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sometimes called MADHURI by my father and a few
other friends. Not because I look like her, but more because I have a sweet
innocent look, so I'm told......If they only knew......... Born in India, raised
in America. Traditional values and goals. I'm 24 years old, black hair to my
shoulders with long, loose curls, which I sometimes wear up or tied back. I'm
5'6" tall and weight 126 lbs. I am, I've been told, very attractive. I have done
some modeling for cosmetics and swim suits. I measure 34D-21-34. My breasts are
very firm and nicely shaped and appear very large on my small frame, and I
rarely wear a bra. My nipples are almost always hard and protrude way out when I
get excited. I have nicely shaped, long, thin legs, that I love to show off, a
nice flat tummy, and a tight round bum. Although it may not sound it, I am
really quit shy. This anonymity thing allows exposing and saying things that
would normally be only in my thoughts....and its fun and very exciting...
SEXUALLY exciting!!! And now just thinking about who may read this, I can feel
my nipples starting to get hard. I'm in school today so I am wearing a bra, a
pink, lacy, demi-bra which doesn't do much except look good and feel good but it
doesn't hold my nipples back they seem to pop right over the low cut of the bra
and rub on my blouse. I'm wearing a pink silk blouse that just seems to cling to
my nipples, a black pleated skirt just above my knees, nude stockings and black
heels. Oh ya, and tiny, little, pink, lacy panties. Well I can't continue right
now, I'm getting too excited.
I'm home now, or I should say, in my apartment. It's a rainy dismal Friday in
Boston and I have no plans. Frankly, now that I've started this I can't wait to
get back to it. But, first off with my clothes, bra, and panties.....Back in a
minute! Oh that feels much better. I'm wearing a gray cut off sweatshirt that
just hangs from my tits and exposes my tummy and silky men's boxer shorts, kind
of blue paisley. I love these boxer shorts. They're very comfortable and loose
so I can get at everything. OK. I've tied my hair up, and put on my glasses and
I'm ready to get on. I grew up in a small well to do community south of Boston.
A mother, father and a brother named Acbar, and I still live there when I'm not
at school. My brother is 3 years older than me. It was with my brother that I
had my first sexual experience...sort of. I was 18 years old, it was a summer
day around the pool and my parents had some friends over, which include a couple
of teenage girls. The girls had gone into the cabana to change and I was looking
for some water toy or something and went behind the cabana. There, standing on a
lawn chair was my brother Acbar. At first I wasn't sure what I was seeing, so I
hid behind a shrub and watched. Acbar was standing on the chair looking in the
little window of the dressing room. I could hear the girls inside and it only
took a minute to figure out what he was doing. As I continued to watch I could
see more going on than just peeking in the window. Acbar had his bathing suit
on, he had pulled the leg aside and was playing with his little prick. I say
little now, but I was 8 and he was 13 and at that time it didn't look little to
me. As I continued to watch I felt a kind of tingling all over. I could see his
prick was kind of stiff and sticking out. He was holding it with his thumb and
fingers and pumping away. Well, I had never seen a prick before, and certainly
never one doing this. I couldn't move, or didn't want to. The tingling felt so
good I didn't want to move for fear it would stop. That was the first time my
nipples got hard and they haven't gone down since. Though I didn't know what was
happening, I did know that I liked the feeling very much. I could hear the girls
coming out of the cabana now and I ran back to the pool. All day long , as we
played around the pool I kept watching my brother. I began seeing things I never
noticed before. Sometimes when he would come out of the pool his bathing suit
would be sticking out in the front. Probably playing with it under water I
thought, and when he sat on the edge of the pool I made sure I was in the water
positioned just right so I could see up the leg of his suit....and there it was,
his little prick. Well, I just kept doing this all day, because, when ever I saw
it I got that tingling feeling, and I liked that a lot. Later that day I told
Acbar that I saw him behind the cabana and I was going to tell mom. He said, "
If you don't tell I'll let you touch it," and ran off. Now, I meant that I was
going to tell mom about spying on the girls. It took me a while but when I
figured out what he meant, it sounded pretty good. That night, around nine, I
went to Acbars room, flung the door open, walked right in and said, " Here I
am." His reaction, of course, was....what do YOU want?, get out of here!, beat
it you little creep!!, etc., etc. After I reminded him of his promise and with
the help of a few threats, we got down to business. "O.K.MAMTA, but if you say
anything to anyone you've had it." He still had on his bathing suit and was
lying down, after some coaxing he stood up, slipped it off and sat down beside
me on the bed. " O.K.MAMTA there it is. Go a head and touch it if you dare."
Well, I wasn't about to tell anyone. I mean, look what I was about to do, and it
was my idea. Yes in deed there it was. It didn't look quite the same as it did
behind the cabana, but it was a lot closer now and it was mine.....sort of. And
there we were, the two of us, just there sitting on the edge of Acbars bed in
silence starring a his little prick. I reached out and touched the end with my
finger, nothing. So I picked it up between my thumb and finger and started, ever
so slowly, moving up and down. It only took a few strokes and things started to
change fast. The little prick was now a big prick. ( all things taken into
consideration) This was incredible. I don't think Acbar even knew it could get
this big. Well, I kept going at it, now with my whole hand wrapped around it and
a little faster. It felt soooo good, my tingling was back and my tiny little
nipples were hard as pencil erasers. I had one hand a Acbar's right thigh, my
right hand pumping away at this incredible toy that Acbar gave me play with, and
still starring at it in disbelieve.......it felt soooooooo good. I could feel
Acbars hips start to move and I looked up and Acbar had laid back on the bed and
was making moaning noises. Well, I thought I had hurt him or something was
really wrong, and I stopped. " Oh my god, are you alright ?" I asked Acbar. In a
very moany voice he replied "Yes, yes please keep going. It never felt like this
before. It feels good, I like it." Well I liked it too, and he didn't have to
ask twice. Now I was getting into it. But, something had changed. Now I was in
control. What I was doing to Acbar gave me, not only this great tingling, but a
sense of power that I never new existed. I began to experiment. I would go
slower and then faster. Each motion would get a reaction from Acbar. I could get
him to make different sounds, and twitch, and move his hips just by squeezing or
pumping his prick a different way. Up and down, faster, slower, squeeze and
pump, over the top, just on the end, full strokes, up, down, up ,down, up, down.
I was bouncing up and down on the bed with the rhythm, and I felt incredible.
