“The usual?” Lily had asked.

My bravery had blossomed that day, and it was anything but the usual. Lily only came to do my hair a few times a year, and I’d been carting around a crush on her for ages. For three years she’d been visiting to cut and color me, since no one else seemed to do it right, and she no longer worked at the salon where we’d first met.

“I was thinking something new,” I said, as she came around to stand in front of me, brushing my bangs down over my eyes to judge how long they were.

“How new?” she asked. Her brown eyes sparkled as she looked down at me.
“Really new. Really short. Really blonde,” I said, swallowing hard to get rid of the lump in my throat.
“Sounds good.” Lily smiled and stepped a bit closer to mess with my part. I could smell the cinnamon and spice scent of her favorite perfume, and under it, the pretty light scent that was all her.
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These past few weeks have been the most exciting time in my marriage, and possibly my entire life. I have Emily to thank, as well as my husband, Jonathan, for being so understanding as I explore my bisexual urges.

Jonathan took a new position last year with a large national company. The job paid well enough for us to move into a much nicer apartment, but it required him to travel all over the country, often keeping him on the road for a week or more at a time. Our separation was easy enough to deal with during the day, when my teaching career kept me happily busy, but the hours alone at evening’s end would find me restless and bored. Time seemed to drag by with nothing to hold my interest, and nights without him would often find me sleepless.

All of that changed one Sunday evening last month when Jonathan was in Seattle; he always left on Sunday when traveling to be on site bright and early Monday morning. I had dropped him off at the airport that afternoon and stopped at a bookstore on my way home. Once home, I put on a pot of tea, and was just sitting down with a new novel to read when there was a knock at the door.
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I’d always sort of wondered what cock tasted like, but being a generally straight guy, that’s not the easiest thing to discover without putting yourself really out there. I’d considered asking girls about it after they’d sucked my dick, but it seemed strange to ask them and I wasn’t certain if their answers would satisfy my curiosity. Same thing went for my few gay or bisexual friends; it just wasn’t the sort of thing I could see myself bringing up. Yet, deep down, I knew it was something I wanted to experience for myself.

Then, as fate would have it, I met Kenny. He was a good friend of a coworker who started meeting us for after-work drinks, and he was very vocal about his bisexual proclivities. One night, after everyone else had left the bar and I was a little buzzed from one beer too many, I decided this was finally my chance to ask what it was like to suck off another guy. Though my voice cracked when I asked him, he seemed perfectly comfortable—and somewhat amused—about my choice of conversation and asked what exactly I wanted to know.
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David and I met at our favorite gay bar in Greenwich Village, and even though we’ve been together for three years, we like to go back there to reenact our meeting every once in a while. No matter how many times we play that game, it’s always exciting to have David pick me up.

The last time we decided to go to the bar, David and I got ready separately and left half an hour apart so we wouldn’t see each other before we arrived. It added to the excitement, not knowing what David looked like that night or how he’d choose to approach me. I made sure I was dressed to impress, in my best jeans and button-down shirt. I did my hair the way David prefers, too, slicking it back so it wouldn’t hide my eyes, which he says he loves to stare into.

When I got to the bar, I glanced around, but I didn’t see David anywhere. Not wanting to look too hard and ruin whatever seduction plans he had, I took a stool near the back and ordered a beer. I was about halfway through the pint when the man sitting next to me got up and was immediately replaced—by David. My boyfriend didn’t acknowledge me at first, so I continued to drink my beer in silence as he ordered a drink of his own and chatted up the bartender for a few long minutes.
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My girl has a thing about downtime. She doesn’t know how to have any. She’s a type-A personality all the way. Georgette can make even the calmest person a bit tense. I’d finally had it this past summer when I took some vacation days in order to spend time with her during her work break. I thought maybe we’d catch a movie or two, take a trip to the farmer’s market, complete a home project. And fuck, of course—I hadn’t forgotten that.

On day one she already had an itinerary and was spinning herself out of control to complete it.

“Georgie, it’s a vacation,” I reminded her. “I just want to hang out with you.” I kissed her, putting my hands on her slender hips as I pressed my breasts to her, holding my body close to hers. I was hoping she’d get as turned on as I was already.
No such luck.
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Geek. Nerd. Dweeb. You might think of these words as insults, but I would use any of them to describe myself, and proudly. And as someone who loves comic books and dressing up like my favorite superheroes, they are words I hear often, especially as a girl. Luckily, being geeky sometimes gets me laid.

