Author:tandrluv2swing Category: Friends With Benefits

Our first time swinging actually started out with a night out with a couple that were friends of ours. We were hanging out at our house and having a bonfire. All four of us had been drinking since early on in the evening. Travis was at one end of the front porch grilling and me and the couple, Tim and Lea, were on the other end of the porch listening to some music and telling stories and just a general fun time.

After eating, Travis pulled out the vodka and we started having shots. One thing Lea can’t handle is vodka shots. She was passed out within an hour. Meanwhile, me, Travis and Tim stayed outside on the porch listening to music and hanging out. I must have had way too much to drink myself, because we were sitting under the carport in front of my Expedition, and Travis asked me if I would do something for him. I said sure, and was utterly shocked when he said, “I want you to suck Tim’s dick for me.”

I don’t know who was more surprised, me or Tim! After a time making sure he was serious and not joking, I just said, “Sure, why not?”

Tim stood up, dropped his pants and stood in front of me. I looked at Travis, who was nodding his head, so I reached up and took hold of his cock with one hand and started slowly licking it up and down with my tongue. I kept looking from Travis to Tim’s face to see that everyone was ok with what was going on. I finally realized Travis was getting turned on by this, so I started really getting into it, licking from top to bottom and wrapping my lips around his cock watching it grow to its full 8 inches.

I took it into my mouth all the way to his balls and knew I had him from there. He had his head leaned back and was moaning and groaning, he took my hair into his hand and started pumping his cock into to my mouth, fucking my face as hard as he could. I felt him starting to get close, so I slowed down and looked back to Travis who was smiling at me telling me to keep going and swallow his cum.

Wanting to please my husband, I started back with vengeance, sucking and licking Tim’s cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Tim was hollering, “I’m gonna cum!” and I looked up into his eyes and told him I wanted to swallow his cum. That was enough for Tim to lose his load right there, so as he spasmed into my mouth. I kept my mouth around his cock and sucked every drop he had down my throat. As he was done, I started licking the head of his dick, making sure I got every last drop of his cum.

After he caught his composure, he looked over at Travis and said, “Man, I don’t know what I did to make you be such a great friend, but I sure did appreciate that!” Travis told him that was nothing, he should hang around for what was to come next.

Author:Deedee Blanks Category: Lesbian

Sister Mary Francis hurried down the dark corridor while silently cursing herself. “Damn, I’m late again. I hope Mother Superior isn’t there yet!!!” Opening the large creaking door at the rear of the sanctuary, twenty sets of eyes turned to see who was late, and unfortunately, one pair belonged to Mother Superior Margaret!!! After Sister Mary Francis took her place in the fourth pew, the daily midnight vespers service continued uninterrupted for the next hour. Mary thought that she was out of the woods, until a hard rap on her door awakened her a three AM!

“Sister Mary Francis,” a voice called through her door. “The Mother Superior wishes to see you in her chambers at once!!!” A cold sweat broke out over Mary’s body as she heard steps walking away from her door and on down the hall. Quickly donning her habit, she slipped on her shoes and began making the long walk to Mother Superior’s office. She could see a light shining under the office door, and with a great deal of trepidation she gave the giant oak door a hard knock, which resulted in a reverberation that filled the entire room! A voice from inside called out, “Come in, Mary Francis, it’s unlocked!”

As she pushed the heavy door open, Mary could see that the Mother Superior was seated behind her huge mahogany desk, while her assistant, Sister Ellen, sat in a stuffed chair off to one side. “Please take a seat,” said the Mother Superior, indicating with her hand which chair she wanted Mary to sit in. Mary quickly sat down and waited quietly while the Mother Superior just sat and stared at her for a few minutes. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, the Mother Superior spoke.

“Sister Mary Francis, how long have you been with us here at The Order of St. Catherine!?!”

“Uh, about a year, ma’am,” Mary replied softly.

“And in that year,” the Mother Superior continued, “how many times have you been sent to detention!?!”

“I-I-I’m not sure, ma’am,” she stammered?!?”

“Not sure?” the Mother Superior replied incredulously. “You have set the record for number of infractions in her first year, by far!”

“Oh,” is all Mary could say in a small voice!

“Sister Mary,” she continued, “do you really want to be a member of our order, or is this just some kind of game you’re playing? Because if it is, I want it stopped right now. Do you understand me!?!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mary replied with her head down. The Mother Superior leaned back in her chair and thought for a few minutes.

“We have tried every manner of punishment with you, save one, and if you wish to continue your stay with us, you will have to submit to some form of corporal punishment. It’s all that I can think of to turn you around!!!”

“Corporal punishment?” Mary thought to herself. “That means spanking and the such. She wouldn’t dare!!!”

Her own thoughts were swept back to reality when the Mother Superior announced, “You will lift you habit, lay across Sister Ellen’s lap, and receive twenty strokes on your bare bottom, understood!?!” A mortified Mary just nodded her head, as she stood up and walked the few paces to Sister Ellen’s chair. “Lift you habit,” the Mother Superior intoned harshly, “pull down her underwear, Sister Ellen, and now, Sister Mary Francis, lay down across her lap!!!”

Sister Mary Francis was only twenty three years old, and even though she was usually covered with her habit, she always sensed a bit of jealousy from her fellow sisters due to her frightfully well developed young body. Before Sister Ellen began with her punishment, a hand brushed softly over her bottom, while lingering for just a second on her puffy vagina.

“Okay, Sister, begin,” ordered the Mother Superior. The first time Sister Ellen’s hand connected with her butt, it was more startling than painful, but as she went on, the heat radiated from her plump bottom, until she was crying like a baby. After ten strokes the Mother Superior’s voice cracked through the air.

“That’s enough for now. Let’s rest for a moment and let the pain subside a little.” Again, a hand began to lightly caress her bottom, and this time, it made no pretense of feeling her vagina, as the very ends of the finger tips gently flicked back and forth over her very erect clitoris.

“Sister Mary Francis,” the Mother Superior asked, “you seem to be sexually aroused. Do you get this way often!?!”

“Ma’am?” Mary asked.

“A simple question, child,” she continued. “Does your vagina get wet like this often?”

“Sometimes,” a now confused Mary replied.

“And what do you do when it does,” the Mother Superior asked?

“Oh, god,” Mary thought, “what does she want me to say? I’m in deep enough now as it is!”

“Do you masturbate,” the Mother Superior asked, “when your vagina gets all wet an gooey?”

Before she could reply, a finger actually slipped inside of her and started making direct contact with her now swollen clit!

“With a vagina like this,” the Mother Superior went on, “I’m sure you must masturbate often. Am I correct in that assumption?”

“Yes,” gasped Mary, as the stern mistress worked over her clit mercilessly.

“Very good, Sister Mary. Are you close to having an orgasm right now?”

Instead of answering, Mary’s pussy lurched, and her whole body shook as it was literally attacked by her climax, leaving her as limp as an old dish rag across Sister Ellen’s lap.

“My, my,” the Mother Superior said softly, “our little trouble maker has a very naughty vagina, wouldn’t you say so, Sister Ellen!?!”

“Oh, yes,” Sister Ellen chimed in. “She has a very naughty vagina and clitoris.”

“Do you think that it’s fair that she has all of the fun?” asked the Mother Superior.

“No, I don’t,” replied Sister Ellen.

“What do you think we should do to rectify that situation?”

To be continued…

Author:Ivy League Girl Category: Real Sex

One of his pet names for me was (is) “lanky.” Little love text notes, “Yes, I love my long lanky girl with the big tits.” He would say that to me, sometimes sing in country-western overtones. But his real love was me, just me.

“It is your personality, it is your soul, it is you that makes you in your consciousness that thrills me so.” Then he would smile that devilish smile, “and your tanned toned frog legs do help, especially when they are spread wide just for me.” He loves my legs and high ass. He equated them to those of a feline feminine Olympian high jumper.

“Hey, frog legs, toned, long and strong with a professional tennis butt hung in the air without a care.” I miss the sound of his voice, and how he rode that butt of mine in syncopated time. That is my favorite position with him. On my hands, elbows and knees, seeking only him to please for my pleasure only, how he loved me in a tight sweater.

