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.

Piercings all over

Anne always brushed me off the same way when I proposed marriage; she’d
always tell me that there was more about her that she didn’t want me to
know for fear that it would end a pleasant friendship.
I asked her again today, July third, while we were on our way back from
the local clinic where we got our periodic HIV screenings; neither of us
had had any sexual contacts for six months, but we were scared enough by
our experiences to keep going back to the clinic every month. On the
way out, we agreed to get together for a picnic dinner tomorrow, before
the fireworks on the fourth. I made my usual proposal, half in jest but
half seriously, and Anne surpirsed me completely by answering yes.
She drove us immediately to the county courthouse. I was still in a
daze as she marched us up to the clerk’s office and rang the bell. I’d
made my usual offer of marriage, but I hadn’t expected her to accept on
the spot, and her fast followthrough left me reeling. She filled out as
much of the form the clerk handed her as she could, then handed it to me
to fill out my part.
I’m not sure I fully realized what I was doing, but when the clerk asked
for medical lab reports certifying that we were free of the diseases the
state cares about, I felt a wave of relief as I realized that we hadn’t
taken care of that formality. I was wrong. Anne answered the clerk’s
request by pulling a form out of her purse.
It took me a while to realize that our paranoid visits to the clinic for
AIDS testing every month had included tests for all the other diseases
the state might care about. The form I had in my shirt pocket was more
than enough to satisfy the clerk.
“When’s the wedding?” The clerk asked.
“How about now?” Anne replied. “Is there anyone around here who can do
it?”
There was; a judge had some free time. I went through the entire thing
in a daze, and then Anne drove me back to her place, not saying a word
until she let me out of the car.
“Well hubby,” she said, holding the car door open for me, “come on up
and see what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
“OK,” I said, following her up the stairs. We’d never seen each others’
rooms before, I’d never done more than hold her hands, and now we were
married. I’d been serially monogamous all my adult life, but I’d always
checked out the wares, as the saying goes, before I moved in with any of
my previous lovers.
As Anne led me into her apartment, she gave me a brief tour. The place
was a recently rehabbed loft over a bookstore. There was one window, a
picture window looking out over the street; the rest of the light came
from skylights in the flat roof. It was a one-room apartment, but a big
one, with a kitchenette filling one of the back corners, modern bathroom
fixtures in another corner, and a large waterbed under the window. Her
only other furnature was a large drafting table along one wall next to a
workbench cluttered with the tools of her jewelry making business.
“No wall around your bathroom?” I asked, surprised.
“They hadn’t finished the place yet when they showed it to me, and they
cut the rent when I agreed to take it without internal walls. Like it?”
She didn’t give me a chance to answer her question. She was facing me,
standing a few paces away, and with a swift gesture, she unzipped her
modest denim dress. As she pulled the zipper down, my first impression
was that she didn’t wear anything under it, but as she tossed the dress
on the floor, I saw that I was wrong; she wore jewelry.
She stood definatly in front of me with her feet apart and her hands on
her hips, and I just stared. She had beautiful breasts, big enough to
enjoy without being large enough to need support. Large dark areolas
surrounded her large nipples, but I wasn’t looking at them. Well, I
was, but not in the way you might imagine. I was looking at what she
wore on them, rings, a largish one on each breast, and it was obvious
that they passed right through each nipple.
When I finally looked down from her breasts, I saw that she also wore
rings in the hairless lips of her vagina. Body-piercing jewelry was
something I’d heard of, but I’d never imagined that I’d find it in, my
God, my wife!
She finally spoke. “I warned you! You want me to explain?”
I nodded silently.
“Janet and I were running out of space in our ears when we made it with
this guy who was in the piercing business, and he suggested other places
for rings and helped us with them. How do you like ‘em?”
I finally found words. “They’re interesting to look at, but what about,
I mean, aren’t they inconvenient?”
“You take your clothes off too,” Anne scolded. “I want to see what I’ve
gotten for myself.”
I started undressing, still looking at the bizarre rings in her nipples
and crotch.
“OK,” she said as I undressed. “I guess I owe you something. They’d be
inconvenient if I were into pants or underwear, but I don’t wear those.”
My mind was still reeling as I undressed, but she didn’t give me time to
catch my balance. “Come on,” she said, leading me to her, no, our bed.
“Let’s do it. I’ve been celebate for over six months now, and I was
