Lisa hadn’t changed much. Vicki on the other hand looked more like the school teacher that she had become. I remembered holding her hair back as she threw up late one Friday night in my bathroom. I remembered her giving head a frat boy in the bedroom at a keg party while I did the same to his friend. When I picked them up at the airport, she wasn’t wearing any conservative teacher clothes, but there was something different about her. As we drank that night at a bar on the beach, I told her that I couldn’t believe they let her teach our future generations.

The three of us spent most of the long weekend that there were here for trying to re-live our glory days or talking about it. And checking out the men in the process.

Lisa just looked, she called and sent text messages to her boyfriend every five minutes. Vicki and I did more than just look. Both of us fresh out of relationships, we danced with the men we met, we made out with them and in other ways were reminded that a breakup wasn’t the end of the world. In other words just having fun.

Saturday night, Lisa called it an early night and took a taxi home. Vicki and I didn’t want the night to end and when the bar closed, we continued on the festivities with two guys we just met – TJ and Jimmy. I paired up with TJ and still don’t know what TJ stands for. However, I do know that he had this calm, cool look about him that made me want to get to know him more intimately and that he could kiss. Not to mention that his clothes hung on his body, giving me an idea that he liked to workout, but not too much.

We made plans to stop at Jimmy’s apartment, pick up some liquor and appropriate mixing ingredients then sneak into one of the state parks along the coast to watch the water, drink and who knows what else. We never made it that far.

At Jimmy’s, I waited in the car while Jimmy and Vicki ran into get the supplies. Okay, we didn’t exactly wait. We made out until five or ten minutes later when TJ ran his hands into shirt and I realized that Vicki hadn’t returned yet.

I found the two of them in the kitchen, the glass bottle of rum sitting on the counter, their two bodies wrapped together as they made out.

“Change of plans?” I asked.

She broke away from the kiss and nodded her head yes.

“Stay here and drink?” I put my hand on the bottle, not wanting my buzz to fade away.

She took my hand and pulled me closer to her. “Yeah.” She kissed me. It was a drunk sloppy kiss and I could taste the vodka from her cranberry and vodkas earlier in the night, but it woke up my entire body.

She pushed me against the counter, pushed my hair out of my face and kissed me as our bodies melted together. I never thought that I would be making out with Vicki. Don’t get me wrong, I find her attractive. She has this cute, girl next door look with a hint of naughtiness but tonight the only person I thought I would be making out was with TJ.

Vicki and I had kissed before. But back then it was just a game, these kisses were more than just friends pretending to make out after far too many beers. I was much closer to sober this time.

We put a show on for the guys. They watched as we made out and stripped out of our clothes. She took the lead, but I can’t exactly say I just went along for the ride. I felt awkward half naked in front of two men I barely knew, wearing just my jeans and underwear as Vicki ran her tongue around my nipples, but I didn’t want it to end.

Along the way to Jimmy’s bed, we left a trail of our clothes. I ended up on my back, Vicki on top of me, her lips dancing from my hips and across my waist. I thought of my ex-boyfriend. For the first time in a couple of months I didn’t miss him. Her tongue dipped between my wet lips and I remembered Nicole. I wondered where she was and if she was still dating her boyfriend.

My body shook with each flick of her tongue across my clit. I squirmed as the erotic energy filled me like her fingers fucking me. I was surprised, it was clearly not her first time going down on another woman.

I forgot we were alone until she sat up and looked at Jimmy. “Fuck me.” She didn’t sound like a school teacher. She didn’t sound like the Vicki I knew from college either.

She returned to my lips and while her tongue swirled around my clit, Jimmy took her from behind. Her moans mixed with my own, filling the room with our lust filled cries.

She brought me to an orgasm with her mouth and fingers and when I opened my eyes, she was on the bed next to me with Jimmy on top of her.

TJ stood above me, looking down at me, waiting for me to give him the word.

“Yes, please.”

He didn’t waste anytime. He left his clothes behind and climbed on top of me, his thick and very hard cock pointed between me.

He wrapped his arms around me as he pushed into my wetness. He filled me with his hardness, reminding me of how much I loved cock. How much I loved being a slut. He brought out a side of me that had been hiding for too long. I didn’t need to spend all of my time looking for relationships. I may no longer be in college, but I wasn’t fifty either. I didn’t have to chase away fun.

He didn’t just pound away at me like far too many guys. He paid attention to my body and my moans. He fucked me to another ograsm and kept going.

He fucked me doggy style while I went down on Vicki. He filled the condom with his cum as I returned the favor to my friend.

The next morning, Lisa asked us about what happened after she went back to my apartment. Vicki gave her a censored version of the night, leaving out the encounter between the two of us. However, that night when Lisa passed out on my couch, Vicki climbed into my bed.

Vicki and Lisa are now back home, yet Vicki left me with more than just memories. With the help of TJ, she reminded me of who I am and what I need. I have a feeling that this will be the beginning of more adventures on a more frequent basis.

I normally would’ve gotten away with wearing jeans and some sweater to this bar, but tonight I dressed up in a very low cut and very tight yellow mini-dress that hugged my curves and left very little of my figure to ones imagination.

I hadn’t been this horny since college. I woke up soaking wet. I couldn’t go to sleep until I satisfied myself in one way or another. I spent a lot of time in between think about sex.

My excuse for going out was Nicole’s birthday. She looked great with her new boyfriend, which made me feel even more lonely and then horny. I imagined her in bed with him, her legs spread wide open. Instead of me going down on her like I did so many times when we dated, his hard cock pounded her cunt and filled her with cum every night. He was good looking, knew how to dress and if he wasn’t dating my best friend, I would’ve spread my legs for him too.

“You look great.” She smiled after we hugged and kissed on the cheek.”

“Thanks.” I put on a fake smile. “Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks, how are you doing?”

Before I could answer, her boyfriend pulled her away and gave her a shot. I knew from experience how horny she got from even just a little bit of alcohol, her boyfriend was going to have a good night.

Instead of watching the two of them, I watched the dance floor and looked for my own good looking man to satisfy my lust. I stood on the edge of the hot, steamy dance floor, not in the mood to dance unless I got swept of my feet by a hot stud. I caught a few guys checking me out, but none that swept me off my feet. There were several good looking guys, but none that made me want to dance.

I did my best to avoid Nicole, hiding in our group of friends most of the night. I knew I wouldn’t find a guy that way, the three guys in our group were all taken, but I couldn’t force myself to leave Nicole and the rest of our group behind to go man hunting.

After an hour, I started debating heading home and letting a combination of my favorite dildo and well used vibrator take care of my needs. If I stayed much longer, I would keep on drinking to the point where I would have to pay for an expensive cab ride home.

Then I felt a hand squeeze my ass cheek. I expected to turn around and see a drunk frat boy, but instead Nicole stood behind me grinning.

“Hey.” I smiled, a genuine, real smile.

“Everything okay?”

My smile disappeared. “Yeah, just been a long week between the two jobs. I’m looking forward to catching up on some sleep.”

“Sleep?” She leaned closer so that only I could hear what she said next. “I was hoping you might want to join me and Kyle tonight.”