“Oh well, enough girlish rhapsody.” In the said position with my back arched like a “golden leopard” (that was one of his pet names for me too) waiting in heat for the moment of lively penetration – when he first parted my lips with the hard head of his long penis – it was (is) beyond descriptive pleasure and excitement. My long fingered hands would grab his bed sheets, my teeth did the same in anticipation of elation. Then his head softly and easily eases into my being, my mind on fire my nerve endings full of desire and then his long strong thrust, then thrusts of power how I love his masculine tower full of life and so alive.
It is truly when “and two flesh shall become one.”

Such power, such force that he would move me all the way across his western king bed. “slap! slap! slap!” came the sound of his pelvis as it struck my hard tennis ass. “Smack!… smack!… smack!” as my face buried in his sheets moved across his bed. “Slap– slap– slap!” I will never be the same. Last week in bed with my back to my husband in the darkness sweet as he slept I masturbated to the memory of “slap, slap, slap” among the other things he did to me and they were many, such lovers he and I. He a man of ending autumn years and I a lady of early summer days, so we would play, love we would make.

And when that old poet came deep inside of me it was with expanded force, with his large strong hands griping my butt like a vise and usually one of his thumbs press deep into my asshole – that is how long his hands are. So I masturbate in fantasy’s wake of our passions, I miss that old man. I miss our coffeehouse and how we sat next to each other as perfect strangers and talked about life and the parody of it. Sometimes with my kids in tow and the coffeehouse as just a stop off before heading to grandma’s house, my kids always looked at him dubiously as we chatted as strangers do. Then kids dropped off and shopping to do and then my afternoon delight of Slap! Smack! Slap!!!!

Author: theonlyone   Category:Lesbian
It all started when I found out that my best friend was dating the hottest girl in school. She and I used to talk about them having sex, and every time we did, it made me want her more and more. Finally one night we all went to a party at her house. We all got pretty drunk and then at about midnight she pulled me aside, and asked me to go out to her car and smoke a cigarette with her. I looked around and everyone was talking in the other room, so I nodded and followed her out the front door.

As we approached her car she told me to get in and that she wanted to show me something. I slid into the passenger seat and before I could close the door she had grabbed the inside of my leg, wrapped her left hand around the back of my neck and pulled my face three inches away from hers. I knew by the look in her eyes what she wanted.

She bit her lip and said “There’s something about you and I’ve been dying to figure it out since the second we met. I hope you don’t mind.”

I immediately leaned in, grabbed the back of her neck, and kissed her soft lips. She tasted like whiskey and cigarettes; my two favorite things. She was quick to reciprocate and began to breathe heavily. I pulled her in closer and I slid my hands down the small of her back. She let out a little moan and started to kiss my neck. I leaned my head back and moved my hands around to her stomach, and down to her zipper. She moaned a little louder this time, pushed my hand in between her thighs, and I felt her pussy getting wet through her jeans.

By this time I was rather wet myself and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I pulled her across the middle of the car and sat her on top of me. She leaned the seat all the way back and started grinding on me.

“Goddamn baby, you’re so sexy,” I whispered.

She leaned down and smiled, then starting kissing me again. I ran my fingertips up her back to her bra strap. Thank god I had taught myself how to take my own bra off with one hand; with two fingers I snapped it off and ran my hands across her nipples. She moaned quite a bit louder this time, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I took her shirt off and pulled her close to me so that her breasts were touching my lips. I ran my tongue across her nipples and started to suck on them. By this time she was moaning so loud I’m surprised no one came outside to see what was happening.

“Mmmm, baby. Don’t stop. God, that feels so good. You’re making me so wet,” she whispered in my ear.

“Oh, really? How bad do you want it baby?” I said, trying to be as smooth as possible.

“So bad, please baby. I want you deep in my pussy. I’m so wet.”

I unfastened and unzipped her pants and within seconds they went flying into the backseat. I pulled her g-string down to her ankles and she wiggled out of it. I looked up and her silhouette was illuminated by the moonlight, her breasts were uncovered, her abs were prominent, and her pussy was obviously well taken care of. I took a minute to take it in, and then I slipped one finger into her lips. She was right, she was wet. Very wet in fact. She leaned back, put her hands behind her on my knees, opened her legs, and pushed her pussy harder onto my fingers. I started to rub her clit, slow… then faster. She was dripping wet, and was begging me to fuck her by this point. I sat up and braced myself by pulling her lower back close to me.

I slid one finger in; she screamed this time. One more finger and she screamed again, and then she put her arms around my neck and began to grind against my fingers. I was so deep I could feel her g-spot; I flicked my fingers back and forth inside of her hitting her spot every time. She started to pull at my hair.

“Yes baby! Yes. Don’t stop, that feels so good. I love you inside of my pussy. Fuck me baby, don’t stop. God, YES! I’m gonna cum so much for you baby.”

By this time she was moving with my fingers and cum was running down my hand. I started to suck on her nipples again and her body began to tense up. Her back began to arch and I slid in one more finger and rubbed on her clit at the same time. I was fucking her so hard she was screaming my name. Then after about five more minutes I felt her pussy contract and she started to squirm around, so I decided to switch it up. I quickly told her to get into the backseat, and she agreed without hesitation. I crawled into the back after her and laid her down. I got on my stomach and pulled her legs over my shoulders and she opened them up wide for me. Her pussy was dripping wet, and I had to get a taste.

I ran my tongue across her clit and she immediately grabbed the back of my head and pushed it in between her legs. Her pussy tasted sweet, and her cum was warm in my mouth. I was licking her clit so fast she started to shake; I slid in three fingers like before and I started to fuck her even harder. She was moaning and yelling, and grinding against my face. Within seconds she came. Her back arched, her whole body tensed up and I slid my tongue in just in time to feel her pussy tighten, and loosen, then tighten back. She came at least four times. Cum was all over my shirt, my face, her, and her backseat. She sat up and pulled my face up to hers and began to make out with me. I thought that it was over so I started to retrieve her clothes for her.

“It’s your turn now. Take off all your clothes and lay down. I wanna taste that pussy of yours.”

I did what she said and within seconds she was sitting on top of me. I could feel her wet pussy on my stomach.

“Do you want me to fuck you baby? You blew my mind; it’s only fair I return the favor.” She said to me.

“Please fuck me, you made me so wet. I loved fucking you. Please baby, I’ll come for you.”

She started to kiss my nipples, and began to suck on them; I could feel my cum dripping down my legs. I didn’t even realize I was moaning until she told me to scream for her. I looked down and she was lying on her stomach, I wrapped my legs around her head and I felt her tongue run across my clit; I shook.

“Baby, please lick my pussy. I’m so horny, I want you so bad. Make me cum baby. Fuck me hard.” I begged her.

She looked up at me and got down to business. She started to lick my clit so fast I started grinding against her mouth. She slid in two fingers, it felt so good. She was so deep inside of me my eyes watered. I yelled out her name multiple times.

“Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!!!” And with that, I started to quiver, shake and grab her hair.

She didn’t stop and I came all over her fingers. She sucked up all my cum, and sucked on my clit a little while longer. Then she made her way back up to my chest and collapsed on my breasts.

“That was amazing baby. You were amazing.” She said.

“No, actually, you were fucking great. I can’t even explain what just happened.” I told her.

“We should do this more often.” She looked up and me and smiled. As we searched for our clothes we kissed some more. We got dressed and finally smoked a cigarette on our way back up to the party. I looked at the time, it was 4:30! We walked into the party and everyone asked where the hell we had been, including her girlfriend. She just smiled and said

“I had to show her something. It took a while,” then she grabbed the rest of the bottle she had bought for the night in one hand and with the other hand she grabbed my arm and pulled my upstairs to her room. For the rest of that night we made love in her bed, and for many nights to come after that.

Author:nightseeker67 Category: Crushes

… continued.

I grip his dick in my hand and urged on by his gasp of pleasure, I explore it with my mouth kissing and licking the thick cock, my hands stroking his dick. His body trembles and he keeps his tightly clenched fists at his side trying to control the crazy passion exploding through him. Getting more daring, I opened my mouth and take his head into my eager mouth and I hear him gasp, “Oh fuck goddamit oh shit!

