Miami Lesbians
I like my apartment, it has a great view.
But I never
expected to see the view I was treated too this morning. I have
an Eastern view, 10th floor overlooking the beach. It's a great
apartment and on mornings when it's warm and sunny, practically
every day, I like to start my day by laying out on the balcony
and catching a little sun. My tan is fantastic from my forehead
to my toes, except for that annoying white band around my waist.
I haven't had the nerve to do anything about that one. But I now
have the courage to sunbathe topless, which is quite an asset.
I gathered the necessary stuff for an extended tan, lotion, a
thermos of coffee, and a romance novel, then lazily pranced out
to my balcony in nothing but my bikini bottoms. If any neighbors
took notice any more, they were so used to seeing me sunbathe
each morning that they simply glanced out and wandered away. I
had a lot of male admirers, mostly on my own level or higher.
Actually, I had a few female admirers too, not that I cared. It
was the angry wives that bothered me. Well maybe not as much as
they should have, I thought with a smile.
I laid the towel on the chair positioned everything within
easy reach, and flopped down to enjoy my morning. I was one of
the lucky ones who didn't have to hurry into an office, my office
was at home and I did my best work between 10:00 o'clock pm and
about three in the morning. I poured coffee, took a sip, then
laid back with my eyes closed. The sound of cloth ruffling in
the wind, something like a flag, brought my eyes open. I looked
back and up to find a woman in a flowing one-piece dress admiring
the view. She was one floor above me leaning out over the
railing, and I was looking right up her dress. She was naked
underneath.
She was unaware of me. She would have to look down and to
her right to see me. I was directly under her neighbors balcony.
I watched the wind whipping the cloth up around her thighs,
wondering why I was looking, but still not looking away. It's
funny, I have never looked under a woman's dress before and I
suddenly realized it was very erotic. Kind of like sampling the
forbidden fruit, so to speak. Men must get a real kick out of a
beaver shot. I'd have to remember that in the future.
The woman was very beautiful. She had coal black hair and
ivory skin that had not seen much sunshine. A black-haired woman
in Miami was rare. Most women poured blonde out of a bottle like
an alcoholic poured scotch.
The woman smiled gently, thinking her own private thoughts
while she bounced lightly against the railing. She shaded her
eyes and looked out at the sun reflecting off the glittering
water.
She was VERY beautiful. I looked at the long, smooth lines
of her legs, from the calves up to her firm, rounded thighs. The
wind whipped her dress aside for a moment and I looked at her
perfectly rounded ass and the small tuft of black hair above her
otherwise bare pussy. I could imagine how good that firm ass
would feel in my hands, soft skin, rock hard...
What was I talking about? What the hell was I doing? I
couldn't believe that I was laying there fantasizing about
another woman. That just wasn't me. Was it the woman? Yes, it
could be. I had seen thousands of beautiful women in Miami, but
this one was different. Maybe because I was catching her at an
unguarded moment. She was like a beautiful, ivory goddess
watching the sea.
The woman leaned slightly out over the railing and looked
down past her feet at the pool and that's when she saw me. I was
so embarrassed that I could have died.
"Hi," I said lamely, laying with my head back, looking up at
her. She studied my heaving, naked chest and nicely tanned body
for a moment before she smiled and nodded.
"Have you been here long?" she called as she pushed her long
hair out of her face.
"Three years, more or less. How about you?"
"Three days. This is really fantastic," she said, waving at
the water.
"Absolutely," I agreed.
"Do you lay out like that every morning," she finally asked.
I knew that she was referring to my topless condition.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Wonderful. I think I might do the same thing, I really need
a tan," she said, pulling the hem of her skirt up. Of course I
had already seen her legs, ALL of her legs.
"You're welcome to join me, I have an endless supply of
coffee and hundreds of romance novels."
"You like those things?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.
"I write those things," I said with a smile.
"Ooops, sorry," she covered her mouth in embarrassment.
"No problem. Come on down, I'm 1020."
"Ok, I'm in 1122," she said needlessly. I waved and she
disappeared. I had one thought that was uppermost in my mind,
she was going to sunbathe on my balcony topless. Her chest was
about the only thing I hadn't seen yet. I really looked forward
to it.
But I was disappointed. She showed up at my door in the same
colorful dress, knocked, and came on in, hesitantly looking
around.
"I'm still out here," I called, as she squinted at the glass.
She nodded and made her way to the door. She stepped out, looked
around, then hurried over to me.
"I'm Jennifer," she said awkwardly, extending her hand. I
wiped the suntan lotion off mine and shook it.
"I'm Pamela, nice to meet you. You're not dressed for
sunbathing."
"No, my stuff hasn't arrived yet. I'm moving from Milwaukee,
and my suits are very midwest. I'd probably be laughed at here.
I plan to go shopping later."
"With a body like yours you would never be laughed at," I
said enviously, "but you can use one of mine if you want. They
even come with tops, if you like that kind of thing."
"Oh, you're a treasure," she said enthusiastically. "I was
too ashamed to ask. Are you famous?"
"Not really, I write under another name. What do you do?"
"Stewardess until six months ago. Now I'm living off daddy
until I find something else."
"I wish I could live off daddy," I said climbing to my feet.
I adjusted my bottom with my thumbs, then nodded for her to
follow. My bare feet slapped on the cold cement, sounding rather
obscene. I had to look behind me to make sure she was following.
She walked with quite little cat feet. It must have been one of
the benefits of walking up and down a bouncing plane all day. I
looked back again, about to apologize for the messy house, which
wasn't, of course, and found her staring at my ass. I looked
down self-consciously, thinking there was something on it. Then
I realized that she was admiring it. I looked up and she colored
in embarrassment.
"I... I was just admiring your figure," she said hesitantly.
"Me too, when you were up top," I pointed above me.
"Oh my, you must have had quite a view," she colored again.
"Yes it was... very memorable," I nodded with a smile.
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be, you have a great body. I actually enjoyed it,
which is strange. I've never done that before."
"Done what?" she was confused.
"Admired another woman's body."
"I'm flattered," she put her hand to her chest.
"Ok, let's see what I have," I opened my drawer and started
tossing suits on the bed. There were a couple of one-piece
suits, but for some reason when I was about to take one out, my
fingers let go and slid it back to the back. That was strange.
When a half-dozen bikini bottoms were strewn across the bed I
closed the drawer and turned. She was rummaging through them,
and finally settled on a skimpy solid blue number. It used to be
one of my favorites, but I had become tired of it. Hell, I had
become tired of all of them, that's why they were in the drawer.
Jennifer waved the bottom in the air. "Can I use your
bathroom?"
"Right behind you," I said carelessly. I couldn't wait to
see her come out. She had not asked for the top to the suit.
When she walked out I gasped in wonder.
"Oh lady, are those real?" I watched her firm, motionless
tits as she advanced.