Between my legs, the soft nylon fabric of my thong went from dry to soaked in a split second. The smile returned to my face.

“I thought you might like that idea.”

I loved the idea. I was ready to start right then. However, we had to wait. Since it was her birthday party, we couldn’t just leave. It was like pure torture, the worse when she dragged me on to the dance floor.

At first, we just had fun dancing to the electronic music. It was then that a guy came up behind me and started to dance with me. I looked back and grinned. He was my type, tall, dark and handsome but he found me too late.

Nicole pushed him back and pulled me closer. Our bodies rubbed together as we moved to the beat, just the thin fabric of our dresses keeping us apart. We partook in some extremely dirty dancing, our bodies grinding together to the point where guys watched us. They would be thinking about us when they were all alone at home that night and that turned me on even more.

“I want to take you to the bathroom or the parking lot. I don’t know how much longer I can control myself.”

“Let’s find Kyle and get out of here.”

“What about everyone else?”

“Who cares?”

“You know if I leave with you, people are going to start talking again.” They probably already would after the way we danced.

“I don’t care.” She grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers. She pulled me off of the dance floor and through the crowd.

She found Kyle and whispered something into his ear. He turned around and looked at me, then a large grin appeared on his face.

We barely said good-bye to any of our friends, just like we barely made an excuse as to where we were going. Nicole told everyone my car had gotten towed and we needed to go to the impound lot. I don’t think anyone believed it, but neither her nor I cared.

A feeling of torture returned as we separated. Nicole rode in Kyle’s car, a reminder that we were just friends with benefits now. I followed behind them to Kyle’s apartment.

His apartment had a beautiful view of the bay, but I was more concerned with the view of Nicole in her purple dress. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. We barely made it to the living room, before she wrapped her arms around me and we started to kiss. It was the kind of kiss that if my panties weren’t already soaking wet, they would be now. It made my heart beat faster and the room feel hot.

“Join us.” Nicole said to Kyle, her voice full of lust. He looked happy just watching us, but a large bulge forming in his pants said that he wanted to do more than just watch.

He joined us and I watched as the two of them kissed. I was jealous, I wanted a boyfriend that kissed me the way he did. I was jealous until she turned his head towards me.

Did she want me to kiss him? She didn’t say anything, but I couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing him. Her lips were soft and tasted like strawberry shortcake. His lips were strong and powerful.

I got lost in his kiss to the point that I didn’t even realize that Nicole dropped to her knees between Kyle and I. As I kissed Kyle, she worked to get his pants off. Seconds later, his hard cock pointed out, his boxers and jeans around his ankles.

This was the horny Nicole that I missed. She had his long, red cock in her mouth and her head bobbing up and down in front of him. This wasn’t exactly how my fantasy went, I imagined just Nicole and I rolling around naked on the bed. This reality was even better.

As we made out, Kyle’s hands explored my body. He paid special attention to my ass and even more to my tits. It felt weird to have someone else’s boyfriend with their hands all over me, groping and fondling me, but I didn’t just enjoy it. I loved it.

He pulled my tits out of the top of my dress, he sucked on my pink nipples as Nicole sucked his cock. I wondered if this was something they had planned together or if this was something she had planned all by herself like a special birthday present to herself.

I wanted to taste his cock too and it wasn’t long before I joined Nicole. She pulled her lips off of his cock as I got down on my knees. She smiled, then I took over. I didn’t tease, I went straight to work. I opened up my mouth and slid my red lips on to his swollen head. I slid them further down until his cock filled my mouth.

He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned stomach and powerful chest muscles. Nicole was so lucky to get to see this anytime she wanted.

Nicole and I took turns working on his cock, racing her lips up and down his long shaft. I went more slow and deliberate, her lips raced up and down his cock like she was on the verge of going out of control.

At first we did whatever we wanted, but soon he took over directing us. He made sure that whoever wasn’t busy sucking his cock was giving his balls attention.

Then he kicked it up a notch. He grabbed the back of Nicole’s head and forced his cock deep into her mouth until she deep throated him. She performed like a pro, I didn’t think she would be able to handle it.

When it was my turn, he did the same to me. He filled my throat with his cock, making me gag but I didn’t give up. I wasn’t about to be upstaged by Nicole.

That wasn’t enough for Kyle. Next he fucked Nicole’s mouth with his cock. Her face turned red, she coughed, but she didn’t stop. He repeated the process with my mouth. I wondered if they acted like this every night or just when company came over.

Nicole got a hold of his cock one more time, but this time she didn’t let me get it back right away. She kept letting him fuck her mouth until he pushed it so far into her throat that I thought she might choke. His body went stiff and he let out a grunt. Inches away from my mouth, he filled hers with cum.

I was jealous. I wanted to feel his cum shooting into my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum. When his orgasm ended, she turned to me and we kissed. I tasted his salty, sour sperm from her mouth, but it was just a tease.

Nicole lead us into the bedroom, where Nicole and I kissed again on Kyle’s bed. The kiss turned into making out, our lips locked together, our mouths showing our lust for each other. Our bodies rolled around on the bed, our hands explored each other, familiar ground for each of us, that brought back steamy memories of nights that I would never forget.

We knew what each other wanted. We didn’t beat around the bush. It wasn’t long before her hand slid between my legs and into the warm, wet area underneath my thong. Her finger tips slid by my clit, into my wetness and I moaned.

I copied her, sliding my hand into her dress. I grinned when I discovered her lack of underwear, not even a tiny g-string to stop my fingers from pleasuring her pussy. Her dress wasn’t as short and slutty as mine, but it wasn’t long enough to cover her if she bent over. This wasn’t the shy, conservative Nicole that I met a year ago after she broke up with her fiance.

She wasn’t content to just finger fuck my cunt. Soon, I ended up on my back, her taking my white with black lace thong off. She pushed my legs apart and positioned herself between them.

She teased me like she used to do every night when we dated. She kissed every inch of skin near my hungry pussy except my cunt. I wasn’t just going to lay around getting tortured this time, I found my clit with two fingers and started to rub it furiously like I only had thirty seconds to get off.

She didn’t like that. She pulled hand away from my pussy and held it back. Then she used her fingers to take over for what I started with mine. She knew exactly how to make me moan, she started with just her fingers, but soon her mouth joined in to pleasure me.

I forgot that Kyle was still here until I saw him position himself behind Nicole. She was bent over in the perfect doggy style position and he took full advantage of it. He pushed her dress up around her hips, then took aim at her exposed cunt with his rock hard cock.

She moaned as he pushed his cock into her. I was jealous, besides my dildo, I hadn’t felt a real cock inside of me since before Nicole and I started fooling around. Nicole made me moan louder and louder with her mouth, but I prayed that I would get a turn with Kyle’s cock before he came.

His thrusts came hard and quick, but she didn’t let his attack stop her from her job between my legs. She kept her face buried between my legs, refusing to move until she got what she wanted. Luckily, what she wanted was for me to orgasm.

With all of the sex and sexuality in the room, it didn’t take me long. My orgasm started with a cry of pleasure as my body went stiff and excitement took over my body. It was more powerful than any of the orgasms I’d had with my vibrator since Nicole and I decided to be just friends. It took my breath away and when I opened my eyes, everything seemed to be glowing.