Last year, I got super-lucky at a convention. I’d dressed as a male character, which I could pull off because of my short hair and smallish tits that were further compressed by some bindings and a latex bodysuit. In addition, a mask covered most of my face, so it wasn’t immediately apparent that I was female, but I must say that I thought I looked sexy, regardless of gender. The quiver of arrows strapped to my back made me feel tough, not to mention the bow I was carrying.

I hadn’t been at the convention long when a girl dressed as my character’s female counterpart approached me. My pussy dampened the moment I saw her costume, which was comprised of a tightly laced corset and a short skirt that revealed nearly all of her shapely legs. As she walked closer, I realized she might think I was a boy, but I didn’t care.
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When I couldn’t beg, cajole, bribe or force my computer to accept a software upgrade, I didn’t get angry. I knew better than to fight with an inanimate object, or to throw said inanimate object out the window no matter how much momentary glee that might give me. Instead, I called my good friend Lisa who understands machines better than I ever could. She is like The Computer Whisperer. She speaks their language.

“I’m glad you could come so quickly,” I told her as she sat down in front of my machine.

“I always come quickly,” she said, and I felt myself blush. I hadn’t meant it like that. Lisa always makes me a little giddy.

“I was at the end of my cord,” I told her, indicating the problem on the screen.

She laughed and assured me she’d have the situation fixed in no time. I went to the kitchen to pour us each a beer while she got to work. When I returned to my home office, I saw that she was watching porn. In fact, she was watching a porn movie that I had been watching earlier in the day. My heart started to race, and my cheeks grew hotter. I had been expecting to find her bent over the keyboard. I hadn’t expected to find her with her hand down her jeans, slowly stroking herself while watching the pretty women on the screen.

“You didn’t clear your history,” she said in a matter of fact manner as she removed her hand from her Levis.

“I didn’t know I could,” I said, horrified.

I stood there, beers in my fists, staring in embarrassment as she clicked the mouse, highlighting porn site after porn site.

When you work at home, like I do, nothing really registers under NSFW. Who is going to get on me about spending my coffee hour (and, yes, I tend to give myself a full hour) making myself come while watching pictures of sultry, slutty women licking each other.

“You definitely have a type,” Lisa said, smiling over her shoulder at me. I knew exactly why she was smiling. At least half the women in the girl on girl videos looked like her brunette, tattooed temptresses with wicked bodies.

“Did you really need me to fix this, Mel?” she asked. “All I had to do was click ‘accept terms.’”

On the screen behind her, a woman had spread her partner out on a bed and was driving her tongue into the lovely lady’s pussy. I took a sip of one of the beers rather than try to respond. The girl on the receiving end would have been howling with pleasure if the volume on the computer had been turned on. As it was, she simply writhed and bucked in silence, her fingers sliding over her lover’s shoulders, her thighs spread wide apart. This was one of my favorite videos, because after the brunette ate the blonde’s pussy, they sixty nined for quite a while. It never failed to get me off watching the two take each other to their orally induced heights.

“Would you like me to check your box next?” Lisa asked, her voice low and sexy. I nodded fiercely, and she stood and came to my side. She seemed to understand that I was frozen, with the inability to function, because she took the drinks and set them on the bookcase. I wondered whether she’d lead me to the bedroom or at least the living room. But no. She cued up the video to the start, and then bent me over the desk.

“Does Ed know you watch girl porn?”

I realized that Lisa hadn’t heard the latest news. She must have been confused as to why I had called her in the first place. Ed used to take care of all my needs, computer and otherwise. “We broke up,” I told her.

“Oh?” she didn’t sound nearly as sad as she seemed to try to be acting.

“I realized we weren’t right together.”

“Oh,” she said again, sounding even happier. “You watch,” she continued, “and I’ll go back to work.”

When Lisa said the word “work,” she meant: lift up my skirt and pull down my panties. I helped her by stepping out of the floral cotton bikinis, and I stared at the video of the two women getting busy on their leather sofa. For a moment, I actually thought I might be having one of those fantasies one that feels so real, you think you’re awake. But then Lisa reached over and clicked the volume button so we could listen to the purrs and moans the ladies were making. Her short red fingernails against my keyboard looked too real to be a hallucination. I bit my lip as she spread my thighs wide apart and stroked my pussy from behind.