"It's all me," she held them up and let them drop. They
barely moved.
"If you weren't such a nice person I could really hate you,"
I said, only half joking. Where did women get tits like that?
Mine looked like deflated balloons compared to hers. I had spent
one summer in Menton France, where I frequented a nude beach
daily. I knew that only one woman in a thousand had natural tits
like hers.
"Are you going to stand there staring at me, or are we going
to sunbathe?" she asked with a shy smile.
"I can't believe this," I said in a high-pitched squeal.
"The men in this building will never look at me again if I let
you go out like that."
"I could wear a top."
"Don't you dare," I said and pulled her forward. I helped
her set up another lounge chair, then grabbed a coffee cup and
sugar. When I got back, she was spread out on her stomach.
I poured her coffee then stretched out on my own chair.
"Pamela, I hate to bother you, but can you do me," she asked,
startling me out of a fantasy.
"I've certainly been thinking about it," I said, then glanced
up. She was holding a bottle of suntan lotion.
"Ooops," I said with a giggle. It was my turn to be
embarrassed.
"Now you're being flattering," she said, handing me the
bottle.
"No, Jennifer, I think I was serious," I said thoughtfully,
"I don't want to scare you off," I said quickly, rubbing lotion
over her back, "but you do something to me. I don't know, I
can't explain it. But don't think I'm a lesbian, I have never
even thought about it before."
"I've thought about it," she mused, rocking in time with the
firm strokes of my hands, "you have to think about it when you
are thrown together with a dozen other girls each night. But I
never had the nerve to approach anyone about it. You can get
fired if you're caught."
"Do you still think about it?" I asked gently.
"I'm thinking right now. It scares the hell out of me. I'm
too embarrassed to even turn and look you in the face."
I noticed that she was shaking. Then I realized that I was
too. Were we making plans, or just talking? I couldn't believe
that I had just propositioned another woman, sort of. So what
should I do next? I was new at this.
I glanced around at the neighboring balconies. They were
deserted. Jennifer's chair was far enough under the upper
balcony to be invisible to most of the neighbors. I looked down
at the soft skin I was touching. Her ivory white skin glistened
with suntan lotion now. It looked so inviting. I looked back at
her long legs, stretched out and slightly parted. They were so
perfect. With one more glance around, then one at the back of
Jennifer's lowered head, I slid down the chair and started
working suntan lotion into her lower calves. But my eyes were on
the bikini bottoms which she filled out so nicely. My breath
came in harsh little gasps as I slowly moved my massaging hands
up past her knees. She moved suddenly and I paused, but she was
just lowering her face onto her hands.
I continued my slow massage, working my way ever nearer to my
goal, the slender little band of blue material between her legs.
I wanted to hurry and touch it, but didn't want to push my luck.
I would go slowly and watch for signs of disapproval.
I finally managed to work my way up her inside thigh. I
rubbed the lotion in with a circular motion that let my knuckles
briefly caress the blue band of material. She didn't move. I
was hoping for at least a sign that she liked it. But she didn't
give me a sign one way or the other, not even a sigh.
I was at a loss for a moment. I poured more lotion into my
hands and rubbed it around, while I stared around at the
balconies once more. Then with shaking hands I pressed my
fingers into the back of each firm thigh and began to rub. I
gently increased the slow circles until they were pushing up
under the material at the back of her suit and massaging her firm
ass. It was absolute heaven.
She moved suddenly and I paused in horror, afraid that I had
gone too far.
"Maybe we should go inside," she said in a quite voice.
"Yeah, maybe we should. We don't want to give the neighbors
something to talk about," I laughed weakly.
She finally glanced at me from the corner of her eye in
embarrassment, then glanced quickly away as she led the way
inside. I wiped the excess lotion on my swimsuit and followed.
I was shaking so bad.
She paused in the living room.
"The bedroom is in there," I said hopefully. She knew where
it was, of course, I was just suggesting that we use it. She
glanced at the door for a moment, took a deep breath, and led the
way to the bedroom. I was so excited I nearly wet myself. I
watched the sexy sway of her ass, anticipating the next few
hours. This entire scene was so far beyond what I had ever
fantasized about, that it was hard to realize that it was really
me following this lovely woman into my bedroom. Of course there
was one problem. Neither of us knew what to do.
Jennifer looked around, smiled to show her approval of my
layout, then glanced at the bed uncomfortably.
"Pam, I don't know what to do next," she whispered. "I don't
think I can kiss another woman, so what's left, groping in the
dark?"
"You got me, Jennifer, but I'll tell you one thing, I'm so
horny right now I could do almost anything. Why don't we just
pick up where we left off, you lay down and I'll give you a nice
massage. If nothing else, it will relax you."
"That sounds nice," she said sweetly and moved over to lay
face down on the bed.
"I don't think you need this," I said bravely and hooked my
fingers into the waistband of her suit. I pulled and she turned
to look at me, then reluctantly lifted up off the bed. I pulled
the material down and waited for her to lift her legs, so I could
pull it off and toss it aside.
There it was, pure heaven, all laid out in front of me. A
vast expanse of ivory white female flesh, just waiting for me. I
started at the back of her legs again and began to massage. I
worked my way slowly up to her thighs, then slid my thumbs down
so they brushed her cute little pussy with each stroke. She
sighed and grabbed my blankets in her small fists.
I moved up and laid on the bed between her legs. My hands
moved up to massage her firm buttocks. They were amazing, firm,
magnificently beautiful, and so soft to the touch. I lowered my
face briefly while I massaged and sniffed, just inches from her
pussy. Jennifer had a distinct female aroma that was similar but
different from my own. I now had my face less than three inches
from her pussy, while my hands continued to massage her ass.
I had never really seen a close-up view of a pussy before, it
was fascinating. It was shaped like the lips of a clam, with
numerous intricate folds and wrinkles, and a slight trace of
moisture that glistened in the sunlight. She had removed all the
hair around it, leaving only a little tuft of hair above her
pussy. The sweet little naked pussy looked so inviting, but I
had to gather my nerve before I could take the next step. Never
in my wildest dreams would I have ever believed that I would be
in this position, but now I was about to taste a pussy for the
first time in my life.
"You look really beautiful down here," I said quietly, trying
to break the suspense.
"Thanks," she said with her chin resting on her hands, not
looking back at me.
"How do you feel?"
"Nervous, excited, horny, scared," she said quietly.
I leaned forward and kissed the firm left cheek of her ass.
She moaned and stiffened under that brief touch. I belatedly
remembered the suntan lotion and wiped my mouth on the back of my
arm to get rid of the oil.
"Ugh, suntan lotion tastes like shit," I said in a disgusted
voice.
She giggled and finally looked back and down so she could see
me. She suddenly straightened up and looked closer.
"Pam, can I roll over? I want to see you."