How long could this last ? All of a sudden the thing squirted a stream about a
foot in the air, Acbar let out a loud AHHHHHHHHH, and I jumped off the bed and
just stood there looking at Acbar with my mouth open in total amazement. Acbar
was still OOOOing, and his prick was still squirting. I didn't know what
happened. I knew it wasn't pee, because I had it on my hand and it was white and
sticky. However, I did feel that what ever just happened, I made it happen and
it made Acbar feel real good, and I felt GREAT. As soon as I could move I ran to
my room. Well, I thought about this a lot, and I liked it! The next day Acbar
explained to me what happened, I guess as good as a 13 year old could. " Cum ? "
I said. He said that he had never done that before and he was very surprised,
but it felt sensational. It didn't take long, and I not sure who talked who into
it, and we were doing it again. We continued to do it for a long time. It gave
me an incredible feeling all over my little body that I loved and I was in
control and needless to say, Acbar loved it. It was our little secret......so I
thought.
I would give Acbar a hand job when ever he,( , wanted, and I was getting real
good at it. After almost a year, Acbar asked me to do it to one of his friends.
It didn't take much coaxing and the excitement of holding another boys prick was
overwhelming. It became an exclusive little club. Me, Acbar, and three of his
friends. I would jerk them off anytime they wanted, and I would get rides to the
mall, to school, or just about anything a 10, 11, or 12 year old girl could
wanted they were always nice to me. Even small amounts of money, sometimes. I
would have played with them for nothing, I guess they must have felt guilty or
they just didn't realize how much I loved it. It was always handjobs. No
fucking, sucking, or titty touching. I never even thought about those things.
All I wanted was to take their pricks out, make them big and stiff, and watch
them cum off. That was all I needed.....I thought. There was one boy that I
liked better than the others. He was the youngest, 15, and had a much larger and
thicker cock than the others and I liked playing with his the best. I used two
hands on him and it took a long time to make him cum and I liked that a lot. He
treated me different too. He would talk to me while I was playing with his big
very hard prick, tell me how good it felt and how good I made him feel. He would
tell me when it was going to cum and I would pump it a little faster and aim it
away from my face, which seemed to ba a favorite target of the other boys, and
he would give me a little kiss on my check when he left. So the day Brian showed
up all alone and said lets go to the tree house I didn't hesitate. It was an
early Fall day and the other boys had stayed at school for football practice.
They had built a tree house in the woods behind our house a few years ago, and
this is where most of our fun took place, but I had never been there with just
one boy before. I knew what going to the tree house meant, I had been going
there for almost 4 years, and going there alone with Brian was very exciting, I
could already feel my body tingling. I was now thirteen and developing fast. I
had long grown out of training bras and had worked my way up to a whopping 32B,
and on my small 86lb. body, those little suckers looked good. I was still in my
school uniform; a grey pleated skirt very short, navy blue sweater,(no blouse
today), white knee sox, and black flats, and just like now, I rarely wore a bra.
My tits have always been very firm and perfectly shaped and it always felt good
when my nipples rubbed against my clothes, they're are very sensitive. I never
wore a skirt except to school and this is the first time I had to climb the tree
house ladder in one. " Go ahead up." Brian said. " I'm right behind you." Half
way up I stopped and looked down just in time to catch Brian, who was still on
the ground, looking right up my skirt. Well, this was a first. I'm not sure what
I thought but I felt a shiver go through me, but I didn't do anything to keep
him from looking. When we got inside we sat cross legged on the floor facing
each other and I could see that Brian's prick was already hard and thought it
must have happened when he looked up my skirt,and I got another little shiver.
Other times it wouldn't get stiff until I started playing with it. Pricks were
one of my favorite things and I had learned a lot about them in the last 4
years. I knew when a boy had a hard on, and Brians was already to go...I thought
to myself. After some conversation Brian told me that he wanted to see my tits.
Well, this was a new twist, and it was O K, but I always got what I wanted when
the boys wanted something, and I wanted Brian's prick. I wanted to see it pop
out of his pants already stiff and thick and hard. We were sitting on the floor
across from each other, my skirt covered my crouch and my little white nylon
panties but exposed almost all of my thighs and legs. " O K " I said, taking a
deep breath and sticking out my chest, I pulled my sweater up over my proud,
perky tits exposing my hard, erect nipples. Your turn I said, but Brian just sat
there staring at my tits, and my little shivers turned into uncontrolable
tingling. " Take it out Brian!" I insisted. He jumped up, quickly unzipped his
pants, and his prick popped out like a jumping jack, then he sat back down and
never once took his eyes off my tits. Well, he wasn't down for more than 3
seconds when I reached out and grab his huge, stiff, dripping cock with both
hands. At the same time Brian slid both hands under my sweater and lifted it up,
again exposing my tits. Which was fine with me, I had what I wanted, and it was
bigger and thicker than ever before and I wasn't about to let go. Brian leaned
forward and kissed my cheek, let go of my sweater, and cupped one hand around
each of my tits. My hands stopped moving, but I never let go of his cock. An
incredible sensation came all over my body. I never felt anything like this
before. Brian had his hands on my bare tits....OH GOD......OOOOOOOOOoooooooo
Brian firmly squeezed one tit and rub his thumb over the hard, erect nipple of
the other one, and gave a little moan. I shivered all over, I felt like I was
going to explode and I started wiggling in place, and tightening my thighs and
my little ass, and flapping my knees up and down, but never letting go of his
prick. I started pumping on Acbars, now throbbing cock to the same rhythm of my
legs going up and down and Brian's hands were all over my tits. Squeezing,
rubbing, and pinching my nipples OH.....GOD I was going crazy and moaning loudly
......... then Brian let out a screaming
AAAAAHHH.....AAAAHHHHHHH......AHHHHHHHH...and his cock fired a steady stream of
CUM all the way up into my face, but I never flinched and kept jerking his cock
and Acbar kept squeezing my nipples and moaning, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, which
is what I would have said if I could have talked. I just couldn't get out a
word. I was panting, moaning, cum dripping from my face I was licking it from my
lips, bouncing up and down and pumping away on Brian's still hard, still
cumming, big, wonderful cock. It was the most unbelievable feeling I ever had.
