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.

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“It’s been a few months since I left Janet,” Anne said, “and still, it’s
hard for me to face it.”

“You should call her up, talk to her,” I suggested.

“It’s not that,” she said, chuckling. “I’ve been phoning Janet once a
week for a while now. What I can’t do is imagine me living the rest of
my life monogamously or without sex.”

She looked oddly at me for a moment before she answered. “They’re in
permanently; I’d have to cut them to get them out.”

Can you call it dating when neither partner is interested in making any
sexual advances? In March, a few months after Anne joined our survivors
support group, we started going out together. I think we were both
using our relationship defensively; by staying together when we were in
social settings, we could were shield each other from sexual pressure.

She was proud of her body, and she took care of it. From her wavy
brown hair that feathered lightly in the breeze, to her long,
beautiful legs that drew appreciative glances, she was happy with
the way she looked. She was proud of her flat stomach, and firm
breasts. Her nipples were large, and she loved how they drew a
man’s attention when they poked through her blouse. Or in this
case, her bikini top.

Laying in the hot sun, she worked a little more sunscreen into
her brown shoulder, and turned up her radio.

She was alone that day. Actually, she wasn’t planning to be. Two
days prior, she had broken up with her boyfriend over a petty
thing. She knew that they’d probably work it out, but she
understood that they needed this time apart now. So she came to
the beach anyway, not expecting anything.

She lay back on her towel, wishing that she and her boyfriend
were there together, his arms around her, putting lotion on her
skin. Her hands gently carassed her tummy, and she suddenly
realized that she was hornier than she thought.

About a hundred yards away, a man was playing with a dog. She had
seen them when she drove in and set up on the beach. She
recogmized the dog, it was owned by one of the summer people who
owned a nearby cabin. She looked up at the cabin, but didn’t see
their car. She looked back down by the water’s edge.

He was a nice looking man, not a body builder, but you could tell
he was strong, and had control of his body. He was sporting a
summer tan, but you could tell that laying on beach wasn’t his
style. He appeared very relaxed, laughing and throwing a stick
for the dog to chase. She noticed that he had a wonderful smile.

She felt a little hornier.

Time passed and she listened to her radio. She was dozing in the
sun when she suddenly felt a wet tongue on her face. She started,
looked up and before her stood a muddy, familiar face. Hairy,
tongue lolling out, it barked at her playfully.

“Hey, geez, I’m really sorry about that, miss, let me get him
away from you.” Then sterner, “Hey, get away from her – move!”

“Oh, it’s OK, don’t worry about it…”

“Are you allright,” he asked looking in her eyes.

“Yes, I’m fine..really.”

“I’m sorry he startled you, he’s just friendly.”

“Yes, I’ve seen him before.” Then before she realized she was
saying anything else, she said “But I’ve never seen you before,
have I?”

“No, you haven’t. I’m up from North Carolina, visiting my
grandparents. They own that cabin over there.”

Where the dog lives, she thought. Maybe it was the sun, but later
she decided it was the loneliness of not having her boyfriend
around. She said, “Want to go for a swim?”

“Sure!” He smiled again, wider. Boy, I love that smile, she
thought.

They swam and played together in the water. They were both good
swimmers, and the water was warm. She slapped him and laughing,
he chased her around the beach, the dog yapping and following. He
caught her and held her, while the waves crashed down around
them.

The afternoon went on. He invited her up to the house for a drink
of something cold. When she accepted, she wasn’t even surprised.
She was beginning to feel very turned on to this polite man with
the nice smile.

He made them milkshakes, strawberry, and they sat on the deck,
looking out at the ocean. While she toweled dry and put on a
bathrobe, he went down and collected her things from the beach.
He told her about his work, and listened to her relate her
experiences in law school. He was very funny, but with a
sarcastic wit, not a comedian. He obviously wasn’t trying to
impress her. And she loved that even more.