“You’re dripping wet,” she crooned as she bent down behind me. “Do you like watching naughty videos?”

I nodded, but I realized she couldn’t see me. Not with her head between my legs. So I said, “Yes, Lisa.”

“Do you want me to do to you what that woman is doing to her lover?”

“Yes, Lisa.”

I arched my hips as high as I could. Lisa began by licking my pussy from behind, driving her face against me so that she could get her tongue in deep. I groaned and bucked. I could not remember anything feeling so good before. At least, not until Lisa changed her motion, slipping a finger inside me while she ground her face against me.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

“You like that?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

What I wanted to say was, “Yes, Lisa, that’s all I ever think about. You fucking me. Hard and fast. I hope you’re packing. I’m desperate to ride your cock.” What I actually said was: “Yes, please.” Wasn’t I the polite one?

Lisa pulled away and then said, “I want to fuck you, too, but I want to keep the porn rolling.” I had a solution to that.

“Come with me,” I told her, letting my skirt fall down over my naked ass. It felt decadent not to be wearing any panties, especially with my pussy so wet and juicy. Lisa followed me to my bedroom, and I slid in my favorite girl on girl video. Lisa grinned as I pushed “Play.”

“I have this one,” she said. “I like when they’re sixty nining.”

I liked that part, too. We both began to strip, and I watched as Lisa peeled off her turquoise muscle shirt and then kicked off her boots. Her body was exactly as I’d always imagined. And when I say “imagined,” I mean, jacked off to. She had sublime muscles on her arms. I knew that from every longing glance I’ve ever snuck. But her washboard stomach was new to me. I could not believe how ripped she was. I stripped more quickly than she did, and then I sprawled on the bed and watched as she undid her belt buckle and took off her jeans. Lisa seemed to be moving slowly, now down to her black and white striped boyshorts.

“Why did you and Ed break up?” she asked.

Lisa and I had been friends for a long time, and she’d seen me date my share of men and women. But we’d never been more than friends in the past.

“He couldn’t give me what I needed,” I said, and Lisa climbed onto the bed.

“What was that?”

I reached for her. “This.” I gripped her hips and pulled her on top of me into a sixty nine. With the video playing on the side table, the two of us got busy. I spread her pretty shaved pussy lips wide apart and dove between her thighs. I was surprised to see that her clit was pierced, and I found that the silver metal hoop nestled against her warm wet flesh made me even more excited than I had been before. I sucked on her clit and toyed with the jewelry with my tongue, loving the way the hoop felt in my mouth. Lisa sighed and tightened her thighs around me. Each time I did something she liked, she moaned. That was good for me, too, because the noises she made echoed through me, sending delicious vibrations that radiated from my pussy outward to the edges of my being.

“God, you’re sweet,” she said. I could just make out her muffled words. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. I had wanted to taste her since the first time we met, but we’d always been dating other people. Now we were both free for the first time, and free felt good.

It tasted even better.

Lisa’s pussy was so wet. From the video, from eating me out in the office, or from what we were doing or a combination of all three I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. All I wanted was to lap up her luscious juices until she came. Lisa seemed to have the same idea with my own pussy. She sucked and slurped, with her face pressed fully to my split. I groaned when she used her fingers to pinch my clit, and I thrust against her when she drove two fingers inside me. I echoed her actions, and soon we were licking, finger fucking, bucking and groaning in tandem. When she crossed one finger over the other, so that she was using a corkscrew motion inside me, I did the same to her. When she rubbed her soft hair back and forth against my inner thighs, I mirrored that action, as well. I wasn’t at all shocked when we reached climax simultaneously, each of us working hard not to let the other down as the bursts of pleasure rushed over us. I did not relinquish my lip lock on her clit until her climax had fully subsided. She did the same with me.

We lay there afterward, still entwined, as we caught our breath. On the television screen, the two women had switched gears and were now fucking with a strap on. Even though seconds before I would have thought I could never move again, suddenly I had a fresh rush of energy. I leaned up on one elbow and met Lisa’s eyes. She raised an eyebrow curiously.