What are you doing to me?” I suck and suck his dick trying not to gag when I finally getting all of his 9 inches deep inside my throat and I stare up at him. “Oh fuck please stop, baby girl… please I’m so close. I’m gonna cum… please stop.” Ignoring his pleas just like he ignored mine, I make sure he is completely in my throat before tugging on his balls to get him to cum. He growls in pain as he shoots his entire load deep down into my throat. I swallow as much as I can and when he’s done he collapses on his knees before me panting and staring at me with unsatisfied lust. I lie down and spread my legs in invitation to him.
He growls again and situates himself between my legs just as I realize something important.

“Wait Nate!” He stares at me in confusion but forces himself to stay still, “What’s wrong baby girl?”

My eyes start to tear up and I say quietly, “You can’t make love to me. I’m a virgin.”

He continues to stare at me and then he breaks the silence by saying, “You think that’s a big deal to me. Of course it makes me absolutely happy that that means I’ll be your first, but it’s not gonna stop me from making love to you… unless you don’t want me to?”

I shake my head and say, “I want you and only you to make love to me and take my virginity, please don’t stop.” He grins and gives me a sweet, gentle kiss just as he shoves himself into me, breaking my hymen. I whimper my eyes tearing up and he asks me if I’m okay. I nod and hold my breath as he slowly begins to move himself inside me giving me time to accept and stretch for his girth.

Eventually I start to get used to the absolutely wonderful feeling and I wrap my legs around his hips pulling him deeper inside my tight and wet pussy. This encourages him to let lose all his passion and he fucks and penetrates me viciously, passionately kissing me and growling against my lips and breasts. I moan, digging my nails into his back silently begging him to fuck me harder and harder. His cock begins to hit my g-spot and I moan and scream, my orgasm ripping through me.

Just as I finish cumming he flips me over into doggy-style and fucks me harder and faster, practically splitting me in half. I moan senselessly screaming his name as his nails digs into my ass pounding me desperately. When I feel my orgasm get closer as his balls bang against my clit, I scream.

“Cum for me Nate! Please, baby, cum for me. I wanna feel your cum filling up my tight wet little pussy and making me cum. Fuck! Cum for me, Nate, cum for your baby girl!!” He pounds me harder and harder and I feel his entire body tightening up just as he releases his jet of cum directly into me. The feel of his warm cum hitting my g-spot drives me over the edge and I scream his name cumming around his thick cock.

Once he loses his hardness and all his cum, he pulls out of me and immediately I collapse onto the bed. He lies down next to me and pulls my limp body against his. He whispers breathlessly in my ear, “I love you, Fayth… I love you so sooo much.”

I look over my shoulder at him my eyes filling with tears, “I love you too, Nathaniel, please don’t ever ever leave me.”

“I couldn’t leave you if I wanted to,” he kisses me gently. “I love you, goodnight baby girl.”

“Goodnight Nate.” We both drift off into a peaceful sleep with smiles on our faces.

Author: AspenMackinzie   Category:Lesbian

Jenn and Tammy had been good friends for about two years. They played softball together and hung out a lot. Both of the girls had boyfriend off and on and did all the things that best friends do. One night Tammy was staying the night over at Jenn’s house. Jenn had a huge house and a spectacular bedroom. (That’s one of the reasons why Tammy loved staying the night) The girls had decided to have a “girls night in” and rented movies and just relaxed. When the last movie had ended, and they were about to go to bed, Jenn turned to Tammy.

“Tam, do you really want to go to bed? It’s only 1:00″

“Well I guess not, but what else is there to do?”

“I dunno, lets call the boys and see if they want to come over for some ‘one on one.’”

Tammy giggled and Jenn called Brad and Jake.

“No answer,” said Jenn depressed.

“What’s the matter, Jenn? Were you looking forward to it that much?”

“Yeah, kinda, it’s just one of those nights. Maybe we should just go to bed.”

The girls got undressed and into their PJ’s. Jenn was wearing a pair of skimpy cheerleading shorts with a tight white tank top and Tammy was wearing her blue bikini underwear and a gray tank top. Jenn and Tammy crawled into Jenn’s Queen size bed. Since Jenn’s family was well off, Jenn had satin silk sheets and an awesome canopy with candle holders at each post that held 5 candles. Jenn and Tammy talked for a while and they decided to light some of the candles. Tammy offers to light them and as she stood on her tip toes to reach, Jenn noticed her friends tight ass. Jenn became excited at the thought of her friend and she could feel her juices begin to flow.

“Tam, have you ever… well you know, thought about a girl… like that?” Tammy giggled.

“Well maybe once or twice, why?”

Jenn saw her nipples harden under her thin tank top.

“Tammy, right now… I want to see what its like.” Tammy thought for a moment, and without hesitation reached for Jenn’s breast.

“Oh Tam…” sighed Jenn. Jenn returned the groping, but she let her had slide under Tammy’s tank top. She pinched her swollen nipple and began to take off Jenn’s shirt. Tammy had the most amazing breasts, a perky 36c. Jenn took a nipple into her mouth and began to suck. Tammy began to remove Jenn’s top and when both girls were topless they embraced in a deep kiss. They explored one another’s mouth with their eager tongues.

“Jenn… I want you to lick me,” Tammy pleaded. Jenn quickly shoved her hand in to Tammy’s panties and found her swollen clit. She began to rub it faster and faster until Tammy orgasmed all over Jenn’s hand. Jenn pulled her hand out.

“Lick it off mamma’s fingers, baby.” Tammy did just as she was told. She licked and sucked every bit of her hot cum off Jenn’s fingers.

“Now stand up” Jenn instructed. Tammy obediently stood allowing Jenn to remove her panties.

“What a lovely pussy. Do you want mamma to lick it baby?”

“Oh yeesss. Please”

“Well, since you said please…” Jenn moved her mouth to Tammy’s pussy. She ran her tongue up and down Tammy’s wet crack. Then she spread her lips with her fingers and explored Tammy’s wet cunt. Tammy was on the verge of explosion once more and Jenn was eating it up like it was her last meal. Jenn shoved her tongue as far into Tammy’s dripping cunt as she could and Tammy grabbed her hair and began to scream with ecstasy. Her hot cum poured all over Jenn’s face and into her eager mouth. Tammy collapsed onto the bed.

“Well, looks like the little bitch knows what she is doing,” said Tammy in a voice so off from her own is excited Jenn.

“Lay down,” Tammy instructed. Jenn did as she was told.

“Now its baby’s turn to make mamma cum.”

“Oh baby… give it to me,” Jenn replied. Tammy started to suck Jenn’s nipples. As she did she moved her hand down Jenn’s body to her wet slit. She let her index finger slide in and began to finger Jenn. Right before Jenn could cum, Tammy pulled out and began to lick and suck at her swollen cunt.

“Oh baby, fuck me, fuck me!” Jenn screamed. “Make me cum you little whore!!!” Tammy did just that and soon Jenn’s juices were soaking her silk sheets. Both girls, exhausted lay down and began to finger each other to sleep.

Author:nightseeker67 Category: Crushes

Hi, my name’s Fayth and, well, lately I’ve been having some weight/self-esteem issues. Now I’ve never been exactly fat, it’s just that I’ve gotten pretty thick from my teenage years. Being thicker was a goal for me at the age of 13 or so because I was skinny as all hell back then. Now I’m in college and I’ve begun to notice that the stick-thin girls are the ones who get the dates and attention while I simply stay in my dorm and read and do homework. All that can pretty much hurt your self-esteem; I mean what college girl doesn’t want at least a little attention from guys.

The final straw though was during the exercise period at my college. The college promotes good health and strength, etc… etc…, but when we were lifting weights and equipment around I started to realize I wasn’t as strong as when I was 13 and could beat up any guy who had the nerve to step to me. Now this wouldn’t have bugged me so much if the popular girls and guys (strange even in college there is always a popular clique) weren’t laughing and making fun of me and my size. In frustration, I threw the weights at them and ran from the room out into the courtyard. I didn’t stop running until I found my little hidden spot and then I plopped down and cried my eyes out. I cried and cried till I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up and took all my energy not to bolt and run screaming.

Standing above me was Nathaniel Blake, the most gorgeous, sensitive, brilliant guy to ever walk the face of the earth. I’m not one to get all crazy about a guy but something about those dark hazel eyes and strong jaw line simply made my heart melt. He was about 6’2, had muscles in all the right places but he wasn’t a brainless jock. He was as smart as I am and I’ve seen him go from protective, bad-boy guy to a man that every woman wants to have — that being he was sweet as sugar! I stared up at him for a few minutes till I realized he was asking me a question.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry what did you just ask me?”