“My turn to go down on you.” I grinned.

“I think it’s your turn to get fucked by his cock.” Her grin bigger.

I wasn’t about to argue. She moved out of the way, then I positioned myself in front of Kyle the exact same way she received his cock a few minutes earlier. I pulled my dress up to around my hips, my pink cunt and even my asshole ready for him.

His strong hands grabbed my hips and moved me into the position that he wanted, then I felt his strong, powerful cock push into my soaking wet pussy.

Instantly, another orgasm filled me. His cock inside of me set of a chain reaction, flooding me with pleasure, making me scream.

He kept going, fucking me as my orgasm came and went. His thrusts short, but furious at first. It took everything I had to stay in position until I completely recovered from my orgasm.

I felt two sets of hands on me. Kyle’s hands caressed my hips then my ass as we fucked. Nicole pulled my dress up above my tits, then used my large breasts as her play toy as we kissed.

At first, she lay next to me. However, soon she positioned herself in front of me. She positioned her pussy right in front of my mouth.

I wanted to tease her the way she teased me, but it felt like it would be more torture to me. I wanted to taste her again and dipped my tongue between her swollen lips. Her cunt was soaking wet, sweet like I remembered it tasting.

As Kyle pounded me from behind, I licked her pussy and massaged her clit with my palm the way I knew she liked from past experience. She let me know she liked it, moaning loudly.

I quickly brought her to the edge of her orgasm and kept going until her cries of pleasure filled the room. She chanted my name as her orgasm filled her, making me very proud of my work.

After her orgasm faded away, we took turns being on the receiving end of his cock. He fucked us from every angle, from multiple positions.

I became jealous of how long he lasted. I imagined that they had a lot of late nights of fucking. I became jealous of her even more when his cock found her asshole. I could just watch as she took out a bottle of lubrication out of her purse, the same brand that I loved and he used it to lubricate her asshole.

His cock disappeared into her ass and I wondered if this was something new for her or something she had done often. She took it like an experienced slut, but she never told me about her anal adventures. As far as I knew, until now it was only me that like it in the ass.

He pounded her ass from behind, a loud slapping sound of skin impacting with flesh every time he thrust into her. All I could do was watch and finger my cunt, hoping for my turn. The longer he went, the more sure I became that I wouldn’t get another turn.

Her fucked her ass doggy style. He fucked her ass in the missionary position. He even fucked her ass sideways. She was no anal virgin, I didn’t even know if I could take an anal pounding like that. I brought myself to another orgasm just watching.

I had given up on another turn with his cock when he motioned for me to come closer with his fingers. I quickly got on to my hands and knees in front of him. He pulled out of her ass and put his cock into mine.

His thickness stretched my asshole, but he had enough lube on his cock where it slid in easily into my ass. I bit my lip as he started to fuck my ass, I didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. I received his hard cock like a very happy slut.

Nicole and I kissed as he fucked my ass. Her hands squeezing my tits to the point it hurt, the way she knew that I liked. Her hand slipped between my legs and found my clit. She rubbed it, she massaged it as he pounded my ass. I had never felt so much pleasure.

I wanted to feel him cum inside of my ass and to fill me with his sperm. However, Nicole had other ideas. When she saw that he neared his orgasm, she pulled him away from me. I didn’t like it, but it was her boyfriend.

She took him in her mouth. My mouth dropped as I watched her suck his cock, my sweet, innocent friend had done ass to mouth. Not her ass either, it was my ass.

His eyes clothes and he thrust his cock into her mouth. I could practically taste the cum and when he was done, Nicole let me taste him. She didn’t swallow him, she kept his load in her mouth and motioned for me to come closer.

We kissed, his salty, bitter, yet delicious cum sliding between our mouths. The cum slut in me was very happy now. We made out until the taste faded away and it was just us kissing. We collapsed on to the bed, still half dressed but neither of us cared. We fell asleep in each others arms.

“The rumors are starting to fly.” I said I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. Nicole talked me into wearing a too tight, too revealing dress. The purple dress clung too tightly to my curves, my breasts over flowed from the top. A few minutes earlier, she said I looked hot in it, so I kept it on. “Does it bother you?”

“Not really.” She stood next to me, looking at herself then me in the mirror. She looked amazing in her black dress, the guys would be all over her at the club. She had the perfect body for that kind of dress, busty like me, but all of the right curves. Her cleavage flowed out of the top of the dress, it clung to her body like it was painted on. It didn’t leave much to the imagination. “I could care less what the other girls at the bar think. It’s just that I don’t want my parents to find out, that sort of thing.”

“I understand.” It was a lot easier for me. My parents lived hundreds of miles away in another section of the country. Hers lived in the same area code.

“I really like you, but…”

Here it comes. I knew it was coming. Our relationship had been on shaking ground the entire month since it started with a wild and very steamy night. We had various levels of experience in the bedroom with another woman, but neither of us much experience actually dating another woman. I liked her, I liked her a lot, but neither of us ever planned on settling down and marrying another woman some day. We discussed it before, we both envisioned the house in the suburbs with a family and a husband.

“Maybe we should just be friends. With benefits?” She grinned.

“I think I like that.” I smiled back. It made sense to me. For the past month I had been struggling to define us. I didn’t want to see anyone else, but I couldn’t stop myself from look at men, fantasizing about them. I wasn’t about to run out and get laid the next day, but I missed the feeling of a hard cock pushing deep inside of me.

“Good. It’s not that I want to see anyone else. It’s just that…I don’t know how to put it. I’m not a lesbian. I’m definitely bisexual, but not a lesbian.” She leaned back against the bathroom counter. She reached out for me and I move in front of her. I opened my arms and we embraced. Our busty, curvy and soft feminine bodies only separated by the thin fabric that made up our tiny, skimpy dresses. I could feel her heat. I could smell her sweetness.

Technically, we were broken up but we looked at each other. We didn’t say anything, we didn’t need to. She pushed my red bangs out of my eyes. I moved my lips close to hers we kissed. Her soft lips pressing against mine.

We smile in between kisses. We giggle like school girls as our hands explore each other. With her, it’s always fun.

I kiss her neck. I kiss the cleavage flowing out of her tiny dress. The cleavage that I know so many men will stare at later, if we ever make it to the club.

She pulls the low cut neck line of her dress to the side and she isn’t wearing a bra. I can’t keep my mouth away from her nipples, teasing the brown nipples with my tongue, then nibbling them gently with my teeth. With her it’s so easy. I don’t feel like I have to put on a show or be someone else. It’s natural with her.

Without stopping our kisses, we stumble out of my bathroom and in to my bedroom. In the process, she unzips the back of my dress and it slips down to my stomach as we climb on to my bed. She takes control, climbing on top of me, kissing me. She kisses my lips, then my neck, then it’s her turn to kiss my cleavage.

She pulls cup of my black strapless bra out of the way with a violent motion, so quick that I thought she broke the bra. She’s not as gentle with my breasts, groping them roughly, biting on them not so gently and it makes me moan.