Nothing that I had done over the past four years had even come close. I was in
another world, I had no idea what was going on around me or where I was. I just
couldn't stop flapping my legs and jerking off Brian's cock. I felt like I was
being fucked up my ass, in my cunt, in my mouth, and between my tits all at the
same time, but I wouldn't know what that felt like for 5 more years. Cum on my
face and lips was nothing new, but it was never Brian's cum and it never tasted
like this. Brian let out a big sigh and fell over backwards, his prick still
hard and sticking straight up and I held on with both hands pumping slowly. I
was on my knees between Brian's legs, licking cum off my lips and watching
Brian's cock oooz cum on every up stroke. I leaned forward and put my mouth on
the head of his prick and sucked it like a straw in a too thick shake. It felt
like a big rubber lolly pop and tasted sweet syrup. I started moving my head
with the motion of my hands, taking more and more of Brian's thick shaft in my
mouth. Brian was near silent, breathing very heavy, and raising his hips on
every down stroke. I was rocking back and forth, my head bobbing up and down and
hands pumping, and except for the slurping and heavy breathing it was dead
quiet. Then out of the silence, voices, it was Acbar and the boys and they were
coming to the tree house. We both heard them at the same time. Brian jumped to
his knees and looked out the window. "It's John and David and there coming over
here!" He whispered, as he put my toy away and fixed his shirt and pants. I was
still on my knees with my skirt lifted like a towel wiping my face and trying to
catch my breath. Then we heard Acbar's voice. "Hey you guys, she's not home,
come wait in here." He shouted to them from our back door. As soon as they were
gone we climbed down. Brian kissed me on the check and ran off and I ran home.
When I walked in Acbar, John, and David were sitting there waiting for me.
"MAMTA, do you want to go to the tree house?" They harmonized. "No. I cant right
now, I don't feel good." I moaned, and went up to my room. The truth was that I
felt sooooo good I wanted to be alone and enjoy it. Any other time I would have
led the way to the tree house and been very excited by thier oooing and ahhhing
while I played with little pricks. But I had just had the most wonderful
experience of my life and I wanted to savor it for as long as possible. With my
eyes closed, laying on the bed in my little, white, silk panties I recalled
every detail of my escapade with Brian. My breathing had not yet returned to
normal and my body was still trembling.
I could still taste the cum in my mouth and my lips and hands were kind of stiff
and sticky. As I dreamed on I began to explore my own body. Feeling my tits like
Brian did...pinching my nipples and rubbing the firm little mounds that totally
filled my hands. I was making myself feel the same way. I had no idea I could
this to myself and it felt wonderful. I kept rubbing and squeezing and pinching.
I started sliding one hand down over my body to my tummy, I could feel the edge
of my panties. I kept caressing my tits with my left hand slowly slid the other
one under my panties and over the soft little mound new hair. I could feel
wetness on the back of my hand. My panties were all wet. I felt my pussy, It too
was all wet. It felt like Brian's cum. I started to rub up and down on it like I
did on Brian's prick. I was breathing very heavy now and my my hips were moving
with the motion of my hand. "OH Brians prick, Brian's prick!!!!" I cried out and
arched my back and pushed a finger inside my soaking wet cunt and SCREAMED OH
GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, and a feeling came over me like a tidal wave as if my body
was being tickled by thousands of feathers, from the top of my head to the tips
of my toes, and I came and came and came, and came, and came............ After
that wonderfully, inlighting afternoon I only saw Brian in school a couple of
times, we only said Hi as we passed in the halls and nothing more. Brian would
give me a wink and a smile and just keep walking. I never tried for anything
more. After that day in the tree house both Brian and I were different. We had
changed some how, I wasn't quite sure how, but nothing would ever be the same.
Not for me, for Brian, or the rest of our little sex club. There would be no
more fun in the tree house, no more hand jobs for Acbar, John, or David, and no
more sucking on Brian's big, thick, marvelous cock. That Winter Brian's family
moved away and Acbar was dating the younger sister of one of the girls he was
peeping on in the cabana 5 years ago. She was beautiful and they seemed to hit
it off very well..... probably gave great handjobs, I thought, but I'm sure that
Acbar, just like me, had moved up to bigger and better things. Though I was
still a virgin, (well lets say I hadn't been fucked yet), I'm sure that Acbar
had found Heather's cunt to be far more satisfying than my hand...."How could
he?" And tits, at 18, Heather was the envy of every girl in school, and she knew
it and used it,(them), she was HUGE. Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits, on a
tall, slender body, and what else, a cheerleader. I hated her,(not really), not
so much for her beauty, but more because she occupied all of Acbar. Acbar was
maturing very fast I thought. He was tall, dark hair, he had my mothers blue
eyes, (that I always wanted), and he was handsome like my father. He played
football all through Jr. High and High School and was very good. Not a super
star, but he was admired by all of his team mates, coaches, and of course, the
cheerleaders. He was strong and muscular and very popular with everyone. He had
earned a scholarship and was very excited about going to college. Both Acbar and
Heather were seniors and were getting ready to go away to college after
graduation. They were going to different schools and would probably only see
each other during breaks. You would think that their world was coming to an end
the way they acted. They were always hanging on each other. Or was it just the
sex that made them that way? I didn't know for sure, I just assumed she had
taken over where I left off. My father was an investment banker and both he and
my mother did a lot of traveling. When I was old enough to take care of Eric,
(my younger brother, now eight), it seemed they were hardly ever home. It was a
very hot afternoon in late June, I was just coming in from school and our
parents were away. Acbar, being a senior, had graduated a couple of weeks before
and Eric wouldn't be home for two more hours. As I passed Acbar's room I could
hear voices, behind the closed door. Not words, but sounds. I stopped for a
second and listened. It was Acbar and Heather, it didn't take long to figure
that out and the sounds were not unfamiliar either. They made me think of Brian
and that day in the tree house and a pleasurable vibration went through my body
and I felt those tingling sensations in my cunt. I swung my book bag in front of
me and squeezed it between my legs, pulling up on the strap the bag came up
under my skirt and the corner of the canvas pushed hard against the crotch of my
panties, I squeezed my legs tighter and echoed the soft moan that came through
the door, I quivered all over and ran to my room. I flung the book bag, fell
across my bed, pulled up my skirt and began rubbing the wet spot on my panties,
but it wasn't enough. I wanted to see what Acbar and Heather were doing. I
wanted to see what it was that took him away from me. I tip toed past Acbar's
door to Eric's room. Acbar and Eric shared a bathroom, with a door going into it
from each room. If Eric's side was unlocked and Acbar's door was closed I might
be able to see what they were doing. I tried Eric's bathroom door. It was
unlocked and I opened it slowly hoping that Acbar's door would be closed. As the
door opened the sounds from Acbar's room became clearer and closer. It was as if
I was right in the room with them. When it was open enough I looked in. "Oh
Shit!" I thought, and pulled my head quickly back. Acbar's door was open, not
all the way but to far to make an undetected entrance to the bathroom and I
started very, very slowly to close Eric's door. When the door was almost closed
I looked up and there, through the tiny remaining crack, reflecting in the
mirror over the vanity, framed like I picture, was Heathers naked, glistening
body. She was kneeling on Acbar's bed, straddling his hips, and dripping with
sweat. They were both stark naked. OH MY GOD! Heather! Naked! She was leaning
forward, her hands on either side of Acbar's head, her huge tits inches from
Acbar's mouth, her long, blonde hair covering her face, and her round, firm ass
was moving up and down on Acbars hard cock. She was beautiful. She would toss
her head back, shake her long blonde hair down her back and over her shoulders
and give a low moan, then fling her head forward, her hair covering her face and
Acbar's, lean down, arch her back, throw her head back again and push her huge
breasts in Acbar's face, and never miss a beat as she continued raising her body
to the very tip of his shaft and then engulf every inch of it with each downward
thrust. I opened the door a little more in order to see the whole scene without
moving my head back and fourth. The angle was perfect, the view was kind of to
her back and to the side. I could see Acbar's cock sliding in and out of
Heathers very hairy, dripping wet, blonde cunt as she continued to glide up and
down on what appeared to be a much large cock than what I used to play with.