So she wasn’t surprised when she accepted his invitation to
dinner. He suggested she shower and change while he prepared it.
She got her clothes from her car and went into the bathroom.
Although she didn’t lock the door, he did not come to her then.
But she wanted him too, badly. When she was done she came into
the kitchen, and found he was just about finished. The table near
the large glass window was all set, and the salads were waiting.
He offered her wine, which she accepted.

The food was good, and the laughter was real. She wanted him
badly, and she knew she would have him, but for now, she was
enjoying herself. This was a totally pressureless evening, no
tension between them.

When they were sitting on the couch, looking at a fire he had
set, she went to him. She took his face in her hands and looked
him in the eyes. “I want to make love to you.” He smiled again,
and she melted. He did not speak at all, but instead picked her
up and carried her outside onto the white beach. The stars were
moving above them and a warm breeze moved their hair as he slowly
undid the buttons on her shirt. She undid her own pants and
pushed them down, and undid his pants as he removed his sweater.
She was wearing no bra, so her breasts came to light as soon as
he removed her shirt, her nipples went hard and stuck straight
up, begging. She moaned softly, and pressed herself against him,
she pushed down on his pants and freed him. She held him, and
moaned as he grew larger in her grip. He cupped her breasts, his
thumbs over her nipples, while he kissed her neck and face.
Naked, they stood there, sliding their hands over skin and muscle
building their desire. She began to sink lower, lower, until her
mouth took his penis. She slid her tongue around the head and up
and down his length. She could hear his moans, and she worked
faster, taking him deep inside and then almost all the way out,
showing him what she would like done later. He fell to his knees
and pulled her to him, lifting her up slowly, so that his face
was near her breasts. He sucked her nipples until they hardened,
and then lightly teased them with his cheek. Not speaking, she
lay back in the sand, still warm from the sun of the day and
opened her legs. She was expecting him to enter her then, she
wanted him to enter her then, but he had a better idea. He
started at her feet, and kissed her legs all the way up to her
inner thighs, and then kissed around her swollen mound. She was
moaning with pleasure as he gently kissed and sucked her, his
tongue laving her mons until she could no longer stand it.

She pulled him up onto her, and he was in her. She cried out with
the pleasure of penetration. He was so big! They moved together,
at first, slowly, but as time went on they got faster, harder, in
and almost out again and again. Breathing in lurge gulps of air,
their bellys slapping, and the sand. All the sand mixing with
their sweat. She came twice, a small one and then as he came in a
gush, a second, stronger. They lay together, staring up at the
stars in heaven, naked to the world. She cuddled close to his
warmth and he held her tight.

They showered together, and she dressed. She had to leave, and he
was to be leaving for North Carolina the next day. Her life would
go on, and so would his, but she would always remember that night
with a special guy with a great smile and making love on the
beach. She kissed him long and hard, and drove off. She felt no
regret, only a good feeling inside. A satisfied feeling.

And, of course, she would come back next summer.

Their attentions moved farther down my body to the region of my hips. With a
light, feathery touch they teased my throbbing cock. Jenny raised my cock up
and they both bent down and kissed a deep tongue kiss, with the head of my
cock in between. The feeling of two slippery tongues writhing around the most
sensitive part of my body was almost too much to bear and I groaned
involuntarily. They broke and Alyssa looked at me with a wicked smile. Then
she glanced over at Jenny who nodded briefly. Alyssa crawled astride my hips
and I knew what she was up to.

She slowly guided me into her and then sat down on my cock, forcing it deep
into the slippery warmth of her body. I reached up and held her to me as I
began to pump with slow rhythem. Jenny wasn’t left out, as she kissed Alyssa
and fondled both her and me. I felt just a twinge of jealousy at this
unguessed side of Jenny’s personality but the mood overpowered everything else.

“And what is that?” I asked. Then Alyssa cleared her throat and I looked
behind me.

