Watching her strut her stuff up and down the halls, I spent many a moment in
deep thought, picturing in my mind, the utter thrill of parting her long, lean
legs and caressing her with my tongue. I lived for the day the opportunity
might arise to show her the value of taking instruction from an older, more
mature person – one that has been around and knows the ropes. To me, Joan
seemed to know the score, and I was positive that none of the kids her own age
could possibly bring her the sexual satisfaction I instinctively knew her body
must crave. Teacher or no teacher, if I thought I could get away with it, I
would do anything short of rape to be able to lick and swallow the sacred
secretions that were certain to flow in abundance from that delectable
Homecoming Queen’s vagina.

I could tell that there was real regret in her voice, that she’d really
enjoyed the lifestyle she was describing. At the same time, I was a bit
shocked. I knew that some of the gays in our support group had enjoyed
something of a similar lifestyle, but I had a hard time facing the fact
that someone I was attracted to was like that. As a result, I stopped
my offers of marriage for a month or so, but by the time June arrived,
I’d come to face the fact that I liked Anne despite what she’d told me.

I was inclined to agree, but couldn’t say anything as my mouth was already
busy.

Liz must have been as excited as me, because it took her much less time than
usual to build up a full head of steam and before I knew it her gasps grew in
intensity and she suddenly stopped as every muscle in her body locked in an
intense orgasm. Slowly, slowly she relaxed and released a long sigh of
contentment. I crawled back up to lay beside her and she her tight until the
shivering subsided.

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I kissed her, tracing delicate lines down her cheek to her ear and then
down to the base of her throat with my open mouth. I could feel her shiver at
the sensation as I undid her pajama top with practiced ease. I felt a little
self-conscious. I had never made love in front of an audience before, not one
in the same bed. I could feel the heat of Becky’s body pressed against my
back and it seemed to increase my excitement tenfold.

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They chattered on for the longest time, oblivious to the late hour. I just sat
quietly on the couch and tried to keep my eyes open. Finally, Jenny yawned (it
looked forced to me) and said it was time to get some sleep. Fine by me. Even
Alyssa’s body was failing to keep me awake anymore. Tells you how tired I was.

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old fool came running every year to spoil his young wife with the most
expensive items that could be found in the Chadwick Jewelry store, where
James had been the junior executive for 5 years now. The lady was at least
30 years younger than the lord, and James had felt his mouth watering the
few times he had seen her. She was enjoying the life of the rich and famous
at the cost of her youth. He regarded the old nobleman as he, quietly
humming, strutted around the exquisitely decorated shop, examining the
stones. The bell rang again. James’ interest in the lord dropped immediately
the second he looked at the new customer. A young woman, not a day past 24,
entered the sunlit shop. She was wearing an expensive, low-cut dress and
carried a white purse. She stepped up to the counter, where James sent her
a genuine smile as he tried to examine her figure in a not too obvious way.
“Good morning, miss”, he greeted her warmly. She was exceedingly beatuiful,
her blonde hair hanging loose to her shoulders, her green eyes smiling and
her large breasts struggling to escape the tight dress.

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I had a great time, but I’ve been busy trying to take care of my grandfather who was in a horrible car accident. Almost lost him. but I hope everything will be great and fun for the rest of the month. Christmas should be alot of fun!! I’ve gotten all my shopping done – see I have been busy! Well I’ll be back soon.
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I’ll tell you a bedtime story guys

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The sun streamed through the tall, thick panes of glass to fall on

half a dozen canvases in varying stages of completion. The angle of

the late afternoon light set a diffuse golden tone in the

high-ceilinged room that made the paint colors deeper and more

intense. Chase glanced at her delicate watch, and then gave a final

word of instruction to the young man standing before her.

“All right class, that will be it for the day. Good work

everyone. Remember, the studio will be open for after-hours work on

Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays beginning next week and running

until the start of the exhibition.”

It was mid-fall in New Hampshire, a beautiful time of year when

the trees were just starting to reach peak foliage color. Chase

taught most of the advanced fine arts courses at the small, exclusive

college nestled in the White Mountains. She was young for a

professor, only 29, but had already achieved a measure of success in a

few small galleries, and had recently been invited to join the faculty

after receiving an advanced degree from a renowned school in Paris.