With every down stroke Acbar would let out a muffled AHH, AHH, AHH. He had his
mouth and hands full of Heather's tits. One hand was wrapped around her left tit
holding it up feeding his mouth as he sucked on her big, protruding nipple. The
other hand was squeezing, pinching, and pulling at Heather's other big, dark
brown nipple. I never ever thought I would get to see Heather's breasts. I had
heard girls talk about them at school, but Heather was 4 years ahead of me and
in another gym class. Hearing the talk at school, and the way the boys would
tease Acbar, had me, and a lot of others, very curious. Heather never tried to
hide her figure, in fact quite the opposite. She would always wear tight
sweaters, low cut jerseys, and blouses unbuttoned just far enough. Both boys and
girls alike, would have given anything to be seeing what I was seeing right now.
Heathers tits! They were even bigger than the appeared in her sweaters, and YES,
they were real. The image before me was incredible. I had only heard about
fucking but never in my wildest dreams thought the girl was supposed to be on
top. Heathers moans became louder and faster and her pumping was harder and
harder. Just then she sat straight up with her hands behind her head. She arched
her body, her head tilted way back, and her hips lunging forward on Acbar's
cock, and my god those tits were reaching for the sky. She moved her hands down
to her knees, then slowly slid them up her thighs, over her tummy, and cupped
both breasts at the same time. Stopping to circle her big, hard nipples with the
just the palms of her hands, she continued over the top wrapping her hands
around her huge mounds, then smoothly down the sides. (There was a lot of area
to cover). With her hands flat open and fingers extended up she pushed her
enormous breasts up and together at the same time and in one continuous motion
her hands shot straight up over her head and she SCREAMMMMMMMMMMED. She screamed
and screamed and screamed, her hips surging harder and faster. It was the best
cheer she had ever done. I knew she was cumming off and it brought me back to a
hazy reality. The shock of seeing all of this had frozen me in place but when
Heather screamed with delight it sent chills up and down my spine and ignited
the desires that had brought me here in the first place. Heather had collapsed
full length on top of Acbar, her beautiful hair covering their faces like a silk
scarf. Thier bodies were in slow motion, still pressing together in a slow
throbbing kind of way, their breathing was very heavy and erratic as if they had
just finished a ten mile run. I too had lost my breath and my body was shaking
all over. I dropped to my knees still keeping watch in the mirror. I released
the door knob and my hands slid slowly down over my tummy pushing hard against
my pelvis. My fingers were gathering up my skirt and rubbing my cunt at the same
time. I pulled my skirt all the way up and pressed my fingers against my soft
little mound and began rubbing my panties. My GOD, I was soaked right through,
they were so wet it was as if I had no panties on at all . My little cunt lips
had sucked my panties right in and were molded to the shape of my cunt. I
started sliding the length of my index finger up and down in the folds of my
vulva, my other fingers rubbing along the outsides of the little wet sack and
squeezing together around my middle finger. OH GOD it was so good. I had never
been this wet before, and it felt soooo different and soooo good. My panties
were so wet they were transparent. I was holding my skirt out of the way with
one hand, staring down at my pussy watching my finger slide up and down between
my wet panties covered cunt. I could see the outline of my swollen, pink labia
and the wet mated hair sticking to my panties. I rolled my finger back and forth
in the crevice of soft, wet, fleshly tissue and kept sliding it up and down at
the same time. My juices were still flowing and I was getting wetter and wetter.
As I pressed on my slit and rolled my finger my cunt lips wrapped it up like a
little hotdog in a soggy, white bun....... BANG!!! A gust of air hit me in the
face, the door moved and closed my peep crack, but it didn't latch. I froze.
It was Acbar's door that slammed, someone was in the bathroom. I dropped my
skirt and started to back up, on my knees. I could hear the water running and
then the toilet flush, the door moved again and my view was restored. It was
Heather, she was walking back to the bed where Acbar was waiting on his knees
with his very wet, very hard, very red cock sticking straight out in front of
him. As she got on the bed she reached out and grabbed a hold of Acbar's prick
and pulled him down on top of her. She then reached back above her head and
wrapped her hands around the headboard, she pulled her knees up and wrapped her
legs around Acbar's back. He was up on his knees holding his stiff prick in one
hand while the other was opening up Heather's beautiful pink cunt. Was there
anything about this girl that wasn't perfect, I wondered??? Acbar was rubbing
just the end of his cock up and down over Heather's pink, puffy, beautiful cunt.
It was driving her and me crazy. She gave a little moan arched her back and
Acbar's cock disappeared inside her soft, fleshy cavern. Heather, eyes closed
began rolling her head back and forth on the pillows and moaning softly as Acbar
pumped away filling her with the full length of his shaft, drawing it out almost
to the end, then ramming it deeper and slamming his hips against her ass."OH
YES, OH YES, OH Acbar FUCK ME, Fuck me, Oh yes....Heather moaned. Now, this was
fucking was, this is how it was described to me, this was great. I loved
watching Acbar fuck Heather. He was just as beautiful as she was. His strong
glistening body, muscles all tight, and his very big cock fucking away in
Heather. It was almost like I was doing it with him. I returned to my position,
on my knees, holding my skirt up, I slipped my hand in my panties and inserted
my finger inside my tight, wet pussy and pushed it up hard every time Acbar
would ram his cock in Heather. I could hear Acbar grunt with every slam and moan
on each back stroke. His breathing was getting faster and very heavy and I knew
he was ready to cum. " Acbar, OOOH Acbar, .....Please be careful". Heather
whispered. Please be careful? What did that mean? "AAAAHHHHHHHH, AAAHHH....