“I asked you what are you doing out here crying. I mean it simply isn’t right when a beautiful girl cries, so I wanna know what’s wrong with you.” I blushed right down to my roots when he called me beautiful and I tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t sound idiotic.

“Ummm, well it’s just that when you look as fucking stupid as I do trying to lift weights and the popular jackasses make fun of you, how can you not run away and cry?” I buried my head in my lap and cried harder and harder.

“Oh, hey please don’t cry. You have the prettiest dark brown eyes that certainly don’t need to be filled with sad tears.” He sat down next to me and grabbed my hand trying to get me to relax. I looked up at him unable to do anything else. His eye s widened in surprise and he said, “Oh! You’re Fayth Jackson. It was hard to recognize you with your hair in your face and your eyes and nose all red. Oh which reminds me,” he grabs a Kleenex from his bag and used it to wipe my face off, “There much better.”

I stare at him in shock, “Wait — you know who I am?”

“Of course I do,” he replies, “You are in every one of my classes, which you seem to dominate in grades, by the way.” He gives me this cute, lopsided smile which makes my heart jump around in my chest.

“Oh thank you very much, Nathaniel.” I smiled at him, trying not to be all hysterical because he was sitting next to me and actually talking to me… this is like a dream.

We stare into each others’ eyes for a few minutes me falling into those warm, brown pools when he whispered, “Wow, her eyes are even more mesmerizing up close.” I flushed and looked away and he started to stutter, “I mean, well, you are really—umm do you want help in building up your strength. I mean I’m good at that I could kinda train you if you want.” He looks at me nervously waiting for my reply. I smile shyly at him my heart beating a million miles an hour.

“Sure, I’d love that.”

He grinned and jumped up, “well it’s a date then. How about we start tonight at my house k? I’ll pick you up round 7.” He held out his hand for me and I took it smiling shyly at him.

“Sure, I’ll be ready.” With one more grin, he sauntered off, whistling cheerfully, while I tried vainly to calm my heart down.

Later that day at 7, Nathaniel arrived at my door still whistling like a dork (not that I’m complaining, because personally I think athletic, smart dorks are the definition of sexy). He stood smiling at me and said in a gentlemanly voice, “so you ready?” I nodded and he took me to his car and drove me to his house, which I heard he inherited from his brother.

The night passed in a blur with him giving me basic instructions and helping me in the workout. We finished around 10 and he grinned and praised my good work which made me giggle a bit like a school girl. The next few weeks passed like that: him picking me up to workout at 7, us working out together and then him driving me back to my dorm. However, I began to notice a little more tension and sexual energy passing between us. He always stared into my eyes and kept his hands on my body much longer than was really necessary. I also happened to catch him staring at my heaving breasts or my ass every now and again though I made it look like I didn’t notice. Then one night all my dreams with Mr. Trainer came to reality.

He picked me up the usual time as always, being a gentleman to me and drove us over to his house. We went down to the weight room and while he set up I removed my coat to show that I was wearing simply a sports bra, spandex and a thin thong underneath (the thong wasn’t unusual, I mean who wants panty-lines in spandex??) When he turned back around, I saw him jump and his eyes widened as he stared at my body.

“Umm, you have on…umm.”

“Oh yea, well I couldn’t find any clean workout gear so I decided to wear this,” I bat my eyelashes at him, trying to be seductive; “You don’t mind do you.” He shook his head and swallowed hard.

“Nope, you just look, umm, real nice.”

So we went through the typical routines and whenever he had to put his hands on me, I noticed they were either shaking or gripping my body possessively. I asked him to go get me something to drink eventually and while he was gone, I tried to think of a way to get Nathaniel to show how he felt about me.

He came back down and handed me a glass of ice-tea. I drank it down slowly tilting my head back but “accidentally” spilled the ice-tea all over my bra and stomach.

“Oops, my mistake,” I say with a giggle. I see him staring at my now transparent bra and my erect nipples and he swallowed hard again.

“I guess you can umm, go clean up upstairs in the shower. I’ll ummm try to have all your clothes cleaned by then.” I grinned playfully at him and raced up the stairs and threw him my clothes from there which I’m pretty sure made him jump. I got in the shower and then after making sure I was clean I simply wrapped one of his short towels around myself and went back downstairs. His back was turned to me but me coming next to him in nothing but a towel sure turned him around quick. “Hi, how are my clothes coming Nathaniel?”

He says, “Umm, fine just fine,” and I noticed he had started to sweat. I took a deep breath and decided to not be coy and playful just direct and blunt.

“Nate, do you find me attractive?” He stares at me in shock but nods his head slowly. “Have you ever wondered what it would be like to make love to me?”

He nods again and says quietly, “every single night since I met you.”

I blush and say quietly “Are you willing to make love to me right now?”

His eyes open wide and he stares at me with confusion so I repeat my question, “Are you willing to make love to me right now?” and to emphasize my question I drop the towel leaving my body open to his searching eyes. His eyes roam my body hungrily and I look at his crotch and see that something is definitely making a tent in that boy’s pants. He closes his eyes and says silently.

“I want to so very very bad, but please don’t think I only want sex from you. I really like you and I don’t wanna take advantage of you.” I step closer till my naked body is pressed against his.

I stare into his lust-crazed eyes and whisper, “I’ve been wanting this forever, please don’t make me beg for you to have sex with me. Please don’t make me beg, Nate. Please….” His eyes stare at me with the passion of an animal and I wait biting my lip. I sure don’t have to wait very long.

He grabs my shoulders roughly and turns me around kissing me with an animalistic passion his hand eagerly roaming my body. I melt against his warm, soft lips and give myself over to him willingly. At this surrender, he growls and lifts me into his arms, practically running as he tried to hurry to his bedroom. He throws me down onto the king-sized bed and before I can even breathe, he’s back on me kissing and gripping my body painfully tight. He lifts up only to stare into my eyes silently asking for permission and I nod, my body trembling. He moves down my body and I moan as I feel his lips against my neck, on my cleavage then around my painfully erect, little nipples. I tremble whimpering his mouth feasting on my breasts as his hand travels lower.

Feeling his hand gently cup my mound, I buck my hips and bite my lip. He looks at me again, asking my permission to go further and I nod again. He gently rubs his hand over it before forcing two of his long thick fingers into me. I buck and gasp at the feeling of a guy’s fingers inside me for the first time and taking this as encouragement, he fingers me hard and fast adding two more of his fingers inside of me. I pant, my head forced into a pillow as I tried my best not to move as my climax build up within me. He fingers me harder urging me to cum on his fingers his mouth still attacking my breasts. My body trembles and my toes curl as my orgasm rips through me as I scream senselessly.

He sits himself up and then presses his wet fingers into my mouth for me to suck on. I suck my cum off them willingly and he whispers,

“You like the way you taste?”

I nod quietly.

“Maybe I’ll try some of it for myself,” and before I know what’s happening he’s between my legs licking and sucking at my drenched pussy. I beat the bed with my fists not sure what to do as his mouth devours me but soon he grabs my hands and forces them to the bed attacking my cunt with his tongue. Soon his mouth latches on to my erect clit and sucks on it his fingers delving into my whole again.

I whimper, “oh god, Nate, ohh god too muchhhh…” as he sucks ferociously on my clit like it’s a piece of meat for the taking. I pant and scream as I get closer to cumming again, twisting my head from side to side trying to escape his passionate mouth; “Please Nate, I’m so close…stop pleaassseee…” Not listening to my desperate pleas he bites down on my clit and whisper against it.

“Cum for me, cum for me goddamit.” I scream my climax overtaking me and my cum pouring into his mouth.

When I come back to earth, I see the enormous bulge straining Nate’s pants and I smile up at him naughtily. I crawl near him and pull his pants down his big, hard cock springing out and hitting my face. I stare in shock; his cock is 9 inches and about 3 inches around and my pussy begins to drip onto the bed again. I look up at him and see him staring at me waiting in delicious agony for my next move.