I roll over until I’m on top of her, then kiss my way down her body. Her dress is already scrunched up around her hips, revealing the tiny black g-string that covers her lips. I’m careful to avoid it with my fingers and with my tongue. I kiss and massage every inch of her thighs, her hips, teasing her until she looks down on me. She doesn’t have to say anything. I know it’s her look that says stop playing around.

I pull the soft nylon fabric to the side and her bare pussy is waiting for me. I tease a little more, avoiding her lips with my kisses until I can’t take it anymore. I have to push my tongue between her wet lips. I have to slid my finger into her wetness to make her moan.

I want to make her moan louder. My tongue finds her clit, I use two fingers to fuck her and I hit my goal.

I wonder if my neighbors can hear. What do they think when they hear two women moaning. I’m sure by now they know my moans of pleasure. Mine are soft, long ones that turn into cries. Hers are quick, almost screams, almost laughter, each time I hit a spot that she likes.

She opens her legs more and I use my fingers and my mouth to work her clit. Her moans are louder and closer together.

Her body pushes against my tongue and she lets out one long moan. I feel satisfied just making her orgasm.

She giggles as her orgasm finishes. She looks down at me and smiles. “Okay, you ready to go now?”

“You better be joking.” I smile back.

“Nope. We have to go or we’ll be late.”

She starts to sit up, but I wrestle her, attempting to keep her on the bed. She works out daily, she’s much stronger than me, but she let’s me win. She pushes me on to my back and open my legs for her.

She teases me, like I teased her. The only difference is that I don’t know if she’ll ever do more than just tease me. I could see her making me late until after we go out and come back home to satisfy me.

Luckily, she does more than just tease me. She gives in and pulls my black and white satin and lace thong off. And kisses her way up my thighs, this time kissing her way to her mouth finds my cunt.

She slides her tongue into me, into my wetness while her finger teases my clit. It’s enough to start my moaning.

She uses her tongue and her fingers to work all of me, but it’s mostly her fingers. She ends up using one hand to work my clit, massaging it with one or two fingers. The other hand, she uses two fingers to fuck me.

My moans become louder and louder. She slides her fingers that were inside of me, underneath me. My moans are replaced by nervousness, my heart beats fast as she slides the finger between my ass cheeks.

She knows that I like anal and she’s finally exploring that side of me. The tip of her finger just brushes against my asshole and it’s enough for me to orgasm. It’s a quick, but very powerful orgasm that takes my breath away.

I feel like I’ve passed out and when I open my eyes, Nicole is looking at me. “You like that?”

I shook my head yes, unable to use my mouth to form words.

We were an hour late for our friend’s birthday party, but no one notice or if they did, they didn’t say anything. It was at a club and they probably thought we were just lost in a crowd.

Multiple men hit on us that night. I got two numbers, one from a guy who I might call. However, at the end of the night, Nicole and I went back home together and repeated our adventure from earlier in the night. I think our friends did notice when we left after just an hour at the club, but neither Nicole nor I cared.

“Yeah, I suppose you could call him my ex.” We had never defined our relationship beyond friends with benefits, so I’m not sure we would call each other ex’s.

“He really wanted you.” She said with a naughty grin.

“I know, I felt kind of bad when we were leaving. The look on his face said that he didn’t understand why I was leaving with you.” I felt bad because I never really told him why I didn’t have time to see him anymore.

“Do you think he knows that we’re, um, I don’t know how to describe what we are.” I couldn’t describe what we were either. The reason I didn’t have time for Austin was because Nicole and I spent almost every night together and really just about any time we had free with each other. Neither of us were defining this relationship either. I wasn’t about to change my relationship status on Facebook to tie my name with her. I don’t think our parents would understand that. But we were more than just friends with benefits.

“I think he thought that he did something wrong, that I was mad at him or something.”

We made it to my apartment without either of us falling down and went straight to my bedroom. Our kisses became intense as we rolled around my bed. Her kisses made me stop analyzing our relationship status, at least for a few minutes.

Our clothes came off, piece by piece until there was nothing to separate our flesh. I tried to stop thinking about our relationship and just enjoy what was happening. Our hands explored each others feminine bodies, our mouths and tongues teasing each other.

I knew that we would never be married and settled down with a house in the suburbs. For both of us, it’s our first real relationship with another woman, however there’s still that attraction to men. She hadn’t said it, I didn’t say it, but it was obvious that we were still attracted to men. If Nicole wasn’t there tonight, I probably would’ve gone home with Austin. At the bar, a number of men hit on Nicole. I could tell she liked the attention.

She rolled on top of me, her body grinding against mine. I wished that she had a hard cock, a hard cock that she could use to pound my cunt and fill with cum. Besides the lack of categorization of our relationship and how long it might last, it was my confusion about how much I still wanted men. While I talked to Austin tonight, I imagined sneaking off to the bar bathroom with him and having a quickie in one of the stalls.

Nicole has a beautiful face, amazing body that guys love to look at and so do I. I’ve never been more attracted to a woman, yet I still think about cock. I still fantasize about getting fucked by men. Her tongue was between my legs, working my clit and making me moan so loud that I’m sure my neighbors heard. Yet, I was still thinking about a man. I’ve never been more happy in a relationship. I enjoy spending time with her, talking to her for hours, yet I still want to get fucked by a hard cock.

Already, she knows exactly how to make me moan. She knows how to make me climax. When it was my turn to make her climax, I rolled on top of her. I wished that I had a cock to fuck her, instead I rubbed my body against her. As I kissed her, we dry humped like teenagers, except all of our clothes were off.

I planned on going down here, but instead I slid my hand down between her legs. I felt her warmth, her wetness. She opened her legs for me and I gently pushed into her, feeling how tight she was, how wet she was. I finger fucked her, slowly at first. When she started to moan, I started to fuck her faster. I started to finger fuck her as hard as I could.

I was on top of her, our bodies working together as I fingered her. This was as close as it was going to come to one of us actually fucking the other. She closed her eyes, a smile formed on her face.

I thought about taking out my dildo, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment by getting out bed and hunting through my dresser for it. Plus, I didn’t want to bring a cock into the relationship. Her moans told me that I didn’t need it.

Hearing her moan, feeling her underneath me sweating, I forgot about Austin. I can’t say that I completely forgot about men, I no longer had the urge for a quickie in some dirty bathroom stall. She climaxed and I realized that I could just enjoy this, I could just have fun and see where it goes. This wasn’t as serious as I was making it. We were just two young women exploring our sexuality and having a good time along the way.

I don’t think she expected anything to happen either. We were just friends. Fooling around with other females was fun, but she wanted to find a new boyfriend and I have multiple men already in my life.

Christmas Eve we were enjoying a bottle of wine, but neither of us drinking enough to lose an inhibitions. Definitely not drunk like when we fooled around last summer. However, something happened. One minute we sitting on the couch watching a random Christmas classic on tv and the next we’re kissing.

They were soft kisses filled with lust and desire. With her parents asleep on the other side of the house, we made out like teenagers on the couch, afraid at any moment they would wake up and catch us in the act.

Our kisses became more powerful. Our arms wrapped around each other, locking our bodies in a passion knot.

“We should go to my room.” Nicole said as she looked down the hallway to her parents’ room.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Definitely.”