AAAHHHHHH". Acbar was cumming, I knew that sound. When I looked up Acbar had
pulled out of Heather, she had a hold of his cock, jerking him off, and watching
his throbbing cock shoot stream after stream of cum all over her gigantic
mounds. They were like a shield protecting her beautiful face from Acbar's
cannon. Even lying down her tits were still full, firm and huge, and now shining
with Acbar's hot, sticky cum which she massaging into her tits with both her
hands as Acbar finished squeezing the last drop of cum out of his pulsing cock.
She seemed to enjoy her breasts almost as much as Acbar did. I wondered if she
had ever sucked on Acbar's prick, and flashed back to that day in the tree house
with Brian. With Acbar's fucking and my dreaming, I had totally lost any rhythm
I had, and my masturbating had all but stopped. My finger was still inside me
just resting, and kind of flicking back and fourth as deep inside me as it would
reach, sending sparks through me with each little flick. It was great watching
Acbar cum off like that, especially all over Heather's tits. It had been a long
time since I had played with him and I missed it. But given a choice, I wouldn't
have missed this show for anything in the world. Well, that's what I thought
then. I had gotten so caught up in all of this very hot action I think I came
off with out knowing it. My cunt was like a soft little natural sponge, soaked
in hand cream and dripping wet. It felt so good cupped in my hand with one
finger sticking inside I wanted to stay there forever and play with myself while
I watched Acbar and Heather. My curiosity was more than satisfied. I had seen
far more than I ever excepted or could have imagined and I was content to just
sit back on my knees, with my finger flicking inside me watching their bodies
melt together and bring myself to a climax. I thought it would be the most
exciting thing to cum off while watching Acbar and Heather fuck, and I was right
on the edge. It was very quiet now and my breathing was all I could hear and
hoped that I would not be caught before I could finish. Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, I was
getting close. I was flicking my finger inside faster and harder and with my
other hand I was rubbing that little hard thing on the top of my opening and not
taking my eyes off Acbar and Heather. SLAM...It was the front door. "Leeessaa,
Leeessaa?" It was Eric. Oh God, not now! How could it be that late already? As I
jumped up I could see that Acbar and Heather were also in a panic, running
around the room, picking up clothes, and trying to get dressed in record time. I
ran out Eric's door and down the stairs, fixing my skirt and drying my hands at
the same time. Eric was in the kitchen with his head in the refrigerator I
walked in and plopped on a stool at the counter. "Hi Eric." I moaned, out of
breath. "MAMTA! MAMTA! You should have seen what I saw! I was walking along the
path by Jeffery's house, right. And there was this dead cat, right. and it had
blood all over. . . . . " "Oh Eric, please, not now!" He slammed the
refrigerator door and stood there staring at me. "MAMTA you look awful, are you
sick? I'm hungry. That cat was gross!. . . . ." "Eric, please, just get a snack,
and change your clothes before you go out, I'm going to take a shower." Just
then the front door slammed again, and I heard Acbar's car screech out of the
driveway. They had made their get away. Undetected they thought. "A shower? In
the middle of the day? You must be sick." "Eric, did you hear what I said? Eric?
Did you?" "Yes, Yes, I will! He griped, as I left the kitchen. Acbar's door was
open and I stood in the hall examining the scene. The bed covers were pulled
down and hanging on the floor, the pillows were all bunched up, and some of
Acbar's clothes were on the bed. As I looked closer, I could see something on
the floor, sticking out from under the covers near the foot of the bed. It was a
loop of a strap, a white lacy strap, a BRA STRAP! I ran in and flipped the
covers over. It was Heathers bra. She must have really been in a hurry to have
left it behind. I scooped it up, shoved it under my sweater and ran to my room.
I pulled Heather's bra out and spread it open on my bed. It was incredible.
White lace all over, with thin lacy straps, three hooks, underwires, and cups
the size of Acbar's football. GOD, three hooks! Underwires! I had never seen a
bra this big before, not even my mothers came close to this. I just kept staring
at it as I got undressed. My little bras were very boring compared to this. I
had some with lace, but not all lace, and nothing that you could see through. I
picked it up and held it to my face. It was soft and smelled sweet like
lilly-of-the-valley. I found the tag and read it aloud. "Lilly of France,
'Lillyete', 36 DD." I whispered aloud. Even the name sounded like Heather. Now
completely naked, I took the bra and sat at my vanity. I put it around me,
hooked the three hooks, turned it around, and slipped my arms through the
straps. I looked in the mirror and giggled. Heathers bra made me look like a six
year old dressing up in her mothers clothes, playing the mommy. My little tits
were dwarfed by the huge cups that hung almost to my waist. I tightened the
straps, centered the cups on my breasts, and with both hands formed one of the
lace cups tight around my firm, little tit. I could see the dark aureole
surrounding my protruding nipple through the bra and the white lace made my
breast look very sexy. I flicked my nipple with my finger, giving myself a
wonderful little tingle inside. I hid Heather's bra way back in my bra drawer,
(and believe it or not, I still had it up till last year. That story in a future
chapter.) I put on my robe and went to take a shower. Finished with my shower, I
was standing in the bathroom drying off. I heard a noise at the door and knew
exactly what it was. Eric. He had been chased away by my mother many times
before, telling to "get away from that door while your sister is in the
bathroom". He had hit his head on the doorknob, trying to see through the key
hole. , Oh God, this peeping thing must be heredity, and Eric must have it. I
thought to myself. Mom wasn't here to chase him away and I was in a very strange
mood and feeling very sexy, and decided to let Eric have a good look. Even
though it was Eric, and even though he was only eight, I still felt very
strange.... sexy, or dirty, or horny, or something. I wasn't sure what it was,
but knowing he was out there watching me was very exciting. I got those same
little tingles I got when I was peeping on Acbar. I pictured him staring through
the key hole at my beautiful, naked body with a little hard on, twitching it
between his fingers like Acbar did behind the cabana many years ago. . . Well,
if he was going to peep on me, he was going to see something. I was standing in
front of the shower facing the door with a big towel wrapped around me, I was
completely covered. I dried my face and my hair, let the towel drop to the floor
and turned to face the mirror. I began brushing my long wet hair. Raising my
arms up over my head I was watching my tits rise and fall with each stroke. I
turned slightly towards the door so Eric wouldn't miss a thing. I felt like I
was on stage. I liked Eric watching me. I liked teasing him, and wondered what
he was thinking and doing. Finished brushing, I picked up the towel, put one
foot on the toilet and started drying my legs. In this position I was facing the
door, with one leg up and knees apart, exposing everything to Eric's view. I
kept drying off, opening and closing my legs, rubbing the towel over my soft
little mound of jet black hair, leaning forward and hitting my hard little
nipples against my knees, and being very careful not to cover anything for too
long. I finished drying, slipped my arms in my robe, and held it open facing the
door. In the full length mirror I could see what exactly what Eric was seeing. I
stood there with my arms spread, my robe wide open behind me like a dark stage
curtain, gazing at my beautiful, white, virgin body, little shivers of pleasure
shooting through me. My eyes shifted and I stared straight at the key hole,
closed my robe and headed for the door. I paused to give Eric enough time to get
away, then opened the door. As I walked to my room, I heard Eric's door close
and I knew for sure that he had watched the show.