fourteen the last time I went that long without a man. I need you!”
I looked at her profile outlined against the bright window behind her as
she led me to the bed. “Don’t you want to shut the drapes?”
She smiled at me. “I like to see what I’m doing, and besides,” she said
turning to point out the window behind her, “who’s there to see in?”
I looked; there was a park across the street, and unless someone climbed
a tree, we had privacy. Even so, I was uncomfortable as I turned back
to Anne. She stood in a patch of sunlight, and her rings sparkled, but
as I looked at the rings between her legs, I was puzzled. “How do they
come out so we can make love?”
She chuckled as she looked down at me as I sat on the edge of the bed.
“They don’t come out. Remember, I was in the jewelry business. Janet
and I welded all our rings. They don’t get in the way and I’d like it
if you played with them; I’ll teach you how to use them to make things
more fun once you get used to me. Come on!”
She was still standing in front of me as I sat on the bed, so I reached
out to touch her nipples and gently fingered the rings through them. As
I touched them, I wondered how she’d managed to weld the rings without
burning herself.
Her nipples grew erect as I fingered the rings. “Does this feel good?”
I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “If you want to kiss my nipples, take the ring in your
mouth and play with it with your tongue. Don’t be shy.”
I wasn’t ready for that yet, but I was curious about the rings between
her legs. She lay on the bed in a patch of sun from a skylight and let
me look at them. “I hope I’m not making you feel too clinical,” I said.
“Do you mind if I touch?”
Her voice was husky when she answered. “I want you to touch! Put your
thumbs through the rings, pull gently on them!”
I did. At first, I was merely expressing my curiosity, but as I noticed
the way Anne reacted to my touch, I began to get excited. As I felt the
soft hairless skin between her legs, she reached out and held my penis,
and I could feel it growing as she held it and gently stroked it.
“Do you like oral sex?” Anne asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. Most of my past lovers had been conventional in
their sexual interests, and the few times I’d had oral sex hadn’t been
worth repeating. “I don’t think I’m ready to try it with you.”
“Too bad,” she said, sounding regretful. “Kiss me!”
I did, kissing my way up her stomach from her pubic mound to her breasts
and nipples. The rings in her nipples fit comfortably in my mouth, and
while I kissed her, she ran her hands through my hair and down my back.
It had been too long since I’d had a woman, and even with her strange
rings, the feel of her nipples in my mouth was heavenly.
I kissed my way up her throat and nibbled briefly at the fringe of rings
in her ear before kissing her lips. Her tongue slid warmly between my
teeth, and the taste of our first kiss was heavenly. She held my erect
penis in her hand and gently massaged it while while we locked our lips
together, and I used my free hand to play with the rings in her nipples
until she pulled my hand between her legs.
The rings between her legs were fascinating, but I didn’t know what to
with them so I just slid my index finger between the rows and began to
massage. She was soft and moist inside, and she thrust her hips gently
up against my hand in response to my touch.
I started to slide on top of her so I could enter her, but she pushed me
off. “My way,” she said, rolling me onto my back. She squatted over me
and tickled the end of my erect penis with her rings, then reached down
and carefully threaded an index finger through each row of rings, using
the rings to spread the lips of her vagina as she slowly lowered herself
onto me.
“You’d use your thumbs to do it,” she said as she pulled out her fingers
and sat down.
I could feel the rings against my crotch, but more than that, I felt the
wonderful softness of Anne engulfing my penis. She began to rock as she
sat on me, and the the sight of her sitting there in the bright sunlight
was almost too much for me. The rings in her ears and nipples shone in
the light, and as the tension of orgasm approached, they sparkled as she
shivvered.
I was relaxed and content as she approached her first orgasm, but as I
reached up to finger her nipple rings, she began to pump her hips and do
something I’ve never experienced before with the muscles inside her. It
was too intense, she was too bright in the light, and I couldn’t control
myself as I exploded inside her. I think she had a second orgasm then,
but I couldn’t tell.
She leaned over me and kissed me, still holding my penis inside her, and
we kissed for a long time before she sat up and began fondling my chest.
She looked down at where our pubic bones met, then looked up at my face
while I admired the sparkle of the rings in her ears and nipples. She
saw my smile and the direction of my glance and playfully wiggled her
hips, calling my attention to the rings pressed against the base of my
penis.
I could sense my penis trying tentatively to expand within her as she
smiled down at me. Her voice was soft. “I guess I’ll have to get
another ring, I wonder where we’ll put it?”

