, Andrea", Brandon said, having never seen herbehave like this. "It's all right. I'll help you and we make thenext paper the best one ever."
"It's no use", Andrea said, now crying. "There's no way anyonecan do it, and it's all my fault. I left things unattended, andnow everything is falling apart. It's my fault! Mine!"
"No, it's not", Brandon said, hearing the door open behind him.Andrea turned her face away for a second, trying to wipe thetears off her face.
"I thought you were here..." Brenda said to Brandon, stopping atthe sight of Andrea crying. She walked over the room and touchedAndrea's arm gently.
"It's all right", Andrea said and told them that she was goingto be fine. Brenda asked Brandon if she could borrow his car,beacuse she and Kelly were going to catch some rays at thebeach. And maybe watch the hunks playing volleyball, comparingtheir butts to Mel Gibson's. After some persuasion Brandonagreed, since he wasn't going to need it himself tonight andBrenda promised that Dylan would drive him home from the school.He passed the keys to Brenda, warning her that he'd kill her ifanything happened to his car.
"Would you mind if I joined you", Andrea asked, having wiped allthe tears off now. Her eyes were bright again, like after aspring rain.
"Sure... but what about the paper?" Brenda asked.
"As I said, there is nothing I can do about it. So, why should Iruin my day thinking about it inside these four walls?"
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"Earth to Brenda, Earth to Brenda, pass me the oil", Kelly askedBrenda, who was focused to a gorgeous guy walking into thewaves. As usual, the day was perfect without a single cloudanywhere. "Oh, sure", Brenda said, finally noticing what herbest friend had said. She passed the little bottle to her. Kellystarted putting the oil slowly on her body, enjoying theCalifornia sun and hot sand.
Andrea sat up and looked at the guy, whose head was now visibleamong the waves. Nice hairdo, though, but such things had noimportance for her. She cared about what was inside a man, hisintelligence, his compassion, his willingness to help the world.Brandon has all these charasteristics. She took a look at herbody, which had become noticeably more tanned during theafternoon. She didn't look bad - what was it with her that noman ever showed interest in her? God, she'd give anything if shecould change parts with Brenda, who could live with Brandonevery day!
"I wonder if I should call that guy here and ask him to spreadthe oil over your back", Brenda said jokingly to Kelly. Kellyanswered by throwing a pinch of sand on her, and they bothgiggled for a while. Kelly turned on her stomach and said thatshe wouldn't say a word until someone did the honors.
Andrea took the bottle, poured some oil on her palm and startedspreading it on Kelly's back. The oil added to Andrea's touchfelt nice, so Kelly closed her eyes and stretched her body for asecond.
"Shall I put it on your legs, too?" Andrea asked.
"Go ahead", Kelly said, now looking at the volleyball field withBrenda. There were no cool guys present right now. Andrea pouredsome more oil and spread it all the way to the ankle alongKelly's leg. Her legs were so much better than Andrea's, and herskin was also smoother. Andrea felt confused about what herfingers felt. She felt the Kelly live, and she thought that shecould feel every heartbeat, every single cell of blood pulsatingin her body. She closed her eyes and went on what she was doing,her motions slightly strengthened.
"You know, Andrea should start a career as a professionalmasseur", said Kelly and moaned. Brenda giggled and pointed herfinger at a new guy on the other side of the beach. Andreadidn't see. Her fingers now run on the inside of Kelly's legs,the oil killing almost all friction. Her breathing becameheavier as she moved her fingers closer to Kelly's pussy.
"Andrea, what are you doing?" Kelly asked in a voice that was amixture of denial and pleasure. Andrea was woken off her dreams,she opened her eyes and saw where her hands were. Kelly turnedher head toward her. So did Brenda, who was smiling, because shehad no idea what was going on. Andrea's fingertips were onlyinches away from Kelly's pussy, feeling the warm flesh theswimsuit had not hidden.
"Nothing", said Andrea quickly with her normal voice,embarrassed. She pulled her hands back and closed the bottle.Kelly sat up, facing Andrea. "What's going on?" asked Brenda,still not noticing anything. Kelly nod her head to the right andlooked at Andrea's eyes, smiling a little cute smile. Andrea wasashamed and couldn't look back. Kelly put her hand on Andrea'sshoulder and turned her to face her.
"I'm not angry", said Kelly a few times, trying to make Andreaunderstand. "You're not?" asked Andrea back, very shyly. For herwhole life she'd kept her emotions under strict order, beingvery careful not to show them to others. Now she'd done theunthinkable. Gossips would ruin her reputation. Everyone wouldgiggle when she walked by. She'd have to leave the newspaper.
"In fact I'd like you to do it again", Kelly said and gave her asmall kiss. "It felt really nice. I don't think I've ever feltit as nice as now."
After a while the girls had moved to a more quieter place whereno one could see them behind the bushes and dunes. Kelly lay onher stomach and moaned as Andrea slid her fingers along herlegs. Brenda was very curious to watch, and she felt an almostirresistible need to touch her pussy. The sight of Kelly withher eyes closed and her mouth turning from a big smile to alittle o-shaped pit was something awesome. Andrea was a lot moreliberated than ever and seemed to really enjoy herself. For afew times she touched Kelly's pussy with her forefinger, whichmade Kelly moan sharply every time, then giggle.
Andrea adjusted her position for a bit and used her right handto massage Kelly's neck and shoulders. Her left hand was holdingKelly's pussy, rubbing it under the swimsuit. Kelly's bodyseemed to enjoy it so much that it was too much for Brenda. Shesat up, looked quickly around, took off her trunks and spreadher legs. Her pussy felt so hot and itchy that she HAD tosomething about it. Andrea saw what she was doing and smiled,not stopping what she was doing. Kelly also nodded her headapprovingly, taking a good look at Brenda's little show.
"Take them off", said Kelly smoothly at Andrea. "I don't wantyou to grow too anxious over Brenda, at least not before you'vedone it me!"
Kelly turned on her back and spread her legs, while Andreapulled her trunks off. The sight of Kelly's sweet love holedrove Andrea almost crazy. She inserted her forefinger in it andstarted moving it back and forth, feeling Kelly's wet passiongrowing inside. Kelly had taken off her bra and fondled her titswith her both hands, her head moving from side to side withlust. Brenda took also her bra off, making Andrea go ohh overher beautiful tits and hard brown nipples. Kelly stared at them,remembering the day when they had learned to search possibletumors in their breasts. Both Kelly and Brenda were now bucknaked and moaning with pleasure.
Kelly put her hand behind Andrea's neck and pulled her gentlybut irresistibly down. Not that Andrea resisted, at least notmuch. She positioned herself between Kelly's legs and put herhead where it belonged. The smell of Kelly's pussy juice andsweat was like knockout gas. Kelly felt something she'd neverfelt before - something soft and wet penetrating her pussy lips.Andrea's tongue. "Oh god", said Brenda, not believing her eys.Every motion of her finger was so powerful that she felt thatthey could tear down a house. She'd come real soon.
Andrea moved her tongue inside this gorgeous blonde's pussy,exploring every little mound and corner. Then shen moved toclitoris and started nibbling it, almost teasingly. She suckedon the taste, feeling that she could never have enough. Andreaplaced her hands on Kelly's ankles and spread her legs a bit toget a chance to suck better. Then she slid her hands alongKelly's feet, ending to toes. She tickled them, which made Kellylaugh and moan at the same time.