… To be continued…

Author: drppinmaplsyrp   Category:Lesbian

Everything started when I was on spring break from University. I was alone at the hotel _____ in New York City. I was excited to be staying somewhere other than my shitty dorm. I got as much as I could pay for – a room with one queen sized bed – and I was happy. I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone on this trip, let alone someone I would later spend the rest of my life with. I checked in around noon and decided to get ready for an afternoon out and about the city. What I had in mind was my shoulder length black hair straight and teased, a pair of ripped jeans and another one of my ripped up tee-shirts. What? I like to show skin. But as it came to be… I would never make it to my own room…. with my clothes on.

I had just checked into the hotel and was on my way to my elevator, my rolling suitcase dragging behind me. I heard eager footsteps behind me, I expected it to be one of the stupid New York City boys coming to make a move. I ignored it and stepped into the elevator automatically putting my back against the wall. To my surprise it was a girl who walked in. She was adorable!

Her short blonde hair was spiked into a fohawk and topped with a beanie, she wore a brightly colored polo shirt and dark jeans. I was immediately interested in her. She started to lean close to me, her eyes on my face with a huge smile. I thought she was about to kiss me! But she ended up pressing the 10th floor button instead. I stared into her eyes, a beautiful green. I couldn’t look away. I bit my lip and tried to control my breathing. What was with this girl that got me so…hot?

“Hey. I’m Erica.” She finally spoke – my god her voice was like music – as the elevator doors closed in front of us. We were the only ones there. “Your floor?”

“I-I’m Kacie…urm…I’m on the 10th floor too.” I stuttered. She turned her head and smirked, as if I couldn’t see it. Maybe I should find a way into her room tonight…  I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at one of the walls of the smallest elevators I’ve ever been in. I snuck a few glances at Erica who couldn’t control that little smirk on her face as I saw her eyes flicker to my rainbow bracelet.

“What are you doing in New York?” she asked

“Vacation for a week,” I answered simply, shrugging my shoulders.

“Alone?” The hope in her voice was impossible to ignore.

I looked down at my feet in an attempt to hide my red cheeks. “Y-yes.”

“Me too,” she replied casually. How could she be so calm? “I was thinking of checking out the gay scene in the City. Do you know anything about it here?”   She leaned closer to me, I bit my lip and tried to stay still while the urge to kiss her perfect lips tortured my mind.

“Actually no,” I spoke clearly. “I was thinking of checking it out too.”

It was quiet for a moment before I felt her hands running confidently over my bare skin. “I like your shirt.” She smiled, touching the fabric. I shivered. “Where did you get it?”

I tried to speak, but I didn’t trust my voice. I took a few seconds before answering. “I actually made it.”

She seemed to be surprised as she leaned closer and very boldly ran her hands over my sides. “This is really great.”

I didn’t hear her one bit, I was staring into her eyes the urge running through my brain had taken over and I was going to kiss her. She looked back into my eyes with an emotion I’ve never seen before. I knew I fell for her right then and there. I sucked part of my lip into my mouth, biting at it as she looked down at me.

I felt her hand lifting my chin so my lips could meet hers. I didn’t refuse so she took advantage of it and kissed me. Within minutes my need for her was going stronger, we still had six floors left to go before ours. I silently lifted my foot up and hit the break to the elevator. She was too occupied to notice.

I felt her push me roughly against the wall of the elevator, I couldn’t help a low surprised gasp from escaping my lips. I smirked up at her and snapped my teeth playfully at her nose.  She didn’t take well to that. Apparently she liked being in control.

“None of that, missy. I’M the one in control here.” She could tell how bad I needed her. I knew it.

She started kissing me roughly, biting viciously at my lips. I loved being so vulnerable, like I was hers to take. She kissed and bit down my neck and up to my jaw. I sighed lightly, the sound of her name. This drove her crazy, she bit my neck hard and I moaned softly.
The lights went out in the elevator – a side effect to me hitting the break – and she grinned at me. I smirked back up at her before she continued to ravish my neck. My breath became heavy just as she suddenly pulled off my shirt. But right as my hands became free of her grasp, they were on the wall again, her hand gripping harder on my wrists.

Her lips found mine, then my neck as her hands started to move all over my body. I was only vaguely aware of her hands trailing around the sides of my breasts. I tore away from her to slide off her shirt. She was heavenly. Her hands found my body again, this time her fingers scratched around the top of my jeans. I put my hands on her shoulders and scratched at them as I felt her hand slide slowly into my pants as she unbuttoned them. I scratched at her harder, showing how much I needed her, how much she was teasing me. She was tracing circles around my pussy while I kissed and bit at her breasts. Finally I felt one of her fingers sliding the length of my pussy, pausing at my clit. I moaned lowly, the sound of her name. I felt pressure on it then it was gone and back again. I gasped lowly and my eyes rolled back into my head.

She rubbed and teased my clit as her teeth ran up and down my neck. I couldn’t keep myself quiet. “Erica…” I mumbled. “Please”. She could feel and now hear how turned on I was. I felt one of her fingers slip inside of me. I gasped in surprise as she moved it in and out of me roughly. She seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was considering her heavy breathing. My hips began to move with her hand as low short moans escaped my open mouth. “Yes.”

Before I knew it she was yanking off my jeans and I was stripping her down. We fell to the floor laughing breathlessly. She pinned me on the floor with such force it turned me on more. Her hands were caressing my bare chest as they slowly moved down towards my aching pussy. One of her hands stayed to toy with my right breast as she started where she left off, fucking me hard with one finger and rubbing my clit with another.

“Gah!” I gasped. “Yes! Erica fuck me harder!” My hips matched the rhythm of her hand as she surprisingly obeyed my command. I scratched at her back now I wouldn’t be surprised if I drew blood.

Erica started to kiss down my body. I was getting wetter thinking about what was to come next. I groaned lowly.

“Erica please…!” I begged. I finally could feel her hot breath on my pussy. Finally!! She licked my clit very briefly and desisded to tease me by licking up my right thigh. I took a hold of her hair and pulled at it. She started to lick my pussy and bite my swollen lips not daring to go near my clit. I moved my arms down to rest on her head. I ended up gripping her short blonde hair in my hands. She flicked my clit with her tongue. “Oh yes.” I moaned. “Keep going.”

She inserted a finger inside of me as her tongue traced circles around my clit. I pulled at her hair hard as my hips meet every single one of her movements. I felt like I couldn’t breathe as she fucked me like that. I was close to the edge. I could feel it.

“Are you mine?” She growled.

“Yes!” I moaned loudly. “I’m all yours, Erica. Just take me, send me over the edge and make me cum in this elevator!!!”Erica licked me one last time, roughly shoving her fingers in and out of my wet pussy.

“Erica yes! Fuck yes! I’m almost there. Yeah just like that.” I moaned her name over and over again as the climax took over my entire body, I arched my back as my muscles tensed. Finally I fell back into her arms, blissful.

Her arms wound around me as I slowed my breathing. We lay there, naked on the floor of the stalled elevator. I was in love with a stranger.

Author: AfroerotiK   Category:Lesbian

Tracy Robinson had a hard and fast rule: Do NOT, under any circumstances, never, ever, ever fool around with a married man. She’d been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the pain it caused her. In her mind there was no valid, justifiable reason to date someone who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning; she had enough respect for herself to not date someone else’s man.

Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to women as well. Women were slightly different in that she rarely, if ever, had a married woman trying to seduce her. Most women weren’t after illicit sex and extramarital liaisons with random other women so while Tracy felt morally righteous and superior for saying on principle that she never messed around with a married woman, the instances of her being tempted by a married woman were almost non-existent.

Tracy was the kind of woman who felt comfortable adhering to rules. She’d served in the military for 20 years and was now enjoying her life pursuing her dreams of becoming an artist. In many ways, it was the exact opposite of the strict, rigid life she’d had in The Army. She could stand in front of a canvas for hours, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hours of sleep a night, and paint to her heart’s content.

Several local galleries were showing her work and while the sales were few and far between, they were enough to keep her motivated to continue her passion. Her military pension paid the bills so she was comfortable and happy. Single life wasn’t necessarily to her liking but she wasn’t so desperate to be in relationship that she would jump at the first man who showed her attention either. Her 40th birthday was coming up, she was relatively content in life, and didn’t really have a care in the world.