She glanced up at the row of offices lining the south wall of the

room at the second story. Actually they were more like finely

appointed cubicles, since there were no walls between them – nor even

anything separating them from the painting studio. Of course, in the

spirit of historic preservation, the buildings were not to be modified

from their original configuration, so it was not really a surprise

that some overflow administration functions had been squeezed in this

way. Chase hadn’t had the opportunity yet in her six weeks with the

school to make her way up and see exactly what the offices were used

for.

Suddenly a head appeared over the chest high wall that did double

duty as a pseudo-privacy barrier as well as a safety rail marking the

edge of the loft. Chase felt her chest tighten with excitement. It

was a small blonde woman she had noticed only twice before. The

blonde had long, wavy hair and piercing green eyes that sat behind an

unusual and interesting pair of glasses. About 5′4″, she had a petite

frame that was always draped in fashionable clothing. Chase felt her

thighs tingle when the blonde caught her gaze and waved her up.

“I’m Jaimee,” she introduced herself simply once Chase found the

stairway up. She held out a delicate hand with a perfect French

manicure. Chase was surprised by the strength of her grasp as they

shook hands.

“Chase,” she reciprocated. “I teach the upper-level fine arts

courses here.”

“I know,” Jaimee smiled with a row of beautifully white teeth. “I

watch you a lot.”

Chase tried to mask her expression, but Jaimee saw through the

attempt and blushed, realizing that her wording sounded a bit strange.

“I mean I watch your class a lot, and look at the paintings. When

the Dean decided to open this row of offices over here, I jumped at

the chance to get one of them. I just love art,” she explained.

Chase was more used to being the leader in a conversation, but

Jaimee had definitely taken her by surprise. She flipped her own

long, straight blonde hair back from her face and flashed Jaimee a

warm smile. “So what is it that you do here?” she asked. “I’ve been

meaning to come take a look up here, but I’m always too busy.”

“I work in alumni relations,” Jaimee said, then gave Chase a short

description of what that entailed. “Mostly, my day is spent on the

phone or talking with people,” she concluded.

“I’ve only seen you in passing a couple of times before today,”

Chase noted.

Jaimee nodded. “I host a number of events as part of the job, so

I’m often out of the office or traveling.”

“That must be tough on your husband, if you’re married,” Chase

ventured. She was digging for information, not having noticed a

wedding band. Something about Jaimee excited her very deeply, but she

guessed it was too much to hope for that this stunning woman would be

bisexual or a lesbian.

“No, I’m not married,” Jaimee said wistfully.

“Boyfriend?”

A sour expression crossed Jaimee’s face. “If you can call him

that, I guess.” It was obvious that it was a sore subject, so Chase

left it alone. Instead, she broached a new topic.

“Say, those are great glasses!”

Jaimee smiled gratefully, both for the compliment and for being

off the hook about the boyfriend subject. After a few more minutes of

talking, she suggested that they get a bite to eat in town.

**********

Later that night, after a few glasses of wine, platefuls of pasta,

and copious amounts of giggling, Chase was lying in her bed. Or

perhaps floating upon her sheets would have been more accurate. She

was positively smitten. They had gotten along amazingly, soon talking

like lifelong friends. The tingling in her cunt was still present,

and growing more intense by the second as she reflected upon the

evening. Soon Chase could feel a thin trickle of her honeyed juices

slipping out of her gash to soak the hem of the nightgown she wore.

Chase was not the prototypical lesbian – not by a long shot.

Slender and busty, with fashionable long hair and an affinity for

makeup, she would never have been called a “dyke” by anyone. But she

hadn’t been with a man since her first year of college, and didn’t

have any desire to have one again in the future. Her interests and

passions lay with the softer sex, and if there was one thing that she

enjoyed more than anything else, it was parting the vaginal lips of

another woman to kiss her in that most intimate of ways. Her already

moist twat grew positively runny as she considered what Jaimee’s pussy

must taste and smell like.

Being gay in a small New England town did not leave much

opportunity for romance, unfortunately, and Chase hadn’t been with a

woman in several months – since before leaving France, in fact.