"I'm gonna come", Brenda yelled, breathing like a steam engine.She closed her eyes and saw the stars. Her very blood set afireinside her, and she yelled some more. After this orgasm cameanother, this time even bigger, and Brenda prolonged it as muchas she just could. Andrea watched this with amazement, but thenKelly's pussy became alive. Kelly was coming too. SuddenlyAndrea was snapped into real world again, while these twogorgeous creatures were having the time of their life. What thehell had happened in this beach?
Kelly thanked Andrea with a kiss, while Brenda lay on her backlooking at the sky, unable to do anything else. "Quite a ride",she said, and Brenda agreed.
"But someone hasn't had her full share here", Kelly warned andlooked at Andrea. She gave her a French kiss, tasting her ownpussy inside Andrea's mouth. Kelly put her arms around Andreaand tried to open her bra. Suddenly Andrea pushed Kelly's armsaway from her. Kelly looked at her with amazement.
"What's the matter, Andrea?" said Brenda, having sat up.
"Because... because... I've never done this before! I'm avirgin!" Andrea said with sudden anger. "I don't want my firsttime to be with a woman. I am not a lesbian!"
"Come on, Andrea, you are in love with Brandon. That means youare interested in guys", said Brenda. "We are your friends, andwe want you to feel the same pleasure as we did. We are not muchmore experienced than you are. And to be brutally honest,Andrea, you're the last person I'd ever have imagined to havesomething against alternative sexual preferences."
"And you wouldn't be the only one. You remember Matt, the guy Iused to date last summer? He's homosexual, too" said Kelly,sharing the secret. "You're kidding!" said Brenda, mouth openwith amazement. But they could see in her face that she wasn't.Then she told them that surprisingly many girls in their schoolhave tried lesbian encounters, she even many times. No-one justever told anything to anyone, because if they did, they wouldlose their own reputation too.
Brenda stood up and walked right next to other two girls. Andrealooked quite unsure, but not angry. Brenda sat down and startedcaressing Andrea's ear nipple. She licked her ear and finallyput her tongue inside. Meanwhile, Kelly completed openingAndrea's bra, this time with no resistance. She gasped at thesight of Andrea's nice pair of tits and tasted them both. Andreaput her arms around both girls and pulled them closer. Brendamoved her tongue in her beautiful brown hair and neck.
Kelly licked Andrea's tits wet while inserting her hand insideher swimming trunks. Even though they hadn't swimmed that day,they were wet. Andrea moved her hips a bit forward and let herback fall a bit lower, closer to position of laying down, sothat Kelly's hand could operate more freely. Brenda set Andreagently down and proceeded to her other tit. Andrea smiled at theblue sky and moved her hands playfully in both girls' hair. Shehad never felt so good before. This was much better than doingit alone, though she'd become quite good at it during all theseyears after her fourteenth summer.
"Do it to me", she moaned. And they did. Brenda approached headface again and they kissed; first gently, then with tongues,sharing turns to explore each other's mouth. Sometimes theystopped for a while and smiled at each other. After that day,their friendship would be in a new level, sharing a secret thenerds at the school would never know. Andrea's face seemed tomelt, when Kelly finally started licking her virgin pussy. Theproblems in the paper meant nothing for her now.
Andrea couldn't resist the sight of Kelly's beautiful asshanging front of her, but out of reach of closer inspection. Shetold that she wanted Kelly to do a 69 session with her, andblushed when she realized what she had said. Kelly and Brendawinked their eyes and promised that they'd give Andrea somethingshe'd never forget.
After a minute the session was going on, but slightly alteredfrom Andrea's original plans. They were all laying on the sand,doing a threesome in a form a triangle. Andrea was suckingBrenda, who was operating on Kelly, who did the honors forAndrea. Andrea had noticed that both girls tasted different, butgood. Kelly was sweeter, but Brenda was... deeper. If they werewines, Brenda would have been a rarity from the 18th century.
"MMMMM", moaned Andrea when Kelly proceeded to her sweetasshole. And that felt GOOD. She wrapped her legs around herbody , demanding more. The feeling of her tongue in her assholewas something beyond words. This was as good as the moment ofnormal coming with masturbation, and she could hardly wait thebig orgasm that was sure to follow. In her excitement her tonguefound new ways to excite Brenda, which made her do even betterwith Kelly, and that made her set Andrea's asshole on fire. Thereaction travelled in all girls, causing them to reach a new,unexplored level of pure ecstasy.
Then it was time to come. Like at a signal, they all startedrocking their hips rhythmically, flooding juices into eachother's mouths. Screams of pleasure were hidden by sweet femaleflesh as the moment seemed to go on forever and forever andforever. Finally they let each other go, tilted over andremained there, too tired to do or say anything. The orgasm wasstill caressing their insides as they breathing lost itsintensity. They were like this for a few minutes.
"Oh damn, I run out of tape", a familiar voice said. The girlsopened their eyes with terror and shame. The whole gang wasthere. David had lowered her video camera and was taking out thetape. Fortunately there was no-one else to see their littleshow, at least not visible.
"I thought that the day was so beautiful that I'd hit thebeach", David said, grinning like the sun. The girls cried andstarted collecting their clothes frantically, trying to hidetheir naked bodies. "This is going to be great material for myvideo about the life of a teenager", David said, obviouslyhaving fun.
"David, if you EVER show that tape to anyone, I'll kill you!"Kelly yelled, being the first one to regain her self-control."Give that tape back", added Brenda in a voice as loud andauthoritative as Kelly's. David took a look a each girl, tryingto act as cool as possible. To his disappointment, Andrea hadbeen the first one to discover the possibilities of using atowel as clothing. Seeing her do this, the other two followedher example.
David started retreating slowly, watching each girl. "Don't tryanything", he said. "I can run much faster than you. Muchfaster! And I don't think that you would follow me wearing onlythose towels", he said and added a little cool smile.
"David. This is your last warning", Kelly threatened. "Give thattape back right now." David stood at least 40 feet away fromthem. She'd never catch him. In fact, she'd have to drop hertowel to be able to run, and she could never do that. Behind herangry mask she was ashamed and scared.
"David! Let's negotiate about this", asked Andrea, trying tosound as convincing and friendly as possible. He now stoodalmost 50 feet away from them. The video camera weighed a ton inhis hand.
"I think I'll keep the tape, though I'll never show it to anyoneelse", David said and started running. The girls took a quicklook at each other, dropped their towels and went after him.David looked back, yelped and changed to highest gear. Andrealost her courage and couldn't follow any further, afraid thatsomeone would see her naked body. The fear of what David woulddo with the tape - he could show it to all his nerd friends -made Kelly and Brenda run faster than ever. David looked backagain and saw them merely 20 feet away. And they were closing.
David tripped over something and fell. Before he could get up,the girls were all over him, beating and strangling him. Hetried to surrender, but Kelly gave him no chance. She sat onDavid's chest, and for a split second he realized that her pussywas only a foot away from his face. The thought didn't comforthim much when Brenda took the cassette and camera from him.
"I think I'll just smash this camera into thousand little piecesand make this sucker eat them", Brenda screamed, waving thecamera. Kelly strangled David and sobbed something he couldn'tmake out. "But I have a better idea" Brenda added.
David felt a strange sensation when he felt Brenda pulling histrousers down. His erection bent painfully when the trouserswent down. Kelly's tits dangled close to his face, and Kellyyelled something but everything was quiet and slow motion. Hewas running out of oxygen with no strength to fight back. Brendatook off his shoes and socks and pulled the trousers andunderpants out. His stiff dick was now visible, and for a momenthe thought Brenda was going to suck it so he wouldn't tellanyone what he had seen them do in this beach and then kellylooked back and laughed and stood up leaving his throat freeletting him breathe and then kelly pulled his shirt off withoutnoticing his effort to prevent it and he was buck naked andgirls run away waving his clothes and andrea stood over thereand laughed aloud and he was now able to breathe thank God!