She had finally shed the blankets, throwing them off the bed completely. In
the semi-darkness I could see her in all her naked glory. My eyes roamed over
the magnificence of her body, from her flowing hair to large, inviting,
hard-nippled breasts, to her wide hips to the dark mystery of her crotch. This
was the body I had seen and held in hundreds of idle erotic dreams now brought
to glorious reality. I turned to Jenny and said, “Are you serious?”

“Love,” she said, “Since our high school days Alyssa and I have shared almost
everything, both good and bad. You’re one of the good things that we’ve been
waiting a long time to share.”

I didn’t have time to say much else before Alyssa made me lay down with a firm
hand. She gave me a deep kiss that suddenly made my heart pound like an
overworked compressor and took my breath away for a moment. I reached out and
explored her body with my hands as she was exploring mine.

Suddenly I had two sets of hands caressing me as Jenny joined her. I lay back
and enjoyed the unbelievable sensation. And, to my astonishment, I saw that
they were caressing each other as well as me. I would have to ask Jenny about
the extent of her “sharing” with Alyssa at some future time but I was enjoying
myself too much worry about it now.

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.

Like I said, I’ve seen all kinds of fares, but the topper had to
be this rich society bitch last Christmas. I pick her up at BWI load her
bags into the trunk and take off. She’s wearing a dead fox around her
shoulders and gave some fancy up town address. She’s about 40 years old,
but still sexy in a stuck-up kind of way. Stinking rich. I’m not
kidding you. But here’s the thing: When I pull in front of her castle,
she goes into her purse to pay the tab, and whaddya know? She can’t find
her wallet! “I’m terribly sorry,” she says in this hoity-toity voice.
“I don’t seem to be able to pay you”.

“That’s too fuckin’ bad, lady,” I say. “I guess you ain’t goin’
home yet then.” And I pull away from the curb and head for the nearest
expressway.

That got her panties all bunched up. “What can I pay you with?”
she says all nervous and agitated. She’s in my environment now.

“Well for starters you can suck my dick,” I say. I figure that
she’ll get insulted and report me but what the heck, right? I admit it,
I’ve got a crude mouth at times — I guess that’s why my wife left
me…..for another woman. But get this: The bitch actually says, “Well,
okay.”

With that I pull off the expressway, but leave the motor running
because it’s a fucking cold day, and I want the heater on. Then I climb
into the back seat with her, unzip my fly and haul out my pride and joy.

“Here, lady, here’s a nice cold treat for ya, See if you can warm
it up for me.” Before she could react, I shove my schlong between those
society lips quicker than you can say Jack Frost.

I thought the old bat was gonna’ choke on it at first — judging
from the gurgling noises comin’ from the back of her throat — but before
long she got into the spirit of giving head as I pushed my stiff , spit-
slick pole in and out of her warm, delicate mouth. Once or twice she
accidentally bit me, and I had to cuff her, but all in all, she sucked
like the pros I usually frequent, and when I spermed like a madman into
her mouth, she swallowed the whole mess without blinking an eye.

“What’s the matter? Old man not giving it to ya?” I say. She’s
pretty hot by this time, so I reach down and yank open her skirt and pull
her lacy black panties down. She does not object!

She’s gasping like a pig in heat, going, “Fuck me, fuck me. My
husband never touches me anymore. Oh, stick it in me. Ram my pussy,”
and some other trashy bullshit I forget.

“Easy, you old cow,” I snarl, and thrust three stick fingers into
her heaving snatch. It’s surprisingly tight for such an old hole, and
she was wetter than piss as I performed a digital exploratory. After
about two minutes of this threeplay I figure she’s ready for my beefy
cock, so I push her down on the seat, yank her legs wide open, lean down
for a quick whiff of her smelly slit — ah, heaven — then aim my pecker
at her hungry box and ram it home.