Fortunately, she was not opposed to vaginal penetration as some

lesbians are, and in fact loved her small collection of dildos and

vibrators. One of the few benefits of living alone, she thought to

herself, is that she didn’t have to hide away her toys from prying

eyes. In fact, for convenience, she kept her favorites underneath the

second set of pillows on the bed. She reached for them now.

Chase withdrew a slim, curved tip plastic vibrator and a thick

cyberskin dong from her hiding spot. Turning the vibrator on to a low

speed, she mashed it against her clit and let her mind wander.

Inevitably, visions of a naked, writhing Jaimee filled her mind.

Chase felt her body heat up as she envisioned their bodies intertwined

in lust. She slowly increased the speed of the vibrations to match

her arousal, but did not use the dildo yet. She usually preferred to

climax at least once before pressing the thick dong inside of herself.

That climax did not take long to achieve. Simply imagining

kissing Jaimee’s soft red lips and tasting her sweet tongue was enough

to bring Chase to a nice orgasm. She continued to turn up the

vibrations without stopping, and then started pressing the dildo

against her oozing gash. She didn’t try to fuck herself right away;

instead she applied consistent pressure on the base of the dildo,

letting it slowly sink into her as her pussy stretched to accommodate

its girth. After a few minutes and some rocking of her hips, the toy

was completely buried to its thick latex balls in her hungry cunt.

That was the signal for her to let loose, and she did. With long,

steady strokes, she began working the cyberskin cock inside of

herself, alternately withdrawing it to the thick head and then

plunging it back into her steamy depths. All the while, she kept the

vibrator, now on its highest speed setting, firmly pressed against her

clit. The powerful sensations drove her wild and she came twice more

as she tried to envision her fingers buried in Jaimee’s clenching

pussy.

**********

Over the course of the next couple weeks, Chase and Jaimee saw

each other occasionally. As she had described, Jaimee was often out

of the office, and as a professor Chase spent as much time out of the

classroom as in it. However, when their schedules coincided, they

found themselves drawn together. They rapidly became close friends

and arranged to have lunch together whenever possible.

Chase learned gradually that Jaimee’s boyfriend of the past year,

Mitch, left a lot to be desired. It wasn’t that he was abusive, or

anything so dramatic, but over time she began to recognize a pattern

of neglect and apathy that was shocking to her. It was hard for her

to imagine that anyone, male or female, could look at her petite

blonde friend without being consumed by her. It wasn’t that Jaimee

was abjectly sexual. She simply exuded an aura of femininity, well

put together yet delicate, that mated to her beautiful face and

slender body to create a sensual desirability. Their lunches

inevitably left Chase heated and masturbating both in the women’s room

during the day, and in her bedroom at night.

But as exciting as this time was, it was also immensely

frustrating for Chase. As their friendship deepened, it became more

difficult than ever to hold back the passion she felt. And there were

no signs that the feelings were reciprocated. Chase found herself

staring constantly at Jaimee’s firm 32B breasts, especially on those

days when Jaimee wore a tight sweater or let some cleavage show via a

loose blouse. There were at least a couple of times that she really

felt like she had been “caught”, but Jaimee never said anything about

it.

One Friday evening they went to dinner at a neighborhood Spanish

restaurant and rapidly put away a pitcher of sangria. Chase had

noticed that Jaimee was dressed a little sexier than normal, and

wearing a touch more makeup. As they chatted and nibbled on

appetizers, giggling frequently from the intoxicating effects of the

fruity liquor, Chase couldn’t keep herself from making a comment.

“Jaimee, you look great tonight,” she said lightly. “What’s the

occasion?”

Jaimee scrunched up her face in irritation and waved the waiter

over for a fresh carafe of sangria. When her glass had been refilled,

she finally responded.

“I was supposed to see my boyfriend tonight, the asshole. But

right before I ran into you he called and cancelled – said there was a

game on that he was going to watch with his buddies. He pulls this

shit all the fucking time!”

Chase was shocked by the sudden outburst, which was followed

almost instantly by giddy laughter as Jaimee realized she had stunned

her friend. She had not previously sworn once, much less three times

in a single sentence, in front of Chase.

Chase struggled to find something to say. From what she had come

to believe, this was vintage Mitch, and she felt that the guy was a

real jerk who didn’t deserve his fabulous girlfriend. But then she

was also biased with a hidden agenda, so how much could she really

attack the guy without looking like a jerk herself?