David realized he was as naked as the girls had been a littlewhile ago. He looked around and saw dozens of faces looking athim curiously. "Wait! Come back!" he yelled and stood up,covering his shrunk penis with his hands. Everybody was laughingat him, and he ran after the girls.
"I was just joking", he shouted, but the girls had alreadydressed and ran to their car holding his clothes and thecassette. "Wait! You can't leave me like this!"
Brenda got the car going a little before David could grab it.Andrea gave him fingers - both of them. Kelly was just laughing.David tripped again, falling on his face. The car turned to theroad and accelerated. They obviously had no intention to comeback to him.
--LA Beat sneak previews of the next week!-"Dylan? Mom? What are you doing?"-"Kelly, I can sure tell you are your mother's daughter!"
-"Andrea, you are going to write about... WHAT?"

L.A. Beat - part 2
"I can't believe that jerk!" Brenda really needed some coolingoff when she steered the car on the fast lane and accelerated.They felt the highway underneath and its sensitive vibrationswhen the car slided smoothly forward like a puck on the ice.
"Well, we definitely taught him a little lesson", Kelly laughedand slapped a high five with Andrea, who had laughed almost allthe way from the beach. "I don't think that he will tell anyonewhat happened. Andrea, did you see his face when Brenda pulledhis pants down?" Andrea gasped some breath and shook her headbefore answering. "No, you were sitting on his chest, but soonafter that, yes!"
"Hey, wait a minute", said Brenda. "Who's got the tape?"
"I have it right here with his pants", Andrea answeredcheerfully from the back seat. One could have never believedthat this little brat was the same person who had, a couple ofhours earlier, grieved over the failure of her work. "What arewe going to do with it?"
"We'd better destroy it completely", Brenda said and overtook atruck that crawled forward. "I'm not going to stay awake everynight, worried if someone will find it tomorrow."
"Come on, Brenda", said Kelly, "don't be such a party-pooper. Icould very well keep it. My mom never touches my things. I mean,girls, shouldn't we at least watch this tape once?" Kelly turnedagain to Andrea and they both burst giggling. Brenda wasn't asamused.
"The state of your privacy could soon change, when David becomesyour brother", Brenda reminded the others.
"Tell me more about it and I'll puke", said Kelly, causingAndrea fall laughing down to the back seat with suddendeceleration. "That dweeb got to see my tits and pussy a bit tooclose. I don't want to think about him ever again." Kelly kept alittle pause, the continued. "And guess what I'm really madabout? I had just began thinking that he might be a decent humanbeing, after all."
Brenda slowed down and steered the car into the turnpike. Thesun was still well above the horizon, and there was surprisinglylittle traffic. "Are you going to tell Donna about this?" Andreaasked. "After all, she is David's girl."
"I don't think that she'd be too happy to hear this", answeredKelly. "Did she tell you that while her parents were gone awhile ago, she invited David to their house and David had askedher to sleep with him?"
"Sounds like our boy has reached his poberty", Andrea snapped,casually searching through David's clothes. "And I'm not theonly virgin around here. At least I'm not even close to be themost inexperienced one. I still got my maidenhead, but thatdoesn't mean anything to me. At least not much anymore. Thankyou, Kelly, for what you did to me. It was so close. It couldhave turned out so much differently."
Kelly appreciated Andrea's thanking her, but reminded her thather magical fingers started the whole thing. "But we're notgoing to do this again", Brenda said and the others agreed.Their life was too complicated and difficult without arelationship like that. Happening only once, indicents like thiscould be a paradise, but prolonging them would gradually makethem hellish.
"We've been friends for so long and gone through so muchtogether", Kelly said. "In a way, I'm happy that this happened.We can talk so much more freely now." Andrea nodded and turnedher attention from David's clothes, having checked them insideout. She asked how much Kelly and Brenda talked about their sexlife to each other. After all, they were the best friends.Brenda stopped at the red light and told Andrea that it reallydidn't happen too often. Kelly agreed with that.
"How often do you do it to yourselves?" Andrea snapped quickly,turning both heads back. A honk from the car behind them madeBrenda turn her face back to traffic, where the lights weregreen again. "Come on, we've had more intimate moments thanthis. I confess that I do it often. Not on a daily basis, butoften. In fact I know now what I'm going to write the editorialabout. Masturbation... the beauty of."
"You're going to write the editorial about WHAT?" Kelly askedwith an extreme expression on her face. Andrea looked at her asif she didn't understand what the fuss was all about."Masturbation. I wonder why I never got that before. It is areally big thing in our lives. Brandon, Steve, Dylan... they alldo it. Everyone does it. I must write about it, try to wake someconversation. The boys can talk about in their locker rooms.Time has come to rise to next level."
"I guess you're right", said Kelly and took one little breathbefore continuing. "I do it three or four times a week. When I'min the mood." Brenda succeeded in turning to the right lane. "Iremember when I first discovered it", Kelly continued. "I wasthirteen. My mom was drunk as usual, fallen asleep downstairs. Itook a bath and dreamed of the boys in the high school footballteam. Then... well, it just happened."
Andrea and Kelly giggled again. After a short silence, whileBrenda slowed down to avoid hitting some skateboarding kids,Andrea dared her tell her story. "Come on, Brenda, we've alreadytold about us. And if I can tell anything about the show yougave me when I was doing Kelly, you're no beginner in it. Itlooked really delicious."
"All right then, if you really want to know. I was thirteen, andit was winter in Minnesota. I was all alone, and I was supposedto be doing my homework. Well, Mom had that book in her library,and I used to read it when no-one was home." Brenda's voice wasexciting, as if she was telling the others some secret. And in away, she was. "Was it one of Henry Miller's books? I sure haveread them all", Andrea asked.
"Nooo.. it was... no, I can't tell you. It's too embarassing",Brenda said. Kelly punched her softly on her arm, urging her totell. It was one of those moments in a girl squad, when thetension was thick enough to be carved with a knife and yet itfelt so nice. "OK then, but promise me you don't laugh or thinkthat I'm some sort of a maniac or anything", she said. Kelly andAndrea promised not to do so.
"It was Wild Boys by William Burroughs", she confessed quickly.The other girls broke their promise and exploded laughing.Andrea had read the book, of course, and Kelly, even with nothaving read the book, was amused by the title. "Calm down now,you promised me", Brenda yelled in a slightly angry voice as sheturned the car to the street they lived in.
"The title tells it all", Andrea said, calming her laughterdown. "It's all right, Brenda, I also read the book twice andenjoyed the scenes with all those guys doing it to each other.Sorry about our laughing. We don't think anything about you."
"Why is it that boys, and I mean all them, not only David, liketo watch women doing it to each other", Kelly asked. Brenda andAndrea took a little timeout to answer. Brenda told how she hada few years ago found a copy of Penthouse in Brandon's room,which made other girls gasp their breath. Brandon had readPenthouse? "I guess he didn't do it for the articles", Brendaadded.
"I once leafed through a copy", Kelly said. "I think that menare sick. Or why aren't there magazines for us women, showinggorgeous hunks doing it together? Because we don't want them. Weare sane", she told the others. Andrea shook her head and saidthat men like visual stimulation, women prefer reading books.And men like lesbian scenes, because if there are men in thepicture, there is competition.