I split her cunt apart with my piledriver, filling it up with my
stiff eight-incher. She grabs onto me, digging her sharp fingernails
into my hairy ass as I belt her cunt with my boy-stick, reaming it in and
out as hard and fast as I could, ripping her dainty little, rich-bitch
cunt with my angry beast.

To her credit, she gave me as good as she got, thrusting her
lily-white hips up to meet each savage stroke I laid into her. For an
over-the-hill broad, her cunt felt pretty good as it clamped down on my
busy bone, almost as good as the hooke rs I fuck for their fares too.

Right in the middle of it she starts begging me to talk dirty to
her, like my big fat dick stuffing her cunt isn’t enough for her upper-
class snatch.

“Ahh, shaddup!” I growl, and to show I’m not kidding, I let her
have a playful slap in the kisser.

Instead of annoying her, it turns her on more, and we screw that
in the back of my cab for about 45 minutes, traffic whizzing by outside
the whole time. I kept up the bone pressure as I manhandled her big,
creamy knockers and stuck my tongue down her throat. I pinched her big
nipples till they were hard as pebbles and she had tears in her eyes.

From the way her body is shaking, I figure she must have cum
half-a-dozen times since I jumped on top of her. I feel like cuming too;
so when I my time came, I didn’t hold back. At the last minute I pulled
my dick out of her soppy snatch and, careful not to hit the seat, let her
have a hot, milky one right in the face. She starts lapping it up like a
starving puppy,and smearing it into her cheeks, all the while babbling
about what a great cocksman — I swear that’s the word she used — I am,
and how she never wants to stop fucking me. Same old story. Even the
whores give it to me for free.

I finally took her home and let her pay me with a check. It
didn’t bounce either. Too bad, I wanted an excuse to look that cunt up
again.

It was only a couple of months ago when my boyfriend, David, amid a
frank discussion (I’d told him to confess his innermost fantasies or I
wouldn’t untie him!) said that he’d really like to see someone else wank,
and to be watched himself as he played with his 7 inches of manhood.
The idea was lost as he flung himself on top of me when I undid his
bonds but the seed of an idea had been planted…

A few days later, it was saturday evening and I’d been in preparation for
a couple of days. The shopping had been done and I was ready to play.
Seduction at our place often starts with a good meal and a bottle of
plonk and, having shared an extra glass of wine after dinner I led
David up to the bedroom. It was cosy in the room and the light was
dimmed a little. I sat David on the bed and told him he was just to
do as I asked. He smiled and I gently pushed him back onto the bed,
kissing him ever more deeply.

At first we just kissed, lips and then tongues, until our hands began
to rove over each others’ body. I held his face, then one hand went
behind his neck, pulling his lips harder to mine as my other hand
trailed outside his shirt, over his chest and around his nipples.
Davids’ nipples are sensitive and it didn’t take long for me to feel
their hardness through my fingertips. My nails started to scratch his
cherries where my fingers had lightly stroked and the intensity of the
feelings had him pressing his erectness hard against me.

David lay underneath me and I straightened up a little, undoing his
shirt and gripping his firm chest and scratching his nipples directly.
His cock was almost bursting out of his trousers and his fingers fervently
fondled my breasts through my blouse and bra. Just to surprise him I
shuffled up his body and, with my short, tight skirt having risen around
my hips I sat with my thighs each side of his face. He was treated to
a dripping wet pussy, no knickers, and he instantly reacted by delving
his tongue as far into my cunt as he could.

I laughed quietly to myself and moved from him, knowing that more,
much more, was to come…

As I moved from Davids’ face he reached for me but I avoided his hands
as he let me take off his remaining clothes. David has a good build and
he wasn’t ashamed of letting me see his naked body and I smiled as I saw
how big his cock had become. I loved to tease him and I could see that
my ministrations were having a massive effect on him!