I nodded and rolled out of the way. She quickly rolled over
on her back and spread her legs wide. I realized that she was
ready, even if I wasn't.
"Take off your suit too," she said with a smile.
I knew it was stupid to feel embarrassed, but I did. I sat
up and pulled the suit down, then tossed it off the bed. She
held out her arms to me, so I slid up her body and fell into her
embrace. She suddenly sought my lips with her own. I held back
briefly, then surrendered and pressed my lips against hers. It
was the best kiss I ever had. Wild, passionate, and very erotic.
A woman has such soft lips, I never realized that before. It was
a long, passionate kiss that left us both extremely horny and
gasping for breath.
I broke the kiss and slid down her body until I could face
those rock hard tits that had been poking me in the chest. With
wild abandon I sealed my mouth around her right nipple and began
to suck. In a moment I attacked her nipple with my tongue and
watched her moan and arch her back. As I sucked and tongued, I
let my hand slide up and down her body, enjoying the soft, warm
skin against my hand.
This was a whole new experience, nothing like making love to
a man. Everything about it was different. We were hotter, more
nervous, and felt free to explore our own desires, enhance our
own sensual experiences, rather than concentrating on pleasing a
man. Men were like rockets, they started off stone cold,
exploded into a furry of action, then lay dormant and dead.
Women warmed up slowly building to a frenzy of sexual
excitement one step at a time. Everything you did took her one
step higher. Then, after her orgasm, she cooled down slowly and
gently, but was usually ready to go around again at the drop of a
hat. Two sexually excited women were the most compatible
creatures on Earth.
All this was going through my head when I suddenly realized
that I was back where I had started. I was staring at the silky
lips of Jennifer's pussy.
"I'm going to try it," I said softly, but firmly.
"Are you sure?" Jennifer lifted her head to look down at me.
"It looks so sweet," I said breathlessly as I watched,
mesmerized by the newness of the experience. "I wouldn't be the
first one, millions of women have tried it and love it," I said,
stalling for time.
"You don't have to if you..."
I slid forward and suddenly pressed my lips against her hot
flesh. I kissed it soundly, as I had her mouth, then slid my
tongue in partway. Jennifer gasped and stiffened, letting out a
little squeal of excitement.
I tasted the juices my tongue had collected, deciding I liked
it.
"Not bad," I said in surprise. "Not bad at all. I could get
used to this."
"Do it again," Jennifer begged. I smiled and pressed my
mouth against her warm mound. She gasped and grabbed the
blankets in both fists. My tongue roamed freely inside Jennifer
this time with no reservations. I had worried that I would find
it repulsive and have to leave Jennifer hot and horny, but now my
fears were past. I was going to enjoy myself. It might be the
only chance I ever got to eat another woman.
I spread her pussy apart with my thumbs and looked inside in
wonder. A pussy was very interesting when you looked at it up
close. I found a tiny envelope inside and recognized it
immediately. I extended my tongue and searched for the little
bud inside the envelope. As I worried it with my tongue,
Jennifer squealed and thrashed on the bed. I puckered my lips
and sucked the little bud into my mouth, then tongued the end of
it while I continued to suck. Jennifer when crazy, thrashing
around and humping her sex against my mouth. I decided that she
liked it so much that I would continue to attack her clit for a
while. When her orgasm began to build I let go of the little
bud. Jennifer cried out and reached for my head, trying to pull
me back into her pussy.
"No, not yet," I commanded. "Roll over."
"Please," she begged.
"No. Now roll over," I said again, slapping her on the side
of her ass. As she started to roll over I hoped out from between
her legs, watching the perfect, firm, little ass turning over in
front of me.
"What are you going to do?" she asked in a sullen voice.
"Everything. Everything I have ever heard of or dreamed of,"
I said, crawling back between her outspread legs. I fell down on
my stomach and placed one hand on each firm ass cheek. Before
she could stop me I lowered my face, extended my tongue, and
pressed it against her anus.
"Oh Pam, no," she objected, dropping her face against the
blankets. I continued to probe her ass, ignoring her objections.
I knew she would change her tune shortly. Only one man had ever
done this to me before, and try as I may I could never get
another to do it. Now I was doing it to Jennifer.
"Even your ass is sweet," I said in surprise. "Relax and let
me in," I commanded and pressed my tongue firmly against the
little pink ring. I pressed as hard as I could, but barely
entered at all. Jennifer was resisting. I raised my hand and
slapped the cheek of her ass soundly. She screamed, tightened
her ass momentarily, then automatically relaxed it. I plunged
ahead. I felt her ass tighten around my wiggling tongue again,
but I was part way in now. I raised a hand again and brought it
down on the other cheek. She screamed and shot up off the bed,
and when she relaxed I pressed my tongue in even more. Satisfied
with my progress I settled down and began probing her ass
enthusiastically. At first her ass tightened each time I moved
my tongue, but eventually it relaxed and I shoved it in all the
way. I knew what I was doing was disgusting. I would probably
be revolted when my horniness wore off, but right now I loved it,
and so did Jennifer. She was moaning into the blankets, moving
her ass against my face in time with my tongue fucking her ass.
"My ass is burning up inside," she whispered, her words
muffled by the blanket. "It's so disgusting, but feels so good,"
she sighed. While I held her ass cheeks apart with one hand, I
slid the other down and began thumbing her pussy with the other.
Jennifer panted breathlessly into the blanket, pressing her
ass back against my face to meet the probing strokes of my
tongue. I was wiggling my tongue around inside her ass freely
now, with little resistance. It was so hot inside. I didn't
even mind the musty taste. My main problem was that I wanted to
be eaten too. My pussy was burning up and dripping all over my
expensive blankets.
I decided to finish her and hope that she was brave enough to
do me. It may have been safer to attempt a 69 while she was
burning with passion and would have done almost anything, but I
wanted to see that gorgeous face between my legs sucking on my
little blonde butter clam.
I pulled my tongue out gently and watched the ass hole close
up.
"Roll over," I said, giving her ass a little slap. I could
see the previous marks left by my hand. They were still pink
from my spanking. She quickly rolled over and spread her legs
wide with a direct look and quick smile. I looked her in the
eyes as I lowered my open mouth to her pussy and sucked it
brutally. She groaned and rolled on the bed, in pain and
pleasure. I relented and plunged my tongue inside her. She
stiffened with a hiss and pulled my face into her groin.
My quick tongue battered her still little clit. Jennifer
squealed and arched her back, throwing her head from side to
side. I continued my assault on her little bud until she grabbed
my face, holding it with both hands, while humping her sex
against my mouth. She breathed in squealing little grunts,
sounding more like an animal than a beautiful young woman.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth," she suddenly hissed.
