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I can see from a distance that you are cute, your long brown hair
whipping about your face in the wind. As I drive closer, I can
see your faded cutoffs, cut so short that the cheeks of your ass
are peeking out invitingly.

You are wearing a pale yellow t-shirt, the veteran of many
washings, faded to the color of tapioca. Your breasts,
unencumbered by a bra, poke proud erect nipples at all who pass
by. Even from a distance I can see the dark circles through the
thin shirt.

You are smiling.

I stop next to you and roll down the window.

“Where are you headed?”

“It doesn’t really matter. Can you take me?”

I swallow. “Sure. Hop in.” You slide into the passenger seat
and I am suddenly conscious of your smell; the smell of sun and
sweat on your buttery skin. I realize that you have slid closer
to me than is really necessary. I swallow again.

“What’s your name?”

“Lisa.” You don’t ask mine. Out of the corner of my eye I can
see your breasts jiggling slightly as we ride. You catch my
sidelong glance and smile slightly. I look away, embarrassed.

“You don’t usually pick people up, do you.” It is a statement,
not a question. I look back at you, more directly this time, and
see that you have turned ever so slightly towards me, and have
inched almost imperceptibly closer. I feel my mouth go slightly
dry. I cannot keep from looking at your breasts.

I begin to imagine…No! Things like this just don’t happen!
There is always a catch. I feel a light sweat on my upper lip.
I roll down the window. We ride for a moment in silence.

You cross your legs and you have moved slightly closer. Your
left hand is on the seat next to your thigh. With another
sidelong glance I can see that the top button on your cutoffs is
undone. Was it like that before? I realize that you are looking
intently at my face. Do you see what I am thinking?

If I move the slightest bit, I am sure my erection will burst
through my pants. So I sit very still and drive carefully and
slowly. Suddenly I realize I am going barely twenty miles per
hour. It seems as though we are barely moving; the fields to
each side of us creep by.

There is a wide spot ahead, next to a broad expanse of tall
grass.

“Could we stop for a bit?” you ask.

“If you like,” I reply, sure that you can hear my heart pounding.

We stop and you are out of the car, skipping through the tall
grass of the field laughing and turning around, your eyes
sparkling. Cautiously I follow you. You come back to me,
breathless, your sun-sweat smell nearly overpowering me.
Watching you in the grass I am nearly overcome with desire and I
and I can think of nothing but you.

You stand very close to me, looking up into my face. The impish
smile nearly disappears as you stand very close to me, searching
my face. I stroke your cheek with my palm and gently bend down
to kiss your soft, full lips. Suddenly your arms are around me,
your mouth wide open, tongue probing. Your body presses
insistently against me, your hands are moving up and down my
back, stroking my ass and the backs of my thighs. I am certain
my body is going to explode.

Suddenly you stop. You draw slightly away from me. Your cheeks
are slightly flushed, and you are breathing heavily through
parted lips. Your firm breasts strain against the flimsy t-
shirt, erect nipples challenging me. You cross your arms and
reach slowly for the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your
head.

Your breasts, now free in the warm sunshine, invite me. I catch
my breath, a half sob, really, as I gaze at you there. You come
to me again and take my head in both your hands, drawing my mouth
first to one breast, then the other. Greedily I run my tongue
over the nipples, feeling them harden at the touch. You pull my
head harder to you, as though you want me to devour you. I am
aware of the salty-sweet taste of your sweat. Your breast fills
my mouth.

Suddenly, panting, you push me away. Your eyes cloudy with
desire and yearning, your hands move to the top of your cutoffs.
Slowly you lower the zipper, and drop the shorts to the ground.
Keeping your eyes on mine, you step out of them and stand there
before me, naked. Your legs slightly apart, you move your right
hand over your dark pubis and stroke the mound. You step close
to me once again and put your hands on my shoulders, pressing me
to my knees in the tall grass.

Your dark mound, very close now, fills my vision and the scent of
you, warm and dark and musky, clouds my senses.

You pull my head towards you and I am immersed in your body. You
spread your legs to straddle my head, forcing your cunt into my
face. I move my tongue over your clit, feeling it protrude and
harden. I point my tongue and run it around the base of your
clit, pressing hard, and feel your body vibrate in response.
Moving down, I thrust my tongue into your cunt, now dripping with
your juices. You are breathing in sobs now, still forcing my
mouth against you, constantly moving your hips to bring my mouth
into tighter contact with your body.

Your juices now cover my face; the taste of you is overpowering.
Your legs are spread ever wider, and so I put first two, then
three, then four fingers deep in your wet cunt. You moan in
response, an animal sound from deep in your throat.

You take my face in your hands and your lips are all over my face
licking your own love juices from me, kissing me deeply and
demandingly. I wonder how much longer you can continue.

Then your hands are grasping my shirt, pulling it out of my
pants; you claw at the buttons then, impatient, rip the shirt
open, sending buttons flying. You unfasten my belt and unsnap
the top button of my trousers, roughly parting the zipper. My
cock jumps out, already moist. You push my pants and shorts down
to my knees and kneel in front of me. Your face and breasts are
flushed with your desire, your eyes smoky.

You put your hand on my bare chest and push me back to the
ground. You pull off my shoes, then my pants. I lie on my back
in the long grass, my cock throbbing obliquely towards the sky.
I, too am naked, except for my ruined shirt.

Your urgency seems to have subsided now, as you lie next to me,
propped up on one elbow. You place your palm flat on my chest
and I can see your hand jumping slightly with my heartbeat.
Slowly you move your hand up to stroke my cheek once, then down
my chest, to my belly, then farther down towards my erect cock.
Playfully, you pluck at the pubic hair, then stroke the insides
of my thighs. My cock strains and throbs. My heart is pounding,
yet I lie on my back passively, waiting to see what you will do.

I want to seize you roughly and enter you, possessing you
completely. But I lie there docilely in the grass, waiting to
see what you will do. I wonder if you have any strength left.

You put your fingers on my eyelids, closing them, and you kiss me
softly on the lips. You move to my chest, kissing and licking
and nibbling on the way down. You lick and nibble my nipples,
first one, then the other. My cock stirs impatiently.