Luckily Jaimee solved the problem for her by calling for the

check. She flirted with the waiter for a few moments until she had

convinced him to pour the rest of their pitcher of sangria into a

couple large to-go cups. “Let’s get out of here,” Jaimee said, taking

Chase’s arm.

“Where do you want to go?” Chase asked. Not that it really

mattered, since she would have gone just about anywhere in order to

spend more time with the object of her desires.

“Isn’t your place just around the corner?” Jaimee asked gaily.

“We can play cards or something.”

That settled, the two blondes left the restaurant arm in arm and

headed out along the moderately trafficked Main Street. Chase had

rented a medium-sized apartment right in town when she had arrived at

the college earlier that fall. It was convenient to shopping, dining,

and the small four-screen cinema downtown. This evening she was very

glad to have chosen such a convenient location. Jaimee surprised her

once again as they passed the corner store by her apartment though.

“Hang on for a second – I want to get some cigarettes,” she said

and dashed inside.

She returned in a minute with a pack of Marlboro Lights 100’s and

matches. Stripping the wrapping from the box, she pulled out an

all-white cigarette and put it between her lips, then lit it with a

match. Chase was amazed and it showed on her face.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” she said incredulously.

Jaimee grinned and exhaled a stream of smoke. “I only do it when

I’ve been drinking and in certain moods,” she admitted. She took

another deep drag and pulled Chase along before any further questions

could be asked.

*********

Upon arriving in the apartment, Jaimee cooed with delight at the

canvases that covered the walls. Most were unframed and had a raw,

powerful energy to them. She examined each closely, not realizing

that Chase was standing right behind her until she backed up into her.

Chase felt her cunt lurch when Jaimee’s back pressed against her

breasts. Jaimee stepped only slightly forward and looked over her

shoulder into Chase’s eyes. “Did you do all of these?” she asked

breathlessly.

“Most of them,” Chase nodded. “You like?”

Jaimee’s eyes were glowing. “They’re incredible. You’re a

wonderful artist!” They talked about the paintings for a few minutes,

and then Jaimee asked where the bathroom was.

“Down that hallway, across from my bedroom,” Chase pointed. She

headed into the kitchen to get real glasses for the sangria while

Jaimee went to the restroom. A couple of minutes later a surprised

burst of laughter startled her. Jaimee was standing in the doorway of

the bathroom, looking through her open bedroom door.

“I see why you don’t need a boyfriend,” she teased nervously,

reaching into her purse and taking out another cigarette.

Chase was aghast, and felt the blood drain from her face as her

angelic friend mirthfully lit up. Dreading what she knew she would

find, she walked to the doorway and looked in – and there it was, her

biggest dildo sitting atop the second set of pillows. She hadn’t been

expecting company and hadn’t bothered to hide it after an interlude

the night before.

Suddenly Jaimee realized how stricken and embarrassed her friend

was. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” she said touching Chase’s shoulder.

“Hell, I wish I were so lucky to have toys like that. Mitch won’t let

me.”

Something snapped in Chase at that moment. She no longer cared

about the risks of rejection. She was so desperately attracted to

Jaimee that nothing was going to be able to stop her from acting.

“Well, that’s one reason I don’t have boyfriends,” Chase said

softly. She sidled closer as Jaimee took a long puff from her

cigarette. “And to be blunt, your boyfriend sounds like he doesn’t

deserve you. You should be treated better.”

A pink flush began traveling up Jaimee’s neck and cheeks. She

found herself looking intently at Chase’s ample 38D breasts advancing

towards her.

“I have to tell you,” Chase warned in a husky voice, “Looking at

my tits like that is going to cause an intense reaction.”

Jaimee looked up, blowing out a stream of smoke. “Umm…you,

well…you’ve looked at my chest…I think…maybe once or twice…”

That was as far as she got before Chase’s lips were upon hers,

gentle but insistent, probing. A moan escaped unbidden as she opened

her smoky mouth and let Chase’s tongue penetrate to flick against her

own in a wet duel. Jaimee felt Chase’s hand slide up to cup one of

her breasts and found her body responding, pushing forward to increase

the amount of contact.

“Oh God,” she whispered. “I’ve never done this before…been

with a woman.”

“You wanted it, though,” Chase insisted.