“Why not marry me?” I joked.

“What?” she said, stopping me on the street and staring at me.

“Like you said at the meeting,” I said. “You said you’d always thought
that marriage was a trap to be avoided, that marriage would mean the end
of your sexuality. Wouldn’t marriage be more fun than a convent?”

She smiled at me and chuckled. “It probably would, but you’re so …”
She paused, her voice trailing off. “Damn it, you’re so straight that
I’m afraid I’d offend you.”

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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Becky Gets Out Of Her Corset

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.

Becky Strips Out Of Her Sweaty Workout Clothes

The night was getting less restful by the minute. Jenny wasn’t just cuddling,
but running her hands up and down my chest and legs, making me tingle. I was
fast losing interest in sleep at all. She kissed me back, this time with her
tongue. Her intentions were obvious, but I wasn’t so sure. “Sweetheart,” I
whispered, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but we *are* in your best
friend’s bed. It doesn’t seem fair to her.”

Jenny replied in a throaty voice, “Alyssa doesn’t mind.” she leaned up on her
elbow for a second and addressed her. “Do you?”

“Not at all.” Alyssa replied. “This bed doesn’t see much action as it is.

I wouldn’t mind watching somebody else for a change. That is, if it doesn’t
bother Tom…”

“Who, me?” I squeaked, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Oh, no, not at
all. I seem to be outnumbered anyway.”

“Then it’s settled.” Jenny said, laying back down and caressing my body again.
It occured to me that the whole thing sounded suspiciously well-rehearsed and
then I asked myself what the hell I was worrying about.

It seemed like seconds later that I was being shaken awake. It was Jenny
dressed in her pajama top. It was still dark outside so I mumbled something
about what the hell…?

“Sweetheart, I was just thinking and I felt guilty about making you sleep on
this uncomfortable couch.” she whispered. I was too tired to be uncomfortable
but was wondering what she was talking about. “Why don’t you come sleep with
us in Alyssa’s bed? It’s big enough.”

Now I was fully awake and none too happy. Spending the night next to that
luscious body and unable to do anything about it would not be great fun. But
Jenny finally talked me into. My resistance is very low when I’m pooped.

Jenny took me by the hand and led me into the darkened bedroom. I started to
crawl into bed and she said “You’re not going to sleep in your clothes, are
you?”

True enough, out in the front room I had just kicked off my shoes before
laying down. Gee, thanks, honey. It’s gonna be hard enough sleeping next to
Alyssa as it is. I wondered if Jenny was trying to get me back for something I
did or said during the day with this torture. I turned to where Alyssa was
laying and said, “Does this bother you at all?”

“Oh, no.” she replied “Jenny said you could be trusted.”

Jeez. something very funny was going on here but I decided it might be to my
advantage to play it through. So I stripped down to my shorts and climbed into
bed. Jenny got in after me and there I was with a woman on each side of me. I
guess things weren’t that bad after all. I put an arm around Jenny’s shoulders
and kissed her and told Alyssa goodnight.

Not that it was going to be that easy to sleep. The bed wasn’t *that* big and
both of the girls were pressed pretty tight against me. Jenny was cuddling me
on my left in the nightshirt and Alyssa’s warm body pressed against me on the
right and while I did’t dare find out for sure, I could have sworn she wasn’t
wearing anything. All I could feel was bare flesh pressing against mine. It
wasn’t going to be a very restful night after all, especially since I was
sporting a raging hard-on.