“Do you have one?” she asked.

I shook my head, detangled myself, and went to the dresser. Shyly, I pulled out the bottom drawer. Lisa peeked over the bed to see the many dildos I had nestled in with my stockings.

“Oh, I see,” she said, “not one, but many.”

I wasn’t embarrassed at all to show her my treasures. I was happy I had so many to choose from.

“Which do you want?” I asked.

“The red looks nice.”

I lifted the large red dildo and my favorite black harness. I didn’t know which one of us was going to be pitching and which one catching. Lisa answered that query right away by lifting the toys out of my hands and expertly fastening herself into the harness and sliding the dildo into place.

My pussy clenched while I watched her. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything sexier than her working the silver buckle into place so that the harness fit snug over her gorgeous hips.

“I want you doggy style,” Lisa told me, and I scrambled into position on the mattress, with my butt up in the air and my arm muscles locked. I thought she’d slide right in immediately. She knew how wet I was. She’d tasted for herself so recently that my juices were still coating her chin. So I was taken unaware when she bent down and licked me again, getting her face mashed up against my pussy. I groaned and shuddered, and she pulled back, gripped my hips, and then plunged the dildo inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, “that feels so damn good.”

“Your juices are all over my lips and this cock,” she said. “You’re dripping.”

I rocked my hips with her, helping her find the perfect rhythm as she tangled one hand in my hair. I had two choices of things to watch now the two of us fucking in the mirror over my bed if I faced straight ahead, or the television that was off to the left if I turned my head. But then I realized I could see both if I moved slightly, catching the reflection of the television in the mirror and the image of the two of us making love. There were four sexy women in the mirror, and I watched as Lisa realized, too. She seemed to find this intriguing, because she hesitated for a moment, and then she began to fuck me the way the girl in the movie was fucking her honey. She’d told me that she owned the video, too, and she proved she knew the choreography of the x rated actresses as she began to work me beat for beat like the dominant lover in the movie screwed her girlfriend.

“You even look like her,” Lisa said, indicating the redhead in the movie. I guess I did. I’d never realized that. I’d always been focused on watching the hot brunette.

Nothing so sexy had ever happened to me before. I was watching porn, one of my favorite pastimes, and being fucked, which trumped the first. Doing the two together was like the visceral description of having your cake and getting your pussy fucked at the same time.

I waited for my favorite part of the video, wondering if Lisa was going to do what the porn star in the flick did. She didn’t let me down. She slammed her cock into my hole, and then she pulled out, moved up the mattress, and gripped a handful of my long, curly hair.

“Suck me good,” she said as I worked to deep throat her toy. “Show me what you can do.” I licked and sucked the dildo with all the finesse I had. Then Lisa moved back into place, slipping the wet toy between my legs once more. I don’t think I’ve ever been taken as hard as she took me, and when she sensed I was reaching my second orgasm, she broke from the script, pulled out, and put her face back between my legs once more.

“I want to lick every drop of your come,” she said. “I don’t want to waste any,” and then her voice disappeared as she pressed her mouth to my pussy. I got down on my elbows with my hips high in the air as she split me apart like a ripe peach and ate me to another climax.

“Oh, God,” I moaned into the pillow as she dined on me. I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Lisa didn’t seem to mind my lack of coherent conversation. As soon as she’d tongue fucked me to my second orgasm, she undid the harness and thrust the toy toward me.

“Please,” she said. “Please fuck me with that dildo while it’s still glossy and glistening with your come.”

Her words made me shiver, and I buckled the harness into place, adjusting for my size. Lisa positioned herself on the bed. She lay on her back and brought her legs up high. I saw how she wanted me to fuck her, and I didn’t let her down. I spread open her nether lips with my fingers, and then I rested the bulbous head of the dildo right against her entrance. Lisa positioned her legs against my shoulders, so I had an ankle balanced on each one. She was so pretty like that. I didn’t act right away I watched her.

Lisa stared at me, her eyes pleading. I slipped the tip of the cock into her hole, and she whimpered. I knew what she wanted, but I was in a teasing mood. Ever so slowly, I let her feel the first inch of the toy. She tried to raise her hips off the bed to force the cock inside herself, but I backed away so she didn’t get any more than I would allow.

