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Not even sure what he had just done, he slowly removed his
fingers from her cunt and gently rubbed around on her pussy. His
thoughts were on other things he had read, wondering what he was
supposed to do next. There was one thing that he thought she
might like, that he dearly wanted to do for her, but had no idea
at all how to start. “Just try, I guess,” he thought and he
slowly lowered his face to her pussy. It took her a few moments
to realize what he was going to do, being totally unprepared for
it since she knew that he had never been with a woman before.
The fragrance of her cunt was overwhelming and he knew that
he just had to taste her. He caressed her cunt lips with the tip
of his tongue, driving her mad with desire. Pushing his tongue
into her cunt, he tried again to find her clit. Just as with his
hand earlier, he didn’t know whether he did or not. She knew.
He did. She went off again, pushing her cunt up against his face
as he tongue fucked her for all he was worth. God, he hoped he
was doing this right!




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Archive-title: Alice

Alice had been naughty. Her lover whom he dated recently through adult friend finder was away for the weekend and she was
bored. When Dave called her, telling you about the concert tickets he had,
she knew what he wanted, but between the boredom and wanting to see the
concert (and Dave’s build) she went.

Dave did everything he could to turn her on. He had drinks at his place
ready before she left. she sat out on the lawn at the pavilion, drinking
wine. He put his arm around her, and at every opportunity Dave touched her,
stroked her, patted her, massaged her.

He spent a good ten minutes rubbing her forearms when she talked about
typing much of the morning. He spent longer on her back, and the kiss at the
end had seemed so natural.

The three that followed were more forceful. She didn’t protest when his
hand began rubbing her breast … she rather liked it.

On the way home his hand was under her dress as he drove, teasing her
pubic mound so that by the time she reached his apartment you were wet and as
horny as she could remember being. He took her on the rug in his living room,
and then later in his big bed.

For Alice, things had gotten out of hand … and she loved it.

Dave had continued to maintain possession of either her breast or her sex
the whole drive home. When they had entered the house he had begun kissing
her in earnest as he undressed her. His tongue had explored her in ways she
had always refused to her lover, Mark. Dave had simply been insistent. He
had tongued her mouth–deeply. He had gone all over her neck, licking her
ears.

Alice had always made Mark stop when he had begun that. The sensation was
too–disturbing. Dave had simply ignored her. That alone had excited her.
The fact that she was also discovering a new erogenous zone on her body only
made matters worse.

Dave had continued. He had tongued his way down to her breasts, and
instead of liking and sucking the way Mark did, Dave had gone over her whole
breast, or rather both of them. It was flattering in a way, and just a little
gross.

Alice had been deeply aroused.

That first time in the living room, on the rug, Dave had not even waited
to completely undress her. He had taken off her bra and shirt, and then
pulled off her panties.

With her skirt bunched up around her hips he had forced her over the
footstool on her stomach and had her from behind, something she had refused to
allow Mark to do.

Her inability to control Dave made her feel terribly wanton as she allowed
him each liberty. She had come almost as soon as he had entered her, her
skirt still on, on her face, from the rear.

Dave was taking her like a bitch, she thought. The word “bitch” seemed to
excite her even more. She repeated it to herself as his hard member shoved
home, again and again.

When Dave had come, she had expected to get dressed, but instead he had
taken her to his bedroom, removed the rest of her clothes and made her assume
positions on his bed.

When she had refused, he had simply moved her to the desired position.

As she showed herself, he had stroked her mound, rubbed her breasts, and
generally tried to keep her horny.

It had worked.

He had gotten her ready to make love a second time by eating her. Alice
had resisted this. She had never allowed Mark to lick her after they had had
sex. It seemed so–Wrong.

Dave ignored her and went down on her, licking her with much more energy
than Mark did, making her come twice.

As she reached that stage of orgasm (the first time) when you lose control
of your body for a few seconds he had slid a finger up her ass and then had
continued to run it in and out of her in a fucking motion as he licked her
engorged slit.

He paid more attention to her pussy than Mark did. He licked the whole
slit, running his tongue up and down her whole length, even darting in and out
of her well fucked hole. He knew when he was getting to her and as the second
orgasm approached he went down on her with a gusto, matching each stroke of
his tongue with one from the finger in her virgin ass.

As she came the second time, Dave waited for her to relax and was in her
in a matter of two seconds.

She had come instantly, again.

Dave had settled down for a long screw. He had pulled her knees up to his
chest. He had pulled her legs straight and put them on his shoulders. He had
turned her hips on their side, screwing her all the while.

Dave had come a second time and had barely allowed her to get her breath
before his fingers were buried in her snatch.

“He’s treating me like a bitch!” She thought. The thought made her hot.

He had played her body like a violin, keeping her on the edge of orgasm
for minutes at a time.

When she had had her fourth orgasm from his fingers, he had presented his
limp organ to her face. She knew what he wanted and she looked desperately
for a way out.

She had gone down on Mark (and to both boyfriends before him), but never
after sex. She didn’t mind a clean cock, but to lick one that had just …

That was too much.

But here was Dave, and she would have to admit that she was bothered by
something he obviously thought was fine. He had already gone down on her, and
after coming in her as well.

Alice stared at the organ. Dave took the back of her head and directed
her mouth to his cock.