I feel your tongue in my navel, then your hand on my erect cock.
You grasp my shaft with surprising firmness. Gently you cup my
testicles in your two hands, as though testing the weight. You
stroke them and release them. You lift first my right leg, then
the left, separating them, and kneel in between.

With my eyes still closed, I can hear your calm breathing, then
feel your warm breath on my cock, and then I feel your hot, wet
mouth slide over the head. You do not move for a moment, but I
can feel the slightest caress of your tongue against the tip of
my member. I wonder how long I can stand this teasing without
coming.

Slowly you take more of me into your warm mouth, until I am
completely surrounded by you. I can feel the gentle flick of
your tongue as you pull back, and the light scrape of your teeth
against the shaft. Slowly and deliberately you continue, first
taking just the head of my cock into your mouth, sometimes
sucking, sometimes teasing with the tip of your tongue, then
slowly sliding the entire length of the shaft into your mouth and
down your throat, your tongue busy all the time.

I am panting now, nearly ready to come, when you stop. A single
drop of fluid emerges at the tip of cock my and hangs there. You
smile at it and flick it off with your tongue. My world is hazy
with pleasure.

You rise to your knees and straddle my chest. As I look up, your
breasts fill my vision. I am conscious of your wet cunt on my
bare chest. I reach up and take your breasts, one in each hand.
I gently pinch and roll the nipples, feeling them respond. You
squirm as you squat on my chest and I can feel the slipperiness
of your cunt.

I hold the cheeks of your ass with my hands and pull you towards
my mouth, until your warm and dripping cunt is inches from my
mouth. I pull your body to me until my mouth is sucking greedily
at your clit once more.

Abruptly, you pull away. I try to pull you back to me, but you
have turned around, presenting your sweet, firm ass to me. I
stroke your buttocks, and as I spread your legs to suck on your
clit once more, I feel your hot mouth on my cock. There is an
urgency now which has not been present before, as though our time
together were nearly expired. Your mouth is busy at my cock,
sucking, licking, nipping. I suck and lick your clit, putting
three and four fingers deeply into your hot cunt. I lick your
sweet ass, then insert a finger.

I hear you gasp in response.

You withdraw from me once more, and turn around, lowering
yourself onto my cock, burying it to the base. Your knees are
drawn up close to your shoulders and your eyes roll back, showing
the whites. You rock back and forth, impaled on my throbbing
cock. I grasp at your breasts, now slippery with sweat, then
spread the cheeks of your ass with both hands. As I continue
thrusting, I gather some of the juice coming from your wide cunt
and spread it on the middle finger of my right hand. I thrust
that slippery finger deep into your ass.

You are wailing and screaming now, gyrating and bucking wildly,
impaled on my throbbing member, as you approach orgasm. I marvel
that I have been able to last so long, but I, too, feel the
inevitability of my own climax.

Locked together, we writhe on the matted grass, slick with sweat
and with the profuse juice from your cunt. We are breathing as
one now, gasping for breath; you begin to give out short cries,
rising in pitch as your body reaches orgasm. All sensation in my
body seems to be focused on my cock, throbbing with a life of its
own.

Then, with an explosion we can nearly hear, we come.

I feel the hot semen spurt from my cock, filling the cavern of
your cunt. The mixture of our own juices spills out onto our
bellies, mixing with our sweat and making us slippery.

You pull away and spin your body around, presenting your dripping
cunt to me. I feel your lips on my cock again, and I press my
face into your cunt, licking the mixed juices. I feel your mouth
and tongue on my cock, sucking it clean. Soon we lie side by
side on our backs, head to foot, exhausted. Your hand plays idly
with my now limp cock, my fingers dabble in the juices of your
cunt. Our breathing returns to normal.

Sadly, reality seems to be returning.

“How do I reach you?” I ask, feeling a sense of impending loss.

“I’ll call you,” you reply, unsuccessfully attempting your
earlier pixie smile. You sit up and reach for your shirt and
cutoffs. We dress together, silently. The sun is lower in the
sky, and there is already the hint of a chill in the air. I take
your hand as we walk back to the car, but your hand is slack and
cool in mine. I open your door and you slide in.

I get in, start the engine and drive slowly away, willing the day
not to end, somehow knowing that I will never be the same. You
sit silently against the passenger door, staring through the
windshield.

“You never told me where you wanted to go,” I offer, my voice
sounding hollow in my ears.

“It really doesn’t matter,” you reply. “I’ll tell you where to
let me off.”

We come into town and you gesture absently at the bus depot.

“This will be fine.” I start to protest, but you put your
fingers to my lips, giving me the smile I first saw in you, so
long ago. “I’ll see you again. I promise.”

And you are gone. I curse myself for not getting your last name,
your telephone number, your address. I don’t know anything about
you, just the secret places of your body where I was able to
bring you pleasure. Sometimes I drive back to that field where
we made love and imagine that you are back here with me.

I can still see where the grass was matted down by our bodies,
although it is beginning to spring up again.

I can hear your laughter as you skip through the long grass.

I can hear your moans and cries as your pleasure reaches its
peak.

Who are you, Lisa? Do you exist only in my memory, having no
life outside my fantasy? Or are you real? You have taught me
the secret places of your body, where in giving you pleasure I
receive tenfold, a hundredfold. You have taught me true
intimacy, not just performance; and I haven’t had a chance to
thank you.

Standing at the edge of the field, feeling the sun pale on my
back, I sense that I am not alone. Slowly I turn and you are
there, standing beside me. I catch my breath; it is as though
you have never left. You are wearing the same thin yellow t-
shirt and cutoffs, and the same smile.

I can think of nothing to say.

“It’s okay,” you say. “You don’t need to say anything. I’ll
stick around for a while this time.”

You take both my hands in yours, looking deeply into my face.
Then the smile is back and you pull me to the car.

As we drive off together, I look at you sitting there, your legs
crossed, the cheeks of your ass peeking out from under your
cutoffs. You catch me staring at you and grin back.

You slide over close to me and pull my free arm around your
shoulders. My fingers brush your breast and you murmur
approvingly.

“Yes,” you say happily, “I’m definitely going to stick around
for a while.”

Once I mentioned about a fantasy for a Three-Way that I had. She told me she
was absolutely not interested in other women. And she didn’t want to have sex
with me and another man. So I dropped the subject and put it out of my mind.
But every once in a while I would jack-off in the shower while I fantasized
about watching her eat another woman and having her watch me eat the other
woman too.