I nodded and applied a light suction while strumming her
clit. She gasped, tossing herself around on the bed until she
suddenly clamped her legs tightly around my head and squealed,
stiffening every muscle in her body. I put one hand on each
cheek of her ass and held her pussy in place as she tossed,
bucked, and rolled. After a few more seconds I stopped strumming
her clit and applied a light suction to her agonized pussy
without moving my mouth. She seemed to come again and again
while my mouth filled with her salty lubricant. By the taste I
wasn't sure it was all lubricant, but I didn't mind.
It seemed to take hours for her to finally relax on the bed,
exhausted and sweating. I simply watched her face change
expressions with my mouth still clamped over her pussy. She
suddenly looked down and reached for me. I released my hold on
her pussy reluctantly and slid up her body for a passionate kiss.
"Your turn," she said to my joy and relief. "I'm going to do
something that one of my boyfriends liked to do on me. He called
it the bowling ball technique."
"It doesn't involve a real bowling ball, does it?" I asked as
I maneuvered around and took her place on the bed.
"No, not quite. You'll see."
In a hurry to get started, she impatiently pushed my legs
apart and turned until she was straddling one of my outstretched
legs. She lowered her face without hesitation and began licking
my hot, slippery pussy flesh with wild abandon. I laid back with
my arms and legs thrown wide, enjoying the feeling of her tongue
between my legs. It was absolutely wonderful. As a writer words
come easy to me, but there is no way to describe the feeling of a
woman's soft lips and knowing tongue touching you every place you
want to be touched. There are no wasted motions, no waiting
until a man get's back to the place you want to be licked, a
woman dives right in and licks you right where you need it.
Her tongue did a rapid dance from the top to the bottom of my
pussy, then side to side as it worked it's way down and back up
again, touching my clit frequently to keep me very hot. Her
middle finger slid inside my pussy and churned the juices and
flesh for a moment, then withdrew. I cried out in
disappointment, then felt the same finger at the entrance to my
anus. It entered gingerly, since she had long nails, and finally
slid inside me with little pain. Next I felt her thumb slide
inside my pussy, move around a bit, then slid in and out of me.
In a moment she slid a finger first in my ass, then my pussy, in
a seesaw movement. I was being double fucked by two fingers on
her hand, and it felt wonderful. Her tongue was now
concentrating on my clit and the top of my pussy.
I could hear the squishy sounds of her tongue and finger
inside me. It was very exciting. They were the only sounds in
the room other than my harsh breathing and low moans.
I looked at her kneeling body just a few feet away on my
right. I tried to pull her closer so I could suck on her pussy,
but she pulled away. I satisfied myself with massaging her
sweet, firm ass.
While I played with her ass with one hand, I used my left
hand to pull my breast close to my mouth so I could suck on my
nipple. It hurt a little to stretch it that far, but the feeling
my lips were causing on my nipple added fire to my loins. Not
that it needed any help. My pussy was on fire. There was fire
in my ass, pussy, and stomach. Her tongue was causing my pelvis
to jerk involuntarily each time it crossed my clit. I tried to
grind my pussy against her mouth, but she held me down firmly
with her left hand.
I suddenly realized that she was being so strict because we
both had to be in just the right position for her to have access
to my ass and pussy. With this in mind I tried something
different. I slid two of my fingers into her juicy pussy, and
she didn't object. Sliding them in and out enthusiastically, I
finally withdrew my index finger and touched her puckered
asshole. She whimpered slightly as my finger slid inside. In no
time I was reaming her pussy and ass just like she was reaming
mine. Her ass swayed in the air and I watched it, fascinated,
while I pumped my fingers inside her.
She paused with her own ministrations and I suddenly felt
something different. Before I knew it there were two fingers
inside my asshole, splitting me apart.
I groaned and arched my back as the determined fingers wormed
their way up inside me. I could feel them clear to my stomach.
The combined efforts of her fingers, thumb, and mouth, created a
burning fire that blended together in my entire lower body.
After a while I was not sure which instrument was creating which
fire, but it was all absolutely wonderful.
"Jennifer, I'm going to cum big," I whispered partially in
warning.
I looked down and watched her sweet mouth working on my hot,
bare pussy. She was putting all her concentration into making me
cum, working her mouth around, snaking her tongue here and there,
tasting, touching, and brutalizing my clit. I felt her tongue at
the entrance to my pee hole working on it as if trying to gain
entrance, then her puckered lips were suddenly sucking on my
clit. I exploded without warning. It started off with a growing
scream while my legs started shaking violently. Then my pussy
started bucking against her mouth, my back arched and I was in a
full-blown orgasm. I threw my left leg over her head and pulled
her tight into my pussy while I worked my fingers inside her
savagely. I was not worried about hurting her any more, I just
wanted to make her cum like I was.
With two fingers working in my ass and a thumb in my pussy
touching them through my thin membrane, it took away some of the
intensity that her mouth had been creating. Now it all exploded
into one big molten ball of fire. I screamed with wild abandon
as I thrashed around on my bed. I could feel the coldness of my
expended juices against my back where they had pooled on my
sheets. I could feel her soft leg touching my own right leg, and
feel the intense heat of her pussy and ass around my fingers. It
all led to the biggest, longest, most mind-shattering cum I had
ever had in my entire life.
Each time I was about to relax she would begin feasting on my
mound again and give me another immediate orgasms. It seemed it
would never stop, but I had to stop her when I came for the fifth
time. It was getting to be just too much.
When she finally withdrew her fingers and mouth from my
crotch I sprang up off the bed and crawled around to push my face
into her upturned ass. Her pussy was sopping wet from my
extended finger fuck. I slid my face into her pussy and licked,
with the folds trying to engulf my face. My nose was pressed
into her wet hole while my mouth and tongue sucked and licked her
stiffened clit. She panted into my sheets while I brutalized her
upturned ass. It didn't take long for her to grunt, then scream
as I brought her to orgasm again. When she settled down we both
fell to the bed and looked at each other.
We were a mess. After a blank stare we began laughing at the
horrible mess we had made of ourselves.
"I'll take the shower, you can have the bath tub," I offered.
"Ok. I'm sure not going back to my apartment like this."
"Don't go, stay for dinner. In fact why don't you sleep over
and we can try this again more gently, make it last all night if
we want."
"I'd like that, I really would," she said with some surprise.
"At least we know what to do now."
"Well some of it, anyway. I'm sure we can find more ways of
doing it. Maybe we can go out orgy shopping."
"What?"
"You know, oriental cucumbers, the long, narrow kind, and one
of those slender rolls of salami. I'm sure we can find quite a
bit of pleasure at the supermarket, if we use our imaginations."
"You mean like a banana split, and you provide the split?"
"Yeah, you've got the idea," I said, laughing.
We ambled into the bathroom together, content and excited.