David lay waiting for me to move towards him again so that he could
undress me and take me, but I had other ideas. From under the bed
I pulled two ankle cuffs; they were each attached to two chains and,
hidden under the bed, each chain was attached to one of the four corners
of the bed. I quickly slipped the cuffs onto Davids’ ankles before he
could protest and then stood back. The cuffs allowed him almost total
freedom – but only within the confines of the bed. There was lot of
spare chain so he could roam around the whole of our double bed but,
start towards the rest of the room and the chain pulled him short.

Davids’ eyes questioned why; all I said was “I just want a little freedom
to play where I want…why don’t you watch me..?”

As I spoke I let my long, mousy hair down from its clips – the ends
settled just above the swell of my firm 36 inch bust. My tits were
firm, and full, and I loved touching them. As my hand slid outside my
blouse, as I stood, leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed so
that David, propped up on pillows could see me over his throbbing cock,
I raised my face so that my boobs strained against my caressing fingers
and my hips arched my ass from against the wall. I sighed gently as I
felt my nipples, rigid through my clothing, pushing nail-hard against
my touch. My sighs turned to small mews in my throat and I unbuttoned
my blouse and my front-catching bra, finally feeling my hands on my bare
breasts, squeezing and caressing their fullness and pinching and pulling
at my long nipples.

The more I played the more carried away I became and I pleaded with David,
“Watch me Baby, watch me play with myself.”

He just replied, breathily, “Yes, Darling, do it, wank for me, masturbate,
jerk yourself off, finger-fuck your cunt…”

I was surprised at the vehemence of his words but then, glancing through
my half-closed eyes I saw that David was firmly rubbing the flat of his
hand over his cock. His hands intermittently played over his thighs and
balls and his fingers occassionaly went to tweak his nipples, leaving
his back arched as his cock pleaded to regain its rubbing hand.

Closing my eyes again I scratched hard at my nipples, hurting them and
loving the pain. My right hand dived under the waistband of my skirt
in order to rub away some of the frustration from my soaking pussy but,
finding it restricted by the waistband and only able to tantalisingly
play with my erect clit, I undid the catch on the side of the skirt with
my left hand and then cried out in pleasure as three fingers of my hand
rammed themselves deep into my gaping cunt as the skirt dropped around
my ankles.

I was leaning against a wall, tits out, crying out, fucking with my
fingers for all I was worth and dressed only in white suspenders, white
stockings and white high-heels. My right hand wanked and my left hand
squeezed and tormented my breasts. All the time I was gasping, “Watch
this David, watch me fuck myself, watch me wank as I look at your naked
body and your hard cock, watch me frig myself as you pump your rod.
Do it David, do it with me!”

I was in ecstacy, I was rampant, aching; I was loving it and now my
eyes were opened and I watched David brazenly jerking his cock up
and down in his fist. He was wide-eyed and watching my fingers in my
cunt as he played with his body. He was writhing on the bed, wanting
to be released but aching for the intense pleasure never to finish.
Suddenly he was gasping and his body bent upwards and he screamed, “I’m
coming, I’m coming!” and jets of spunk flew into the air, up his chest
and even as far as his neck. I had never seen his spunk come out like
that; loads of it – he almost gave himself a mouthful!

He must have carried on pumping for a full half-minute before he fell
back on the bed, breathing heavily. I felt like I had come a thousand
times as I had wanked for him but I just wanted to carry on playing…

David has his eyes closed and, gently pulling my sopping fingers from
my hot cunt I went over to him. I knelt beside the bed and stirred the
juices from my fingers in with his cum that lay tracked across his belly
and chest. Then I lifted my cum covered fingers to his lips.

“Suck them baby.” I said, “This is you and me and I want you to taste us.
Eat and you can have me all night – that’s a promise.” He was wonderful
- he made like a trussed-up slave being ordered, rather than asked, to
do his womans’ bidding. At first he just extended his tongue a little,
lapping at my fingers, but then he closed his lips around each one in
turn, sucking at our juices and making small cries as though he were
getting excited all over again. My fingers turned into phallic symbols
for him and he dutifully sucked the five cocks on my hand. We looked
at each other as he did it, my eyes were wide and he was turning us both
on with his explicit love-play.