In the end it was easier to suck his cock than it was to refuse.

Dave’s cock had grown to its earlier proportions fairly quickly. Alice
was at least fairly sure that he didn’t expect her to let him erupt in her
mouth. When he was hard he had continued to have her suck on him, guiding her
mouth up and down, setting the tempo.

Alice had begun to worry when he had pulled it out.

Dave turned her back over on her hands and knees. She had pulled two of
the pillows from the bed to put under her arms for support. He had reached
around and was fingering her slit from behind her.

Unable to hold still, she thrust her ass back at his cock. She wanted to
feel his cock inside her and, oddly, she was thrilled to be getting it on her
hands and knees again.

The phrase, “Like a bitch!” went on and on in her head as she shoved her
bottom out to receive his prick.

Dave entered her slowly. He seemed to want to slow her down, to make his
strokes as long as possible. After four strokes, he pulled out and put his
now well lubricated cock against the rosebud of her asshole.

He had the head in before she had stopped shoving her ass back at him,
trying to recapture his cock.

Dave had held her by her hip on one side and literally by her cunt on the
other so that she couldn’t dislodge him. He had kept up the rubbing action on
her clit continuously so that she couldn’t decide if it was painful
or–terribly exciting.

Dave continued, in small strokes, to shove his cock back further into her
ass. She had taken it all.

“Like a bitch!” She thought.

He had gone into her to the hilt and rested a moment before beginning to
fuck her ass.

“like a bitch!” Alice thought.

He had made her come from the dual pressure of his hand on her clit and his
prick in her ass.

“I’m coming, Like a bitch!’” She thought as her orgasm erupted.

Dave had kept her coming for nearly three minutes. His hands had had to
hold her in place to prevent her gyrations from unseating him.

Finally his spurting into her ass ended things and the two fell in a
semi-swoon on his large bed.

Half an hour later Alice had put on her skirt and blouse, her underwear
stuffed into her purse.

Dave had driven her home just before two in the morning. She had kissed
him in the car and walked up her steps to her house feeling very confused and
very satisfied.

Seeing Mark sitting in the chair in the living room had nearly stopped her
heart.

Alice’s dress was wrinkled to death. Even if she had stopped to use
Dave’s bathroom thoroughly, the dress alone would have shown what she had been
up to.

Mark stood up and asked if there was any point in his staying. Alice had
burst into tears.

Seeing Mark was a shock, but it had crystallized her feelings for her. It
was Mark she wanted, and she told him that.

“Mark, I know I’ve hurt you, but I do love you. I’ll do anything to get
you to stay.”

Mark had stopped. “Really? Anything?”

“Yes. Anything.” Alice had managed to get both sorrow and defiance into
her voice at the same time.

“If I stay,” Mark began, “I want an end to all your hangups about sex. If
you can screw around on me–”

“It wasn’t …” Alice began and thought better of it.

“You can stop telling me that things I want are dirty.” Mark continued.
“That’s the first thing.”

“O.K. Mark, just don’t leave.”

“Second, you can spend the rest of the week showing me that you’ve turned
over a new leaf.”

“I will, Mark, I will.”

“Third, You’ll have to pay for tonight, any way I think you should.”

Alice thought of what she knew of Mark, and decided that she could endure
anything that he might come up with.

“Whatever you think is fair, Mark. Just remember I love you.” Alice
answered.

“We’ll see how much. Take off your clothes.”

Alice had been afraid of this. The phrase, “Like a bitch.” now had a new
meaning to her.

She had turned her back to Mark and taken off her shirt. She hung her
shirt on a chair, thankful that Dave hadn’t been one for hickies. She took
off her wrinkled skirt with more trepidation. Mark knew she never went out
without panties.

“Turn around.”

Alice tried to look demure. It was hard. Not only was she naked, but
freshly fucked as she was, there were still traces of Dave’s come on her …
and dripping out of her.

Alice wished fervently for a minute alone in the bathroom. She didn’t
dare ask.

“Come here.”

Alice walked slowly to him.

“Lay across my lap.”

Alice had assumed that he would want to fuck her. A spanking hadn’t even
entered her mind. She could barely remember her last spanking. She had been
in grade school and her mother had pulled down her drawers and used a hair
brush on her young ass after finding out about a fight in school.

With some genuine fear, Alice lay across his lap.

Mark didn’t begin spanking her at once. First he spread her legs and felt
the sticky dampness there. Alice blushed hotly at the shame of having mark
examine the evidence of her infidelity.

Alice tried to hold still as Mark’s fingers followed the traces up her
legs to her sex. His finger went on onto her mound, and after a second, right
into her well fucked hole.

It was while Alice was trying not to react to the shame of such an
examination that Mark slapped her ass for the first time.

“Count them.”

“One.”

And so it went to twenty-five. With each slap, Mark’s finger explored
more of her cunt. Then with his fingers in her hole, and his thumb on her
clit, Mark had begun the inquisition.

He had insisted on each detail of what she had done, leaving out only the
name of her partner. Alice was so relieved that she held nothing back …
for long.

At each new act, Alice had tried to hide how easily she had allowed
herself to be used by Dave. Each evasion brought not a new round of spanking,
but a new level of sensation on her clit.