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MY TWO DESIGIRLS
It had been a fairly interesting evening. Although I don't much go for bars
of any description, I do like to play pool, and on Wednesday night we had the
pool tournament down at the Other Place (silly name for a gay bar, but I've seen
worse). For the past several weeks, I had won easily, although there was much
amazement at my technique... I came an hour early, bought a pitcher of beer,
listened to music and drank. Then, just before the tournament, I bought
_another_ pitcher, played two practice games, and then I was ready. Every week,
the other entrants all looked for me to be an easy mark with that much alcohol
inside me. And every week the alcohol loosened up my hyper-analytical
personality, letting me relax, keeping me from doing mechanics calculations
prior to each shot, and let me sink any shot I called out to the amused and
amazed on-lookers. This week was the same, and I was in the final best-of-three
games in the last round, playing against the final challenger to see who would
get the prize.
She'd introduced herself as we met over the table, saying her name was
Kim. She was an attractive woman, maybe an inch under six feet unshod, just a
bit over in the ropers she was wearing. She had golden blonde hair, eyes so
green that tawdry words like "emerald" couldn't do them justice, a beautiful,
smart-ass grin, and what seemed to be a very well-made body in those tight
Wrangler jeans. I did all the cataloguing somewhere in the back of my head, as I
watched her racking the balls on the velvet; she grinned as she took the rack
away, twirling it between her fingers as it cleared the tops of the balls. Now I
was tipsy enough still not to be too tight, but even so I could feel the tension
as I poised myself to break. An observer looking at me would have seen a fairly
pretty but intent woman, clad in the standard uniform for the Other Place:
jeans, boots, tight T-shirt. I was bent over the end of the table, the round
curves of my ass emphasized by the tight denim jeans, my blue eyes intent on the
table before me. I brushed my long, ash- blonde hair away from my face, placed
the cue just so, set myself, and uncoiled through the place where the white ball
had been a moment earlier. My break was unorthodox and even a bit silly-
looking, but I got the balls well-scattered, and two dropped. This would be a
good game, the magic was all in place. My opponent brushed against my hip as I
rounded the table, an accidental contact as she stepped out of my way, letting
me take my place for my next shot. "Nice break!" she told me, flashing a
mega-watt grin my way. I hardly noticed, other than to smile back before
shooting again. This time I couldn't make the pocket, and I stood aside to watch
the other woman play. What was her name? Oh yes, Kim.
The grin she had worn before was gone as she carefully considered the table
from all sides. She was intent and methodical, carefully setting up her shot,
checking the angle, and finally sinking the ball in such a fluid, graceful
motion that I was momentarily amazed that a human body should move so smoothly.
She shot again, and again, and I began to wonder if I'd get another chance,
until at last she missed, and I had another opportunity.
It was easier this time, as she'd gotten several of her balls out of the
way: eventually I missed a shot again. We went back and forth over that game,
which I won by just a hair... that being the distance she'd been off when she'd
shot at the eight and missed. The second and third games were much the same, and
when it was all over, I had won numbers one and three, I had a twenty-five
dollar bar tab as my prize, while she had ten. "Care to drink one on me?"
I asked her, indicating the pitcher-full of amber liquid. She grinned and
agreed, and we took ourselves over to a table at the side of the room. We tried
briefly to talk, but as soon as the tournament was through, the owner cranked up
the music, substituting disco with a heavy bass line for the country and Western
that they tended to play for "us girls." It was after ten now, and the guys were
starting to come in: in another hour, they'd have the place pretty much to
themselves. It was impossible to make ourselves heard over the too-loud music,
so we drank and watched others in companionable silence. Finally, I asked if
she'd like to head over to Denny's for some coffee and a chance to talk, and she
shouted her agreement over the music. We escaped outside into the cool, quiet
dark.
When our ears quit ringing, she made a counter-suggestion. It was late,
she'd be disturbing the people she lived with if she traipsed in at this hour,
and how about if she crashed at my house, and took me for coffee in the morning?
I thought the idea sounded wonderful, and told her that my sister was out of
town, so I had an extra bed, freshly made up, and that I'd be glad to have her
stay over. She followed me the few miles to my home, and we went inside. We
talked for an hour or two, sipping rich, dark, imported ales that seemed almost
sweet after the American brews at the bar. We talked about inconsequential
things, she telling me about her job on campus, and me explaining to her that I
was a student, and so on. We were almost exactly the same age, as I'd just
recently gone back to school, our families came from the same part of the state,
and we were from from similar types of families. Eventually we headed upstairs,
where I showed her to the master bedroom. "I hate to mess up your sister's bed,"
she said to me, "and I see you have a kingsize. How about if I just sleep on the
other side of your bed? You don't mind, do you?" I thought nothing about it, and
told her that that would certainly be all right with me. I showed her my
drawer-full of T-shirts and assorted nightwear, and told her to help herself
while I took a quick shower to relax after the tension generated by the
over-loud music.
When I came back to my room, relaxed and dressed in a crisp, clean,
oversized men's oxford shirt, she was already in bed with the covers pulled up
under her chin. I got the lights out, and crawled in with her. "Do you mind if I
snuggle up next to you?" she asked. "I'll do it after I'm asleep anyway." This
was not quite- so-standard in the "slumber-party/girls-sleeping-over" model I
had in my head, but I readily acquiesced. This lady was beautiful enough to be a
professional model, she had a wonderful, innocent air to her, and I was being
ridiculous to even suspect that she was coming on to me at all. I told her of
course that would be fine, and so she eeled over against me where I lay on my
back, Draping her right arm across my waist, her right leg over my leg, and
pillowing her head in the hollow of my shoulder. My heart was definitely beating
a bit faster than usual, but I tried to relax, shut my eyes, and go to sleep.