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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.

Becky Gets Naked On The Floor

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.
Love all

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-Liz- xoxo

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I’ll tell you a bedtime story guys

Make You Feel Better

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.

Becky Gets Out Of Her Skirt And Fingers Her Pussy

From my fourth floor apartment I can see across the road and into the windows of the flats opposite. The road is quite wide so often when I sit in the window with a glass of wine in the evening all I can see are shapes. Most apartments like mine don’t have curtains or blinds on our huge windows, and if they do, often they are not closed. In the past 6 months I have come to ‘know’ many of my cross street neighbors. Some better than others! Many, unfortunately not the ones you would like to watch normally, enjoy being naked at home alone, some like to be naked with each other, lights on, blinds open. Although it has to be said far too much happens with the lights off, or out of view.
One evening, as it is going dark I see a guy across the street come home. He is about 35, married, or at least living with his girlfriend; I see her a lot more than him. He seems to get home late most nights and is gone in the morning before I am up for work, (You see this is the kind of in sight I have on my neighbors).
So as a neighbor I don’t see often I am more intrigued and slip onto my window seat with a fresh glass of wine to watch. As I sit I see him place the package he was carrying in the bedroom, checking his voicemail in the living room, then loosening his tie as he moves back to the bedroom. He strips off the rest of his clothes, careful to place them in the laundry basket at the end of the bed. A tidy guy? Wow, I thought, she does have him well trained! I took another sip of wine through smiling lips. He was now totally naked and I could take in the spectacle that was his form. He was slim, but not skinny; I couldn’t really see his height although he didn’t look hugely tall. His physique was well toned for a man of his age and I assume from that he probably works out. Up one arm he had a tribal tattoo. I reached from his wrist all the way up his arm and across his shoulder; this I think was the most surprising thing about him. With his smart suit and tidy haircut the tattoo just didn’t seem to fit. Then he went out of view, into the en suite.
I waited a moment but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to come back out. After scanning the other windows with no luck I moved out of my seat and began fixing dinner. From the kitchen in my apartment I could still see through the large windows, and be seen, I reminded myself cheekily. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw ‘Tidy Guy’ comes back into his bedroom. His skin glistened under the lights as he toweled himself off. My interest reignited I left the sauce I was cooking on a low heat on the hob and went back to my seat. By the time I had got myself a fresh glass of wine and got comfortable he was dry and sat on the edge of his bed. I wondered what he would do next as he sat seemingly staring into space. Slowly he stood up and went over to the huge built in wardrobes along the back wall of the room. Many times I had watched his wife getting ready in the mornings, selecting things from the many shelves and hanging rails. I wondered if he was getting ready to go out or just having a look…perhaps he was going to do some laundry, I laughed to myself.
As I watched I was surprised to see him reach up and pull out a handful of clothes from the rail and throw them on the bed. Surprised not at what he had done, but by what he had selected; from here they looked like his wife’s clothes. Intrigued I pulled one leg under myself and watched further as he began routing through her underwear. With a handful of black lace he walked back to the bed. He was now facing me and I could get a good look at his cock. It was by no means hard, but he was obviously excited by what he was doing. He seemed to be sorting through the things on the bed, and after selecting something he sat with his back to me. For a few minutes I watched as he sat, facing the cupboards, bent at the waist. Then he stood up. As he stood he pulled up the small black lace panties that were around his thighs and positioned them around his neat butt. He was actually trying on his wife’s underwear! I had never been much into men wearing women’s pants, but his arse looked so good in them I had to keep watching. Next he attached a suspender belt to his waste and adjusted it accordingly, then bending over he reached for the stockings that were bunched around his ankles out of view. As he bent the lace was stretched further across his cheeks, watching I could feel myself getting excited.