Jaimee nodded, kissing Chase again. “I did…I didn’t realize

it, but that’s exactly right…I think I sensed that you…”

Chase hushed her, kissing her firmly and exploring her delicious

mouth with an agile pink tongue. “I’m going to show you pleasure in

ways your boyfriend couldn’t dream of,” she promised. She led Jaimee

into the bedroom and began unbuttoning her blouse.

Jaimee wore a navy blouse and a cream colored skirt, with flesh

colored lace bra and panties. It was a subtle but sexy ensemble that

was soon revealed as Chase pulled away the blouse and skirt. She

cupped one of Jaimee’s pert tits in her hand and lifted it, kissing

the smooth flesh to the accompanying moans of her inexperienced

friend.

Jaimee was like putty in her hands. She was in sensory overload

as her mind tried to process all that was occurring. When Chase

hooked two fingers in her panties, she obligingly rocked her hips and

lifted her feet to enable the underwear to fall away, revealing a

closely trimmed blonde bush. The sight was incredible, exactly as

Chase had imagined it. She moved a finger down to tease a droplet of

wetness from between the slightly dangling lips, then brought it to

her mouth and enjoyed the flavor.

“Mmm,” she moaned huskily. “You taste just like I’ve been hoping

you would.” Noticing Jaimee starting to bounce a little on her feet,

Chase realized that her new blonde lover was a bit impatient. She

moved her hand back down between Jaimee’s legs and found her to be

quite wet. Casually, she rubbed a finger lightly up and down through

the moist slit for several seconds as they kissed again. Then she

pushed Jaimee toward the bed.

Her voice a little shaky, Jaimee motioned with her half-gone

cigarette. “Do you have someplace I could put this out?” she

inquired.

“Don’t worry about it – it’s kind of sexy. You can smoke while I

eat,” Chase replied, pressing Jaimee onto the sheets of the bed so

that she was resting with her legs spread widely. Chase knelt before

her nearly naked friend, still fully dressed herself. “Pull the cups

off your tits,” she commanded softly. Jaimee instantly complied,

revealing disproportionately large areolas and nipples the color of

pink grapefruit. Chase lowered her face into Jaimee’s oozing sex.

This close up, the scent was intoxicating. She paused to simply

breathe it in, enjoying the familiarity of aroused female musk, and

the subtle differences that made this pussy foreign to all others she

had known. She could smell different flavors of it as her face moved

slowly closer to the source. Slowly it grew richer and more intense

until her lips were resting in the slick crease and her nose was

tickling the clit. Jaimee arched, trying to increase the gradually

building pressure against her mound.

“Come on Chase, lick me,” she begged. She took a drag from her

cigarette and exhaled hard. “I want to know what it feels like to

have a woman do it.”

As much as she wanted to wait, make Jaimee beg for it until

desperate, Chase couldn’t restrain herself. Not after those hard

weeks of hiding her feelings. She simply pressed her tongue into the

depths of the steaming slit and tasted the sweet honey within. Then

in a single long stroke she licked from the base of Jaimee’s gash up

to her clit. From the head of the bed came a loud moan, muffled by

the soft legs pressed against Chase’s ears.

For the next few minutes Chase settled into a straightforward

routine. She would lick and kiss Jaimee’s erect little clit until her

body rocked from side to side in vast waves of pleasure. Then she

would slip lower, until she felt the folds of the soft vaginal skin

spread to engulf her tongue and let the warm cunt-syrup collect in her

mouth before swallowing. Soon Jaimee was in complete rapture.

When Chase pulled away for a moment, Jaimee’s disappointment was

instantly obvious. Chase simply smiled mysteriously and asked for the

big dildo on the pillow.

“Oh God,” Jaimee whispered as a fresh trickle of wetness escaped

from within her. “I need something so badly…but it’s so big. It’s

much bigger than Mitch’s cock. In fact, it’s bigger than anything

I’ve ever had inside me…” Nevertheless, she grasped the heavy dong

in one hand that failed to close around it, and slowly handed it to

Chase.

Chase smiled. “Close your eyes baby,” she whispered soothingly.

“I can make you feel better than he can.” It was the opportunity that

she had awaited since the moment she first saw Jaimee – a chance to

introduce her to the pleasures of the gentler sex, and to show her why

someone like Mitch who didn’t appreciate her properly did not deserve

her.