When they say that life has a way of knocking you off your feet, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Tracy made a wrong move and ended up face up in amongst her gardenias unable to move. If it hadn’t been for her trusty letter carrier happening along, she might have been there for hours. After a very brief stint in the local hospital, she ended up in the VA for rehabilitation and physical therapy. She’d injured her back in the military years before and it had a habit of acting up every once in a while, but after a few days rest, it might literally be years before another flare up. If her blood sugar hadn’t been so out of control, she would have been released with the usual, “Take care, don’t over-exert yourself, take two pain killers and call me in the morning,” shtick.

The combination of the medicine and the fact that she hadn’t been eating well were causing her glucose levels to go up and down like a yo-yo, sometimes spiking to dangerous levels. They released her but with orders for a nurse to come visit her home for follow up visits and make sure she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her progress. Say what you want about the military, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the ball, their care for their own is beyond compare.

Itching to get back to her canvases and ready to assume more responsibility for her health, Tracy started eating well and doing all the exercises they suggested she do for slowly strengthening her back muscles the minute she got home. If there was a regimen to be performed, Tracy could do it. She didn’t want or need a nurse coming to check on her; she wanted to paint. Twice a week, whether she wanted it or not, a nurse was to come to check on her until the doctor released her.

The first day Karen showed up, Tracy tried her best to be polite but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and anxious about someone taking care of her. Karen was respectful of the retired Major, even calling her Ma’am. She was warm, gracious, and a highly competent nurse as well. Tracy insisted, “Do not call me Ma’am. I’m not in the military anymore.” The two ladies had a rapport immediately.

While she could have been in and out in twenty minutes, Karen stayed for almost an hour, getting to know her new patient and asking all sorts of questions to ensure that she was getting the best care possible and that her recovery was imminent. Karen was very personable, meaning she liked getting to know her patients in order to provide them with the absolute best care. She felt like it was her responsibility to extend herself to her patients, to be a friend to them.

Karen was, for all intents and purposes, well not exactly the complete physical opposite of Tracy, but there were some significant differences. Other than the obvious difference in race, Tracy being black and Karen being white; Tracy was taller than average, Karen was of average height. They both had similar builds, but Karen had recently given birth and was nursing and the owner of very large, very sensitive breasts. They were both very attractive women who didn’t feel a need to flaunt it and downplayed their attractiveness out of sensibility and practicality.

The two women hit it off immediately and seemed to become friends from essentially day one. There was that connection, that intangible bond you get sometimes when you meet someone and you feel as if you’ve known them forever. Or, at the very least, that you can open up to them in ways you can’t with others. Karen hadn’t even been coming two full weeks when Tracy started looking forward to her visits. They would break up the monotony of her day, provide her company, and she enjoyed sharing her artwork with Karen.

One day, Karen stopped by on a day she wasn’t scheduled to visit. She said she just wanted to check up on Tracy. The visit lasted almost two hours and the women talked about life, love, and everything else under the sun. It was that day that Tracy realized that the chemistry she shared with Karen was more than platonic. It was that night that Tracy allowed herself to have her very first fantasy about Karen.

She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new friend. Her hormones raged and her body ached to explore a more physical, sensual connection with the woman who had mandatory access to her home two times a week. Because she had been compelled to keep her sexuality secret and hidden in the military, Tracy had been accustomed to not opening up to anyone but potential lovers about her preferences. The newly emerging artist in Tracy was different. It was almost as if the minute she picked up a paint brush, she became committed to telling the truth, with her art and with her heart.

“Hey friend, come on in,” Tracy said as she opened the door widely to greet Karen on her next scheduled visit. This time, rather than her hands and clothes being covered in paint, she was wearing a teal colored blouse and jeans that would be what she’d wear on a casual date with a man. She watched for Karen’s reaction carefully as she undid the buttons on her shirt to reveal a black lace push up bra as she listened to her heart. Tracy rested her right hand on Karen’s thigh as she pricked the finger on her left hand to test her blood sugar. Still no response. Karen seemed to be oblivious to any sexual tension and went about her business professionally and reported that she would in fact be telling the doctor that Tracy was cleared for release.

Visibly saddened, Tracy sighed and said, “I’m going to miss you, friend. It’s been great getting to know you over this short period of time.”

“Oh, I can still stop by and see you,” Karen responded. “I have other patients in the area and I would be more than happy to stop by and check on you every once in a while.” She added, “You know, my life is so routine, so predictable. I’ve been married to the same man for fifteen years, we’ve been in a relationship since high school; I’ve been in the military for more than a decade. I’m a mom and a wife and a nurse. You’re an artist. I admire what you’re doing. It’s so, you know, different. I think what you’re doing is fascinating and I love your work and I just think you’re a really interesting, really nice person.” It wasn’t exactly what Tracy wanted to hear but it felt nice regardless and she knew Karen was being sincere. The last things she wanted to do was alienate her new friend so they hugged goodbye with promises of seeing one another again.

Before the week was out, Karen called and asked if it was okay if she stopped by. Tracy was elated. She grabbed a bottle of wine, some cheese and crackers and set out a little tray. “I finished with all my patients early today and I just didn’t feel like going home yet,” Karen blurted out the second she walked in. “My sister-in-law is watching the baby and my older two have practice after school. I just needed a little adult time, I hope you don’t mind.”

Mind? Was she crazy? Tracy was elated. Karen graciously accepted the offer of the chilled Pinot Grigio at 3:00 in the afternoon and nibbled on the smoked Gouda and crackers. Nestled comfortably on her sofa, the two women continued to open up to one another in ways that far exceeded most burgeoning friendships. They were both revealing personal information about each other, about their sex lives, love lives, fears, dreams, frustrations, things that usually come after knowing someone a long time. As the proverbial clock struck 5, Karen had to leave and her car was barely out the driveway before Tracy had her vibrator out and was frantically stimulating her already aroused pussy.

In the following weeks, the unscripted visits became more frequent, with Karen sometimes stopping by on her lunch breaks, after seeing all her patients, and even on her days off. The beauty of their conversations was that they were deep, raw, and honest, not at all superficial. Tracy didn’t want to seem obvious, so some days she would offer herbal tea or juice, others nothing at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karen to loosen up a bit more, she offered some form of alcohol, you know, all under the guise of being a gracious hostess. Her nights were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making love to her new friend, terrified she might lose her if she revealed her lust but aroused beyond belief by the connection.

Eventually, Tracy knew it was time to reveal her true feelings. She decided she would do it with a painting. Inspired, the piece came to life and she invited her friend to her studio to reveal it. “It’s not finished,” she mumbled, terrified about being rejected as an artist and a friend. As Karen stared at the canvas, she could clearly make out two women who could not be confused for anyone other than herself and Tracy in a very intimate, semi-nude embrace.

“Oh my! Is that who I think it is?” Tracy nodded, too scared to say anything at that moment.

“I’m flattered,” Karen said, trying to be careful not to hurt her friend’s feelings. “You know… I’m not attracted to you like that, right? I just want to be friends.”

Tracy felt a sense of relief almost. It wasn’t as if she wanted Karen to rip her clothes off and for them to fuck in the middle of the floor, it was more like she just needed her friend to see all of her, to know her truth, to not hide any parts of herself anymore. She felt free. She mumbled something about the chemistry and the connection they shared and apologized in ten different ways for making Karen uncomfortable and asked if they could just remain friends. For all of her infatuation, Tracy knew that Karen was married and she wasn’t about to break that rule, even if the attraction was mutual.

The dynamics of the relationship did change after that. Karen was more hesitant to come by, not because she didn’t like Tracy any more but because she felt awkward. Tracy was gracious but offered no alcohol on their brief visits. Their conversations were more tentative and reserved for a few weeks. Before long, water found its own level and everything was back to being comfortable, with the small exception of the fact that they two didn’t mention the sexual attraction thing. It didn’t need to be mentioned. There was a growing sexual tension between the two women. They would sit closer together on the sofa, touch more. A bright lamp in the corner of the room would eventually become replaced by the soft glow of candlelight. Their hugs goodbye lasted longer and it was more than evident that Karen was beginning to trust Tracy in ways she never thought possible.

“What’s it like,” Karen asked one day as she stared at her cup of tea, assuming Tracy would know immediately what she was talking about.

Tracy did understand. The rapport they had built together was based on a certain level of non-verbal communication.