"Do not," I sternly warned myself, "even think that this woman is interested in
you! You'll piss her off if you suggest it and possibly ruin what could be a
very nice friendship!" The internal lecture was in full swing, when she began
stroking her fingers down my side, back again over my ribs, across my breast,
and down again. I groaned silently, hoping that she wouldn't notice my tension
or arousal... "She said she wanted to cuddle, she's half asleep, you are NOT
going to respond to this and scare her off!" I told myself angrily. "She doesn't
even know you! You're being ridiculous!" I told myself. But her hand continued
ts teasing glide over my body, and every few minutes her fingers would trail
across one hardened nipple, driving me mad with the electric jolt of arousal
that shot straight into the growing warmth in my loins each time she did it.
Finally I caught her hand with my own. She looked up at me with an inquisitive
look. Hoarsely I told her, "If you keep that up, you're going to be in
trouble..." Her answering grin could have lit the football stadium, "Maybe I
want to be in trouble!"
I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. "Oh." was all I could
manage, and now her teasing fingers had started unbuttoning my shirt, and she
was sitting up, looking down at me, all the while grinning in obvious pleasure.
It wasn't that I thought myself unattractive, mind you, that had caused me to be
so slow on the uptake. It was simply that she was so utterly beautiful and
graceful, I felt like a mortal honored unduly with the prescence of a goddess.
And right now that goddess was stroking tight little circles around my nipples,
causing them to crinkle down into hard peaks, which her fingers rubbed and
tweaked and pulled. I don't think I have ever been so aroused, before or since.
I pulled her down to me, meeting her lips with mine, and kissing her was like
drinking honey wine; sweet, intoxicating. In my single previous affair with a
woman, I was usually the one who took the lead in sex, and that old girlfriend
had always encouraged me in the "butch" role. But when I tried to take the
initiative now, Kim pressed me back against the bed, telling me that I was to
lay back and enjoy what she was doing. It felt, well, indescribably sensual.
Having her make love to me this way made me feel utterly feminine, in a way that
making love to men, or even another woman never had, and I loved the feeling.
She undressed me, making me lift my hips so that she could slide my panties
down over my ass, then leaned down and kissed me, pulling me up with her into a
soft embrace as she slid the shirt back off my shoulders. The velvet softness of
her breasts against mine was unabashedly sensuous. My arms were around her now,
stroking her back and sides while our lips stayed locked together, our tongues
battling silently in their own satin caress. Before I could try and tease her
out of her clothes, she pushed my back again against the pillows, and kissed me
softly on the lips, the cheek, nibbled at my earlobe a moment, then outlined the
ear with her hot, wet tongue. I moaned again, as her hands continued doing
wicked and wonderful things to my nipples and her tongue traced intricate
patterns along the soft skin of my throat, dwelt a moment in the hollow between
my collar bones. Soon her lips fastened on one hard nipple, though the other was
not neglected either, being rolled between her long, stong fingers. Her tongue,
which had seemed so soft against my own while we were kissing, now became a
hard, demanding instrument, flickering in fast circles around the nipple,
tracing the aureola, her lips nibbling the hard peak, sucking gently then
firmly. My world narrowed under this treatment, focusing only on the sensations
from my nipples and the answering twinges between my legs. I felt helpless,
empowered, exalted, abashed, wanton, shy...
My breath was coming in hash, ragged gasps, and I could hear myself moaning
as I neared orgasm solely from the wonderfully wicked things she was doing to my
breasts. She was well aware of my situation, though, and suddenly the air was
cold on my wet nipples, and her warm lips were seeking their way down the arch
of my ribs, across my sides (ticklish... she grinned me another wicked grin),
then planted a kiss above the triangle of Venus. She wordlessly encouraged me to
pull my knees up, as she stationed herself between my legs. Her voice was a bit
ragged, too, when she instructed me to reach down and part the wet folds for her
tongue. A shock of pleasure rocked my body as her lips softly touched my
clitoris is a gentle kiss. She bent her head, just teasing with he tip of her
tongue, dipping first deep into my well, then running it up along the
slit,meeting my clitoris again. Now she pressed her lips tightly against me, the
pressure of her kiss holding the hood of my clitoris back, exposing the
sensitive head to the searching, flickering dance of her skilled tongue. I could
feel my back arching as if each touch of her tongue wound me tighter and
tighter, a spring coiling to a level of unbearable tension. "Let me..." she
whispered, pausing from the alchemy she was working to look up and twine my
fingers with hers, holding my hands tightly above my pubis in her strong grasp,
before bending her head back to my center. Her strong grasp had my hands
pinioned, her arms encircling my hips and holding me down against the bed, while
licked and sucked and stroked and flickered... the orgasms started very quietly,
slow gentle waves of pleasure rolling through me, until she let go of one hand
and suddenly plunged her fingers into my pussy causing me to gasp, to buck, to
cry out as the real orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I had time to think,
confused, that I'd been wrong all these years, I'd never had an orgasm, THIS was
an orgasm, and ohmigod, could I live through such intense, overwhelming, soul
straining pleasure? I SCREAMED with the release, barely hearing the noise over
the pounding of my pulse in my ears, and my vision started to tunnel down,
greyness blacking out the edges of my vision. I closed my eyes and lost myself
in the experience. The orgasm kept happening, and each moment I was amazed again
as the strength of it increased. My legs were trembling, I could feel my hips
moving involuntarily, restrained from out-and- out bucking by the grasp of her
arm around me, both of my hands gripping her one like a lifeline, holding on in
mingled terror and exaltation. Then she took her fingers out of my pulsing cunt,
just for a moment, before sinking her thumb back into me... but now her wet,
slippery fingers were teasing my asshole, playing with the tight rosebud there,
until she slipped first one, then two digits inside. I had never felt anything
like the sensations that shot through me now. She was lashing my clit with her
experienced tongue, her thumb and fingers were pumping in and out of me,
simultaneously piercing both ass and cunt, and I continued to come, continued to
scream, I could feel tears rolling down my face, I couldn't take anymore, I
couldn't sustain this level of stimulation... oh my god, I can't take it, oh no,
no, oh god... Awareness came back to me gradually, like the quiet stealing
advance of dawn across the dimly lit twilight hours. I don't know if I actually
fainted or whether my brain just couldn't process the data anymore. Kim was now
kissing and softly licking my clit, no longer directly on the exposed head, her
fingers inside me still, but motionless. I could feel my muscles clench upon her
fingers as occasionally small waves of pleasure would ripple through me,
aftershocks after earthquake, the tide behind the tsunami.