By four A.M., weak with orgasms, Alice had told him every detail, save
one. She had not told him that she had gone down on him after he had fucked
her.

At four-thirty, Mark had allowed her a brief respite.

“I need to tell you some things.” Mark had begun, “I believe you want me
to stay, and that you love me.

“I believe you will try to change, and I’ll let your actions for the week
speak for themselves.

“I also know that you’re still holding back something. We’ll go over that
tomorrow night. I’m getting too tired.”

Alice crawled up in his lap and kissed him several times. She had never
come so many times in a single night before.

“One last thing, “Mark continued, “listening to you has made me horny. As
long as you’re naked, it seems like a waste not to do something about it.”

Mark led her to their bedroom. He stacked pillows near the center of the
bed. He positioned Alice over them. Standing to one side, he undressed.

Alice’s relief as he plunged into her pussy was short lived as he pulled
out and slid his variously lubricated cock into her ass.

THE END–

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Catherine was an easy living girl. She studied at the University of Boston and was 21. She really love to go out and have fun at parties Ц and after them as well. She was a medium-sized, very pretty, young woman. She had nice blonde hair, a bit longer than shoulder-length and pretty, a bit girlish face with a nice, seductive laugh. She had quite a slim body, with a fine ass and B-cupped breasts, that were not very big, just a nice, small handful.
At tonight’s students party she got to know one of the elder student girls. Her name was Nina, and at the age of 24 she was three years older than herself. She too was quite a funny and somehow cool and tough girl. She was dressed in very tight fitting blue jeans and a jeans blouse too, while Catherine wore a white blouse and jeans. Nina was only a very little taller than Catherine and she too had a very sportive and slim figure, her breasts were even a bit smaller than Catherine’s. She had long, black hair, reaching down well over her shoulders. Her face was really beautiful and she always had that cool expression.
The two girls had started chatting and having fun and soon Catherine got to know that Nina was strictly lesbian. Catherine had never before had any lesbian experiences. She was a bit fascinated by that women, that started flirting with her. They began an argue about what was the better sex Ц lesbian or hetero and it was not long till Nina suggested a bet: she said that she could make Catherine cum by just pleasuring her breast with her mouth. If she really made it Catherine would spend the night with her.
Catherine was in fun mood and also got very excited by that bet and so she quickly agreed and the two party girls made for Nina’s room.
“So let’s get started, Catherine. It will not take me long to make you cum. You are already mine for tonight, little hetero girl,” Nina teased her. “So open your blouse for me and give me access to my work!”
“But I want to see your tits, too,” Catherine replied. “What a pleasure for me. You are on the right way, Babe!”
The two girls loved. Catherine loved the way Nina talked. Both girls started unbuttoning their blouses. Catherine had seen a lot of naked breasts in her life, but for the first time she looked at breasts in a sexually orientated way. And somehow it made her hot. She found the quiet, flat, but very firm breasts with slightly aroused nipples really very sexy.
Nina too loved the sight of Catherine’s pair of tits. With her hands she grabbed for both breasts and let her fingers gently play.
“Which one shall I take? Hmmm. I will start where your heart is. So I take the left.”
Nina did not waste any time. Her left hand felt out Catherine’s left breast. She was very gentle and soft. Her fingers tenderly stroke over her skin, rounded the breast, teased the undersides, gently played around the sensitive area around her nipple and of course did not forget to rub her nipple. Within seconds Catherine was standing rock hard.
Catherine did not have big nipples. Even when fully erect they were rather small, but they were really sensitive. From the first moment Catherine felt a wave of pleasure sweeping through her body. She felt an arousal make her blood rush; and it were not only her nipples that showed the signs of her sexual arousal; very soon her pussy was getting moist, was getting wet with her sweat, creamy love juices. She would have loved to take her hand into her jean and use her fingers on her pussy. But she did not dare that; instead her hand went to her right breast and her own fingers started playing with her other nipple.
It was not only the very experienced and very sexy touching of Nina but maybe even more the arousing situation of doing such a naughty bet, and of doing it with another woman, of experiencing a lesbian situation for the first time.
Catherine looked down and highly aroused watched as Nina now brought her mouth to her breast. With quick and teasing butterfly kisses she covered every inch of the skin of her breasts. Her red, wet lips were eagerly kissing and the sight of it almost took Catherine’s breath.
Soon Nina’s warm, wet kisses reached the area around her nipple. She was very sensitive there. Moans escaped her mouth. Nina also used her tongue. She licked along the undersides of her breast and up again to the surroundings of her nipple. The wet, teasing, tongue circled her nipple area and over and over again touched her rock hard, erect nipple.
Catherine could not take her eyes of Nina’s beautiful face so close at he breast and at her mouth, lips and tongue that were teasing, pleasuring her breast in an experienced, arousing way, it never had been before.
With short, quick and hard licks Nina tongue now added one gear of arousal. Catherine’s already fully erect nipple seemed to grow even more. She now really moaned with lust. She stood against the wall of the room, moaned with lust and pleasure and watched Nina pleasure her breast.
Wilder and harder became Nina’s tongue licks and then her whole mouth went over her nipple. Her lips closed around the erect nipple. Her tongue still circled the nipple within her mouth, made it wet and hot, before she eagerly started sucking it.
Nina’s own nipples were rock hard now too and she could not resist her own urges and so her free hand went between her legs rubbing against her jean at her crotch area and thus giving herself a bit of additional pleasure to her meanwhile wet pussy.
The sucking made Catherine to moan constantly. She already knew that she had lost the bet and even if she would not cum, she knew one thing: that she definitely wanted to spend the night with this hot girl. But she wanted to cum and she knew she already was close to it.
Her eyes still were fixed to her own left breast, her hand still was playing with her right nipple. She saw and felt as Nina’s mouth was sucking deeper and harder, as her lips were parting more and more and so she now had not only her nipple but almost two thirds of her whole breast within her wet, warm mouth.
Nina sucked her whole breast, licked the skin of it within her mouth, circled her nipple area and licked hard against the nipple Ц all within her eager mouth.
Alone the picture of that pretty girl having almost all her breast sucked into her mouth and the feeling of the warmth and wetness made Catherine reach the edge.
Nina’s experienced mouth now went up and down her breast, going back to only her nipple and sucking it and opening up more again and suck her whole breast again. Leaving traces of wetness at Catherine’s breast skin. Always using her tongue against the erect nipple when sucking the whole breast. Over and over again the 24year old student thus pleasured her breast and her nipple, she gently bit the nipple and softly sucked, kissed and licked it and then she sucked her whole breast again into her mouth, still licking against the nipple.
A shiver of pleasure and lust ran through Catherine’s body as she reached the climax and her orgasm came really hard. With her hands she now pressed Nina’s head against her breast, her knees were week.
Her eyes were closed as the still breast sucking Nina looked up and into Catherine’s face. She could see the pure sexual pleasure in it. The lesbian student new that she had not only won the bet.
Nina softly and tenderly kissed the over-all wet breast and nipple good-bye, after Catherine’s huge orgasm had subsided a bit. She stood close to the younger student and looked deeply into her eyes.
Nina grinned: “You are mine now, I guess!” “If its all like this I will love to be yours not only for this night,” Catherine whispered still exhausted but somehow already aroused again.
Nina lay her hand between Catherine’s legs and rubbed against her pussy area. She knew how wet she would be. The two girls started kissing and Nina slowly moved her price towards her bed.
She would show Catherine that there were even better pleasures than what she had just experiencedЕ