She took me by the hand and we didn’t just walk back to her bedroom, we ran as quick as we could without making noise on the hardwood floor. She closed the door behind me and smiled. I gave her the same kind of naughty grin back.

I was turned on. My panties soaking wet, my heart pounding. Being alone with her in her bedroom brought back all of the memories from when I lived at home and was sneaking home boys or sneaking into boyfriends’ bedrooms.

We stood in front of her bed, making out like college freshman who suddenly didn’t have any parental supervision.

I hadn’t wanted a woman the way I wanted her since Jill, my best friend from high school. Our kisses were soft, almost romantic but still full of lust. I was overcome with desire, but also wondering if this was more than just a late night hook-up.

We climbed on to the bed together, me on top of her like I was the guy. Except with Jill, all of my lesbian encounters had just been experimentation or sex. This felt more like what I felt with Jill. This was more than just hooking up.

Our hands ran all over each others feminine bodies. Her hand, her soft, gentle hand found my breast and caressed as we kissed. It wasn’t like being felt up by a guy.

I felt her breasts through her tank top, not as large as mine but still full and caught the attention of many men.

I slid my hand between her legs, I couldn’t feel anything more than the thick fabric of her jeans, but it was a sign of what was to come.

We made out on her bed for at least half an hour, probably closer to an hour. Looking down at her, her beautiful face, enticing green eyes, I couldn’t believe I was fooling around with her. Our soft, curvy bodies grinding together. Our lips locked together, no need to worry about getting a face scratched by a guy with a five o’clock shadow.

We rolled around on the bed until I couldn’t back anymore. I wanted more than just making out. Making out and heavy petting with clothes on was fine when I was experimenting with my girl friends in college, but I wanted more.

I pulled down the front of her tank top, revealing the front of her black and white lace bra. I kissed the soft cleavage that disappeared into her bra cups. I caressed her breasts in the bra, but afraid I might be pushing it too fast for her, my mouth moved to her neck, then to the safety of her lips.

We stayed like that until she started to tug on my top. I pulled it off and threw it on the floor next to my bed. I wished I was wearing something sexier than a purple sports bra, but she didn’t care. She pulled me back down to her and kissed me.

I kissed her mouth, her cleavage, her flat stomach, then I pulled down the straps of her bra to free her tits. It was a moment for me that this was real, not just sill games of make out.

Her perky brown nipples called for me, I couldn’t resist taking them in my mouth as I caressed her chest.

She had her hands in my sports bra, feeling my chest, trying to get it off. I pulled it off and never felt so turned on being topless in front of someone.

She took my breasts in her hands and gently caressed them, exploring every inch of them with her hands, then mouth. She teased my nipples with her lips and tongue until I let out soft moans.

We made out topless on her bed for way too long. I felt like the guy, I had to keep everything moving or nothing would happen. As we kissed, I undid the top button of her jeans. I slid my hands into her jeans, into the soft, warm fabric of her cotton panties. I didn’t stop until I found her hot, soaking wet pussy with my fingers. I fingered her, the way guys fingered me when they were trying to push the action higher. She moaned, her kisses became stronger, her hands on my body became more forceful.

I pulled her tight jeans off next, struggling to get them off, but it was worth the effort to see her, sexy, athletic body in front of me in just a pair of blue panties. I couldn’t resist exploring her near naked body, kissing every inch of bare skin, caressing every curve.

She pushed her panties down, then I pulled them off. This was the point where it went from fooling around with a friend to something more.

We looked at each other nervously, but with full of lust. She opened her legs for me and I positioned myself between them.

I tried to tease her, kissing her thighs, but I couldn’t stay away from what we both wanted. I kissed her wet pussy, tasting her sweet juices and feeling her heat. I slid my tongue between her lips and felt her wetness.

I found her clit with my tongue. I had gone down on her before, but that was while I was drunk and more for the entertainment of the guys around us. This time I ran circles around her clit with my tongue, flicking it rapidly to give her pleasure and nothing else.

I buried my mouth between her legs, working her with my tongue and lips. Her moaning started out softly, but grew and grew. I was glad her parents’ room was on the other side of the house, however if they were to walk by her room right then I’m sure they could’ve heard us. However, I don’t think either of us would’ve cared.

I worked her exactly the way I liked to be worked. I used my tongue to pleasure her clit and two fingers to fuck her. Her body started to thrust against my tongue and fingers. Her breathing became heavier. Her tits rose and fell with each heavy breath. She squeezed my shoulder to the point it hurt. Her body became stiff, her back arched and she came. She orgasmed with soft moans, almost like cries.

Her body became weak and she collapsed onto the bed, completely relaxed. I sat up and I couldn’t stop smiling. I was proud of my work, excited where this might be going between the two of us.

I wanted my turn, but it was late and I was pretty tired. However, when she sat up and kissed me, my body chased away the exhaustion. We weren’t done yet.

“Time to get rid of those jeans,” she said with a grin.

I took them off and laid down on her bed in just my blue and gray cotton and lace panties. Her hands, her mouth were all over me now, exploring my curvy body. I felt like she was worshiping me with her mouth.

My panties came off and she climbed on top of me as we made out again. Her body was light compared to any man that had been on top of me. We bumped and grinded our bodies together like there was hard cock in the middle of us. I wished that she had a cock to fuck me with. I wanted to feel her inside of me so badly. I wanted to fuck her so badly.

Her kisses went down my neck, explored my tits, across my stomach and across my bare pubic area. I wanted her to go down on me, but she was able to tease me more than I could tease her. She kissed my thighs, she licked them and every inch of skin around my pussy before she gave me what wanted.

I bit my lip, trying to suppress the moans that wanted to escape my mouth. She slid her tongue between my lips and lapped like it was a delicious dessert.

She added in her fingers after a few minutes, finding my clit with the tip of two fingers and massaging it. She sent waves of pleasure through me almost instantly. The feeling started to build and build inside of me.

She stopped licking my lips and focused on my clit. The combination of her tongue and her fingers was too much for me. I couldn’t control my moans anymore.

I grabbed a hold of my tits and squeezed as the pleasure took me over. I came. I orgasmed hard. It wasn’t a run of the mill orgasm, it took me in it’s grip and swept me away. I forgot completely where I was until it was over and her head was resting on my stomach.

I have no idea what Nicole thinks, what she thinks of me or where this is going, but I’m okay with that if it means more nights with her that end up like that.

I had all sorts of ideas for Halloween costumes. I wanted to be a sexy Jessica Rabbit or dress up like Christina Hendricks on Mad Men because everyone says I look like her. However, I procrastinated like usual and ran out of time to go buy a costume. Instead, I took out the beer maiden costume from last year. It’s the perfect costume for a bartender and I know men love it’s low cut front and how short it is.

My shift was fair uneventful, but it’s what happened afterward that made things worth writing about. It ended up being a slow night and just Cindy and I worked til close. For a long time I hated Cindy, she slept with a guy I thought was mine. However, in the months after that incident, I realized how he was more at fault and Cindy and I had a lot in common. I wouldn’t say we’re close friends, but we’ve become friends.

The owner was away Halloween night, so there was more drinking than usual among the staff. By the time we closed the front doors, I had more than a buzz and so did Cindy and our extremely sexy supervisor Tony. Normally, he’s fairly serious, making sure we stay focused on our work. Tonight, he was distracted.