We had opened up a new world for ourselves, one we couldn't wait
to explore. And I planned to explore Jennifer to the fullest
extent over the next few weeks.
expected to see the view I was treated too this morning. I have
an Eastern view, 10th floor overlooking the beach. It's a great
apartment and on mornings when it's warm and sunny, practically
every day, I like to start my day by laying out on the balcony
and catching a little sun. My tan is fantastic from my forehead
to my toes, except for that annoying white band around my waist.
I haven't had the nerve to do anything about that one. But I now
have the courage to sunbathe topless, which is quite an asset.
I gathered the necessary stuff for an extended tan, lotion, a
thermos of coffee, and a romance novel, then lazily pranced out
to my balcony in nothing but my bikini bottoms. If any neighbors
took notice any more, they were so used to seeing me sunbathe
each morning that they simply glanced out and wandered away. I
had a lot of male admirers, mostly on my own level or higher.
Actually, I had a few female admirers too, not that I cared. It
was the angry wives that bothered me. Well maybe not as much as
they should have, I thought with a smile.
I laid the towel on the chair positioned everything within
easy reach, and flopped down to enjoy my morning. I was one of
the lucky ones who didn't have to hurry into an office, my office
was at home and I did my best work between 10:00 o'clock pm and
about three in the morning. I poured coffee, took a sip, then
laid back with my eyes closed. The sound of cloth ruffling in
the wind, something like a flag, brought my eyes open. I looked
back and up to find a woman in a flowing one-piece dress admiring
the view. She was one floor above me leaning out over the
railing, and I was looking right up her dress. She was naked
underneath.
She was unaware of me. She would have to look down and to
her right to see me. I was directly under her neighbors balcony.
I watched the wind whipping the cloth up around her thighs,
wondering why I was looking, but still not looking away. It's
funny, I have never looked under a woman's dress before and I
suddenly realized it was very erotic. Kind of like sampling the
forbidden fruit, so to speak. Men must get a real kick out of a
beaver shot. I'd have to remember that in the future.
The woman was very beautiful. She had coal black hair and
ivory skin that had not seen much sunshine. A black-haired woman
in Miami was rare. Most women poured blonde out of a bottle like
an alcoholic poured scotch.
The woman smiled gently, thinking her own private thoughts
while she bounced lightly against the railing. She shaded her
eyes and looked out at the sun reflecting off the glittering
water.
She was VERY beautiful. I looked at the long, smooth lines
of her legs, from the calves up to her firm, rounded thighs. The
wind whipped her dress aside for a moment and I looked at her
perfectly rounded ass and the small tuft of black hair above her
otherwise bare pussy. I could imagine how good that firm ass
would feel in my hands, soft skin, rock hard...
What was I talking about? What the hell was I doing? I
couldn't believe that I was laying there fantasizing about
another woman. That just wasn't me. Was it the woman? Yes, it
could be. I had seen thousands of beautiful women in Miami, but
this one was different. Maybe because I was catching her at an
unguarded moment. She was like a beautiful, ivory goddess
watching the sea.
The woman leaned slightly out over the railing and looked
down past her feet at the pool and that's when she saw me. I was
so embarrassed that I could have died.
"Hi," I said lamely, laying with my head back, looking up at
her. She studied my heaving, naked chest and nicely tanned body
for a moment before she smiled and nodded.
"Have you been here long?" she called as she pushed her long
hair out of her face.
"Three years, more or less. How about you?"
"Three days. This is really fantastic," she said, waving at
the water.
"Absolutely," I agreed.
"Do you lay out like that every morning," she finally asked.
I knew that she was referring to my topless condition.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Wonderful. I think I might do the same thing, I really need
a tan," she said, pulling the hem of her skirt up. Of course I
had already seen her legs, ALL of her legs.
"You're welcome to join me, I have an endless supply of
coffee and hundreds of romance novels."
"You like those things?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.
"I write those things," I said with a smile.
"Ooops, sorry," she covered her mouth in embarrassment.
"No problem. Come on down, I'm 1020."
"Ok, I'm in 1122," she said needlessly. I waved and she
disappeared. I had one thought that was uppermost in my mind,
she was going to sunbathe on my balcony topless. Her chest was
about the only thing I hadn't seen yet. I really looked forward
to it.
But I was disappointed. She showed up at my door in the same
colorful dress, knocked, and came on in, hesitantly looking
around.
"I'm still out here," I called, as she squinted at the glass.
She nodded and made her way to the door. She stepped out, looked
around, then hurried over to me.
"I'm Jennifer," she said awkwardly, extending her hand. I
wiped the suntan lotion off mine and shook it.
"I'm Pamela, nice to meet you. You're not dressed for
sunbathing."
"No, my stuff hasn't arrived yet. I'm moving from Milwaukee,
and my suits are very midwest. I'd probably be laughed at here.
I plan to go shopping later."
"With a body like yours you would never be laughed at," I
said enviously, "but you can use one of mine if you want. They
even come with tops, if you like that kind of thing."
"Oh, you're a treasure," she said enthusiastically. "I was
too ashamed to ask. Are you famous?"
"Not really, I write under another name. What do you do?"
"Stewardess until six months ago. Now I'm living off daddy
until I find something else."
"I wish I could live off daddy," I said climbing to my feet.
I adjusted my bottom with my thumbs, then nodded for her to
follow. My bare feet slapped on the cold cement, sounding rather
obscene. I had to look behind me to make sure she was following.
She walked with quite little cat feet. It must have been one of
the benefits of walking up and down a bouncing plane all day. I
looked back again, about to apologize for the messy house, which
wasn't, of course, and found her staring at my ass. I looked
down self-consciously, thinking there was something on it. Then
I realized that she was admiring it. I looked up and she colored
in embarrassment.
"I... I was just admiring your figure," she said hesitantly.
"Me too, when you were up top," I pointed above me.
"Oh my, you must have had quite a view," she colored again.
"Yes it was... very memorable," I nodded with a smile.
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be, you have a great body. I actually enjoyed it,
which is strange. I've never done that before."
"Done what?" she was confused.
"Admired another woman's body."
"I'm flattered," she put her hand to her chest.
"Ok, let's see what I have," I opened my drawer and started
tossing suits on the bed. There were a couple of one-piece
suits, but for some reason when I was about to take one out, my
fingers let go and slid it back to the back. That was strange.
When a half-dozen bikini bottoms were strewn across the bed I
closed the drawer and turned. She was rummaging through them,
and finally settled on a skimpy solid blue number. It used to be
one of my favorites, but I had become tired of it. Hell, I had
become tired of all of them, that's why they were in the drawer.
Jennifer waved the bottom in the air. "Can I use your
bathroom?"
"Right behind you," I said carelessly. I couldn't wait to
see her come out. She had not asked for the top to the suit.
When she walked out I gasped in wonder.
"Oh lady, are those real?" I watched her firm, motionless
tits as she advanced.