“You mean being with another woman?” Karen nodded. “Well, it can be the most tender, gentle, sensual experience you’ve ever had, in a way that no man could ever touch you, kiss you or satisfy you. It can be just as intense and frenzied as fucking a man. Mostly, for me, the difference is there is no end objective. You know when you’re with a man that everything he does is with one goal in mind, to get to the fucking. With a woman, there is no such agenda; it’s all about the journey, not the destination. I’ve made love to a woman for eight hours once and my only goal was to get her to the very edge of orgasm and then stop over and over and over again. At the end of six hours, she was screaming for me to . . . ”

Tracy stopped in mid sentence. Karen was breathing heavy, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed signs of her breasts leaking. She leaned in close and tilted Karen’s face towards hers, their lips virtually close enough for a kiss, making intense eye contact. “Are you okay?”

“You know, I told John about, you know, about, well, I told him about the painting and everything. We aren’t prudes by any means, we experiment like any other couple, watch porn, whatever we can to keep our sex life from being boring. It’s just that you do get in a rut after you’ve been married a while, the same thing no matter how hard you try. He got really turned on when I told him. In fact, our sex life has been really great ever since I shared with him about… it, I mean us, I mean… you know what I mean. It’s just that, I keep wondering what it would be like to… you know… well, I’m sure you know. The last thing I want to do is lead you on and I don’t want to lose our friendship but I would be lying if I didn’t tell you that I’ve been thinking about what it would be like.” Karen was blushing and embarrassed but intimate enough with her friend to open up honestly.

Tracy reached out and held her friend’s hand. “I’ll answer any questions you have and I won’t stop being your friend. I won’t do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable. I promise. I have a policy; I don’t fool around with anyone who is married so we are pretty safe to talk about anything. It will go no further than that. If you want to talk about sex with me and go home and fuck your husband like crazy, that is just fine with me.”

They both laughed and hugged but the sexual tension was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karen gathered her things and bolted out there like lightning. Over the next few months, their relationship took on a new dynamic. Karen flirted, tempted, and teased and Tracy was holding fast to her rule about not fooling around with a married woman.

Karen started forsaking her other friends, friends she’s known since high school, to come spend time Tracy. She loved the feeling of freedom she got the very minute she walked through the door, the ability to tell the truth that she didn’t have with her other friends. She loved the sexual tension and she had begun being more discriminate about the things she shared with her husband, not wanting him to know exactly how turned on she was getting sharing time with another woman. Karen knew that for all Tracy’s integrity, she would never cross the line, so she felt nothing about teasing her friend, making not so subtle suggestions and then running out the door to the safety of her husband and married life.

One night, a little after one in the morning, Karen, audibly upset, called Tracy and said, “Sorry to wake you, but John and I had a really bad fight, do you mind if I crash at your place? I just can’t stand the thought of sleeping next to him right now. I need to get out of the house and I… well, I just want to come there to be honest.” Tracy extended an offer for her friend to stay with her and said she would leave a key under the mat and the guest room ready for her whenever she got there. Karen was already on her way.

Within a half hour, she was in Tracy’s driveway and the key was under the mat as promised. She quietly let herself in and peeked in the guest room with towels on the end of the bed and a cute little gift basket of toiletries on the dresser. Tentatively, she walked past the guest room to Tracy’s master bedroom. Curiosity had gotten the best of her and she had to find out what it was like in real life. She was desperate to know what it was like to make love to another woman. She tiptoed in and folded her clothes in a neat pile as she undressed completely. Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the covers and crawled in bed, snuggling her body against the warmth of her friend’s brown body.

Tracy awoke immediately, still groggy but very sure that there was a naked body next to hers. “Karen, what are you doing? Don’t do this. Please.”

Tracy’s words were silenced with a kiss. Karen placed her lips against Tracy’s and they shared an intimate, tender kiss, like only two women can share. Again, Tracy protested. “Karen, I’m not strong enough to withstand this kind of pressure. What about John?”

“I need this. I want this! You want it too. Please, don’t make me go. Make love to me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want to me but don’t make me go.” The words choked up in her throat as the tears came. She couldn’t leave, she wouldn’t leave. This wasn’t just about some random fuck with a stranger to get off. This wasn’t a cheap thrill. This was a woman she loved as a friend, cared about, shared with, and to whom she was strangely attracted.

She wanted to experience the thing that she had tried to deny for months. There was no denying that her clit would throb and her pussy would get moist when she was with Tracy, when they were sitting back talking, at times not even about sex. There was no denying that when she was having sex with her husband, she was thinking about what it would feel like to have a woman’s mouth on her, licking her, tasting her, eating her, about how different it would feel.

She didn’t have time to think too much about the ramifications of her actions. Tracy rolled over and positioned herself over Karen. Their legs intertwined. Karen reached up and pulled the t-shirt from Tracy’s sleepy frame and tossed it to the floor. She felt sexy and wanted in the moment.

“Are you sure you want this, want me?”

Feeling more confident than she’d felt in a very long time, she reached up and placed her mouth on Tracy’s. Their lips gently parted and their tongues found each other’s. Electricity shot through Karen’s body. Almost immediately, her pussy began to throb and pulse, getting wetter than she’d remembered in a very long time. A sound escaped her lips, one of pleasure and arousal. Tracy kissed her back and their kiss because more passionate but still very, extraordinarily sensual.

Tracy kissed her way down Karen’s neck, tasting her skin, pressing her lips to the erotic hot spots Karen had almost forgotten she had. Her body responded. She was writhing, twisting, panting and incredibly turned on. She’d imagined what it would be like to be with a woman but in her wildest imagination she had never thought that it would feel so excruciatingly erotic. By the time Tracy’s lips got to her collar bone, sounds were escaping her lips that sounded strange to her own ears.

In the darkness of her bedroom, in the middle of the night, Tracy put aside all her misgivings about engaging in an affair with a married person and gave in to her desires. Before her was a sensual woman, a needy woman who deserved to be made love to and pleasured like she’d never experienced previously. The woman beneath her was a friend, a person she knew inside and out, a woman she had craved sexually for months. She took her time and prepared to pleasure and seduce Karen until she begged her to stop.

If she had been given the opportunity to prepare, she would have had various toys and things like honey, ice cubes, satin sheets, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl movie ready. With nothing but her hands and mouth, she set to work. Unsure of how to handle the lactation thing, she decided to proceed slowly and let Karen decide how and where she should go. With that decision, she decided to lick everywhere but her nipples. Methodically, she kissed, licked, and erotically nibbled her way from Karen’s collarbone to her belly button and back again, not missing a spot in between.

Every nerve ending in Karen’s body felt alive with excitement. She was tense and aroused and nervous all at the same time. She didn’t know what to do with her hands so she gripped the sheets tightly and held on for dear life. Tracy took Karen’s hands and placed them on her hips. Even in the darkness of night, she could see the contrast in skin tone, feel the softness of a woman’s flesh. Her hands began to roam, gently caressing Tracy’s curves.

Tracy responded, “Mmmmm, that feels so nice. Don’t stop. Oh, yeah, feel my tits.”

Karen froze momentarily and then took a deep breath and did just that. The weight, the fullness, the feeling of those hard, dark nipples in her hands was sensory overload. Something deep inside her, something instinctual made her want those nipples in her mouth. Without saying a word, Tracy knew and lowered her tits to her waiting mouth.

Karen took to making love to a woman like a duck takes to water. She licked and kissed and softly sucked like she wanted to be sucked. She did it the way she knew deep in her gut would feel pleasurable. In that moment she understood what people meant when they said that only another woman knows how to pleasure a woman. Tracy was moaning, rubbing her pussy against Karen’s thigh. It was slippery and hot and distracting. “Oh, Tracy, this is driving me crazy. Fuck me.”

Tracy responded with a smile. She turned Karen over and proceeded to kiss her way down her back, her thighs, all over her ass, her tongue leaving a wet trail down her spine. Karen had had enough of the tease and wanted more. Tracy grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knees, causing Karen to gasp for air. She gently parted the soft, pink folds of flesh that enveloped all that made Karen a woman and stared.