It started with Tony saying, “Opps, I dropped a glass.” It dropped on to the rubber mat behind the bar.

Cindy not so innocently bent over to pick it up in her equally as short beer maiden costume not covering her ass and tiny white g-string.

“I like that,” Tony said.

I rolled my eyes. Cindy being Cindy. From stories and what she had told me, I knew she was a slut like me. However, she was a lot more out in the open about it.

“Is there any chance I could see your tits?” Tony asked both of us.

“How drunk are you?” Was my response.

“Sure.” Was Cindy’s response. Without any hesitation, she pulled her fake tits out of her costume.

They looked at me, I wasn’t nearly drunk enough for this, but Tony was hot. I did the same. I wondered if the security cameras were on.

I thought it would end right there, however Tony had other plans. He found a bottle of chocolate liqueur and poured the creamy liquid on to my nipple. Like any other command he gave as our boss, he ordered Cindy to clean it up.

She licked it off, not in an sexual way, but in a playful way. What she did next was not playful. It was very sexual. She kissed me.

I wouldn’t say I was ever attracted to her, not many women do it for me the way men do. However, her kiss woke me up and grabbed my attention. First just soft, gentle kisses. Then hard, lust filled kisses that goes along with making out.

She pushed me against the bar counter, her body pressed against mine, her tits pressed against mine. Was this really happening? How many shots had I done?

Her hands caressed my tits, her mouth found my nipples. I hadn’t been this turned on in a long time.

She slid her hand up my dress as we kissed. She felt the lace fabric of black thong. The very wet lace fabric.

I ended up laying on the bar, Cindy between my legs taking my panties off. Tony came up from the other side and started to kiss me, started to grope me. I realized then that this wasn’t some spur of the moment thing. They planned this.

She rubbed my clit, licked my pussy. He sucked on my nipples. I started to melt. They had been spending a lot of time together, I started to wonder if they had something going on outside of work.

Tony and Cindy kissed, there was definitely something going on between them. She opened up his jeans and it wasn’t long before they were on the floor. She pulled his boxers out of the way and released his long, thick cock.

He was semi-hard and Cindy started to stroke it. I couldn’t resist doing the same, feeling his strength, wanting to feel him inside of me.

“I want to titty fuck you.” He looked at me.

“Maybe we should go back to my place,” Cindy said. “It’s a lot more private there.”

A week or two ago, I may have avoided this whole situation and gone home. Now, I had no problems getting in Cindy’s car and going back to her place. The slut had been re-released. As soon as we were in the privacy of her living room, with a grin, I got on to my knees in front of him. I could only imagine the rumors that would fly after this.

She held him from behind, kissing his neck as his cock slid between my tits. His thick cock filled the space between my tits, I held them close together as I moved my body for him to slide between my soft mounds of flesh.

Eventually, she got on to her knees next to me and did the same. I couldn’t resist kissing her nipples, running my tongue along the edge of her nipple, then feeling the weight of her chest in my hands. I cupped and caressed them, surprised by how real they felt for how fake I knew they were.

We took turns licking, kissing, then sucking his cock. At first we just slid our wet lips up and down part of his shaft. However, it was like a challenge to see which of us could go further down his long, thick shaft. I think the winner was Tony.

I wanted to taste his cum so bad. I wanted to feel his cum explode on to my face. He didn’t explode on my face, instead I felt hot cum shoot into my mouth, wave upon thick wave of his bitter, sour, yet so delicious cum. I took in every drop not, letting any spill out.

I thought we were done, Cindy had other ideas. She took his semi-hard cock from my mouth and took it in hers. She sucked on it, she stroked it until he was rock hard again.

“I want to fuck her.” He looked at Cindy when he said it.

She nodded her head yes.

He sat on the couch, I sat down on top of him. There was no foreplay. There was no teasing. I lowered myself on top of him, sliding my wet cunt down his shaft, feeling him fill me with thickness, then length.

I rode him hard, grinding myself against him. I bounced up and down on his dick, my tits bouncing up and down for his viewing pleasure.

Cindy went to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of tequila. She came back and kissed me, then poured a shot in my mouth. Cindy rubbed my clit. I would never look at her the same again.

I wanted him to explode inside of me. I needed him to fill me with cum, but Cindy needed a turn too. She handed me the bottle of liquor, then climbed on top of him. The way she rode him. The way they interacted, I knew this wasn’t their first time together.

I took a turn on the receiving end next. I laid down on the plush love seat and he climbed on top of me. He pushed my legs back and pushed his cock deep into me. There was no starting off slow. He pounded my cunt with his cock. He dick drove moans out of my body.

He took off my dress, he wanted to see me naked. I took off my bra. It felt weird being completely naked in front of my coworkers. Coworkers I had never imagined something like this happening with them.

I watched him bend her over and fuck her in the ass. Her face showed signs of pain, but she took him with no complaints. Clearly not her first time doing anal. We had a lot in common.

He grabbed me by the arm and bent me over next to her. He pushed his cock in my ass and I felt a sharp pain as he pushed into my ass. A pain that didn’t go away completely as he fucked my ass.

He jack hammered my ass from behind, quick, hard thrusts deep into me. I kept waiting for him to come. Two women, he must’ve had some magic power to keep himself from coming.

They made out as he fucked my ass. They made out like lovers.

My ass was sore, my ass hurt from the repeated attack. I finally had to ask him to stop. He did, but he wanted something in return.

He stood in front of us, Cindy got on her knees no questions asked. I lowered myself not ready to cross this line.

She leaned forward without any hesitation and took him in her mouth. Clearly not her first time doing ass to mouth. I took a turn.

“Hold your faces together.” Tony ordered.

Our faces pushed against each other, our bodies rubbing against each other. I could feel her heat.

She stroked his cock, seconds later he leaned it forward. He pushed it in our faces and exploded. Globs of cum shot out. He coated my lips with cum, shot goo on my cheeks and did much the same to Cindy.

Cum dripped on to my tits, Cindy cleaned it up with her fingers. Then cleaned my mouth off with her mouth.

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t say anything until Tony went off to the bathroom, leaving just the two of us alone.

“So, are you too?” I asked.

“Just friends.”

“Fuck buddies?”

“You could say that.”

“Anytime you want to do that again. Count me in.”

Deep Pleasures is available for download at Amazon and in other formats at Smashwords. It’s $2.99, a little bit more expensive than my other stories but I put my heart and soul into it. I think it’s my highest quality writing yet, along with the hottest story that I’ve ever written.

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Redhead sex blogger, Anal Amy is back with another adventure, this time it’s a steamy girl on girl fantasy with sultry brunette named Tori. Together, the two of them tease the men at a crowded dance club, before making their way back to a hotel room for some added privacy. Amy craves cock, but she’s willing to learn the finer parts lesbian seduction. It’s satisfying, but Amy wants more and her friend knows it. That’s why she packed a strap on dildo for this getaway.

Excerpt from Deep Pleasures:

“What?” I pulled my lips away from her pussy. “What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just that there’s something else that I want to try.”

“Like what?” I had no clue what she had in mind. I watched as she climbed off the bed and dug into her suitcase.