"It's all me," she held them up and let them drop. They
barely moved.
"If you weren't such a nice person I could really hate you,"
I said, only half joking. Where did women get tits like that?
Mine looked like deflated balloons compared to hers. I had spent
one summer in Menton France, where I frequented a nude beach
daily. I knew that only one woman in a thousand had natural tits
like hers.
"Are you going to stand there staring at me, or are we going
to sunbathe?" she asked with a shy smile.
"I can't believe this," I said in a high-pitched squeal.
"The men in this building will never look at me again if I let
you go out like that."
"I could wear a top."
"Don't you dare," I said and pulled her forward. I helped
her set up another lounge chair, then grabbed a coffee cup and
sugar. When I got back, she was spread out on her stomach.
I poured her coffee then stretched out on my own chair.
"Pamela, I hate to bother you, but can you do me," she asked,
startling me out of a fantasy.
"I've certainly been thinking about it," I said, then glanced
up. She was holding a bottle of suntan lotion.
"Ooops," I said with a giggle. It was my turn to be
embarrassed.
"Now you're being flattering," she said, handing me the
bottle.
"No, Jennifer, I think I was serious," I said thoughtfully,
"I don't want to scare you off," I said quickly, rubbing lotion
over her back, "but you do something to me. I don't know, I
can't explain it. But don't think I'm a lesbian, I have never
even thought about it before."
"I've thought about it," she mused, rocking in time with the
firm strokes of my hands, "you have to think about it when you
are thrown together with a dozen other girls each night. But I
never had the nerve to approach anyone about it. You can get
fired if you're caught."
"Do you still think about it?" I asked gently.
"I'm thinking right now. It scares the hell out of me. I'm
too embarrassed to even turn and look you in the face."
I noticed that she was shaking. Then I realized that I was
too. Were we making plans, or just talking? I couldn't believe
that I had just propositioned another woman, sort of. So what
should I do next? I was new at this.
I glanced around at the neighboring balconies. They were
deserted. Jennifer's chair was far enough under the upper
balcony to be invisible to most of the neighbors. I looked down
at the soft skin I was touching. Her ivory white skin glistened
with suntan lotion now. It looked so inviting. I looked back at
her long legs, stretched out and slightly parted. They were so
perfect. With one more glance around, then one at the back of
Jennifer's lowered head, I slid down the chair and started
working suntan lotion into her lower calves. But my eyes were on
the bikini bottoms which she filled out so nicely. My breath
came in harsh little gasps as I slowly moved my massaging hands
up past her knees. She moved suddenly and I paused, but she was
just lowering her face onto her hands.
I continued my slow massage, working my way ever nearer to my
goal, the slender little band of blue material between her legs.
I wanted to hurry and touch it, but didn't want to push my luck.
I would go slowly and watch for signs of disapproval.
I finally managed to work my way up her inside thigh. I
rubbed the lotion in with a circular motion that let my knuckles
briefly caress the blue band of material. She didn't move. I
was hoping for at least a sign that she liked it. But she didn't
give me a sign one way or the other, not even a sigh.
I was at a loss for a moment. I poured more lotion into my
hands and rubbed it around, while I stared around at the
balconies once more. Then with shaking hands I pressed my
fingers into the back of each firm thigh and began to rub. I
gently increased the slow circles until they were pushing up
under the material at the back of her suit and massaging her firm
ass. It was absolute heaven.
She moved suddenly and I paused in horror, afraid that I had
gone too far.
"Maybe we should go inside," she said in a quite voice.
"Yeah, maybe we should. We don't want to give the neighbors
something to talk about," I laughed weakly.
She finally glanced at me from the corner of her eye in
embarrassment, then glanced quickly away as she led the way
inside. I wiped the excess lotion on my swimsuit and followed.
I was shaking so bad.
She paused in the living room.
"The bedroom is in there," I said hopefully. She knew where
it was, of course, I was just suggesting that we use it. She
glanced at the door for a moment, took a deep breath, and led the
way to the bedroom. I was so excited I nearly wet myself. I
watched the sexy sway of her ass, anticipating the next few
hours. This entire scene was so far beyond what I had ever
fantasized about, that it was hard to realize that it was really
me following this lovely woman into my bedroom. Of course there
was one problem. Neither of us knew what to do.
Jennifer looked around, smiled to show her approval of my
layout, then glanced at the bed uncomfortably.
"Pam, I don't know what to do next," she whispered. "I don't
think I can kiss another woman, so what's left, groping in the
dark?"
"You got me, Jennifer, but I'll tell you one thing, I'm so
horny right now I could do almost anything. Why don't we just
pick up where we left off, you lay down and I'll give you a nice
massage. If nothing else, it will relax you."
"That sounds nice," she said sweetly and moved over to lay
face down on the bed.
"I don't think you need this," I said bravely and hooked my
fingers into the waistband of her suit. I pulled and she turned
to look at me, then reluctantly lifted up off the bed. I pulled
the material down and waited for her to lift her legs, so I could
pull it off and toss it aside.
There it was, pure heaven, all laid out in front of me. A
vast expanse of ivory white female flesh, just waiting for me. I
started at the back of her legs again and began to massage. I
worked my way slowly up to her thighs, then slid my thumbs down
so they brushed her cute little pussy with each stroke. She
sighed and grabbed my blankets in her small fists.
I moved up and laid on the bed between her legs. My hands
moved up to massage her firm buttocks. They were amazing, firm,
magnificently beautiful, and so soft to the touch. I lowered my
face briefly while I massaged and sniffed, just inches from her
pussy. Jennifer had a distinct female aroma that was similar but
different from my own. I now had my face less than three inches
from her pussy, while my hands continued to massage her ass.
I had never really seen a close-up view of a pussy before, it
was fascinating. It was shaped like the lips of a clam, with
numerous intricate folds and wrinkles, and a slight trace of
moisture that glistened in the sunlight. She had removed all the
hair around it, leaving only a little tuft of hair above her
pussy. The sweet little naked pussy looked so inviting, but I
had to gather my nerve before I could take the next step. Never
in my wildest dreams would I have ever believed that I would be
in this position, but now I was about to taste a pussy for the
first time in my life.
"You look really beautiful down here," I said quietly, trying
to break the suspense.
"Thanks," she said with her chin resting on her hands, not
looking back at me.
"How do you feel?"
"Nervous, excited, horny, scared," she said quietly.
I leaned forward and kissed the firm left cheek of her ass.
She moaned and stiffened under that brief touch. I belatedly
remembered the suntan lotion and wiped my mouth on the back of my
arm to get rid of the oil.
"Ugh, suntan lotion tastes like shit," I said in a disgusted
voice.
She giggled and finally looked back and down so she could see
me. She suddenly straightened up and looked closer.
"Pam, can I roll over? I want to see you."