In a moment I would make love to her... Kim pulled herself up and lay atop
my body, her long legs twining with mine. I kissed her, putting all my heart and
soul into it, the taste of my own juices reminding me of the amazing feelings
that I'd just experienced, and causing weak aftershocks of orgasm. As if she
could read my mind, Kim shifted so that one of her legs was between mine,
applying firm pressure against my clit. I couldn't keep my hips still, even
though I was still trembling with the exhaustion of the tremendous series of
orgasms that I'd just had. Each slow thrust of her hip against my cunt evoked an
answering orgasm, and this continued for several minutes as we kissed long and
passionately. I couldn't believe, even now, that this wonderful, lovely woman
was making love to me. My hands were wandering up underneath the T-shirt she had
on, stroking along her sides, running softly down her back. All at once, my eyes
filled with tears, and I hugged her fiercely so that she wouldn't see. I had had
at least a dozen lovers by that time, and before this I had never actually had
an orgasm, even though if you'd asked me an hour before, I would have told you
different. The experience was overwhelming, stirring emotions and responses
within me that I couldn't name nor define. Later I was to look back and see that
from that transcendent moment on, I would have given her my heart or soul had
she asked me for it, I would have died for her Smile: all those melodramatic,
exuberant sorts of overreactions, they all applied to the way that woman made me
feel.
As Kim returned my hug with equal strength, I was able to regain my composure.
With a gentle motion, I urged her onto her back beside me, and started kissing
at her navel and worked my way slowly up her ribs. A little sly and playful
nibble there proved that she, too was ticklish, but I'd save tickle fights for
later... my lips continued their peregrination upwards, finally finding the
warm, soft swelling of her breast. I tugged her shirt up over her breasts, and
she helped me pull it off over her head. The creamy white skin, the pale pink of
her nipples stood out against her golden tan. I just sat, propped up on one
elbow, and looked for a moment, enjoying the perfect curve of the breast,
watching her nipples slowly harden from some combination of the cool air and the
pressure of my gaze upon them. I couldn't wait very long however, before
lowering my lips to suck one hardened nipple into my mouth, sucking, nibbling,
running my tongue in slow circles around the hard peak, flickering across the
nipple. My left hand strayed over to her other breast, and stroked the underside
of its soft swelling curve, thumb teasing the hardened pink nipple.
She had one arm around my shoulders, stroking my hair with the other, pressing
my head to her breast to indicate that I should suck harder. As I complied, she
gasped quietly, then let out a low moan as my left hand found it way to her
panties, and began investigating the path within. I slid my hand inside the thin
cloth, and slipped first one side and then the other down past her hips,
exposing her loins to my questing fingers. Her hand had left my hair, and she
was trying without much success to free herself of the minimal confinement of
her panties. Regretfully, I left the nipple that I had been suckling, sitting up
to help her finish removing them. My god, but she was gorgeous! She was indeed
blonde, and the streetlight made the curly hair gleam, droplets of moisture
catching little sparks of light, like diamonds glittering in a net of spun gold.
A shiver took me then as I looked at her, my arousal mounting high again. She
looked like an alabaster and chalcedony statue, an idol waiting to be
worshipped. This I did, kneeling between her legs, kissing softly from her
instep to her ankle, up her leg, meeting the soft flesh of her inner thigh with
my lips, evoking answering shivers from her. I was teasing, delaying the final
homage of my lips while reeling in the heady scent of her like a bee in an
orchard. Finally my kisses found their way to their destination. I spread her
tenderfolds to expose her wetness, and very slowly lowered my lips to suckle the
nectar at the center of her flower. She tasted of salt and peaches, with a faint
hint of honey. She let loose a deep contralto moan, one that seemed to
reverberate in my very bones with its heavy load of sensuous arousal as I ran my
tongue tip from her opening to the small protrusion of her hooded clit. I sank
against her, kissing her open-mouthed, exactly the same sort of kiss that I
would have delivered mouth-to-mouth, my tongue twining about and teasing her
clitoris with feather- light stokes. I could feel the trembling tension in her
long legs which she had wrapped around me. Her hands stroked my hair, gradually
stilling, then suddenly seizing me firmly to guide my tongue all the better. She
urged me on, the pressure of her hands encouraging me to flicker my tongue more
firmly and quickly across her swollen clit. I worked my hands under us, sliding
two fingers deep into her open pussy. Again she let loose with that deep and
wrenching moan, and I could feel the Goosebumps rising down my spine as my own
arousal edged up a notch with hers. She was starting to gasp and make little
mewling sounds now, and I kept well in rhythm with her cries as I lashed her
clit with my tongue.
I removed my fingers from her cunt, causing a wordless cry of dismay from her,
but immediately set my other hand to the task of stroking her pussy. Meanwhile,
the fingers of my right hand were now thoroughly wet, and taking a leaf from
this beautiful woman's own book, I began to tease her asshole with my slippery
digits, finally sliding a wet finger deep inside the tight opening. Now she
began bucking her hips wildly, driving her cunt against my mouth, hands tight in
my hair, thrusting hard to impale herself upon the fingers which pierced her
front and back. I had all I could do to keep licking her hot cunt, fucking her
ass and pussy with both hands, and remember to occasionally breathe as well. I
couldn't control my own aroused reaction, and I was driving my own hips into the
mattress in time with her thrusts as well. Suddenly, she let loose with a
banshee cry, stiffening a moment and holding my head tightly against her. I
never let up on her engorged clit, licking and flicking my tongue over it as
fast as I could. The trembling of her legs was like a tightly strung bowstring,
quivering with tension, and I was amazed to feel the rhythmic contractions of
her orgasms quite clearly via the finger in her ass. I had never been so
completely aware of a woman's orgasm before now, and the wonder and sense of
power this gave me pushed me over the edge into an orgasm of my own. I continued
to lick her clit until she could unknot her fingers from my hair, and pull me up
to lay above her, holding her as she shook with reaction. She said nothing yet,
just kissed my neck softly where she had buried her face in the angle of my
shoulder. I clung to her as well, certain that I had died and gone to heaven.
Making love to her had renewedmy arousal, and I hadn't been able to satisfy my
needs by humping the mattress earlier. I hoped that she would do something about
this in a moment, but the urgency was past, replaced by glow of contentment
mingled with arousal. The next time would be slower and more sensual, but
equally passionate and overwhelming in intensity, if our first pass at love was
any indication.
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