She pulled out a red, rubber dildo and I grinned. Then came the leather straps and my grin grew even bigger. “You told me that you’ve used a strap on before,” I said, “but I didn’t think we would use it together.”

“Of course I had to pack it, just on the off chance that something like this happened. I want you to use it on me. I want you to fuck my ass, show me how good anal can feel.”

I felt the wetness between my legs grow, my heart started beating hard again. “I would love to.”

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Friday and Saturday, I did manage to peel off some time to explore the shopping and try my luck at gambling (I landed in Vegas with $100 to gamble and I left with $106 of that money.) and saw how people in Vegas like to dance the night away. However, most of my time was spent on the conference hall until Sunday night, then I was finally allowed to run free for more than a couple of hours. That’s all I needed to have some very naughty fun.

Sunday night, the VP took our team for a celebration dinner and as a way of saying thanks for all of our hard work. After dinner, we all broke up into little groups and went our own ways to explore the vices of the city. I ended up venturing over to the Stratosphere with my boss, Brian. This is Brian that I’ve had a crush on since he interviewed me. The Brian who I’ve written fantasies about and used my sex toys thinking about. And the Brian who very happily married to a very hot wife. At one of the bars below the Stratosphere, I was forced to endure a phone call between Brian and said wife.

However, up in the tower I saw a different side of him. Maybe it was the Jack and Cokes that he was drinking solidly for the last few hours or maybe it was because the dress that I had picked out especially for Las Vegas showed off a lot more of me than anything I ever wore to the office. I was wearing a shimmery black dress that clung to waist and was so low cut that most of the bras I owned wouldn’t work with it. It was the kind of outfit that I wore when I wanted attention…and more.

“You can see all of Vegas from here.” I said as we stared from the tower at the blinking lights and concrete buildings that filled the city below us.

“There’s our hotel and there’s where the conference was.” He pointed.

And then in slow motion, we looked at each other. Our flirting had toned down since my first few months of working under him, there was still some sort of tension there. Our coworkers even saw it, calling him my “work husband.”

I looked into his brown eyes and he looked into mine, he leaned forward and so did I. With the sound of screaming from the rides on the tower in the background we kissed. It was a quick kiss, but it was long enough to set my body on fire.

Then he pulled back, way back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m a little buzzed.”

“Me too.”

We said almost nothing else as we rode down the elevator. We didn’t say anything until we were waiting for a taxi.

“Where do you want to go next?”

Your hotel room. I thought, but instead said, “I don’t know.”

“Want to go see if we can catch up with everyone back at New York, New York.”

We found some of our coworkers and when a couple of us went one way to try our luck at the slots, he went another. I didn’t realize that he disappeared until I was wandering around and around the casino looking for him. I didn’t find him, but after a couple of spins around the casino floor, I was appreciating the plenty of other male options to keep me interested.

However, none of them where what I was looking for. I got a couple of smiles, a very friendly bartender, but I kept looking for Brian. Unfortunately, I found out the next day that he had called it an early night and went back to his hotel room. Fortunately, I found someone else to keep me company. Her name was Samantha.

“How’s it going?” She was sitting next to me, playing the same game as me. She was the dirty blonde version of me, maybe a few years older, but we had very similar bodies. She was curvy like me, maybe not as thick but she filled out low cut top and tight skirt, and yes I was checking her out.

“Alright, this machine isn’t exactly working in my favor.”

“This one isn’t much better.”

“Have you seen a cocktail girl?” I held up my glass, it was empty.

“Not for a while, want to go find a place to get a drink?”

At this point, I was just happy to have someone to hangout with. We had way too much to talk about because we had way too much in common. She lived in Florida too. We had similar degrees. By our third or fourth drink together, I felt like she was my best friend. The only difference was that she was married and well, I’m definitely not.

We alternated the slots machine and the nearest bar for a while, but neither of us were winning or losing any money besides what we spent at the bar.

We walked about ten feet away from our slot machines when I heard cheering. “What’s that?” I asked about the crowd standing around the table.

“Craps.”

“How does it work?”

“The real simple answer is that you throw a dice, if it lands on the numbers you bet on, you win.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“It is. Do you want to try it?”

“I don’t know, I’m not sure if it’s a game for me.”

“Well, let me give it a try. I’m feeling lucky tonight. No, not in that way.” She said with a smile.

A few minutes later, she had made her bet and had the dice in her hand. “Blow on them for luck.”

“So cheesy.”

“Just do it.”

I did it and she won, so we kept going. I’m not sure how much she won, but she quickly won the majority of the tosses.

“You are my lucky charm.”

“So cheesy.”

“I know, but it’s Vegas. I’m allowed to be cheesy.”

“So, what’s next?”

We ended up exploring our drink options, ending up at one of the many bars. That was followed with some drunken Blackjack, where neither one of us was very lucky.

We were heading to the bar for another round when we spotted her husband, Chris at a poker table. I don’t usually like shaved heads, but it worked for him. And he had this million dollar smile that made me blush. I knew it was her husband, I knew nothing would ever happen but I instantly had an innocent crush on him.

“He’s hot.” I said after we walked out of earshot.

“So are you.” I was a little surprised and it made me blush, but I liked where this was going. I was one hundred percent sure that I was going to be sleeping alone in my room tonight, now I started to wonder if that might not happen.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the hot one.”

We walked into the bar and were surrounded by strangers who were also trying to get a drink. It was so crowded that our bodies were pushed together.

“I don’t usually do this.” She said and my heart started to beat fast. “But this is Las Vegas and I’m a little bit drunk.” She moved her mouth closer to my ear and whispered. “Do you want to go come back to my room. He would just watch…maybe a little more.”

“I don’t usually do things like this either.” I said with a smile. I think if I didn’t have such a buzz, I would’ve been more hesitant or needed more time to think about it. But I almost instantly answered, “I would love to.”

“Do you want to skip the drinks?”

“Yeah.”

She grabbed my hand and led me out of the crowd. The instant her soft hand became tangled with mine, a hot energy started to flow through my body.

We found her husband again and she whispered in his ear. I don’t know what he said, but he looked up at me and turned back towards the table. “I’m out.” He said as he stood up.

In the elevator, the steamy button was pressed. As soon as the door closed, she pulled me closer. It was so quick. I put my hands on her hips. Her hands guided my mouth to hers and we kissed. Her lips were gentle, but it was full of lust. It was even hotter because her husband was standing three feet away, watching us as we kissed all of the way up to the twentieth floor.

In their room, the first thing that I went for, wasn’t their bed. Instead, I was distracted by the bright lights out their window. Samantha came up from behind me and wrapped her arms around me. She kissed my neck. “It’s an amazing view.”

“I think I saw it in the tour brochure. I have a view of parking lots.”

She quickly made me forget about the view. She led me to her bed and we both sat on it. My lips found hers and I closed my eyes. Our lips battled and our tongues explored each others mouth. The ride up in the elevator was steamy, but this was hot.

It didn’t stop with just kissing. As our lips wrestled, our hands explored each other. At first, it was innocent, but quickly her hands slid up my dress. It almost seemed too fast, but when her fingers brushed against the soft fabric of my black thong, I forgot about any inhibitions that I might have.