I nodded and rolled out of the way. She quickly rolled over
on her back and spread her legs wide. I realized that she was
ready, even if I wasn't.
"Take off your suit too," she said with a smile.
I knew it was stupid to feel embarrassed, but I did. I sat
up and pulled the suit down, then tossed it off the bed. She
held out her arms to me, so I slid up her body and fell into her
embrace. She suddenly sought my lips with her own. I held back
briefly, then surrendered and pressed my lips against hers. It
was the best kiss I ever had. Wild, passionate, and very erotic.
A woman has such soft lips, I never realized that before. It was
a long, passionate kiss that left us both extremely horny and
gasping for breath.
I broke the kiss and slid down her body until I could face
those rock hard tits that had been poking me in the chest. With
wild abandon I sealed my mouth around her right nipple and began
to suck. In a moment I attacked her nipple with my tongue and
watched her moan and arch her back. As I sucked and tongued, I
let my hand slide up and down her body, enjoying the soft, warm
skin against my hand.
This was a whole new experience, nothing like making love to
a man. Everything about it was different. We were hotter, more
nervous, and felt free to explore our own desires, enhance our
own sensual experiences, rather than concentrating on pleasing a
man. Men were like rockets, they started off stone cold,
exploded into a furry of action, then lay dormant and dead.
Women warmed up slowly building to a frenzy of sexual
excitement one step at a time. Everything you did took her one
step higher. Then, after her orgasm, she cooled down slowly and
gently, but was usually ready to go around again at the drop of a
hat. Two sexually excited women were the most compatible
creatures on Earth.
All this was going through my head when I suddenly realized
that I was back where I had started. I was staring at the silky
lips of Jennifer's pussy.
"I'm going to try it," I said softly, but firmly.
"Are you sure?" Jennifer lifted her head to look down at me.
"It looks so sweet," I said breathlessly as I watched,
mesmerized by the newness of the experience. "I wouldn't be the
first one, millions of women have tried it and love it," I said,
stalling for time.
"You don't have to if you..."
I slid forward and suddenly pressed my lips against her hot
flesh. I kissed it soundly, as I had her mouth, then slid my
tongue in partway. Jennifer gasped and stiffened, letting out a
little squeal of excitement.
I tasted the juices my tongue had collected, deciding I liked
it.
"Not bad," I said in surprise. "Not bad at all. I could get
used to this."
"Do it again," Jennifer begged. I smiled and pressed my
mouth against her warm mound. She gasped and grabbed the
blankets in both fists. My tongue roamed freely inside Jennifer
this time with no reservations. I had worried that I would find
it repulsive and have to leave Jennifer hot and horny, but now my
fears were past. I was going to enjoy myself. It might be the
only chance I ever got to eat another woman.
I spread her pussy apart with my thumbs and looked inside in
wonder. A pussy was very interesting when you looked at it up
close. I found a tiny envelope inside and recognized it
immediately. I extended my tongue and searched for the little
bud inside the envelope. As I worried it with my tongue,
Jennifer squealed and thrashed on the bed. I puckered my lips
and sucked the little bud into my mouth, then tongued the end of
it while I continued to suck. Jennifer when crazy, thrashing
around and humping her sex against my mouth. I decided that she
liked it so much that I would continue to attack her clit for a
while. When her orgasm began to build I let go of the little
bud. Jennifer cried out and reached for my head, trying to pull
me back into her pussy.
"No, not yet," I commanded. "Roll over."
"Please," she begged.
"No. Now roll over," I said again, slapping her on the side
of her ass. As she started to roll over I hoped out from between
her legs, watching the perfect, firm, little ass turning over in
front of me.
"What are you going to do?" she asked in a sullen voice.
"Everything. Everything I have ever heard of or dreamed of,"
I said, crawling back between her outspread legs. I fell down on
my stomach and placed one hand on each firm ass cheek. Before
she could stop me I lowered my face, extended my tongue, and
pressed it against her anus.
"Oh Pam, no," she objected, dropping her face against the
blankets. I continued to probe her ass, ignoring her objections.
I knew she would change her tune shortly. Only one man had ever
done this to me before, and try as I may I could never get
another to do it. Now I was doing it to Jennifer.
"Even your ass is sweet," I said in surprise. "Relax and let
me in," I commanded and pressed my tongue firmly against the
little pink ring. I pressed as hard as I could, but barely
entered at all. Jennifer was resisting. I raised my hand and
slapped the cheek of her ass soundly. She screamed, tightened
her ass momentarily, then automatically relaxed it. I plunged
ahead. I felt her ass tighten around my wiggling tongue again,
but I was part way in now. I raised a hand again and brought it
down on the other cheek. She screamed and shot up off the bed,
and when she relaxed I pressed my tongue in even more. Satisfied
with my progress I settled down and began probing her ass
enthusiastically. At first her ass tightened each time I moved
my tongue, but eventually it relaxed and I shoved it in all the
way. I knew what I was doing was disgusting. I would probably
be revolted when my horniness wore off, but right now I loved it,
and so did Jennifer. She was moaning into the blankets, moving
her ass against my face in time with my tongue fucking her ass.
"My ass is burning up inside," she whispered, her words
muffled by the blanket. "It's so disgusting, but feels so good,"
she sighed. While I held her ass cheeks apart with one hand, I
slid the other down and began thumbing her pussy with the other.
Jennifer panted breathlessly into the blanket, pressing her
ass back against my face to meet the probing strokes of my
tongue. I was wiggling my tongue around inside her ass freely
now, with little resistance. It was so hot inside. I didn't
even mind the musty taste. My main problem was that I wanted to
be eaten too. My pussy was burning up and dripping all over my
expensive blankets.
I decided to finish her and hope that she was brave enough to
do me. It may have been safer to attempt a 69 while she was
burning with passion and would have done almost anything, but I
wanted to see that gorgeous face between my legs sucking on my
little blonde butter clam.
I pulled my tongue out gently and watched the ass hole close
up.
"Roll over," I said, giving her ass a little slap. I could
see the previous marks left by my hand. They were still pink
from my spanking. She quickly rolled over and spread her legs
wide with a direct look and quick smile. I looked her in the
eyes as I lowered my open mouth to her pussy and sucked it
brutally. She groaned and rolled on the bed, in pain and
pleasure. I relented and plunged my tongue inside her. She
stiffened with a hiss and pulled my face into her groin.
My quick tongue battered her still little clit. Jennifer
squealed and arched her back, throwing her head from side to
side. I continued my assault on her little bud until she grabbed
my face, holding it with both hands, while humping her sex
against my mouth. She breathed in squealing little grunts,
sounding more like an animal than a beautiful young woman.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth," she suddenly hissed.