When my hand was clean I moved to his feet and, sliding my hand up the
outside of his thighs, over his hips and nipples, I licked, right up
his centre, from perineum, over his balls, sucking on each as I went,
nibbling gently along the semi-erect length of his penis, kissing and
sucking on its exposed head, licking and kissing over his navel and up
to his nipples, lapping up the remainder of his cum along the way, and
eventually stopping, now lying with my head on his chest where I sucked,
licked and teased his nipples and played with them with my fingers.

Under my belly I could feel his cock getting harder as I played more and
more with his nipples. I slid down the bed again and, kneeling at his
feet, pulled him towards me as much as his fetters would allow so that
now his cock and balls were nearly at the edge of the bed, right by my
waiting lips. I knew that, after his massive orgasm before, I had time
on my side and so I just gently leaned forward from my kneeling position
and kissed his balls lightly. I could hear his surprised intake of breath
for, as he lay on the bed, there was no way he could see what I was doing.
Pausing for a few seconds I leaned forward and again kissed his balls -
but slightly higher up the sac this time – towards the base of his cock.
I paused again, then kissed again, then paused, then kissed – and just
marvelled as, each time I kissed, his manhood would jerk and stretch
a little further… When I reached the base of his cock I tilted my
head to one side and then enveloped the base with my lips. I almost
couldn’t stretch my lips around the whole of his width but managed it
and then started to lick and suck at that part of his cock. David was
moaning and moving, arching his hips in a vain attempt to allow the upper
part of his manhood the same favours that the lower part was enjoying.
I only let him writhe for a short while and then, still sucking at the
base of his cock I closed my hand around the upper part and, pulling his
foreskin up and down, to its fullest extent, I began to slowly wank him.

I was tempted to enclose my mouth around the whole of his cock but
blow-jobs were nothing unusual for us and I wanted David to experience
something new; a fantasy come true…

Slowly, sooo slowly, teasing more than exciting, my hand moved up and
down his rod. My fingers, at the top of their travels, touched the
tip of his cock and spread a little more pre-cum around the tiny hole.
Occassionaly I would leave the foreskin stretched down and, with my other
hand, grazed his glans and the underside of his rod with my nails.
His moans were incomprehensible but the agonized bucking of his hips
told me all I needed to know.

It took over half an hour for my neck to ache so that I needed to
straighten up; as for David – he was so straight that even I was amazed -
I had never seen him so big and hard! He was teased to distraction -
he hadn’t been able to play with himself as I played with him and my
ministrations were so laid back that he was agonizingly frustrated and
MASSIVELY turned on. As I pulled away a little from him his right hand
dived towards his cock and his hips rose up, eager for dick to meet
digits to relieve his agony.

Worried that he may come so fast that the moment would too soon be over,
I leant over him, my nipples grazing the sheet between his legs and
reminding me that I was completely turned on too. As his hand moved
up and down his shaft I closed my hand over his and allowed the two to
move as one. The extra pressure from my hand and the closeness of my
touch obviously pleased him and he breathed, “Yes, oh Yes!”

Allowing my hand to exert a little more pressure on his I slowed
his movements down and, before he could protest at this restriction,
I lowered my mouth over his head so that he could feel my wet warmth
over his foreskin and then directly over the head of his rod as his
hand-movements exposed it. It was all he needed and, within a couple of
strokes (and a little suction on my part!) I felt his cum spurt into my
mouth; wet, warm, salty – I loved it but did not swallow and, as soon as
he was spent, I moved up Davids’ body and, still holding his cum in my
mouth, I french-kissed with him – sharing the warm spunk with its maker.

David is not inconsiderate but, after his exertions, he was obviously
tired and his gentle touches to my drenched cunt were very half-hearted.
I laughed gently, “You take it easy Lover-Boy – I need something good
and hard inside me and you’re obviously not up to the job…so you
just watch.”