The car pulled over to the yard, and Brenda invited girls for asoda. They agreed readily, because it had certainly been a hotday. They walked over to the kitchen door. Jim Walsh was on abusiness trip and wouldn't come back until tomorrow. Brendaopened the door and headed for the fridge. The faint sound ofthe running shower echoed from the upstairs.
"Is that Brandon?" asked Brenda. "No, it can't be. He's got ashift in the Peach Pit. It must be Mom." She dropped thesubject, browsed through the fridge and found no sodas. Insteadshe poured them some orange juice. Andrea emptied her glassfirst and put it in the machine. Other girls took their glasseswith them to Brenda's room.
The door to the bathroom was half open. Brenda took a quick lookinside while Kelly and Andrea proceeded to her room. The Mom wasin the shower... but there was someone else, too. Some man, whomshe couldn't recognize behind the untransparent glass. It wasn'this father. Brenda stepped forward and closed her mouth. Shehadn't made a single sound. The pair in the shower had heardnothing through the water and their own moans. And yet there wassomething very familiar in the man. It took a long time forBrenda to believe it.
The man was Dylan, and he was taking a passionate shower withher mother.
"It can't be. It just can't be", she thought hectically behindher frozen expression. Her eyes and ears told her the truth hermind was trying the deny. It was definitely Dylan. Her veryboyfriend, whom she loved more than anything else in the world.
Andrea had appeared behind her, watching the scene over hershoulder. She made no sound either. Brenda pushed her softlyaway and took her to her room, where Kelly was lying on the bedwithout a hunch. Brenda shut the door and told everyone to bequiet. Then she leaned her back on the door, closed her eyes andclenched her hands in a fist.
"Who's that man in the shower with your mom", Andrea asked in avery, very unsure voice.
"It's Dylan", Brenda answered monotonously. That kind of thingwas just too much. It was like you can walk on the hot coals ifthey are hot enough and burn your feet if they are colder. Itwas just too much. How could Dylan and her mother end up makinglove? She imagined how it had happened. Dylan had droppedBrandon home. Brandon had invited him inside. Mom had been homeand they had chatted. Dylan had stayed long enough, and Brandonhad left for work. Dylan had forgotten something and returned totheir home. And then...
Andrea stopped Kelly for going to see for herself. Brenda openedher eyes, stopped the film that was running in her head and toldher friends to get out. She'd give them a call afterwards. Kellyand Andrea rushed out as quietly as possible. Brenda went to thebathroom door and looked in.
Dylan and Mom had stepped out of the shower. Brenda saw Dylan'sfully erected dick in her mother's palm. They were french-kissing so intensely that they didn't notice anything. Her momrun her other hand in Dylan's wet hair while he had his bothhands firmly on her nicely-shaped ass. She lowered herselfgradually, licking his handsome chest until she finally reachedher penis, which she circled with her tongue. Dylan had his faceturned down to his partner.
She took his penis in her mouth and started humping itrhythmically. Dylan moaned in pleasure. Brenda saw her mother'sswollen tits swinging as she gentled them with her free hand.Brenda stood there, both fascinated and angry. She wanted toscream but she couldn't. She just watched her mother and herboyfriend enjoy each other.
Dylan pushed Mrs. Walsh's head gently back, telling her hedidn't want to come yet. She sat down on her bare wet ass andopened her legs, telling him to enter her. Dylan got on hisknees and told her to open herself. Brenda saw her mother haveher usual, beautiful smile, which turned into a round,pleasantly surprised o when Dylan entered her. Dylan leaned onher and kissed her smoothly, and they both moaned when Dylanmoved his penis back and forth. And they didn't even use anyprotection. For some strange reason, Brenda was more shockedover this than the whole situation itself, and she wondered why.
Brenda was able to see clearly how Dylan's cock moved in an outbetween her mother's pussy hair. Little by little they found amutual rhythm. After a few minutes of humping, Dylan's movementsintensified as she thrust his dick deeper and deeper. Brenda sawher mother push her tongue out, and after Dylan did the same,they played with each other, sometimes licking each other's neckand face. "I'm coming", Dylan told her, and she answered withloud moans of pleasure. Suddenly Mrs. Walsh's body went tense,she stretched herself and yelled with pleasure of her orgasm. Inmere seconds Dylan reached his climax, shooting his load intoher pulsating pussy. Mrs. Walsh grabber Dylan's ass to controlhis movements. She helped him push his dick deeper than ever,intensifying his orgasm beyond infinity.
Dylan fell on the top of her, totally drained of all energy. Sherelaxed and hummed something. "You are fantastic", Dylan said."Well, thank you", she replied, "now aren't you glad that I wasable to persuade you to stay?" She smiled at him so beautifullyand kissed her. "My daughter is such a lucky young woman to havea boyfriend like you."
"I love Brenda", Dylan said in a serious voice. Brenda felt asudden emotion too strange to describe with words, but then itpassed. She retreated to the corridor without knowing what to donext. "I really enjoyed this, but I don't want to continue withthis kind of relationship", Dylan said in the bathroom. "Somedayshe'll find out. I love her too much to hurt her like that."
"I know", Brenda heard her mother say. "And I love Jim, and Icould never hurt him. So, let's keep this our little secret,shall we?" Brenda heard Dylan say nothing, but she knew that hehad agreed by nodding his head. Brenda walked out of the houseas quickly and fast as possible, because they'd come out of thebathroom in a matter of minutes. She didn't want to embarassthem. Perhaps she'd tell Dylan about this - some day.
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L.A. Beat - part 3
"And you didn't do anything", Kelly's voice asked astonished.Brenda nodded to no-one, then realized how stupid it was to nodwhen talking to a phone, then realized that no-one had seen herstupidity. She went on telling about what she had done. She hadslipped out of the house and driven quietly away for half anhour. When she had came back, Dylan had been gone and her motherhad looked like her normal self as if nothing had happened.Brenda had gone to her room and called Kelly immediately. Momwas going to spent the rest of the evening with some of herfriends and was doing her makeup.
"Well, at least your life is settled for a while", Kelly said,"but guess what has happened here? My mom just told me that we'llhave dinner together with Mel and David! And they'll be here anyminute!"
Brenda giggled for a while, imagining David sitting at the tableashamed in front of Kelly's eyes. Kelly had enough authority tokeep David's eyes set to the ground.
"Wait a minute", Brenda said suddenly. "What about the tape?"
"Andrea asked to have it for a day, and I saw no reason whynot", Kelly answered. "Don't worry, it will be all right. She'dnever show it to anyone else." Brenda heard the doorbell ring inTaylor's house. "Uh oh, have to go now. Wish me luck."
"Sure", Kelly heard Brenda say before hanging up. She stood upand walked downstairs. Mel and David were at the door welcomedby her mother, and as the girls had predicted, David couldn'tlook at Kelly's eyes for a second. Something about him touchedKelly and she promised not to be too harsh on him. After all,he'd already gone through quite a humiliation. Kelly wonderedhow he had survived to his home without clothes.
"Hello, Kelly, you look marvelous", Mel said and gave her a hugwith his normal, gentleman-like courtesy. Kelly asked herselfhow father and son could be so much unlike, found no answer andquit bothering herself with the thought. The delicious smell ofher mother's cookings filled the air, but they'd have to waitfor ten more minutes for the food to be ready. Jackie asked themto wait in the living room while she set the table.
David and Mel sat on the same sofa, and Kelly took a position asfar from them as possible without looking suspicious. "So, howwas your day?" Mel asked, obviously trying to startconversation. "Well... you know, the usual", she answered. "Girlstuff."