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“What do you mean you don’t know if you’re ticklish or not? You’re
18 years old!” Bob had been dating Angela for about 2 months.
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She was
perfect – 5′5″, classic Italian looks, great body, great personality.
She was also the only child of a very wealthy car dealer in town, so she
was spoiled rotten, but had also been lonely most of her life.

“I just said nobody had ever tickled me, so I don’t know what it is
like,” she replied. “I’ve often wondered.”

“Your mother or father never tickled you as a child? Or anytime?” Bob
wondered. “No, they aren’t real touching people, so how could I have been?”

They were sitting on the side of Angela’s swimming pool. Boy, she
looked great in that blue bikini! Nobody else was home, so Bob had a great
idea. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll find out if you’re ticklish or not!”

Angela actually seemed sort of excited by the thought, and she jumped
right up and ran in the house. “Where should we go?” she asked. Bob thought
for a moment, then said “You have a four-poster bed, right?” She nodded.
“Go to your bedroom and pull the covers off of the bed, and I’ll be in in a
minute.” She ran off.

Bob went into the living room and found what he was looking for — a large
basket with long, stiff peacock feathers — and selected two of them. He
started upstairs, but then thought of something else and made a quick detour.

As Bob walked into the room holding the feathers in one hand, Angela
smiled, then asked, “Why is your other hand behind your back?” He answered,
“Well, since we don’t know if you’re ticklish, or how ticklish you are, I
thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt to make sure I didn’t accidentally get hit or
kicked if you started jerking around.” He pulled out the neckties he had found
in her father’s closet and said, “So, can I tie your hands and feet, just in
case?”

Angela looked a little unsure for a minute, but then agreed. “But if I
don’t like it, when I say STOP, I mean STOP. O.K.?” Bob also agreed.

Having Angela lay down on the bed, Bob tied one end of the necktie to her
right wrist and pulled her arm over her head to secure it to the bedpost. Going
to her left side, he did the same with her left wrist. He then repeated this
with both of her feet, leaving her bound spread-eagle and absolutely helpless.

Bob sat down on the bed next to her and said, “Are you sure you want to
do this?” She nodded her head, not quite sure what she may be in for. “O.K.!
Here goes!!!”

Taking one of the feathers, he started at her left wrist and began slowly
sliding it down her arm. She did nothing. He got closer and closer to her
underarm, until she should have been writhing in agony. She didn’t flinch. He
picked up the other feather and used both of them on her armpits, sides, and
stomach. Nothing. Not even a smile.

Now sort of disappointed, he moved down a little and ran the feathers up
and down her soft inner thighs. Her eyes widened, and she started to wiggle a
bit. “What is that?” she asked amazedly. “That, my dear, is the start of your
ticklishness.” He continued stroking her legs, and was rewarded with more
squirming and some laughter.