She wiped the thick black dildo through Jaimee’s dripping gash

several times until it was well and completely lubricated. Then, once

again affixing her mouth to that delicious rosebud clit, she began

working it into Jaimee’s depths with short, firm strokes. The head

slipped in surprisingly easily, since it was actually the thickest

part of the dildo. However, at about an inch in, Chase encountered

some resistance.

From that point on, every stroke of the dildo was a struggle

against the natural tightness of Jaimee’s tunnel. With each thrust, a

bit more of it disappeared into the blonde thatched pussy as the skin

stretched to accommodate the immense girth. Within seconds of

starting, Jaimee began riding one gigantic wave of constant climax.

She had never been so thoroughly and completely filled in her life,

and the experience was incredibly intense for her. Her cries filled

the room as she begged Chase not to stop, never to stop…

Finally Chase came up to lie next to the exhausted, lithe blonde

whose darkest nether regions she had so skillfully probed. Most of

Jaimee’s makeup had sweated off from the pleasure she had received,

but to Chase she looked incredible beautiful. They kissed gently for

several minutes and Chase enjoyed the feeling of Jaimee sucking her

own essence from her tongue and lips.

“I want to do you now,” Jaimee said. “I don’t know what to do,

exactly, but I want to try.” So saying, she put her hands on Chase’s

shoulders and pushed her flat onto her back. The position caused

Chase’s large breasts to strain the buttons of her blouse, and Jaimee

used her teeth to sensually release each button from its tension.

Soon the shirt fell away of its own accord to reveal a full-cupped

black satin bra.

“It’s takes quite a bra to hold in boobs like yours, doesn’t it?”

Jaimee teased her. Fortunately, it was a front clasping bra, which

made it quite easy to free the heavy tits from their confinement.

Chase’s nipples were of average size, but quite dark, and very hard by

this point. Jaimee lowered her head to Chase’s chest and began gently

suckling on one breast almost as if she were nursing. At first Chase

found the sensation merely interesting, although erotic since it was

her lover’s first contact with another woman. But after a few minutes

of the steadily growing pressure she found her breath growing short.

Meanwhile, Jaimee was firmly pinching and rolling the other nipple

with one hand, and squeezing the breast she was sucking with the other

hand, as if she were milking it.

The sensation grew in intensity until Chase felt like there was a

direct electrical connection running from her breast to her pussy.

Jaimee’s intense suction felt like she was trying to draw the essence

of Chase’s sexuality out through just the nipple. Surprisingly it led

to a small orgasm. When Jaimee pulled away, the nipple was red,

swollen, and throbbing with blood flowing near the skin.

“That was nice,” Jaimee commented. She then turned her attention

to the other nipple and repeated the process. It came faster this

time, and also more powerfully, and within a few minutes another

climax rippled through Chase’s body.

Jaimee gave Chase a few seconds to recover, then slid downwards -

rubbing her much smaller breasts down Chase’s legs as she drew off her

pants. Gazing upon the shaved twat that glistened before her, Jaimee

felt an overwhelming desire course through her. Suddenly she

understood instinctively what Chase must have felt between her low

legs. She lowered her mouth to the bald cunt and took her first taste

of another woman.

It rapidly became five, then twenty, then hundreds of tastes as

she let her pink tongue explore the myriad crevices and folds of skin

down there with leisurely abandon. For Chase, though, there was

nothing leisurely about it. She was shuddering with pleasure at

Jaimee’s raw talent.

“The dildo…” she gasped, “Give it to me…hard – fast!”

Jaimee felt around the bed without turning her face away. Soon

enough she found the thick dong and grasped it. It was still sticky

with her own juices. She put the head of it to Chase’s cunt and,

heeding the frenzied demands, pushed it smoothly up her until the

heavy cyberskin balls were bumping Chase’s puckered anus.

“Fuck…” Jaimee whispered in shock, amazed at the ease with

which the dong had slid home in her new lover. Chase reached down and

took dual handfuls of Jaimee’s wavy blonde hair, pulling her face

tightly into her pussy and climaxing so hard that she squirted small

amounts of cunt juices onto Jaimee’s lips and cheeks. Her screams

were loud enough to echo from the walls and Jaimee was thankful that

the windows were closed.