Something in her answer created a little smile on Mel's face,and Kelly felt an invisible rush run through her spine. David'seyes travelled on the furniture, ceiling and (mostly) floor,while Mel's intense but very mild-mannered stare made Kelly feelsomehow awkward. Kelly felt the smell of spicy fish in her nose,and for a minute the situation was very surreal for her. Visionof Mel Silver and Jackie, gone sooner than it even appeared.Blue tulips. And his soothing smile.
"Girl stuff?" Mel said, laughing a little. "I'm sorry, but girlshave always been an unfathomed sea for me. Could you tell mesomething more?"
"Well... girl stuff. Like shopping with your friends with yourrenewed credit card. You know." Kelly had a hunch that shecouldn't deal with this man the same way she used to remain oneof the most popular girls in the high school.
Mel looked outside the living room door and then at Kelly. Thistime his face told Kelly he knew before he even opened hermouth. They heard her mother take the kettle off the stove.
"Kelly, I know what happened earlier today. It took a lot ofpersuasion to extract the information from David, but therearen't too many excuses for a boy to phone his father and askhim to pick him up at a quiet place near the beach. And this boyhappened to be completely naked. He hadn't even picked anewspaper to cover himself or anything. All he had with him washis video camera."
David obviously wished that his father had remained quiet,staring at the ceiling, teeth securely locked together. Kellyhid her face in her hands, desperately thinking of something toget her out of this and quick. "David told me everything thathappened. Everything, even though it was too unbelievable forme. At first." Kelly wanted to die, and when she heard hermother open the oven's lid she gasped with frenzy. Mel calmedher down, telling her that he wouldn't tell anything to Jackie.There was one condition, though.
Kelly's mother noticed that the dinner had been quite tense. Shehad tried to start a conversation several times, but all thefeedback she got were little noddings and one-syllable words.There had been an invisible bond between her daughter and herhusband-to-be, but she hadn't been able to tell anything aboutits nature or meaning. And David had been so quiet and shy allthe time. Something was definitely going on, and she was goingto find out everything about it.
"I gave it to Andrea", she heard Kelly say as she stepped intothe living room. Everyone looked surprised for her returning sofast from the bathroom. "You gave Andrea what?" she asked.
"Nothing. Just a thing."
"Stop that, everyone", she said, almost screaming. "I know thereis something going on here, and no-one has told me anythingabout it. My patience is almost over, and it's very obvious thatyou all know something serious." Her sudden burst of angerdidn't surprise anyone - it had only been a matter of time. "So.Who's going to tell me about it?"
No-one had anything to say, so Jackie repeated her threat, thistime louder. Kelly was the first to break. She jumped on herfeet and ran past her mother, straight upstairs to her room. Melstarted talking, telling her everything he knew with his calmvoice. David wasn't able to listen, and he ran after Kelly.Jackie made no effort to stop him. Mel's story ended with hisrequest for Kelly to return to tape to David to pay for thehumiliation. Of course, David had to promise under oath andsevere consequences of breaking it that he'd keep the tape in asecure place and never show it to anyone else.
Jackie sat on the sofa and let her head fall behind, staying inthat position for a while. Mel apologized, saying that it hadbeen a stupid idea and if Jackie was mad at him he'd understand.Jackie looked back at him, and she was laughing happily, herworries proven wrong. Mel felt a part of the stone in his throatdisappear.
"And I thought that it was something serious", Jackie began."Those girls spend so much time with each other that it's not asurprise that such things happen sometime. I guess this is allright to tell you, and you have the right to know, but I oncehad a sexual relationship with a woman in my youth. I'm sure Ican understand Kelly, because in her age they are just testing.As an M.D., you know that, don't you, Mel?"
"That's right, but David did a bad thing. I understand that heis interested in watching, but videotaping them went a littletoo far. But he's already got his punishment", Mel said. Jackielooked upstairs, as if wondering about their children. "I thinkwe'd better consider this case closed. No-one is hurt, but ourmeddling with it would only make it worse", she said. Mel agreedwith that.
Jackie stood up and went to sit with Mel. They wrapped theirhands around each other and kissed passionately. "I think I wantyou right now", Mel said as their lips parted. Jackie rushedback on him and they french-kissed for a minute, caressing eachother with common passion. "My place or yours?" Mel asked,trying to sound like a private eye in a film noir movie. Jackiegiggled and smiled. "Yours", she answered, "let's leave the kidssettling this with each other. I'm sure they won't do anythingthey'd regret later."
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Brandon couldn't believe his eyes. He was in his room watchingsome tape he had found on her sister's desk. First he hadthought that it had been the recording from the recent schoolevent, but he had soon learned that he had been wrong. The firstten minutes were various shots from the beach - he had evenlaughed a little when a beach bully appeared in the screen, thepicture shook and then there was a cut to the other side of thebeach. Then there was a cut to something that made him snap wideawake.
The recording was done in a bush, several branches and leavesdisturbingly on the way. Then Brandon recognized her sister'smoaning face between the green. Here the cameraman approachedthe actors a few feet and zoomed in a bit, so he could clearlysee the scene. Brenda was totally nude, fingering herself in afrenzy. Her lily-white flesh wiggled with frenzy as she fingeredherself. Zoom in to her pussy. Fingers moving back and forth.
Zoom out, full scene. Pan to left. Brandon gasped his breathwhen he saw Andrea fingering naked Kelly, both's eyes closed inpassion, smiles so wide that their teeth were showing. Beautifulsmiles. Zoom in to Kelly's rocking pussy. Pan to tits and facewrithing in ecstasy. Brandon had never seen Kelly so beautiful.Andrea had just come to visit Bren and they had left ten minutesago, laughing and telling apparent inside jokes. Zoom out, panto Andrea's face. She's saying something he can't make out. Zoomout to full scene. Brenda reaching her orgasm, Kelly soon tofollow. Andrea with an expression Brandon could have neverimagined on her face.
Brandon heard the door open downstairs and footsteps rushingupstairs. The damn machine took its time to eject the tape, andwhen it had finally done it, Brenda was already rushing past hisdoor to her room. "No!" she yelled, and Brandon knew why she'dcome back. He heard Andrea calling for Brenda, probably at thefoot of the stairs.
Brenda appeared on his door, looking furious. The situation wasso obvious that neither of them had anything to say. "Andrea!Come here", Brenda shouted, not leaving her eyes off herbrother. "What is it?" Andrea asked, and they heard how sheclimbed the stairs quickly.
"Give that tape back to me right now." Brenda's eyes hadnarrowed and her voice was icy. Andrea arrived and realized thesituation instantly. She stared at Brandon, who was grinning atthem. "Looks like my sister and my editor-in-chief share someinteresting hobbies together. Who filmed the tape? Oh yes..." hesaid as if he had remembered something, "the peeping tom wasDavid, wasn't it? Looks a lot like his camerawork."
They had had arguments like this when they were kids, butnaturally none on this subject. "No matter who it was", Brendasaid, ready to murder. "You are going to give it back to me.Right now. Can you hear me?"
Brandon walked calmly on the VCR and inserted the tape. Itstarted playing automatically, while Brenda made no effort ingetting the tape back, stunned by Brandon's behaviour. Her faceappeared on the screen, eyes closed, mouth open, saliva on herlips. Quick pan to left, in Andrea. She blushed when she sawherself on Brandon's television set, smiling her usual,beautiful smile. Then she realized that her nipples were pokingthrough her blouse.