Tiring of this after 15 minutes, he dropped the feathers and gently took
a knee in each hand and began tweaking them. She jumped around a little, but
not much. Then he reached underneath her to grab the backs of her legs, and
did the same thing. Now, she went wild! While she laughed uncontrollably and
tried to pull out of the ties, he tickled her for another 10 minutes.

When he finished, she was panting and sweating and looked at him and said,
“I don’t think I care for being tickled. Untie me please.”

With a devilish look in his eye, he innocently commented, “But I haven’t
gotten to your feet yet!” She didn’t even want to try though, insisting he
release her.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Angie, but I can’t. I wouldn’t feel I had
fulfilled my duty to you if I didn’t help you find out if your feet were
ticklish or not!”

Pulling a chair up to the end of the bed, Bob sat down at Angela’s feet.
“You promised you would stop when I said to!” Angela screamed. “Sorry,”
was his only answer.

Taking a feather in each hand again, he began lightly running them up and
down the tops of Angela’s feet. Starting to get a smug grin back on her face,
Angela laughed and said, “Ha! Doesn’t do a thing. Now untie me!” Instead of
replying, Bob switched the feathers to the bottoms of her feet. Immediately
she regretted being smart-mouthed, and began giggling. “Please, stop. I can’t
take any more!” “No, we have to make sure you are really ticklish on your feet!
This is just the beginning!”

Taking the pencil-like tips of the feathers, he attacked her insteps and
heels without mercy, continuing for 15 minutes this way. NOW, she was begging
for him to stop. But still no relief.

Now he ran both ends of the feathers between her toes, creating a new wave
of chuckling and pleading.

Trying a new tactic, he found a ball-point pen and wrote ‘Bob loves Angela’
one each sole 5 times. “Oh, look. Your feet are dirty! I’ll have to wash
them for you!”

Going into her bathroom, he half-filled a bucket with warm, soapy water and
found a soft scrub brush. As he sat down, she realized what would happen, and
pulled even harder on the neckties, but he had tied her well.

Nearly in tears from the previous torture, she looked at him with puppy
dog eyes and said, “I beg you not to do this. Please?” He almost relented,
but something said “Why not?” So it began.

Dipping the brush into the water, he then brought it to the sole of her
right foot. “Still say ‘Doesn’t do a thing?’” he taunted. Holding the top of
her foot with one hand he scrubbed lightly but firmly across the arch, instep,
heel and under the toes of the foot, soaping it up good, but not removing much
ink. “This brush isn’t doing much good (although she had almost passed out from
being tickled so much) maybe I’ll try this nice sponge.” Thoroughly wetting the
sponge, he then applied that to her bare sole, again making her writhe and
scream.

Now he transferred his attentions to her left foot, with the same results.
She was getting tired, and crying from laughing so hard, so she just lay there,
occasionally jerking of jumping, but still unable to escape.

Her feet were now clean, and he produced a nice, fluffy towel to dry them
on. He then kissed each foot on the sole, each knee, each thigh, her tummy,
and gently licked and kissed each underarm (with the licking making her squirm
around and hoarsely whisper “PLEASE STOP”). Then he kissed her hard and long
on the lips and asked, “Are you mad at me for not untying you? ‘Cause if you
are, I can ask your feet instead!”

With a look of near-terror in her eyes, she vigorously shook her head and
said, “NO, I’m not mad!” Being bound and tickled for 2 hours left her limply
lying there when he untied her. He lay down next to her and began to caress
her face. “I think it’s time I help you find out if you’re ticklish, buddy!”
she exclaimed. He did decided it was only fair, and allowed her to tie his
wrists and ankles. He’d tell her later that he wasn’t ticklish!!!!

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I went to college in another state; I just wanted to get as far away from home as I could. My parents were very old fashioned and straight laced. They expected me to be the same and I guess I was to some extent but not as bad as them. All my life I was dragged to church every time the doors were open. When I received scholarships from several different colleges, I took the one the most distant in order to get free of my stifling parents. My roommate was a very pretty girl but she had some strange ways. The first time she came in the room I was studying at my desk. She introduced herself as Amy Henderson and I told her I was Brenda Abbott. She said she was glad I was her roommate. She was afraid she would get stuck with some geek that could only hold a man by nailing his feet to the floor. I couldn’t help but be a little flattered that she approved of me with such enthusiasm.

“Let me see your panties.”

“My panties?”

“Yeah, I want to see `em. You can tell a lot about a girl by her panties.”

“Well, they’re in that top drawer over there.”

“No, I mean the ones you’re wearing. You can also tell a lot by how a girl displays her panties when requested.”

“You mean I should pull my skirt up so you can look at them?”

“Yes.”

“But that’s so strange. I don’t normally show other girls my panties.”

“Well, you want to get along with me, don’t you? You do want us to get off to a good start?”

“Of course I do. We’re going to be together all year. I guess it’s no big deal.” I said nervously as I started to slide my skirt up my thighs.

“Well, that’s good. Pull your skirt up a little more. Turn around and bend over a little.” I think her interest in my backside is what prompted me to comply. I have a bit of excessive pride in my tight, well-rounded derriere. “Oh, your panties are perfect. I knew you’d have on virgin white with a high cut and a little bit sheer. I can see the cleft of your ass through your panties. You have a magnificent ass. It’s just gorgeous.”