We had a female neighbor who was a pretty good friend. She had a boyfriend
that she lived with but they were always having problems so she would spend
many evenings at our house playing cards, watching movies, talking, etc.

Sometimes the three of us would go out dancing and have a great time.

She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous but very sexy and sensual. She had long legs,
a nice ass, firm and perky breasts, and a killer smile. I was attracted to her
but never made any moves on her. It was hard not to because she always wore
very revealing clothing when she came over. Sometimes it was short skirts and
she would flash me with her legs spread apart. Sometimes she had no panties on
or very sexy lace ones. She usually wore low cut tops and no bra, so when she
bent over in front of me I could see her firm pink nipples.

She knew I was attracted to her but neither of us pursued it. Sometimes my
girlfriend would catch me looking at our neighbor friend and would give me a
look like, I saw that! Better watch out! But the funny thing was is that I
would catch my girlfriend looking at this woman’s crotch and breasts. So I’d
tease my girlfriend by saying, Caught you honey!. I didn’t know it at the
time but they both started to have an attraction to each other.

One Friday night the three of us went out dancing (her boyfriend was a
lard-ass who liked to stay home, watch TV and drink lots of beer). They were
both dressed very sexy with short skirts and low cut tops. We got pretty buzzed
on booze, had a great time dancing real hot and getting all sweaty. We left the
bar laughing and giggling all the way home.

My girlfriend asked her if she wanted to come back to our place for a
nightcap. We sat on the couch and started watching a movie on TV. After a
while, my girlfriend asked me if I would run to the store to get something to
drink. Reluctantly I went, it was after 3 in the morning.

I returned about twenty minutes later and opened the door and saw my neigh-
bor laying in my girlfriend’s lap while my girlfriend hand was on the other
womans vagina and sucking her breast. Our neighbor still had on her skirt and
her top was unbuttoned as my girlfriend licked on her nipples. I could tell by
the movement of my girlfriend’s hand that she was massaging the womans
clitoris.

I was dumbfounded. I just stood there with my jaw hanging down. All kinds of
things were going through my mind. What was going on? When did this happen? How
long has this been going on? Why is my cock getting rock hard? Is this really
my girlfriend who had said that sex with another woman was unappealing?

While I was gone, my girlfriend had started giving my neighbor a foot
massage. After a while my girlfriend moved her hand ever so slowly towards the
womans crotch stroking her thighs as her hand moved closer. When her fingers
reached the womans vagina my girlfriend very gently touched her clitoris and
said My god you’re so wet! The other woman was shocked but said Don’t stop.
So my girlfriend pulled her around, unbuttoned the woman’s blouse and pulled up
her skirt so she had access to her vagina with her hand. She sucked on her
nipples and manipulated her clitoris.

When I had entered the room and stood there for a while the other woman saw
me, jumped up and screamed, Oh, my God!. My girlfriend immediately grabbed
her and pushed her back on the couch saying Don’t worry. Relax. Then she
looked up at me and said Watch this honey.

She had the woman lay back on the couch as my girlfriend got on her knees.
pulled off the woman’s panties, and began to eat her. After a while the woman
came with a scream. I was so hard and horny as I watched my girlfriend’s tongue
lick and thrust in this other woman’s vagina. The other woman’s flat belly was

quivering just before she came. It was so erotic!

My girlfriend then got up and instructed me to eat the woman. I was so
nervous and intensely horny that I though I was going to explode. So I took off
my clothes, and knelt down in front of the woman. She tasted so good. As I ate
her I moved my hand to my girlfriend’s vagina and began to stroke it while she
sucked on the other womans breasts. They both came after a while and by this
time I was ready to explode!

My girlfriend then said Fuck her. Put your cock inside her and feel her
juices. I spread the womans legs apart as she was saying Oh my God. I can’t
believe this is happening. She groaned loudly as I put my rock hard cock
inside her. She was so wet that her juices were running down my balls. We did
this for a while as my girlfriend worked on the woman’s nipples. I was harder
than steel!

Then we switched to a position where I sat in a big chair and the other
woman sat on my cock with her back towards me. We both moaned as I slid inside
her. Then with our legs spread apart, my girlfriend began to eat her, moving
her tongue slowly from my balls up to her clitoris. The other woman came after
a while and then I couldn’t take it any more. I came and thrust hard as my
penis pumped out lots of fluid which my girlfriend greedily licked from my
penis and the woman’s vagina.

I was still in shock because my girlfriend was so aggressive and I didn’t
ever expect she would get off on something like this. She was obviously wet and
wild now! I wanted to fuck her brains out. I wanted to watch her take this
other woman to the moon.

We moved into the bedroom where I watched them eat each other in a 69
position. After they came we all laid there for a while giggling and caressing.
I could smell vagina on my girlfriend’s face which made me hard again. OOOH!
The sweet smell and taste of horny pussy!

My girlfriend had me stand at the edge of the bed. She faced me doggy style
and I put my cock inside her vagina which was so wet and stinky hot that I was
higher than from any drug. As I pumped her vigorously, our neighbor friend got
underneath her in 69 fashion. She alternated between licking my girlfriend’s
clitoris, my shaft, and my balls. My girlfriend was eating the womans pussy as
I thrust my cock harder and harder until I came in a frenzy, letting go like I
never have before. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had.

I pulled back and fell on the bed as I watched them eat each other until
they came. I was so hot watching them. I would touch them in different areas
of their bodies as they continued eating each other. They responded to my
touches, heightening their pleasure.

We laid in a circle facing each other. My girlfriend sucking my cock, me
eating the other woman, the other woman eating my girlfriend. We kept this up
until we all came moaning, laughing, steamy wet, the air filled with the magic
scent of vagina and sperm mixed together.

We all laid there, fell asleep. I was so peaceful. We all held each other
as we slept. I woke up to the sensation of the other woman sucking my penis. I
came slowly and deeply as she drank every drop of my sperm. She was so relaxed
and open and beautiful. She leaned over my sleeping girlfriend, kissed her
softly and then told me she had to leave. She was worried about what her
boyfriend was thinking. It was 6:00 in the morning. I walked her to the door
but as we got there I grabbed her, passionately kissed her, dropped to my
knees. Slowly I pulled up her skirt, placing my mouth on her clitoris. She came
gently within a few minutes.