"It's not what you think!" she suddenly yelled, surprising themboth. "I would have done it with you, Brandon, remember? When wewere riding in that carousel and you just couldn't understandwhat I was offering you? I'm no lesbian! We were just havingfun!"
"I'm sure you were", Brandon said. "And some fun it was", hecontinued. On TV Kelly and Brenda were lying on their towels,too exchausted to do anything but moan and caress their bodies."Would you like to go on with that fun?"
Brandon's question snapped the girls to react oppositely. Andreawas delighted, smiling surprisedly at Brandon. She'd definitelyagree. Brenda was shocked, his own brother asking her to dothis. Definitely not! There had to be some limits!
"Come on", Andrea said, releasing her horniness. "He doesn'twant you to touch him. But I want you to touch me where it feelsthe best." She kissed Brenda on the cheek, making her fight withdifferent emotions. Andrea purred and slid her hand along herbody. Brenda made no effort to resist.
"That's the spirit, Bren", Brandon said and sat on his bed.Brenda answered in Andrea's kiss, probing her cheeks with hertongue. Andrea moaned and placed her both hands on Brenda's ass,rubbing them softly against it. Brenda run her fingers downAndrea's spine, making her whisper how much she lover her touch.
In a few minutes both girls were naked and doing 69 on thefloor. Brandon was only wearing his shorts, but they couldn'thide the bulge inside them. Andrea was on the top, lappingBrenda like a dog, while Brenda practised some moresophisticated methods. Brenda massaged Andrea's neck with hertoes, sometimes playing with her long hair. The door was locked,even though there was no-one else home at the moment.
Brenda moved her hands to grab Andrea's dangling tits andstarted playing with her nipples. This made Andrea bury her faceon Brenda's silky pussy hair and suck on her clitorisfrantically. Brenda pulled Andrea closer to her and moved hertongue inside out, moaning as if she was humming. Brandon puthis hand inside his shorts, gave his dick a few good strokes,then stopped and pulled his shorts down.
Andrea turned her face to look at Brandon, and she waspositively shocked at the sight of Brandon's hard-on. She staredat it for a long time until Brenda used her feet to gently pushher back to her pussy. Brenda opened her eyes and saw Brandonapproaching. To her surprise, she felt perfectly at ease. Justas long as Brandon didn't try to do anything on her.
"Come here, Brandon", Andrea begged and took her face offBrenda's pussy. Her lips were wet with Brenda's pussy juice -there was a lot on her nose, too. Brandon went on his knees infront of Andrea. Andrea moved her body so that she was sittingon Brenda's face, smiled at Brandon with her usual, cute smile,the closed her eyes as if hit with sudden pleasure. Brenda'shands were eagerly groping her tits, and Andrea returned thefavor by massaging Brenda's beautiful, white breast. Brandontook a closer look at her sister's pussy wide open in front ofhim, but then Brenda pulled her legs together, blocking theview.
Disappointed for a while, then reminding himself that it wouldhave been forbidden for him anyway, he went on his knees aboveBrenda's pussy, careful not to touch it. He was sitting two feetaway from Andrea, who still had his hands on Brenda's swollenbreasts. She opened her eyes, saw Brandon front of her andsmiled. She gasped her breath sharply, remembering that she wasgoing to touch a man for the first time now. It felt differentthan she had thought, almost as if she had done it before. Eagershe was, though - and it would still be Brandon, just like inher dreams!
Both Brandon and Andrea bent forward, meeting halfway for adelicious kiss. Brandon lift his hands on Andrea's tits,caressing them with Brenda. Andrea moaned and Brandon could feelher warm breath. He felt the taste of pussy juice on her mouth,remembered whose taste it was and enjoyed it. He felt theforbidden pleasure run over his spine, and he wanted to taste itfor as long as possible.
Andrea pulled back, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Shelifted her hands and placed them on Brandon's cock, sliding themcuriously all over it. Brandon closed his eyes and whispered howhe wanted more. Andrea was inexperienced, but very satisfying.Brenda's slurping became louder and more intense, and the girlsformed a machine, working in a one, perfect rhythm. Brandoncould feel Brenda's work through Andrea. He opened his eyes andsaw Andrea going down on him.
First she teased his cock with her tongue, licking it likecandy. Brandon placed one of her hands gently on his balls, andshe started caressing them. It wasn't perfect, but she was onthe right lines. Brandon put his hands behind Andrea's neck,massaging her only with his fingertips.
Andrea took his dick properly in her mouth, holding it with herleft hand at the same time. Her right hand was still handlinghis balls. Andrea's head was moving back and forth, and hermouth was dripping a mixture of her saliva and Brandon's pre-come. Brandon was ohyessing when his dick operated like a pistonin her mouth, and he intensified the movement with his hips. No-one had ever done anything this good to him - not Cheryl, notEmily, and those were the girls he'd gone to bed with so far.Brandon had felt it so nice last time when he had been high onEmily's euphoria. But this was clean, this had no side-effectsnor a hangover.
Andrea suddenly stopped and rose up. Brandon saw Brenda's faceappear, and she gasped when she saw his wet cock above her. "Iwant you to come inside me", Andrea said. Brenda moved a fewfeet backwards, leaving some space between her and her brother.Brandon reached out for the condom he had placed on the tablenext to him, took it out and rolled it on his dick. Andreakissed Brandon and positioned herself facing Brenda, telling herthat she'd return the favour. Brenda smiled and spread her legswide, and Brandon caught a glimpse of her wet pussy. Then Andrealifted her butt up, Brandon lowered himself on his knees andcarefully inserted his tool in the shaft between Andrea's legs.
"Oh yes, do it to me", Andrea moaned and closed her eyes. Shesupported herself on her elbows while fingering Brenda. Brendarocked her body around and lifted her legs high. She was lickingher tits, giving equal turns to both of them until they weresoaking wet. Andrea's breathing had turned extremely short andsharp, and Brandon was moaning like a steamboat.
"I think I'm going to come real soon", Andrea said beforereaching out Brenda's pussy with her tongue. Brenda wasfingering herself, but stopped that to give Andrea more room tooperate. "Oh yes, I am going to come. Just don't stop, Brandon,please do it to me." Brandon increased his pace, getting hornierand hornier with Andrea's every word. Andrea lifted her headagain, arched her back and started yelling. Brandon felt herorgasmic muscles tickling the tip of his cock, and suddenly hisballs started spurting their come. He thrust his rod deep insideAndrea's vibrating love hole, and they both yelled in ecstasy asthey came simultaneously.
Brenda, moved by the sight of their faces when they came, gotherself over the egde, exploded inside her body and went aaaahwhile moving her finger rapidly inside her pussy. The musclesabove her waist felt the floor and added their share in theorgasmic flow. When Brandon pulled out, Andrea fell forward onBrenda's pulsating abdomen and remained there, smiling happily.Brandon's hardon had lost most of its might, but he still feltthe pleasure as he rolled the condom off his dick. He caressedhim postorgasmic penis for a few seconds until he couldn't do itany more.
"Oh God", Brenda said, sat up and kissed Andrea. "Well, was yourfirst time good for you?"
"This was better than I ever imagined", Andrea answered andturned to kiss Brandon, who had sat down beside her. "I love youboth." Brandon gave Brenda a wink, and she blushed like aschoolgirl. Somehow they didn't feel ashamed at all, and Brendadidn't try to hide her private parts from Brandon. Then theyboth gave some smooth, tantalizing caressing on Andrea's earnipples, which felt so funny she giggled. "You are bothfantastic."