Slightly embarrassed by her gushing approval, I couldn’t help but beam a little in response. I smiled over my shoulder at her. I dismissed the incident as some quirk in her about her ability to guess what kind of panties a girl was wearing. That thought relaxed me a little since it did not seem to be a sexual thing and I liked the fact that she considered me attractive enough to be her roommate. I didn’t want to mention to her that I was just a little bit of a geek. Maybe she wouldn’t notice. After all, she would never look at my report cards, would she? I felt foolish holding my skirt up for her all this time but she didn’t mention for me to drop it. She just looked at my behind with that enigmatic smirk on her face. After such a quirky start I wondered what other surprises my roommate might have but our relationship settled into something more ordinary.

Despite her concern that her roommate should be attractive to boys, Amy never dated. Not that she didn’t have offers; our phone rang incessantly with hunky sounding men asking for her. She would talk pleasantly to them but always declined their offers to go out. She discussed with me very often how dating was distracting and disastrous to the GPA which was difficult enough to maintain for girls who were not geeks. I wandered momentarily how that made us any different from geeks but when I did start receiving calls from male classmates, I declined their offers. It just sort of seemed like that was expected of me by my roommate. Then one Saturday afternoon, she started asking about my mother, what she looked like and how old she was. I replied that she was just an ordinary housewife but very religious. This somehow aroused her interest and she was adamant about seeing a picture of her. I did happen to have a photo of her and Dad so I showed it to her and she was extremely curious about my mother.

“What kind of panties does she wear?”

“Oh, Amy, I never noticed. She would certainly never allow me to see her that nearly naked.”

“But surely you went shopping with her and watched her buy intimate things.”

“I just never paid attention but I vaguely remember she just bought plain old underwear, three or four pairs to a package, mostly pink and quite full cut.”

“Do you know her bra size?”

“No, not really.”

“She looks like about a 36D in this picture.”

“That’s probably about right. She’s quite full chested for a woman of such an ordinary build.”

“I don’t suppose she ever let you suck on ‘em, huh?”

“No, that would be absurd. She would never allow me to see them, much less touch them. You just don’t understand what an uptight, Bible thumping zealot she is.”

“Mom lets me suck hers all the time.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Her breasts are enormous.”

“They…they are? What size does she wear?”

“Oh, she can’t buy ready-mades. She has to special order them; probably from some awning company.” Amy laughed so that my shocked self could recognize the joke.

“And she lets you suck on them?” I was dumbfounded to even be discussing such a thing.

“At first she didn’t want me to but I was so persistent that she finally gave in. I would lie on the couch with my head in her lap and nuzzle against them and try to get her front opened. She objected strenuously at first but gradually allowed me more and more liberties until I finally had them out playing with them and sucking on them. She grew quite accustomed to it and would immediately open her blouse when I was around and Dad was not. She was a little distraught when I went away to college because she would have no one to do that for her. That’s the main reason she’s coming to visit and she’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“My god, don’t we need to straighten things up a little?”

“No, don’t worry about that. She’ll want to do all that for us as soon as she gets here.”

“My goodness! If my mother saw the place in this state, I would never hear the last of it.”

“Mom just loves picking up after me.”

I was no sooner introduced to her mother than the woman sauntered into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. She served it to us and then went into Amy’s bedroom where her suitcase was and changed into sweats, then proceeded to clean up the living room as though she lived there. Amy was not exaggerating about the woman’s chest; each one was larger than a grapefruit and she gave an almost comical, top-heavy appearance as she scurried about, tidying up. Comical except for the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about Amy sucking on those huge titties. I grew more apprehensive as the evening wore on. Finally she seemed satisfied and sat down on the sofa. I was in the easy chair across from her. Amy came in from playing computer games and just stretched out on the couch with her head in her mother’s lap. I grew even more nervous as Amy started nuzzling against the woman’s huge chest. “Amy, what are you doing? Stop that. Brenda will see…”

“Brenda knows all about what I do to you.”

“My god, Amy, why did you tell her?”

“I didn’t want to have to sneak around while you were here. Do you want me to take them out?”

“No, we shouldn’t…not in front of her. Amy, stop.”

“You know you want it. Maybe Brenda would like to see it. She may not even believe what I do to you.”

“Well, I didn’t come here to prove anything to your roommate.”

“No, you came here to get your titties sucked and if you want ‘em sucked, you better get ‘em out, Mommy.”

“You mean that’s the only way you’ll do it? Why can’t we wait ’til we’re alone. I’ll be sleeping in your room.”

“We’re hypocrites at home because Dad’s such a straight arrow but I refuse to sneak around in my own apartment. Let me unbutton you, Mommy, don’t you want me to?”

“Oh, Amy, if you only knew how much I wanted it but please don’t embarrass me this way in front of your friend.”

Amy merely began rubbing her face against her mother’s awesome tits and, despite her discomfort with me watching, she gradually became immersed in the pleasure of having her tits sucked and forgot her objections. The woman became more aroused and shamelessly raised her arms so Amy could pull the sweat shirt over her head to display her magnificent mounds of tantalizing tit flesh, swaying back and forth in front of my mesmerized eyes. She leaned her head back over the couch as her daughter began to ravenously suck on her titties. Amy kissed them, licked them, sucked them and bit them and the mother groaned louder and louder in her tumultuous passion. She spread her arms over the back of the couch and leaned forward to offer more of her breasts to her daughter.