She thanked me for getting so much pleasure from me and my girlfriend. It
was the first time she ever had that experience and was blown away how she
could be hot and horny for both a man and a woman. I told her I understood. I
was a little bewildered by all of it. We kissed and then she left.

I went back to the bedroom and fell asleep, holding my girlfriend. We woke
several hours later and made slow, strong, love. We both came, collapsed again
and slept for several more hours. We giggled and blushed about the night before
and both agreed that it was a high point in our sexual relationship.

Our neighbor friend, my girlfriend and I began a three way love affair. I
loved my girlfriend deeply but I also had a strong bonding to this other woman.
My girlfriend felt the same way too. We just gave each other what we needed.

We continued the affair for several months. Sometimes we would have intense
three way sex, sometimes my girlfriend and her would make love by themselves as
I slept, and other times I would just make love to the other woman as my
girlfriend slept. They were two very different women and I liked pleasing them
both. I don’t know how her boyfriend never found out. We almost got caught a
few times.

We even got a little kinky sometimes, tying each other to the bed and
sexually torture each other with vibrators, ice cubes, honey, etc.

Eventually the neighbor moved away. We kept in touch. My girlfriend and I
broke up about a year later. Career choice problems. She went to one end of the
country and I ended up in Phoenix.

Even though the other woman, my ex-girlfriend and I are involved in new
relationships with other people we get together about twice a year (if the 3 of
us are in the same city at that time), rent a motel room, and the three of us
fuck our brains out. The magic is still there. We just click together.

I’ve been involved in other Three-Ways but none were as good as my
girlfriend and my ex-neighbor. Those two women know how to light my fire. And I
know their hot buttons.

Well, something came up at the last minute, and Bob couldn’t make it that
weekend, having to cancel at the last minute. I kidded with him on the
phone asking him if he had met another girl. (He had a girlfriend up
there already, but I didn’t know that at the time). So, with nothing
better to do, a couple of us hit Flanagan’s again. We met some folks
there that said there was a good party in the UD “ghetto” (off campus
private housing to you folks that don’t know the area). So, around 9
that night, we meandered over to a house where a party was in full swing.
I talked, danced a little, drank some beers. I wandered around the house
and found a poker game going on with about ten people, girls and guys,
in one room. Someone in this house was obviously a serious poker player
because they had a regular table and they were all playing for money.
I watched for a while until one guy quit and they asked me if I wanted in.
I’ve always loved poker and was pretty good having been taught by my
older brothers, but by the looks of the table, the stakes were pretty
high and I only had ten dollars on me. I said, no, too rich for me,
I only have ten dollars. They said the stakes weren’t high, it just
looked like a lot of money because there were so many players. So,
I bought in with my ten dollars and promptly went on a winning streak,
at one point being up by about a hundred dollars. By that point, it was
about 1 am and the party downstairs had ended and the game dwindled down
to me and three guys who were determined not to let a girl beat them.
I knew I should have quit because I was getting tired, but part of
me wanted to wipe these guys out. My luck turned, though, and pretty
soon I was down to about two bucks. I lost that and announced I was
quitting and going home (my friends had left hours before, appalled at
my poker playing). One of the guys, Jim, looked at me and said “Hmm,
not a true gambler quitting like that”. I said, “well, I’m broke, you
guys won”. Jim asked me if I’d be willing to put up a piece of clothing
as collateral, if so, I could stay in the next hand. He said, anything
would do and I wouldn’t have to give it up unless I lost. I was wearing
shoes, socks, jeans, panties, bra, blouse and a sweater over the blouse,
so I thought “I have enough clothes to win a hand or two without having
to show anything”. I agreed and the shoes became collateral. I lost
those, and put up the socks as collateral the next time, also losing.
The third hand I used the sweater and won, and I was happily back in
the money. I won a few more hands but was soon broke again and decided
to try one more hand with the sweater. I lost, drawing nothing better
than a pair of fours. At that point, I decided to quit, but the guys had
one last proposition for me. Jim (obviously the bold one) looked at me
and said “Are you willing to put it all on the line?” I said, “what?”
He said “will you put all your clothes on the line against the whole pot
of money?” The pot was big, about $250, so it was tempting. There was
a bit of an argument among the three of them, but they finally agreed.
Jim said, “it’s been a long night, and we’d like to end it by having
you up on the table dancing and stripping for us”. I said, “Yeah, I bet
you would like that”. I thought about it, and finally said, “I’ll bet
but on these terms: I’m outnumbered, so one hand isn’t fair. We play
three hands. If I win one of them, I get the money. If I lose, we’ll
close the drapes, I’ll get up on the table and do the best strip-show
you’ve ever seen”. They quickly agreed and we started to play. I lost
the first hand and starting wondering if this had been a smart idea and
if the beer had gotten the better of me. We played the second hand, I
got 2 pair and felt confident but one guy had two pair also,king high.
Another lost hand. I was visibly nervous at this point, knowing it
was all coming down to one hand. The guys were being nice though,
although they couldn’t help but smile. The last hand was being dealt
while I was thinking “geez, in a few minutes I might be naked in front
of three guys”. I chuckled nervously inside thinking that at least they
were good looking guys. I looked down at my hand and saw two eights
and a Jack and a five and a seven. I kept the eights and drew three.
The draw was three fours…I had a full house…I was going to win!
Two guys had nothing and Jim was grinning. He asked what I had and
I showed the full house, smiling. He looked and said “Yes!” and put
his hand down. I looked down at four tens and realized I had lost.
At that point, I didn’t move. One guy put the top on the table while
the other shut the curtains and put some music on. Jim came up behind
me and whispered “It’ll be all right, Kathy. Show us what you’ve got.
This will be our secret.” He kissed me on the cheek and patted my ass and
sat down with the other two guys in front of the table. I was nervous,
but determined not to let it show. I thought “Well Kathy, you put your
ass on the line and now it’s time to pay the bet”. I climbed up on the
table thinking “All right, here goes…I’m going to do one damn good
strip for these guys”. I started dancing and swaying to the music and
after a minute or so started unbuttoning my blouse. As it fell open,
I swayed and jumped a bit letting them see my bra jiggle. I turned my
back toward them and let the blouse fall, turning around and continuing
to dance. I danced some more and then undid my jeans, sliding them down
around my hips and finally dropping them and kicking them off the table.
I danced around in my bra and panties, wishing I had worn my black or red
set..haha..if I only knew I would be stripping! The guys knew it was
payoff time and were fixed on me as I danced. I reached around, undid
the bra but held it up in front, letting the straps fall down my arms.
I suddenly realized that I was starting to enjoy this a little myself.
Something inside me said “DO IT! SHOW ‘EM YOUR TITS! MAKE THEM CRAZY”.
I did, I dropped the bra, danced, swayed and jumped, shaking my breasts
in front of them. I dropped down to my knees, got on all fours and
pulled my panties down in the back. I got back up, danced some more,
then went down on my back, lifted my legs, and pulled the panties off
and tossed them. I spread my legs, giving them a full view and then got
back up and danced. I faced away from them, bent over and gave them a
rear view and ran my finger across the lips. The embarrassment was gone
as I realized that I really was turned on… I went back on my back,
did one more leg spread for them and then stopped and laid on the table.
The guys applauded wildly… I thought “my first strip got rave reviews”.
I looked up and noticed that Jim was standing right next to the table
looking down at me. He said “You were great, Kathy. You have one hell of
a body and you do know how to shake your ass”. I looked up and managed
a smile, too tired to say anything. Jim had other plans though…he
quickly inserted two fingers in my pussy and said “Hmm, seems like you
enjoyed the strip too. Looks like Kathy likes being naked in front of
us”. He started pushing his fingers in and out and I protested saying
“I didn’t agree to this”. He said, “I know, but it doesn’t seem like
you mind too much. I think you’re turned on by being naked in front of
three horny guys”. He kept fingering me and I was getting wetter but I
didn’t stop him. After a minute, I suddenly realized that I WAS turned
on and I was bucking against his hand which he had stopped moving.
Our eyes met, and I knew I had been caught. I said, “I’m turned on,
very turned on”. He laughed and said, “I think we all are” and pulled
me up and kissed me while finger fucking me. We stopped kissing and I
said “Am I going to be gang-banged?” He said, “Is that what you want?”
I said, “yes”. Jim said, “then just ask, all you’ve gotta do is ask”.
I managed to squeak out “I want to take you all on”. I had pretty much
lost control to my desires at that point and said I wanted to blow Jim
in front of his friends. He didn’t put up any argument. I knelt down,
feeling incredibly horny that I was going to blow a guy in front of
two others and sucked Jim off while the other guys watched wide-eyed.
After I finished, I was picked up by the guys and carried to a bedroom
where they took turns eating me and fucking me and letting me suck them.
Ron, a stocky blond who had been the quietest, turned out to be the
stud of the bunch–he balled me three times that night–once from behind
while I was down on all fours blowing Jim for the second time. By 8 am,
I had spent most of the night with my legs in the air and was worn out
but happy. We did the three on one thing several more times that year
until they all graduated in May. I never heard that the story got out,
probably because they had steady girlfriends and Jim was getting married
in June. I didn’t do any more group sex during my remaining three
years in college, mainly because the opportunity never seemed to arise.
Although I had become a seasoned pro at it over the year, I wasn’t quite
ready to initiate it.