Brandon stepped up and started the tape. "Oh no", the girlssaid, playfully though. "Oh yes", Brandon said and came back tothem. On the tape Andrea was getting her pussy eaten in acloseup shot. She blushed and turned her face down, but Brendagave her a quick kiss, which made Andrea start a joyful littlepillow fight with her. "I wonder if should have invited Kelly,too?" she said when the fight had been resolved with lots oflaughing.
"I wouldn't have minded her", Brandon said carelessly. "But Istill would have wanted to come inside you, Andrea", hecontinued, understanding the hint in her face.
"Good for you", Andrea laughed. "But I think that that wouldhave caused quite an inequality between sexes here. Then wewould have invited Dylan also. Don't look at me like that,Brenda! You would have had a monopoly on him, of course."
"And good for you that you said that, but I don't think that itwould have worked out. I mean, we are all friends, but... Idon't think that it will work with groups bigger than this. AndI don't think I even want to try that."
Brandon agreed with that, and Andrea asked him how they weregoing to go on after this. Brandon sat down and told her that heliked her very much, but couldn't go steady with her. Andreasighed, but seemed to accept the fact. Brenda gave her a kissand welcomed her to the club. She had seen so many girls enterthe club, knowing that they'd never get Brandon.
On the television screen Andrea was just starting to come in the
- L.A. Beat - part 4
"I'would have never believed that I passed that history testwith a B", Kelly laughed. Donna agreed and picked a gorgeousblouse from the rack, posing it to Kelly in front of her. "OhGod", Kelly said, "now how come I missed that artifact? Pleasegive it me, I'll pay you anything for that!"
"No way", Donna said, searching the price tag. "I wonder whatDavid will say about this. He never makes any comments onanything I wear."
Donna's words conjured an image in Kelly's mind she didn't wantto share with Donna. After all, she wouldn't probablyunderstand. Kelly had had a little discussion with David theprevious day: he had apologized and was still friends withKelly. She had promised not to tell Donna anything about theirlittle incident.
"Are you going to buy it?" Kelly asked, eager to grab the blousefor Donna's smallest hesitation. Donna found the price tag andnodded her eyebrows. She was on the egde, and Kelly tried toinvent something to make her give up. After all, Donna couldnever spend $400 on a blouse unlike Kelly, who sometimes spent$1000 an evening for new clothes she'd wear for a day or two.
"Well... no. You can have it. It's too expensive, and I wasgoing to buy new bikinis", Donna said, and Kelly had grabbed theblouse before she could finish her sentence. Kelly examined thegarment greedily, ready to kill it with her credit card. For amoment Donna thought she saw her ancient foremother come tolife, then the moment passed and she set her course to thebeachwear department.
"Do you think that David will like my wearing these", Donnaasked playfully. The bikinis were only slightly larger than theamount of dollars on the price tag. Kelly was pretty amused ofDonna's chitchat how David never seemed to watch other girlswhile they were in the beach together. Then her attention wasdrawn to a pair of real killer bikinis, which would make everybeach hunk turn on his stomach when seeing her pass wearingthem. Though she had no intention of buying those - even lessactually wearing them in public, she remembered her Halloweenexperience too well - she decided she wanted the kicks forseeing how she looked like wearing them. Only she and themirror. She picked up the bikinis and went to try them on.
In a minute she was alone in a little room, a big mirror on onewall, curtains on the other and her naked in the middle. Shestopped for a while to look at her naked body. Yesterday'sexperiments hadn't altered her body in any visible way. Shereleased her hair and let it set itself free with a fewmovements of her head. She noticed how it reached down to hernipple when she struck some funny poses. To her surprise, shemanaged to look like a nude Vogue cover for a while, then burstlaughing and picked up the bikinis.
"Kelly!" she heard Donna whisper. She instinctively covered herpussy with the bikinis she held her right hand and her tits withthe left hand. "What is it?" she whispered back. Donna was justbehind the mirror wall, her voice obviously indicating someproblems.
"I can't understand how this wretched thing works!" Donna saidquietly but angrily.
"Wait a second, I'll be there to help you", Kelly said andpulled her shirt and the bikini top on. She peeked between thecurtain and the wall that the route was clear - and of course itwas, it was a corridor sealed from the sight of curious malecustomers, forced to follow their wives to choose from endlessrow of clothes they couldn't differentiate from each other.
Donna was wearing the bikini bottom when Kelly came in. She wasalso wearing the top, but it was hanging loose in a very uglyway. She was battling with it when Kelly entered. Kelly closedthe curtain after her, which made Donna stop her efforts.
"Unbelievable, did they make this in Russia or what", Donnasaid, her face blushing. Kelly smiled when she realized thesituation: Donna had faced the new generation of bikini tops.Kelly had had difficulties coping with them, but now she used noother kind of swimwear.
"Stand still", she giggled. "I will put them on you. These canbe a bit tricky at first." Donna turned around, facing themirror. Kelly stepped behind her and quickly succeeded inputting them on Donna. For a while they examined her image inthe mirror, saying a word or two now and then, but somethingwasn't right just then. "Now I think I know the problem. Itshouldn't be worn like that with breasts shaped like yours",Kelly snapped. She quickly placed her hands on Donna's tits,altering the position of the bikini top.
Donna, surprised of her friend's effectiveness, just stoodstill, feeling her little hands working on her breasts. "Isthere something wrong with my breasts?" she asked shyly, unsureof the situation. "No", Kelly said, checking her progress in themirror. Not yet perfect, but an improvement. Donna closed hereyes and sighed. There was something unbelievably erotic onKelly's action she couldn't understand. "They are justdifferently shaped than mine. Now I think that I got it. What doyou think of it now, Donna? Donna?"
Donna opened her eyes as if woken from a dream to harsh reality.She cleared her throat and started telling how good it lookedlike now when Kelly had done the great job she could have neverdone herself and now the bikini looked just great. Kelly didn'tpay attention on her obvious avoiding and denying of something,she just kept looking at her, smiling. Donna stopped her talkingand looked shyly into Kelly's eyes.
"Did you like my hands on your breasts?" she asked.
After a while, Donna nodded and turned away from Kelly, lookingat herself in the mirror.
"As I look at that top now", Kelly said, "I don't think that itis still OK." She repeated what she had done a moment earlier,but this time she concentrated on what was under the bikinis.Her fingers found Donna's nipples and traveller around them,making them harden. Donna's breathing became audible as Kellyslowly approached her shoulder and gave it a kiss that barelytouched it. She followed her aura along the neck, caressing itsmoothly while removing the top with her hands. Donna shook abit when she saw her nipples appear in the mirror, but thenKelly started caressing her ear nipple and brought her hands onher breasts, letting the bikini top fall on the floor.
Donna brought her hands closer to Kelly's. She placed herfingers between hers and started controlling her passionatemovements, gradually intensing them as her breasts swell.Kelly's lips moved down the her neck and started their slow journey along the spine. "Oh yes", Donna moaned as Kelly'stongue massaged every single bone on her back.
When Kelly had reached her butt Donna moved theirs hands to thewaistline and guided them to grab the bikini bottom. Kellyrolled it the her ankles, the smell of her passion intensifyingher own. Donna turned around and sat down, spreading her legs.The bikini bottom was still hanging from her other leg. Kellytook a good look at her friend's virgin pussy lying front ofher. She couldn't decide whether to taste her beautiful breastsor her pussy first. Donna was supporting herself on her elbows,her head leaning back and her hands or her tits. Kelly dive intoher cunt, dying to taste her smell and compare it to hermemories of Andrea and Brenda.