Her fingers moved the fabric of my thong out of the way and she dipped two fingers inside of my already very wet pussy. Our kissing stepped it up a notch or two instantly when she entered me.

My hand slid into her skirt. I expected to feel the fabric of her panties, instead I found the soft skin of her lips. I almost pulled my hand back, I was surprised, but I pushed forward and inside of her. She was just as wet as me.

I felt awkward and turned on with him just sitting in a chair and watching. I felt like I was on television and that I had to think about every move, but having him watch made me feel very sexy.

Her hands moved to the top of my dress and pushed it open to reveal my cleavage. She kissed my cleavage and caressed them through my bra before returning to my pussy. This wasn’t her first time with another woman. She knew exactly what she was doing to make me moan.

She was the aggressive one and I was more than willing to let her do whatever she wanted with me. She pushed me on to my back and climbed on top of me like a guy would. Our bodies started to grind together as we kissed and her hands fondled my tits.

She fingered me again, harder this time like she was fucking me with her fingers. Her other hand found my boob and squeezed hard. My moans went from quiet to loud. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. This was the last thing that I thought would happen on this trip.

She pulled down the cup of my bra and licked my nipple. She nibbled on it and bit until it started to hurt. I felt weak in her hands.

I looked at her husband and his cock was out of his pants. He wasn’t doing anything yet, but he was already rock hard and I was thinking about what it would be like inside of me.

She freed my other nipple and attacked it with her mouth. I wanted to do the same to her. I wanted to make her moan with my fingers and explore her tits with my mouth, but she was overwhelming with pleasure and I wasn’t going to make her stop.

She pushed my dress up and exposed my pussy to the room. I didn’t see Chris get up from the chair, but I felt his strong fingers on my clit. Together, they filled my body with pleasure.

“Time to get these out of the way.” She pulled off my thong and threw it behind her.

“I won’t be needing those anytime soon.”

She pushed my legs further apart and got down on her knees between my legs. “I want a taste.” Her tongue pushed between my lips and I knew this was the hottest bisexual experience that I had ever had.

I had fooled around with other girls before, taking turns going down on each other, but it was mostly just out curiosity. Things had been awkward and all too often unsatisfying. She knew exactly what she was doing with her tongue. I bit my lip and enjoyed her talents.

Chris robbed his cock against my bare leg and I took the invitation to stroke it in my hands as his wife went down on me. I felt his length and imagined him pushing inside of me.

Samantha drove me over the edge as her tongue ran circles around her tongue and at the same time his hands violated my tits. Her tongue was gentle, but powerful. His hand was strong and forceful. The combination was too much for me.

I leaned my head back and arched my body. I pushed my pussy to her mouth and felt her mouth become attached to me. She didn’t back down until after the moans had come completely out of me and I was trying to catch my breath.

She kissed her way back up to my mouth and kissed me with her very wet lips. It was a sloppy kiss and I tasted myself faintly on her.

“Look what I have ladies.” Chris had his cock above us, stroking it. “Do either of you want to give me some attention?”

“I love it.”

“Good, why don’t you suck my cock clean.”

I wrapped my lips around his semi-hard cock and tasted his hot cum. It was salty, slightly bitter and 100% delicious.

“Good work. Now clean up her face.”

I kissed Kelly and tasted more of his cum, felt the goo rubbing against my own skin. It got messy at first, but eventually all of the cum was gone. However, Kelly and I weren’t done kissing. She ended up on her back on the floor with me on top of her. Our hands explored each other as our tongues battled.

I took off my top, them my bra and threw them across the floor. I sat above her, both of them looking at me. I felt so hot and the scene felt so unreal.

“Do you want to get on the bed? This floor is hurting my back and shoulders.”

“Sure.” I said as I helped her off the floor and to the bed. Cannon gave us room on the bed and Kelly laid on her back. I undid the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper. Her sheer black panties were peeking out.

With a little help, I pulled off her tight jeans. Then I peeled off her panties. Her bare pussy was waiting for me.

I kissed her lips as my fingers found her other set of lips. Her lips were so soft, so full of lust. I moved my way down her neck, teased her nipples, then past her stomach.

I slid my tongue between her lips and tasted her, sweet and tangy. I buried my tongue inside of her tasted more of her juices. I looked up and she looked so peaceful, so relaxed as I explored her with my tongue.

I moved up to her clit and I watched as her breathing became harder and listened as her moans became louder.

I felt Cannon’s hands on my belt as he undid it. He undid the button, then pulled down the zipper. I helped him take off my jeans.

With my ass in the air in front of him, wearing just my favorite red thong, I turned my focus back to Kelly’s clit.

I felt him push aside my thong and push two fingers inside of me. It felt good, but I was too busy working on Kelly to really enjoy it.

He pulled off my thong and I soon felt his hard cock rubbing against my pussy. I moaned into Kelly’s pussy as he pushed deep inside of me.

At first he gently fucked me and I was able to keep my focus on Kelly’s clit. He gave me just enough time to hit my goal.

I knew she was enjoying it, but I didn’t know if I was going to be able to make her orgasm. Then suddenly she grabbed my arm and squeezed it. I attacked her clit harder as her moaning became louder.

She arched her back and pushed her pussy against my face. I didn’t stop until her moaning stopped.

“Oh my god Amy. That was awesome.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” I smiled as I wiped her juices off of my face.

“I loved it.”

I wanted to kiss her, but Cannon wasn’t going gently on my pussy anymore. He was pounding it hard and I couldn’t move or focus on anything else.

“Get on your back and spread your legs.” Cannon ordered after Kelly climbed out from underneath me and snuck off to the bathroom.

I rolled on to my back and he climbed on top of me. He pushed my legs further apart with his then pushed his cock back inside of me.

We kissed as he drilled my pussy with his massive cock. Each hard thrust, shook my whole body and made me moan. Kelly came back into the room and watched with a smile as he fucked me.

“Deeper.” I begged as his cock teased my g-spot.

He gave me exactly what I needed and soon I was feeling my orgasm getting close. Kelly climbed back on to the bed next to me and started to kiss me. He tongue found my nipple and it might have been what sent me over the edge.

I tried to control my moans so that I wouldn’t wake up anyone else in the house, but it was almost impossible as I felt a rush of sexual energy fill me.

And then I felt something else start to fill me. He was wearing a condom, but it still felt like he was filling me with his sperm as he his cock throbbed. But the condom was still intact when he pulled himself out of me.

I think all of us wanted more, but our night was done now. The sun was starting to come up and all three of us were yawning.

“You two will have to come to another one of our shows sometime. We can have the same after party if you want.”

“Count me in.” I said as I pulled my thong back on.

“We’ll be there the next time you guys play.”

Five minutes after he came, we were dressed and headed out the door. I felt so trashy wearing the same clothes, but that early on a Sunday morning there weren’t a lot of people out to judge us as we headed back to her car a few blocks away.

We were mostly silent as we headed back towards my apartment. “I owe you an orgasm.” Kelly looked over and smiled.

“I won’t let you forget.” I pictured it being a one time thing until she said that. And imagining her between my legs was enough to make my panties a slightly damp again.