I lost track of those guys after the end of my freshman year, but toward
the end of my junior year, I got a call from Jim, who wanted to get
together for lunch. I was a bit leery about that because of our past
together and the fact that I knew he was now married. He seemed to
sense my uneasiness about meeting and said that it wasn’t a “date” but
really a business meeting as he wanted to talk to me about my working
at the company he was with. I agreed to meet him the next day at a
local restaurant.

When I got to the restaurant, he was there waiting at the front door.
“He really does look good”, I thought. He was tanned and obviously
working out regularly. He hugged me a gave me a peck on the cheek and
said I was looking great. I pushed aside the feelings that brought
back, reminding myself that was a long time ago. We were seated and
ordered lunch and talked some about old times, friends, his wife, etc.
He ordered me a “Long Island Iced Tea”, a drink which I had never had.
I drank that down quickly because it didn’t taste strong and ordered
another. About halfway through that, I realized I was a little buzzed.
Jim started talking about his work, saying that he was in sales and was
currently bidding on a large contract with an out of state company and
the deal was between his company and one other. He said he had invited
the guy who was going to make the final decision to see the offices and
facilities. I said, “Oh, sounds interesting, but where do I fit in to
all this?” He said that he’d be meeting with the guy all day but would
like for someone to take him to dinner and show him the town that evening.
He said that he would rather someone pretty take him out rather than
doing it himself. I said, “Oh this is some kind of blind date? You know,
I’ve got a steady boyfriend now and don’t date…especially blind dates”.
“Well”, he said, “I rather it not look like a date, anyway. I’d like you
to pose as my secretary. I want to set up dinner and then back out at
the last minute and pretend to ask you to sub for me.” I thought about
it and said, “I don’t know, not really my style”. He said “this is a
great deal for you. All you need to do is come to the office in the
afternoon and act like you are working while he is around and then meet
him for dinner and dancing. Buy a nice dinner dress and the company
will pay for it. The whole evening is on the company tab and you get
paid $500.00.” Finally, it hit me…”Jim”, I said, “You want me to ball
him, don’t you?” I was incredulous.