Some time later, as their bodies lay entwined and they snuggled

in a romantic afterglow, Chase asked the question that was sitting

heavily in her mind.

“So Jaimee, was this a one-time thing? Or do you think you might

be interested in being my girlfriend? And what about Mitch?”

Jaimee smiled. “I think Mitch is history. You definitely made

me feel better all right.” And she leaned in to kiss the new woman in

her life.

It was the year of my 18th birthday. My life long friend, Jena, was

planning a party for me at her house. I was excited to be there that

morning to help plan and decorate the pool area for my birthday party

that night. It was a Saturday, sunny and warm. We had all eaten

breakfast together and played tennis earlier. I now stood in the

kitchen staring out the window watching while Jena and her mother set

up tables by the pool.

Jena’s parents were wonderful. They spent many times at my house

playing cards with my parents and Jena would spend the night. We took

vacations together and spent hot summers on Jena’s father’s boat.

Jena’s mother, Kay, was slender and blonde just like Jena. She was

young at heart, easy to talk to and at times it was hard to remember

that she was not one of us teenagers.

Her father, Michael, was tall, dark and muscular. I had always thought

he was handsome for a man in his 40’s. He was an architect and had

built the house they lived in. I admired his creativity.

I began running warm water in the sink to wash dishes, smiling happily

while listening to Jena and her mother talk and giggle from the patio

area. I placed the dirty dishes in the sink and squirted dish

detergent under the running water. Suds automatically began to mound

and I emersed my hands in the slippery softness. Just as I did I felt

warm gentle hands caress my shoulders and Michael’s deep manly voice

soft in my ear. “You don’t have to do those dishes, you can leave them

for later.” His breath was hot and close to my ear sending shivers

through me. I instinctively stiffened aware of the sexual tension

suddenly hanging heavy in the air.

I knew this man well. Had practically grown up in his house. I

remembered the time he taught me to swim. I had been 14 and afraid of

the water. His strong arms had held me safe and I now remembered how

his hands had felt on my stomach as I learned to tread water. I also

remembered those hands cradling my butt when he taught me to float. At

the time I had thought that his fingers had slid between my legs by

accident but now I was beginning to wonder.

Now Michael’s hands moved down over my arms and squeezed gently.

“Happy Birthday” he whispered and kissed my neck. I raised my eyes to

see Jena and her mother still on the patio further towards the back

yard now hanging lights in the trees. “I want to give you something

special for your birthday,” he said and cupped each of my breast in

his hands. He squeezed my nipples through my tennis sweater between

his thumbs and forefingers. A wave of pleasure ran through me and I

sighed and closed my eyes. I didn’t want him to stop but at the same

time I knew we were doing something very forbidden. I felt him press

against my back, the hardness of his already erect cock rubbed against

my firm tight ass.

I suddenly realized my hands were in the water. I turned off the

faucet and began looking for a towel to dry them. My thoughts of a

towel were erased as I felt Michael’s hands on my thighs. He slowly

slid his hands up my tennis skirt while he nibbled my ear and neck.

His breath was coming faster now as he was getting more aroused. I

felt his finger tips raise the elastic on the leg of my panties and

slide inside. He ran the fingers of one hand over the soft warm fur of

my pussy and across my clit. “God, you’re wet” he moaned against my

skin.

Laughter from the pool brought me once more to reality and I looked to

see where Jena and her mother were. They were still at a distance and

busy with their task. I turned slightly in Michael’s arms to look at

him. He was looking out the window too. When he felt me turn he looked

down at me and our eyes met and locked. I saw the passion there and it

took my breath. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked in a whisper,

his fingers rubbing my clit. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t

want.” I looked down at the bulge in his pants and nodded yes, the

word was soundless on my lips. With my hand, wet from the dish water,

I touched his hard cock through his pants. Gently at first running my

hand across the length of it. He exhaled and glanced out the window.

My fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezed and he drew in a deep

breath and closed his eyes in ecstasy. I continued rubbing his hard

cock through the fabric of his pants and he bent to kiss me. Our lips

touched slightly at first then Michael’s tongue ran slowly across my

lips parting them before entering. My tongue instinctively found his

and licked against it feeling the velvety softness of it. He captured

mine between his teeth and sucked gently on it. I lost my senses not

caring who walked in on us. I wouldn’t have been able to stop, not

now. Michael’s fingers were still in my panties rubbing against my

clit and sliding in and out of my pussy, I was about to explode. My

breath was proof of it and Michael knew it. He suddenly stopped his

sweet torture of my pussy and removed his hands from my panties. His

hands left me for a moment to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants.

He pulled them down along with his underwear to his knees. His large

erect cock now stood straight out.

I had never seen a man’s cock before and I couldn’t resist touching

it. It was smooth, warm and hard in my hand. Michael wrapped his

fingers around mine and showed me how he wanted me to hold him. “Like

this baby, oh yeah, just like that.” he whispered, his voice deep with

passion. “You’re doing so good.”

“God, you’re so big,” I told him. He smiled, “You ever been fucked

before?” he asked. “No”, I shook my head. “I’ll show you how.” he said

and took my other hand. “Cup my balls like this.” he instructed

placing my hand under his balls. I was surprised how soft and smooth

the skin was in that area. I could feel my panties getting wetter.

“Now stoke my dick a little harder. Oh yeah like that.” His hips began

to move back and forth sliding his hard cock through my hand as I

massaged his balls with the other. He closed his eyes and tilted his

head back. He let me drive him while his hands held the tail of his

shirt up. I started feeling something sticky on my palm and Michael

pulled my hand away. “Oooo you gonna make me cum if you keep that up,”

he whispered. “Let me play with you a little”. He bent over the sink

to see where Jena and her mother were before he came back to me.

He pulled my sweater up over my breast and loosened my bra. He pushed

the bra up to expose my nipples and bent his head to suck one. They

were hard and throbbing. I felt his hard cock stab my crotch each time

he bent to nibble and suck my breast. The sensation was maddening.

Sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. My pussy ached to

be touched. When I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, Michael lifted

me to the counter top and pulled off my panties. He pulled my butt to

the edge of the counter and leaned me back against the cabinets. He

then knelt down on one knee and his head went to my crotch. I didn’t

know what he was doing until I felt his tongue dart across my clit. A

pleasurable moan escaped my lips as I felt his fingers slide into my

wet pussy. His tongue danced little quick steps across my clit

stopping now and then long enough for him to suck it and nibble it

gently between his teeth. All the while his fingers sliding in and out

of my pussy making wet sucking sounds. My hips moved uncontrollably to

the rhythm of Michael’s hand. I could feel the beginning of something

build inside me, almost like my soul was about to leave my body and I

wanted to scream. Michael suddenly stopped what he was doing right

when I thought I was surely going to die. He stood and kissed me

gently saying, “Shhhh,” against my lips. гWe have to be quiet.” he

whispered, before looking again out the window. Secure that his wife

and daughter were still busy he came back to me.

He kissed me again, passionately running his tongue in and out of my

mouth while I sucked on it. He then put his hands on my ass and pulled

me almost off the counter. His hard erect cock knew exactly where to

go. I felt the pressure of it as it penetrated my tight wet pussy.

Michael stopped pushing it in right as the head of his cock

disappeared. He kissed me gently and breathed, “This is going to hurt

for just a minute and then it will be okay. You ready?’ I nodded yes.

“You sure baby? I don’t want to hurt you.” I nodded and whispered yes.

With one hard, quick thrust I felt something break and a sharp pain

before Michael’s cock filled the emptiness of my pussy. He began to

fuck me with steady stokes in and out until the pain of losing my

virginity passed. With each powerful thrust of his cock I felt the

rising pleasure I had felt before, building in my clit and inside my

pussy making my stomach tingle. As silent as we could be, we fucked

harder and harder until our orgasms exploded sending waves of tiny

electric currents through our bodies. I bit down on Michael’s shoulder

to surpress the scream that wanted to escape from me and he held me

tight and we rocked together until I felt the last jerk of his cock

inside me.

Michael breathed against my neck and said, “Oh that was good, you felt

so good, baby.” He kissed me again before helping me off the counter.

Handing me my panties he said, “Guess we need to get cleaned up before

we get caught.” He smiled then kissed me again and said, “Happy

Birthday, Baby.”