I nodded and applied a light suction while strumming her
clit. She gasped, tossing herself around on the bed until she
suddenly clamped her legs tightly around my head and squealed,
stiffening every muscle in her body. I put one hand on each
cheek of her ass and held her pussy in place as she tossed,
bucked, and rolled. After a few more seconds I stopped strumming
her clit and applied a light suction to her agonized pussy
without moving my mouth. She seemed to come again and again
while my mouth filled with her salty lubricant. By the taste I
wasn't sure it was all lubricant, but I didn't mind.
It seemed to take hours for her to finally relax on the bed,
exhausted and sweating. I simply watched her face change
expressions with my mouth still clamped over her pussy. She
suddenly looked down and reached for me. I released my hold on
her pussy reluctantly and slid up her body for a passionate kiss.
"Your turn," she said to my joy and relief. "I'm going to do
something that one of my boyfriends liked to do on me. He called
it the bowling ball technique."
"It doesn't involve a real bowling ball, does it?" I asked as
I maneuvered around and took her place on the bed.
"No, not quite. You'll see."
In a hurry to get started, she impatiently pushed my legs
apart and turned until she was straddling one of my outstretched
legs. She lowered her face without hesitation and began licking
my hot, slippery pussy flesh with wild abandon. I laid back with
my arms and legs thrown wide, enjoying the feeling of her tongue
between my legs. It was absolutely wonderful. As a writer words
come easy to me, but there is no way to describe the feeling of a
woman's soft lips and knowing tongue touching you every place you
want to be touched. There are no wasted motions, no waiting
until a man get's back to the place you want to be licked, a
woman dives right in and licks you right where you need it.
Her tongue did a rapid dance from the top to the bottom of my
pussy, then side to side as it worked it's way down and back up
again, touching my clit frequently to keep me very hot. Her
middle finger slid inside my pussy and churned the juices and
flesh for a moment, then withdrew. I cried out in
disappointment, then felt the same finger at the entrance to my
anus. It entered gingerly, since she had long nails, and finally
slid inside me with little pain. Next I felt her thumb slide
inside my pussy, move around a bit, then slid in and out of me.
In a moment she slid a finger first in my ass, then my pussy, in
a seesaw movement. I was being double fucked by two fingers on
her hand, and it felt wonderful. Her tongue was now
concentrating on my clit and the top of my pussy.
I could hear the squishy sounds of her tongue and finger
inside me. It was very exciting. They were the only sounds in
the room other than my harsh breathing and low moans.
I looked at her kneeling body just a few feet away on my
right. I tried to pull her closer so I could suck on her pussy,
but she pulled away. I satisfied myself with massaging her
sweet, firm ass.
While I played with her ass with one hand, I used my left
hand to pull my breast close to my mouth so I could suck on my
nipple. It hurt a little to stretch it that far, but the feeling
my lips were causing on my nipple added fire to my loins. Not
that it needed any help. My pussy was on fire. There was fire
in my ass, pussy, and stomach. Her tongue was causing my pelvis
to jerk involuntarily each time it crossed my clit. I tried to
grind my pussy against her mouth, but she held me down firmly
with her left hand.
I suddenly realized that she was being so strict because we
both had to be in just the right position for her to have access
to my ass and pussy. With this in mind I tried something
different. I slid two of my fingers into her juicy pussy, and
she didn't object. Sliding them in and out enthusiastically, I
finally withdrew my index finger and touched her puckered
asshole. She whimpered slightly as my finger slid inside. In no
time I was reaming her pussy and ass just like she was reaming
mine. Her ass swayed in the air and I watched it, fascinated,
while I pumped my fingers inside her.
She paused with her own ministrations and I suddenly felt
something different. Before I knew it there were two fingers
inside my asshole, splitting me apart.
I groaned and arched my back as the determined fingers wormed
their way up inside me. I could feel them clear to my stomach.
The combined efforts of her fingers, thumb, and mouth, created a
burning fire that blended together in my entire lower body.
After a while I was not sure which instrument was creating which
fire, but it was all absolutely wonderful.
"Jennifer, I'm going to cum big," I whispered partially in
warning.
I looked down and watched her sweet mouth working on my hot,
bare pussy. She was putting all her concentration into making me
cum, working her mouth around, snaking her tongue here and there,
tasting, touching, and brutalizing my clit. I felt her tongue at
the entrance to my pee hole working on it as if trying to gain
entrance, then her puckered lips were suddenly sucking on my
clit. I exploded without warning. It started off with a growing
scream while my legs started shaking violently. Then my pussy
started bucking against her mouth, my back arched and I was in a
full-blown orgasm. I threw my left leg over her head and pulled
her tight into my pussy while I worked my fingers inside her
savagely. I was not worried about hurting her any more, I just
wanted to make her cum like I was.
With two fingers working in my ass and a thumb in my pussy
touching them through my thin membrane, it took away some of the
intensity that her mouth had been creating. Now it all exploded
into one big molten ball of fire. I screamed with wild abandon
as I thrashed around on my bed. I could feel the coldness of my
expended juices against my back where they had pooled on my
sheets. I could feel her soft leg touching my own right leg, and
feel the intense heat of her pussy and ass around my fingers. It
all led to the biggest, longest, most mind-shattering cum I had
ever had in my entire life.
Each time I was about to relax she would begin feasting on my
mound again and give me another immediate orgasms. It seemed it
would never stop, but I had to stop her when I came for the fifth
time. It was getting to be just too much.
When she finally withdrew her fingers and mouth from my
crotch I sprang up off the bed and crawled around to push my face
into her upturned ass. Her pussy was sopping wet from my
extended finger fuck. I slid my face into her pussy and licked,
with the folds trying to engulf my face. My nose was pressed
into her wet hole while my mouth and tongue sucked and licked her
stiffened clit. She panted into my sheets while I brutalized her
upturned ass. It didn't take long for her to grunt, then scream
as I brought her to orgasm again. When she settled down we both
fell to the bed and looked at each other.
We were a mess. After a blank stare we began laughing at the
horrible mess we had made of ourselves.
"I'll take the shower, you can have the bath tub," I offered.
"Ok. I'm sure not going back to my apartment like this."
"Don't go, stay for dinner. In fact why don't you sleep over
and we can try this again more gently, make it last all night if
we want."
"I'd like that, I really would," she said with some surprise.
"At least we know what to do now."
"Well some of it, anyway. I'm sure we can find more ways of
doing it. Maybe we can go out orgy shopping."
"What?"
"You know, oriental cucumbers, the long, narrow kind, and one
of those slender rolls of salami. I'm sure we can find quite a
bit of pleasure at the supermarket, if we use our imaginations."
"You mean like a banana split, and you provide the split?"
"Yeah, you've got the idea," I said, laughing.
We ambled into the bathroom together, content and excited.
We had opened up a new world for ourselves, one we couldn't wait
to explore. And I planned to explore Jennifer to the fullest
extent over the next few weeks.