I had done a lot of crazy stuff but had never gotten paid for it.
He looked a little embarrassed, but said “I need to pull out all the
stops on this deal, Kathy. This might just be the edge. I need someone
that I can count on”. He moved closer and put his hand on my knee and
looked at me and said “I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but you’re
damn good in bed. If anyone deserves to get paid for it, it’s you.”
I actually blushed at that, not sure though if I was being complimented.
The waitress came back and he ordered me another drink before I could say
no. After a minute or so, I gulped the drink and finally said “Jim, you
of all people know I love sex but, geez, this is like turning a trick.”
He grinned and said, “Exciting thought, though, isn’t it”. He said “don’t
answer yet, just think about it.” We talked some more and the waitress
brought the check. I was starting to notice that Jim was doing a lot
of looking at my chest and thought “I wonder if he is going to try to
make me”. He paid the check and said “Let’s drive around and talk a bit.”
I said okay and we went off in his car. He said that he thought about me
a lot and missed the days of our group sessions, saying it was the best
sex he had ever had. We had driven out by the Dayton Mall and he pulled
into the lot and parked. He looked at me and said that he wasn’t planning
on coming on to me but that seeing me again had turned him on. He took
my hand and put it on his pants and I could tell he wasn’t kidding.
I shouldn’t have, but I gave him a little squeeze through his pants.
He put his arm around me and pulled me closer and starting kissing me.
I responded, not being sure if I was excited because of the drinks,
Jim, or the fact that someone’s husband wanted me. He unbuttoned a
button on my blouse and slid a hand inside and into my bra. He said,
“it’s been a long time since I felt them”. He then slid his hand up my
leg and started pressing my pussy against my pantyhose. We kissed and
I suggested a motel. We went to a motel and quickly got into bed and
went at it like old times. When it was over, we laid there and cuddled.
I kissed him and said “Jim, I’ll do it. I’ll be the company whore.”
He said “are you sure? I didn’t mean to pressure you.” I grinned and
said, “Jim, I want the job. I’m applying for it. Hire me.” He laughed
and said “the job is yours.”

Well, I went through with it. The guy was about thirty, pretty average,
not bad in bed, although I wore him out. And getting paid for it was a
turn on, I must admit, although I never did that again and don’t recommend
it these days. Jim got the contract and eventually moved out of town.
I still get Christmas cards.

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I flashed him a sheepish look. He nodded and said loudly “I’m
off. I should be back around midnight” so that they could hear
him in the bedroom, then left.

I went back to twitching in the living room. I am still not
comfortable looking him in the eyes. I know that I was the one to
insist that she tell him, but I never expected him to accept it.
Especially not as openly as this.

It’s my birthday. Two married women are “getting ready” in the
bedroom. Both husbands know, and neither one wants to kill me.
Yet. I still think of myself as sexually deprived. At 32 (no! 33
now) these are the third and fourth women I’ve ever been to bed
with. If you’re involved with two women, then a threesome is the
obvious step. Isn’t it? It seemed so when she suggested it.

I guess this means that the big fight I had with “B” a month ago
is behind us now. I haven’t been with her since then. Until she
proposed this birthday gift for me. My other lover was fascinated
by the idea, and by the timing. I just twitch.

“OK, you can go in now.” I look at them. They’re wearing exactly
what they were wearing twenty minutes ago when they went in there.
The room is identical to what it looked like twenty minutes ago.
Who knows what “getting ready” requires in a woman. Or in two
women. When I get anxious, I often hide in getting analytical. It
drives some of my friends nuts.

“Go ahead, take your clothes off and lie down. We’ll be with you
in a second.” From “B”. It sounds like the kind of thing “L”
usually says. She knows that I’m a very direct person, more into
action than symbology. Pure Taurus. B knows that too, but never
used to express it quite like that. I knew that they’d compare
notes when I introduced them to each other.

OK, OK, I know. I’m twitching again. This seemed like a good
idea on the phone. But… Deep breath. OK. Shirt off. Socks.
I leave the jeans. You’ll see why inna sec.

“Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday Greg Studly
Happy Birthday to you!”

A muffin with a sparkler for a candle. I moisten my fingers and
squeeze out the flame. Nope. Would’a been a nice macho move if
it had worked. sigh. The muffins go on a side table. “for
later”. (?) This is my thirtythird birthday. So how come I feel
like a fifteen year old.

“How come you’re still dressed?” (B)
“Both of you are still dressed…”
“You have to undress us” (B)
“Ditto. I know how L likes these…”

The traditional annoyance crosses her face. L has hated my
buttonfly jeans ever since we’ve been going out. 4 months now. I
got them because a discussion on a computer net said women loved
them. Maybe not, but they’re still a great tease. Well, they’re
gone now.

I embrace B, start kissing her deeply and reach up the back of her
shirt for the bra hooks. I am proud that I can unhook them
one-handed, even with my little experience. Nope. She’s wearing
the front-hook ones today. Sigh. So much for suave and
sophisticated. I break the clinch, and reach up the front. She
lifts the shirt out of the way. I unhook one of the five or six
that are there and stop. A hand on my inner thigh. I look down.
L is already naked and caressing my legs. She’s staying away from
my action zone, I guess until she knows I’m paying attention.I
look back at B. Didn’t I… Right. I undo the rest of the bra
and reach for a breast. L’s hands appear out of nowhere and “deal
with” the bra somehow. I look down. The rest of B’s clothing is
gone somehow. L, I guess.

“OK, everyone onto the bed” (L)
“Do I have to?” (grinning)

“If you don’t, we’ll start without you.” A believable threat.
They’re both happily bi, though B didn’t realize it until I
introduced her to L. One of the REASONS I introduced her to L.
Oops. Getting analytical again. Instead of… They’re
waiting… They’re lying there naked with exactly the right
amount of space between them.

I crawl in between them, lie on my back and put an arm under each.
Kiss L. Kiss B. Now what do I do with my hands? All I can reach
are backs and asses. I can’t even reach either head without
breaking an arm off. So I play with backs. And with assflesh.
And play tongue sushi. For too long. Now what. Do I make a
move, or does one of them. Finally, L heads “down”. She kisses
it, and moves on to kissing B where it counts. She keeps one hand
moving slowly on me and uses the other with B. I’ve finally got a
hand free, and reach for B’s breast. Her nipples come up like
magic. I alternate between sucking a nipple and more tongue
sushi. I’ve finally got my right hand freed and am playing with
an ear.

I look down. I see L’s hand on my cock, moving slowly, and a some
of the rest of her. The breast that I can see has an intensely
erected nipple. I WANNA SEE WHAT SHE’S DOING. I can’t. I return
to B’s breasts.

“Is she ready down there?”
“(mumble murph) She ready.”

I roll back onto my back. B rolls onto me. L makes some
adjustments then fits us together. B starts moving. I make the
appropriate counter-moves. Where is L? Must be watching. I
don’t see her at all. Yes. She’s sitting on my ankles. I, um.
Right. I rapidly hit my traditional barely-sub-orgasmic plateau
and stayed there. And stayed there. Drives the women mad. Or so
they tell me. I’m not too aware of the next ten minutes. L is
watching us from “below”, occasionally touching here, and there.
I ride on the very edge of ‘gasm while B comes up to the edge, to
it and over. I suppress my response to her ‘gasm. I’m back into
awareness and need my reserves for the next part.