Completely fascinated, I leaned further and further until I found myself on my hands and knees, crawling towards the end of the sofa where Mrs. Henderson moaned in rapture. I was shocked into awareness when Amy stopped and looked at me. I felt so foolish there on my hands and knees watching her as she sucked on her mother’s tit. “Do you want one?” She asked me calmly. Then she said to her mother, “Mommy, move over a little and let Brenda sit on the other side.”

With a flashing glance of utter mortification, Mrs. Henderson complied. Amy sat up to give her room and she moved over. Her large breasts quivered all over her chest as I gazed at them in rapt fascination.

“Crawl up further on the couch.” Amy commanded me and I was not able to deny the need that completely dominated my mind. I eagerly slid up closer to Mrs. Henderson and engulfed a titty in my mouth.

“Pull your skirt up and slip your panties down, Brenda.” I was incapable of resistance. I did as she instructed, pulling my skirt up with one hand and hooking my other hand in my waistband to pull my panties down to mid thigh. Enraptured by Mrs. Henderson’s astounding tits, I did not resist as Amy put her hand behind my head and guided me into a prone position with my head in her mother’s lap. I began to run my tongue all over her huge titty while Amy’s hand strayed down to my ass. She pressed her middle finger deep into the cleft and began to rub my rosebud, driving me more and more delirious. I did not realize how sensitive my ass was to the touch of another girl’s hand. My breathing was even more labored than hers or her mother’s and they were breathing like quarter horses forced to run a mile. “Brenda, do you want me to spank you for sucking my momma without permission?” Amy asked quietly.

“No, please don’t.” I had to release a lot of titty to say that.

“If you do I’ll let you look at her pussy.”

I don’t know why that offer was so tempting. I had never thought about looking at a woman’s pussy but I was so caught up in the depravity of the situation that it seemed perfectly appropriate for Amy to make her mother take off her sweatpants and her panties.

“Will she take her sweats and panties completely off?” I hated to talk in front of the woman as though she wasn’t there but she was totally oblivious to anything except her breasts being sucked. “Mommy. Mommy! Stand up so we can take your pants off.” With just a touch of embarrassed reluctance, the woman slowly rose from the sofa and stood so Amy and I could pull her pants off.

“Do you want my girlfriend to see your pussy?”

“If she wants to, there seems to be no limits around here.”

“Then you need to sit back down and spread your legs wide so she can see good, okay?”

Then I resumed sucking her titty but my head was above the nipple I had in my mouth so I could look down at her beckoning cunt. My hand moved towards her pussy of its own volition. Soon I was masturbating the woman while sucking furiously on her big tit. I heard a loud slap and felt an intense burning in my ass cheeks, then another and another. Soon I was crying hysterically as I masturbated the mother and sucked her breasts while her daughter spanked me with a vengeance. All this combined into a crescendo of orgasmic bliss as my mind blotted out everything but the sheer intensity of my feeling. I think I was aware of groans of ecstasy coming from Mrs. Henderson and I saw Amy’s eyes shut tight as she slapped my ass one final time with her other hand under her skirt.

“Climb up on the couch and lean over the arm.” Amy said to me. “Mommy will make your ass feel better.” She declared. I could do nothing but comply and as I leaned over the arm and felt Mrs. Henderson’s hot, fetid breath on my behind and then the marvelous liquid heat of her mouth and tongue as she worshipped my ass with her mouth. “I make her do this a lot but she seems to enjoy it more each time.” Amy said. The rest of Mrs. Henderson’s stay was spent in an uninterrupted orgy and I learned to love sucking pussy. At Amy’s insistent suggestion, I even tongued her asshole and found that degrading act to be horribly humiliating and absolutely exhilarating. When Amy casually suggested that I invite my mother for a long visit, I refused, paralyzed with foreboding anxiety. Her response was to take me over her lap and wallop my backside every evening until I finally agreed to do it. At first I was only highly aroused when she took down my panties and blistered my ass but her spanking gradually became more severe until the pain far outweighed the passion, so I gave in. I called Mom at a time I knew Dad would be usually be on a business trip. She seemed jubilant that she would have something to do while Dad was away and agreed immediately. I hung up and began worrying excessively. The day before her arrival, I was cleaning the apartment from top to bottom. Amy was disgusted with me. “Why don’t you save some of that work for your mother to do?” “She spanked me when I was in diapers for leaving a toy on the floor. She’s not likely to have changed much since then.”

“I’ll do the spanking around here. You just let me handle your Mom.”

“I hope you can. You don’t know my mom.” “Maybe not but I know a lot about her type. Ensconced in her own home with her power clearly defined as probably delegated by your dad, I’m sure she was a total tyrant. But she will be a stranger here with no rituals of behavior and not completely certain how to act. She will recognize different authority here and respond to it.” Amy said with such a tone of confidence that small chills ran up my spine. The minute Mom walked in the door, Amy was very physical, hugging and squeezing and I recognized the discomfort Mom felt at being touched with such familiarity, especially by someone she hardly knew but she managed to repress her distaste and appear quite cordial. When Mom approached the sofa to sit down, Amy stopped her with a very authoritative tone. “I see seams in your stockings and that’s unusual nowadays. Are you wearing a garter belt?”