Almost imperceptibly, she took her finger and gently caressed Karen’s clit. In that moment Karen was 100% sure John had never touched her so softly, never found her spot so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a hiss. Her breathing was short, raspy. The sensation didn’t last long as Tracy’s fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet pussy. The next sensation she felt was that of hot breath on her inner thighs, her ass, her pussy. It was as if Tracy was making love to her pussy with her eyes, not even touching it, just looking at it, examining it in a way no one had ever done before. Karen was chanting, “Eat me . . . lick me . . . fuck me . . . FUCK ME . . .”

Reaching between her legs, Karen started to rub her own pussy but Tracy moved her hand away. She replaced her fingertip with her tongue and began to lick softly. Karen’s words now were incoherent, she was speaking the language of supreme ecstasy. From her clit to her asshole and back again, Tracy tasted every inch of Karen’s wet slit. She sucked where she was supposed to, licked in just the right spots. And just when Karen didn’t think she could take any more teasing, Tracy took her fingers and pushed them inside Karen’s dripping wet pussy.

They probed and pushed all the right spots. That was enough to send her over the edge but Tracy had other plans. Flipping her over, holding her legs back, Tracy started licking her again. This time her focus was solely on her clit, she was going to bring her to orgasm with the flicking motion of her tongue. Karen grabbed Tracy’s head and held it close as she sputtered profanities and practically screamed how good it felt.

Just as Karen was about to reach her special moment, Tracy stopped. She climbed up Karen’s body and kissed her again, letting her taste her own juices. Karen sucked her tongue feverishly. She felt out of control. She was caressing Tracy’s body now, begging for release. She felt uninhibited, unrestrained by the fears and apprehensions she previously possessed. Then, there, it was about feeling good, nothing more, nothing less. She held up her tits to her friend. “Here, suck them.” It was a symbolic gesture, symbolizing a closeness and a bond that the two friends shared. It was representative of giving her sexuality to a woman in a way that most would never share.

Tracy needed no further encouragement and lowered her mouth to the hardened nipples. Softly, she sucked. It wasn’t about her pleasure, it was about the intimacy, connection, and passion between the two friends. As her mouth filled with the sweet, warm liquid, she heard Karen’s gentle moans. Her own pussy was flowing freely now as her friend humped her thigh against her mound. She slid her fingers inside Karen again, this time, intending to give her an earth-shattering orgasm. At this point, Karen was so wet, the entire room was filled with the sounds of her being finger fucked.

Both women were moaning, groaning, chanting, cursing. At the last minute, Tracy slid her body around and placed her pussy against Karen’s. It was soft and wet and unlike anything Karen had ever felt before. They fucked each other. They rubbed their clits against one another, pink against pink, holding on to each other for dear life until they both felt the waves of impending pleasure overtake them.

Karen slid out of bed in the early morning hours. She needed to get home to the kids before they started moving around. She softly kissed Tracy goodbye and whispered that she would call her later that afternoon. Tracy’s heart dropped. She felt terrible about breaking her own rule. Karen comforted her as best she could under the circumstances, assured her that their friendship was important and she was unwilling to let it go. Tracy wasn’t sure exactly what the future held for their friendship but she willing to face the consequences, come what may.

Author:NewWriter Category: Crushes

“Finally!” Amber blurted out as her pitcher of beer was being sat down on the table. The waiter stuttered out how sorry he was it took so long but they had to change out the keg.

“It’s fine” Amber sighed, as a few of the girls she was with started to giggle. Amber was already feeling the pitcher before this one, and the one before that.

“Don’t you think you have had enough?” a deep gritty voice said behind her. Amber would know that voice anywhere, turning around with a huge drunken grin. Mike was standing above her ready to catch her when she threw herself into his arms.

“You got my text!” Amber slurred out, as Mike nodded to the other girls at the table.

“Someone had to come get you, wild woman” smiling that bright sexy smile. Amber began to feel something more than just drunk.

Mike sat down next to Amber and put his hand on her thigh moving it up and down slowly already knowing where this night was going to end up. It had been weeks since Amber had called him and he was just starting to get to the point where he would have accepted he was just a booty call to her. He wanted more, so much more than just a night of fun. As Mike ordered a coke he waited for Amber to finish her third pitcher of the night as the girls kept topping off their beers to keep Amber from getting too much more intoxicated, Mike sat back and enjoyed Amber’s company, nodding at all the right spots, and laughing when she would spill something.

“That beautiful clumsy woman,” he thought to himself. It wasn’t long after that thought that she turned around and looked at him with a coy sex smile as if waiting for him to take her. Oh he was going to take her tonight; if they made it back to her place it was going to be a miracle.

“Are you ready to get out of here” Amber whispered into Mike’s ear as she grinded her body against his, already feeling his pants start to tighten around his dick he kissed her lightly on the lips and said “I would follow you anywhere” As they were leaving the bar Amber slurred her goodbye’s to the girls she came in with, as one whispered to Mike “were all hoping she gets a clue and sticks with you for good.” At that comment Mike smiled that beautiful smile again and said “I hope so too.”

Holding Amber around the waist, Amber stops and give Mike a wicked grin and pulls him into a dark alley right next to his car.

“I want to suck your dick,” Amber slurs, undoing Mikes belt and pants. Just then a police officer comes around the corner and Mike pulls Amber close to kiss her and cover his giant erection. As the police officer tells them to move along, Amber begins to laugh.

“I love your laugh, Amber. Just one of the many things I love about you.” Amber stopped laughing and kissed him hard. Pushing her whole body against his, pushing her tongue in deep into his mouth moving against his body. They fit perfectly together holding one another close. “Let’s get you home, Amber,” Mike whispers to her, breathing heavily.

“Do you want anything to drink, Mike?” Amber sounding a little more sober then when she was in the bar.

“No” as Mike wrapped his larger arms around Amber he thought to himself “this is all I would ever need.” Almost as if Amber read his mind she turned around and began to kiss him again. Almost with urgency, with need – she needed him, she wanted him, and she loved him. She paused.

“Mike, I don’t want you to freak out, but I’m starting really become attached to you”. Almost like a fire was lit under him Mike’s eyes burned with passion and he swept Amber off her feet and took her to the bed room.

“Amber, I have loved you for years,” Mike breathed into her ear kissing her all over her face, down her neck, her shoulders, oh how he loved her sweet sent she gave off. He could kiss her and explore her body for hours, years; he hoped he would have that kind of time with her after tonight.

Mike laid Amber on the bed as gently as he could and started to undo her jeans, she was a beautiful woman with curves. Mike was never the type of man to want a girl whose ribs would stick out. He grabbed her and looked up at her and smiled, “I can’t want to make you scream,” and with that he dived into Amber. Taking in the scent of her almost losing it right there Mike rubbed his hand against Amber warm center, wanting to enjoy every minute he had to give Amber the greatest pleasure she had ever received. Slowly taking her panties off Amber lay there naked before him, unsure of what Mike had in store for her next and unable to wait.

“Fuck me” Amber moaned out, and Mike just smiled in his raspy voice he said “that will come much later.” He bent down to her warm, wet, center parting the folds and breathing in her scent, slowly putting one finger into her she moaned in approval, he started to slowly move in and out, she was tight, and wet, he couldn’t wait to put himself into her and taking her over the edge.

Amber moaned in pleasure, shaking as Mike slipped a second then a third finger into her, as her center began to cool with more moisture she let out a scream as her first orgasm ripped through her body sending her into shudders of pleasure. As Mike removed his fingers from her warm center he licked them feeling the strain of his still tight pants he started to unbuckle them and pull them slowly off. Amber watch in amazement, she had seen Mike naked many times before, but never like this. She was shaking from pleasure, from the need for him to be inside her.

“Make love to me” she said in a raspy tone. “I always do,” as Mike came up to her she moved her body ready to take his full manhood into her. He went in slow making sure never to hurt her – with his massive size it could be easily done.  She squirmed and moaned as he filled her of what she wanted, and what she needed. Mike’s member began to slowly pump in and out of Amber slowly at first, he was so turned on he did not want to end too soon. She pressed her center into his member with each pump until they found the perfect rhythm. Both pumping into each other going to the state of pure bliss Amber screamed out and as she did Mike’s seed shot deep into her belly collapsing on top of Amber he laid still for a moment breathing heavily, “I love you Amber” he said in a husky tone. She finally said it back “I love you Mike.”