B disengages, moves up a few inches, and lies on me. I’m enough
taller that she can kiss me and leave my action zone free for L.
Who has it. I’m into her mouth, and back to my sub-O’bital
plateau again in an instant. B has my mouth in full action, and
is playing with my chest. Time passes, but I don’t notice. I’m
HERE, wherever here is. And I come. Loudly, and copiously.

“Awright!” (B). B rolls off of me to watch L’s conclusion. L
swallows a couple of times, polishes me off and moves up to kiss
me. “I guess I got something for your birthday, too!” I’m
sensitive about oral sex and they’ve been trying to get me to come
that way for 4 months now. L is fascinated by cum and never gets
enough.

L has kept a hand on me while we kiss. She won’t let me go soft.
It’s her turn next. Suddenly I’m in her and she’s sitting on me.
Little chunks of time seem to vanish here and there. She’s
kissing B and moving on me. I move B onto my face. More time
lost. I experience it, but I’m not doing too well at filing it
into memories.

I have two hands up. One on a B cup breast, and the other on a
firmer C . Somewhere above that there’s kissing and facework.
But I can’t see it. I’m a visual person. Cunnilingus is fun, but
I can’t see a damn thing. And it’s MY party, isn’t it? I mumble
something moistly and try to clear my head from under B. It
doesn’t work. We get a moment of mass confusion where everything
stops while they try to figure out what I want. Oops!

We settle again. L is still riding me enthusiastically, and I
have a couple of my right fingers inside B. My left hand mingles
with L’s on B’s breasts. B’s hands are on L’s breasts and
somewhere above that, tongue sushi continues.

After only about a minute of this, I reach my plateau, and this
time, move beyond it into explosion almost immediately. L comes
with me and the group collapses into a pile of sweating, panting
bodies.

Rest break. I look at the clock. 11:20. An hour and 15 minutes
of action. . More or less. I smile. Three or four minutes
pass, until everyone is breathing normally.

L reaches over to the night table and hands out the cupcakes. The
one that had my candle on it and two others. She and B start
feeding each other little nibbles, and fingersmears of icing.
Like in the movies. One’s on each side of me as I lie there,
looking up at them sharing a mouthful of cupcake.

As they finish, I reach up to offer more cupcake, mine, just as B
moves to reach for something. I smear icing over the back of her
elbow. I sit up to lick it off.

SPARKS! Huh? Who would put an erogenous zone on the back of the
arm up from the elbow? I try again. Yup. It’s there. I say
something in my normal pseudo-sarcasm. L tries the other elbow.
B collapses across me, with smiles.

L pulls my hand to her breast, and moves in for more deep kissing.
L is a kiss person. B’s hand is on me again. I’m UP! Already /
again?

I break with L and crawl onto B. Into. Hmmmm… Sure I’m up,
but I don’t have the energy anymore to DO anything with it. I
start to fade. L grabs machinery from B’s toy drawer and moves
in. I pull out and lie beside B, sucking one nipple and playing
with the other breast. L is working her up from below. I reach
down and feel the dildo moving in, twist, and out. L flashes me a
grin. Time passes. I leave L to manage B’s needs and veg in a
fog of pleasant feelings. Eventually B is done. I move over
between them again and veg out again.

Time passes. 12:15. I ask “When did [he] say he’d be back?” I
thought that he was returning about midnight. L says “two”. B
just lays there smiling.

The door. Keys. Well, I guess he didn’t say “Two o’clock”. Deep
down somewhere inside, I try to worry. Guys have been shot for
less. Don’t have the energy to worry. B grabs a bathrobe and
goes to meet him. She shuts the bedroom door on her way out. “No
hurry. Relax.”

Relax? Me? I sit up. Nope. I sit up. I’m still lying there.
OK, I concentrate. I sit up. Successfully. I ask L whether my
clothes were on her side of the bed, or out in the living room.
Nope. What comes out is “My, um, y’know? Did …”. She is
laughing almost hysterically. I try again. “It’s … not … Um,
ah,… FUNNY!”. I’m a speech oriented person. It’s embarrasing
whenever this happens. They both always find it funny. I have no
problems arranging the sentences in my head. They just don’t work
when I speak them.

I summon “the engineer”. One of my alternate personae. “he”
doesn’t really participate in sex, other than to critique
technique or to post-analyze things. And “he” can speak
afterwards.

I gather my clothes and dress. Eventually. L continues to watch
my efforts hysterically.

I come out to the living room, trailing L. B’s hubby is there.
He tells me that he fixed the door on my car, more or less. He
tells me that my brakes need adjusting. He tells me that I need a
new gas-line filter.

I mumble something at him, bow deeply at B, and leave, taking L
with me. It’s over. I’m now officially thirty-three. Or a
teenager. Take your pick. I feel like the latter.

Before I could respond she stepped forward and placed my neck
between her calves. All she seemed to do was to raise up on
her toes and the pain started immediately. She lowered
herself back down and began doing toe raises; with each flex
of her calves my neck seemed to get weaker and weaker. After
about 50 toe raises she stayed on her toes and began to shake
her hips from side to side. This not only increased the
pressure on my neck; but watching her boobs swing and her
laughter had me feeling dizzy.

Sitting in my backyard, drinking a cold beer the door bell rings, Getting
up, I answer it only to find a shimmering blond with startling green eyes,
standing in my doorway. I feel a rise in my pants! “Is the lady of the
house in she says sweetly”, “No but what can I do for you” I reply back. My
name is Fawn, I’m the new Avon Lady, I just wanted to introduce myself”.