Mom was perplexed by such a question about her rather intimate apparel but she did respond, “No, not a belt. I. I have straps on my panty girdle.”

“Panty girdle?” Amy could not control her mirth, “I didn’t think they still made such things. Pull your skirt up before you sit down so we can see what you’re wearing!” “Don’t be silly! I have no intention of…” “In this apartment, you will do as you’re told! We don’t adhere to social restrictions that interfere with normal curiosity. You better get used to it right away!” Amy barked as she moved right up in Mom’s shocked and speechless face. Perplexed, Mom looked at me. “Brenda, what’s doing on here?”

“Shh, Mom, just do it. What does it matter? Amy gets so upset when her wishes are disregarded.” I tried to ameliorate her outrage with soothing sounds, hoping Amy had not pushed her too far. Mom made a production out of lifting her skirt, so high that she exposed all of her panty girdle. I never imagined anyone would wear such an old fashioned thing. I was also highly distracted and aroused at the display of her luscious thighs, so firm and rounded that the straps indented her soft curves. When she sat down, her skirt was high in her lap. The vision of her pretty legs made my pussy extremely moist. I was so habituated to sucking pretty girls, I had to hold the sides of my chair to keep from masturbating my yearning, throbbing pussy. With heavy breathing I waited to see what Amy would do next. “I noticed, Mrs. Abbott, that your choice of underwear sets the female gender back about fifty years.”

“I suppose we are now discussing my panty girdle.” Mom said with a lot of contempt in her voice. I was shocked by the nerve of her speaking to Amy that way and also by her reaching her hand under her skirt to finger her panty girdle as though to emphasize what she was talking about. I had the feeling that she was somehow aroused by the curt way she was being treated. It was almost like she couldn’t help touching her pussy. Amy must have reached the same conclusion for she increased the rudeness of her manner. “Why don’t you stand up and hold your skirt out of the way so I can remove that constrictive garment? You’d feel a lot better if your pussy could breathe.”

Mom almost fainted at the mention of the most obscene word she could imagine. Her face grew crimson and she shook her head as though unable to abide such depraved speech. Then, inexplicably, she began slowly to rise while holding her skirt up provocatively around her waist. My asshole cringed at the unbelievably sexy sight, her finely formed legs, sheer hose, sexy garters, lush thighs, and the breathtaking way the panty girdle firmed her already tight tummy. Mom merely stood there looking at Amy with a look of eager expectation.

It was the look of eager expectation on her face that struck me so hard. In my mind she had been unapproachable, a cold, distant, severely judgmental paragon of unrelenting virtue. I had never thought of her as having sexual feelings. But she wanted Amy to take her panties down. It was obvious on her face although she was trying valiantly to appear unwilling. Her round, lush thighs were almost prancing in her nervousness as her hands clenched and unclenched her skirt, unconsciously showing more and more of her sensual panty girdle. She was a foolish, simpering, little schoolgirl, awash in her own unfathomable desires. She wanted Amy to defile her. And Amy did. She walked slowly over to her and placed her hands in the waistband of Mom’s panty and started working the tightly clinging garment down over her hips. Mom tried to utter some words of protest but each sentence died and fluttered into silence. All the while she was moving her hips back and forth to help Amy get the panty off. Amy stopped when the girdle was at the fullest part of her round thighs. Mom looked more than naked standing there, holding her skirt up, with her panties at half mast. Her pussy was extraordinary. Her untrimmed pubes were very scarcely haired and her perfect, puffy lips drew attention to her mind numbing cleft. I wanted to do nothing but kiss it. Her face was cast down and she was probably crushed in the throes of undying embarrassment as we looked at her.

“Take your panty girdle and hose off,” Amy told her in a measured tone, obviously making Mom relinquish the pretense that she was an unwitting participant.

Mom released her skirt and bent over as she pushed her panty girdle and seamed hose down her legs and off her feet. “I suppose you young girls are simply adamant about being comfortable in your apartment,” she said nervously.

“Sit down on the sofa,” Amy instructed.

“Should I pull my skirt back up?”

“If you like. You have such great legs; I’m sure you don’t mind us looking at them.”

“Oh, no, not at all. It’s just us girls, for heaven’s sakes.”

Amy and I both sat down on either side of her. Our hands immediately moved to her gorgeous thighs. I put one hand behind her knee and drew her beautiful leg up and out while intensely rubbing the inside of her thigh with the other. Amy did the same with her other leg. Mom’s breathing became erratic as her legs were drawn apart and her pussy began to expand and open, moisture started to accumulate on her lips. She was dying to be fondled and Amy and I responded by both cupping her pussy and working our fingers inside.

“Oh, you girls, what are you doing? You can’t…I can’t… Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Her body became momentarily rigid and then she collapsed and mewed contentedly as she rubbed the tops of our hands covering her pussy. She was mumbling to herself, “Glorious, glorious, that was simply glorious.”

Then her contented mood was replaced by a look of stark amazement that masked a semblance of devious delight as Amy asked, “Do you like to suck young girls’ pussies?”

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