"Oh YES", Donna moaned when Kelly touched her pussy with hertongue. "Oooh, it feels so good! Ooh, do it to me!" shewhispered and placed her other hand on Kelly's neck. Kellyprobed her interiors, found her pulsating, swollen and deliciousclitoris and and caressed it with her tongue. Donna thought shewas going to die, the feeling was so intense. She wanted to grabKelly and do the same to her, she wanted Kelly to do it to herat the same time, and the lust was so total that she wanted todo everything to her at this very moment. She let her torso fallon the floor and leaned her head as back as possible to seeKelly in the mirror. All she could see was her blonde hairrocking above her pussy, and she felt how her soft and wet organfilled her vagina as nicely as it could ever be.
"I want you, Kelly, I want you right now to fuck me", shedemanded, moaning softly between and during each word. She satup, took Kelly on her armpits and pulled her face close to hers.They kissed passionately while Donna placed herself in thehorizontal position and pulled Kelly above her. She slid herhands under Kelly's bikinis and caressed her soft and cool butt,travelling closer to her pussy every second. Kelly finallypulled her bikinis and shirt off and threw them in the corner.They wrapped their legs around each other, took one good look ateach other's lustful face and started the action as ifcontrolled by same mind.
Kelly started humping her, the sound of their genital hairrubbing together making her wilder and wilder. Then she foundthe position and the pace, and Donna relaxed like a medusa asshe took everything Kelly offered her. Their tits dangledtogether, smoothly touching each other. Donna reached as far shecould with her hands and found the end of Kelly's vaginal lipsclose to her asshole. This made Kelly ahh as she lost thecontrol of her body for a moment, the she regained it and wenton with making their pussies one. Kelly placed her arms underDonna's shoulders and her head, running them through her hairand neck.
"You feel so good", Donna said, then felt a sudden shiver ofpleasure which made her bite her teeth together and then cry alittle, sharp cry. Kelly lifted her torso up, offering her hipsa better way to move back and forth. The smooth, silky sound oftheir pussy hair mixing was incredible. Donna inserted herforefinger in Kelly's asshole and felt her anal muscles shiverat the touch of her fingertip. "I'm going to come", Kellyannounced. "Just hold it right there, Donna, it feels so good.It has never felt this good before."
Donna's clitoris felt how Kelly's love organ transformed andstarted vibrating, as did her anal muscles around her finger,and her face had the ultimate expression of pleasure. Herthrusts stopped for a while, and Donna felt her clit coveredwith something sticky and wet, then Kelly thrust once again,this time very differently when compared to what she had donebefore. She was coming, and she was coming good. For a momentDonna was unsure of what to do, then the feeling on her pussytook the control over her whole body. She had masturbated onlyfor a dozen times in her life, and this was so different. Thistime she had her best friend with her, her whole body againsthers, feeling the mutual feeling.
Her own orgasm reached its absolute climax when Kelly wasalready calming down. Kelly inserted her tongue in Donna's mouthand licked her tongue and teeth thoroughly. Donna took hisfinger out of Kelly's asshole and dig them all in her sweatingbutt. Their pussies were touching each other again, and now itwas her turn to lubricate them. Kelly fell on Donna, and for hersurprise she didn't feel heavy at all. "Oh God", she gasped."What a ride." Kelly gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
In a few moments Kelly had sneaked out after checking that thecorridor was safe. It was a quiet time of the day, so no-one hadheard them. They both dressed quickly, took their shoppings andheaded towards the shop assistant who had been inventoring thejacket racks. They paid for the things they wanted - Kelly'sblouse and Donna's bikinis and went outside, giggling andwinking at each other. Donna put her sunglasses on as theyhopped on the car, telling Kelly that they'd now hit the beachand try her new outfit out. "It felt really good", she said."But I want you to keep this as our secret. You mustn't tellBrenda or Andrea anything about this. They'd think we are somekind of freaks."
"Well", Kelly said, thinking how to continue, "I think thatthey'd understand. You see, Donna... I think that you are nowentitled to know. This wasn't exactly my first time with a girl.Even yesterday, in the beach with Andrea and Brenda..."
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"It is finished", Andrea said with high self-esteem and pulledthe paper out of the typewriter. She was still smiling as shepassed her article to Brandon, whose expression was mildlyshocked after reading the headline. "Beautiful Secrets", he saidaloud. "Oh no, Andrea. I know that you are serious, but they arenever going to let you print this."
"And why not?" Andrea snapped back, as if she didn't know. Shewas just smiling her beautiful, innocent-looking smile, her headslightly leaning to the left.
"Because..." Brandon said, reading the article forward, "Andrea,this is a beautiful and well-written article on the subject. ButI don't think that the school is ready for this. You just can'twrite about these things at the school's paper. I know it'swrong, but that's the way it is."
"Now listen, Brandon. We have had editorials on drugs, teenagesex, gun control and even rape. I think that we are facing theultimate hypocrisy of our society here." Andrea's voice hadsuddenly frozen. "We must be able to talk about these things.There is too much guilt and too much fear now, and I want tochange things."
Brandon read the next paragraph. It told about how high schoolfreshmen often broke themselves and their sexuality with stupidexperiments, often drunk, often with fear of getting caught orseen. And there was an alternative for it, an alternative no-oneever even whispered a word. It was safe, it taught you a lotabout your body and its reactions and it was free. It waseveryone's own beautiful secret. Masturbation. She had said italoud. Masturbation. The word itself was the beauty.
"I don't know about this chapter where you admit that you doit", Brandon said, puzzled and confused. "I think that it istoo... raunchy for a high school paper."
"Raunchy?" Andrea asked with sudden fury. "What's the matterwith you, Brandon? I can't believe I heard you put it that way!Of all the staff around here I expected you to support andunderstand me in this. I guess I was wrong", Andrea said andtook the paper from his hand. She turned away from Brandon andstarted reading, her face grim and sulking.
"Andrea, stop that. I didn't mean to say it like that", Brandontried to settle things between them. "I really think that whatyou do is important and requires a lot of courage..."
"But it shouldn't! Everyone should be able to do the same withno fear of consequences! Something in our world is really sick!"
Andrea's loud voice turned many heads in the room to see whatwas happening. Suddenly she realized that and felt embarrassed.One by one they went back to their work, constant typing fillingthe air after a short while. Andrea blushed and told Brandon shewas sorry, and he accepted her apology.
"You're the boss", Brandon finally said. "If you want to run thearticle, I can't stop you. I advice you not to, but if youreally think it is so important, then go ahead. After all, whatis the worst that could happen?"
"Yes, Brandon, I think that it is important. It is so importantthat I want you to do something about it."
"Anything you say, boss", Brandon agreed jokingly.
"I want you to do a supporting article for this. In fact, itshould include a little survey on attitudes around here."Brandon guessed what Andrea was going to say, tried to raise hishands to defend himself and refuse, but Andrea was unstoppable."I want you to ask everyone... well, mostly the boys... about ifthey do it and what they think about it. And what do theyfantasize about when they do it. Oh, and ask them also if theyhave ever done it in groups, I think that some boys haveexperiences of circle jerks..."
Brandon fell down laughing, and so did Andrea. "Perhaps I shouldalso ask how far they shoot", he said between his laughter, andthey both started laughing like maniacs. Brandon laughed so hardhe almost couldn't breathe. "Do that, and of course you must askwhen they did it for the first time, and ask if they've everfantasized about someone of their own sex, and ask which stylethey prefer - do they caress the tip or the balls..."
It took ten minutes before the editorial staff could make themstop laughing, wondering what could be that funny, and stillthey just had to look at each other to start again.