For the next few minutes I watched him struggle, as I had done on many occasions, to fasten the stockings to the belt, but once done he looked magnificent. He ran a hand up his nylon clad legs ones after the other. I now wondered if he had shaved them smooth, I couldn’t see from this distance, but liked to imagine he had. Next the fight with the basque he had selected. Again something I had done myself many times on the way out to meet a new guy on a hot date! The newly attached and corrected underwear gave him an almost feminine silhouette, and had it not been for his extremely masculine arms and that very sexy tattoo you could have mistaken him for a beautiful woman; from behind that is! I watched as he paraded himself in front of what must have been a mirror on the wall at the end of the bed. He slowly ran his hands up and down his new curves, turning to look over his shoulder to check out his view from behind and bending provocatively for his reflection. The more I watched the more excited I felt myself getting. He moved back to the bed and looked through the clothes that were there. He chose a red dress from the pile of discarded items. And gently and carefully pulled the fabric over his head.
The dress feel to just above his knee and clung to the forced curves of his new body, he pulled it and adjusted until he was happy with how he looked before moving around to the side of the bed again and sitting. Bending forward all I could see of him was his back curving into his round, red satin covered bottom, from here looking 100% all woman! Slowly he rose to a sitting and then standing position and moved slowly and almost shakily to the end of the bed again. It was as his stretched, beautiful legs came into view again I saw the gorgeous shoes that adorned his feet. They were red. Like nothing I would expect his wife to wear. I assume they were his own, specially bought for the occasion as I don’t think his wife’s shoes would fit him. How erotic, the thought that he has specifically gone out and bought them. Then I remember the package he was carrying when he got home. Yes, that must have been the shoes, ordered and waited for. I try to imagine the excitement as he realized they had arrived, knowing what he was going to do with them; I wondered how long he had been planning this, if it was a surprise for his wife? Maybe she had bought them for him with instructions as to what to do? Maybe he had come home early in order to dress for her pleasure as well as his own.
As he got used to the shoes his pacing picked up speed, his tight arse moving from side to side in the tight dress. He wiggled his sexy ass up and down in front of the mirror, his hands rubbing up and down the smooth fabric, I watched as he lifted the front of the dress to expose more of his legs to himself, and unbeknown to him, to me. By now I was so aroused I had put down my drink and was sitting legs apart rubbing the silk of my black panties. As if he could feel the sexual tension passing above the cars below he sat on the end of the bed facing the mirror, with his side to me and spread his legs wide. His calves were stretched taught, accentuated by the black sheen of the stockings. He ran his hands up his thighs to the top of the stockings pulling the hem of the dress with them. Slowly and without taking his eyes off his own reflection he raises the hem up and over his head removing the dress completely.
I move my hands inside and begin rubbing gently on my swollen pussy as I watch him lean back and slide his body up the bed. I wish I could see more of his body, now fully aroused, his cock standing up straining against his wife’s underwear. His hands run up and down the sating and lace of the fabrics, and then across his stocking covered thighs, to the exposed skin between there and his crotch. I watched as he teased himself further, touching every inch of his now female persona, how much did I want to be those hands.
Suddenly he stopped, I wondered if he had become aware of my presence and I quickly closed my legs and removed my hand. At almost the same instant I saw him leap from the bed. My heart racing I watched as he sprinted, rather clumsily in the shoes but sprinted none the less, to the door of the room and slammed it shut. He paused for a moment, a rabbit caught in headlights giving me just enough time to be distracted by another movement. A figure came through the front door, bags in hand. Oh god it was his wife, and he obviously wasn’t expecting her! By the time I looked back to the room he was in the dresses, discarded on the bed were back in the wardrobe and the basque was off, no where to be seen. He sat in the edge of the bed straggling to remove the shoes that had brought him so much excitement. The underwear so rapidly removed the stockings laddered more than once, looking at them in his manly hand, torn and useless now it looked as if he had torn them from a woman, not himself.
Within minutes of him hearing her key in the door and the magic of the moment being broken things were back to how they had been an hour before when he had first walked through the door, new shoes in hand. There he stood facing the mirror, naked apart form a pair of jeans hurriedly thrown on, perhaps to cover his freshly shaved legs? I jumped with him as she opened the door to the bedroom and found her startled husband in a state of undress. They kissed for a moment and then she disappeared into the en suite. He slumped onto the bed, disappointed. He was expecting more time to himself, and she had spoilt it; for both of us.