“She has gone to the store I reply,”….. I lied actually she is working.
“You know though, I have been thinking about getting her a little present,
could you show me something?”….. (I’m hoping she shows me her little
present). “Oh yes, I have some wonderful jewelry, and some magnificent
fragrances” she says. With a sheepish grin I reply “Come on in, show me
what you have to offer.”…..I know what i’d like to take.
She enters the room, wearing a tight blue mini skirt, It is obvious she is
has something on her mind other than selling Avon. “Have a seat, can I get
you a drink” I query her. “Sure, what do you have, she asks” I reply “Cold
beer, I could fix you a Kaluha shake, or light wine.” “If its not too much
work, I’d love a Kaluha shake.” “You got it I hurriedly respond.”…..
Hoping to lighter her head so I can lighten her clothing my member jumps
again. Having fixed the shakes and sitting next to her she begins to show
me her wares,…… Avon ware is not what I’m interested in. “Look at this
lovely heart necklace, she says”. I reply, “Lets put it around your neck so
I can see how it looks. She responds by pulling back her flowing blond
hair. I wrap my arms around her soft neck as I button the clasp with one
hand and unbutton her blouse with the other. “I thought you would never
take the hint she says softly.” Her mouth finds my lips and we kiss
pationately. Our tongues intertwine and our hands are groping for one
another. As I Feel her soft mellons of flesh with the pert little nipples
through her blouse she whimpers, “please fuck me, I been wanting you since
I saw you move in last month. “Not until I have thoroughly eaten your
soaking wet pussy I reply”. “Then eat me, now, I can’t stand it”. I run my
hand along her inner thigh and ever so lightly brush her bush. She quirms!
“Stand up so I can remove your clothes” she obeys “What about your wife?”
she beckons. “I lied, she is working”. Her eyes seem to gaze and a small
smirk emerges…I think nothing of this and slide her ass down to the
carpet and spread her creamy thighs, She is wearing a lacey blue garter
belt and no panties. I am elated she is a natural blond. My tongue dives
into her satiny love canal, darting first to her opening and then back to
her buzz button. She is panting and moaning as I use my tongue to lick the
entire length of her steaming honey pot and the boiling juices begin to
flow from her. Her eyes roll back into her head and she screams in
ecstacy, I continue to tongue lash that silky slit and she continues to
come again and again. Finally she is spent, fully satisfied, it is my
turn. She pushes me back against the wall, engulfs my engorged rock hard
cock in one felt swoop. She begins to suck and bob up and down as I start
to feel the building explosion that is inside of me. Before I shoot a
whole in the back of her head, I grab her, impale her on the top of my
immense 10″ and drive it all the way home. She is uncontrollable, her
slurping pussy is going from side to side and up and down, she is coming
again. Suddenly I feel the excruciating feeling and burning sensation I
have felt so many times before and I erupt into that carnal canal
overflowing it like a winter filled reservoir. She collapses, spent,
thoroughly satiated, satisfied and content. But wait the door opens and
there stands my wife.

“What the hell is going on here” she says. I have no answer, I just lie
there. Fawn is the first to speak, Cindy, “How are you” she exclaims. i
think to myself, “Is this girl nuts, my wife has just caught us fucking and
she is asking “How are you”. “Fine, Fawn darling, did you enjoy my little
surprise?” she blurts to me. I am confused…. “Did you plan this whole
thing I exclaim”? “Yes, but its not over yet, Its my turn now!” Could it
be my adorable wife has the hots for another woman? Within a flash, she is
out of her clothes, and embracing Fawn lovingly. “God you were right,
Cindy, he can eat pussy.” “So can I” says my wife. Lets retire to the
waterbed and see just how good you are Cindy” fawn remarks. Pick her up
and carry her to the bedroom honey, I don’t want your sweet cream to run
out of her until I’ve had a chance to taste hers mixed with it”. …… And
I thought the earlier romp was heaven!
Lying with Fawn on my right side, and Cindy poised between her legs licking
and swallowing the juices dribbling out of her still steamy pussy Fawn
begins to stick her hot tongue in my ear. I am starting to rise to the
occasion again. Sensing this, Fawn scotches down on the bed so she can lick
at my manhood. “Lie on top of him with that flaming blond cunt positioned
just above his cock so I can lick you both at the same time” Cindy demands.
Having moved into this position, I can feel the steam emanating from Fawn’s
canal of pleasure as Cindy nibbles at my now rock hard prong. Suddenly she
takes it and puts it at the mouth of Fawn’s pleasure palace and inserts it
about 2″. Pulling on Fawns ass and legs she slides my cock back and forth
gazing at the glans as it repeatedly appears and disappears down into the
depths of her honey pot……. Fawn’s eyes roll to the back of her head in
ecstasy. Fawn is now sitting up on my steel hard member and jumping up
down as a kid on a pogo stick. I am eating Cindy’s glistening steamy
tunnel of ecstasy as both of them are starting to climax together. My
prick is starting to ache and its pounding against Fawn’s G spot, she is
going berserk! Cindy and Fawn trade places and as they simultaneously
lower their dripping pussy’s down on me, the juices trickle out covering my
phallus and my mouth at the same time. Licking and sucking and gobbling
Fawn’s pussy as my wife is impaling herself on my now cast iron hardon, we
explode in unison, Cindy, me, and then Fawn. The air is filled with moist
pungent scent of two freshly fucked cunts and one thoroughly exhausted
prick.

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I saw her wink at him as she raised her arm up and flexed her
bicep for him. ” Pretty strong arms for a girl, huh punk ? In
fact these are strong for anybody. Bet you wish you had
muscles as hard, strong and well developed as these. Now are
you ready to ask me to finish you off, or do you want to
‘dance’ with me some more ? ” This time he asked her to
please finish him off with her long, beautiful legs. The
girls went wild as she stuffed his head in between her thighs
in a standing head scissors. As she slowly increased the
pressure and stood up on her toes he started thrashing around
like a fish out of water. Jane was laughing and teasing him,
” Gee, I’m not really squeezing yet and you are acting like
I’m going to break your scrawny neck. Let’s hear you say,
‘Jane, I can’t take anymore. You are too strong for me.
Please knock me out now’. ”

All of the pledges were brought into the dining room; we
noticed that all of the tables and chairs had been moved to
one side and stacked out of the way. The active brother of
the fraternity who was in charge of the pledges walked into
the room followed by 12 of the best looking women in the Tri-
Delt sorority, all dressed in sweat suites. He then told us
that the girls were going to pick out a pledge and that
pledge and the Tri-Delt would wrestle. The rules were simple:
submission or knock out only would stop the match, and if it
were submission, both had to agree to the submission.