It was the second time that evening that he’d watched me put on a show
for him but, in my state of unsatisfied lust, I would have performed
in front of a bunch of monkeys. I wasn’t putting on a show for him -
this was my playtime and I was making the most of it!

Opening a draw in my dresser I reached towards the back of it and brought
out a small box, shoe-box size. Opening the lid I pulled out a large,
ribbed vibrator. I had chosen the toy carefully, along with a few others
at the local porn-palace and its mechanics were quite wondrous; it pumped,
vibrated and twisted at three different speeds and it took only seconds to
slide the thick, eight inch toy right up my slit. I needed to be fucked.
We had played for what seemed like hours – foreplay wasn’t needed now
and I just leant into that toy for all I was worth. The speed was at
its second level and I moaned as I stood, in the middle of the room,
shoving that plastic cock inside me and mauling my tits with my free hand.
I could see David, his cock no longer limp, staring at me and gently
stroking his nipples. A thought crossed my mind and I reached into the
box again to pull out a long, thin vibrator. I walked over to the bed,
the large vibrator still in my cunt, and told David to lick the new toy.
He dutifully did so and, when it was nice and wet I knelt over his
body, my thighs straddling his waist. Leaning forward and asking him
to play with my tits I also took the thin vibrator and, switching it
on, slid its lubricated length up my ass. The feeling was fantastic,
a hard, moving cock up my cunt, a thin, pulsating length up my ass and
my nipples being licked and sucked while David moulded my breasts with
his hands and I turned the speed on the big vibrator up to its maximum.
I came and came and came.

I sagged, exhausted, on top of David, still squatting but with my tits on
his chest and my face buried in his shoulder. If anyone had asked me then
I wouldn’t have been able to raise any interest in sex (or anyone elses
for that matter!). David, it seemed, had other ideas; I hadn’t really
noticed the hard length of manhood that was rising strongly to meet my
body but I quickly noticed as, deftly pulling the thin vibrator from
my ass he replaced it with the tip of his cock. His rod just touched
my slightly widened ass-hole and I, not quite realising his intentions,
just playfully smiled and shook my head, “No, I don’t think so love…”

Unfortunately for me David was spurred on by my denial of my body to
him and he gripped my thighs from his position underneath me.

“Remember your promise,” He said as he gently pushed me back onto his
cock, my legs, spread astride his body, helped his access as did the
juices generated by our previous escapades. My eyes widened and I
tried to relax as I felt his knob slowly push up my anus. David, as
I’ve said, has a big tool and when it was up my cunt it was one thing,
but up my ass was something else entirely. The first sensation, just
a stretching of my ass-hole and his cock pushing rythmically against
it, each time trying to gain a little more access, were pleasant and
erotic but then, as he managed to get that thick rod further in to me
the pleasure became pain; not a ripping pain but a pain of being filled,
stretched and pleasured in a way I had never known.

My eyes were wide, my mouth screaming contradictions, “Oh yes, no more,
push it in, further, oh please take it out!” I was ecstatic, in a world
high above my real plane. Literally screwed out of my brains.

He was in me, filling my ass and the thick vibrator was still in my
cunt, still pulsating. I was being screwed from every way and Davids’
hands were pulling hard at my nipples. Only more pain could enhance
the delicious agony in my ass and he was giving it to me pulling and
twisting at my swollen buds. Suddenly, his hands flattened against my
tits and he pushed me away from him so that I was sitting up, almost
leaning backwards. I couldn’t believe the sensation for it drove his
prick even further into my expectant ass, filling me totally, seemingly
meeting the vibrator in my cunt at mid-point. The feelings drove me to
even greater heights and I rubbed furiously at my clit, screwing his cock
with my ass, driving my hole onto his cock until I came, massively and,
at the same time, I felt his warm cum spray the walls of my rectum.

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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.

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