Slowly, she lowered her hips, understanding the game. I gave her the second inch, and she made a low, keening sound. I loved the way she looked: her eyes hot and desperate, her hair sticking to her face with sweat. She was hungry and needy, and I dragged a knuckle roughly down between her pussy lips and made her groan.

When I’d had enough of going slow, I began to rock in and out of her pussy. She sighed with relief and let me take her where she needed to go. I used my fingers to pull apart her pussy lips as my cock drove inside her. I pinched her clit and stroked my fingers all around that button. I made sure that she had constant contact the cock stroking her inner walls and my fingers playing and toying with her clit. I tugged gently on the silver hoop piercing, and she tossed her head back and closed her eyes.

I wondered what it had felt like when she’d gotten the piercing. Had getting it made her climax on the spot? I loved the thought of her in one of those chairs with her thighs spread while some hot piercer worked on her with gloved hands. These visions were taking me closer to another climax, especially with the base of the toy hitting my clit just right.

But this was Lisa’s turn.

I found the rhythm she seemed to like best, and I fucked her and tapped her clit until she told me she was going to come. Well, she didn’t actually say the words. She said, “Oh, baby. I’m going to . . . oh, Mel, it’s so good, oh, please, please don’t stop.”

Then she was coming, grinding and panting, and I rocked her all the way through her climax and then found my own. My hips beat against hers until the power of the pleasure finally subsided. I undid the harness and tossed it to a nearby chair, then cuddled naked with Lisa in the bed. The women on the screen had finished their show, too, and the picture went black.

Thank God I hadn’t remembered to clear my history. But now that Lisa’s in my world, I never plan to do so again!

The candles were lit, and the table was set with my fancy wedding china. Dinner was right on schedule, four courses that even the most renowned French chefs would be proud of, including a passion fruit souffl that just needed to be popped in the oven. The cooking classes my husband, Matthew, had given me for my birthday had paid off, culminating in a meal that was engineered to impress the most sophisticated palate.

However, I hadn’t prepared dinner, or even dessert, to impress Matt he wasn’t even going to get a chance to taste this feast. As I stirred the soup a savory bouillabaisse I thought about my guest, and my clit started throbbing right on cue, like it always does when I’m around Juliet. There’s something about her that drives me crazy, something I’ve never been quite able to put my finger on. It might be her quick wit and warm personality, or maybe it’s her curvy, athletic body, especially her beautiful breasts that bounce in her white polo whenever we play tennis. And I mustn’t forget her shapely legs, often displayed so perfectly by a flirty skirt that’s so short I’m treated to a glimpse of the bottom curves of her asscheeks whenever she lunges across the court.

Then there are her eyes, turquoise pools framed by long, dark lashes. I love how they sparkle as we gossip over coffee, the corners turning upward whenever she laughs at one of my jokes. By the time we leave our favorite caf , my panties are always soaked from the juices that seep ceaselessly from my pussy. Even now, as I arranged cheese and crackers on a cutting board, I found myself musing over her gorgeous smile and imagining running my fingers through her hair. If I’d had the time before she arrived, I would have made myself come, just to take the edge off.

I glanced at the clock and decided that if I stopped to masturbate, I’d be cutting it close because she was due to arrive any minute. And so I returned to my reflections, ruminating on my feelings for Juliet, which had finally grown so strong that I’d discussed the situation with Matthew. His response to my admission was that he’d have no problem if I wanted to act on my attraction for my friend in fact, he thought it was really hot. “Just make sure you share all the details,” was his final comment, and I knew he meant it, because a hard on was tenting his pajama bottoms and our lovemaking that night was hotter than it had been in months. So when I finally did hook up with Juliet, I made sure to take mental notes of every move, touch and curve of her gorgeous body.

Our first hookup happened like a scene out of a movie a dirty one. We were showering after a tennis match, in stalls that were right next to each other so that we could continue chatting. I’d just lathered up with a pomegranate body gel and was lazily running my fingertips over my tits because listening to her sexy voice had led me to fantasize about what she looked like naked. Suddenly, she stopped midsentence and exclaimed, “Damn it!”

“What’s up?” I asked, and she explained that she’d forgotten her shampoo and then asked if she could use some of mine. “Sure,” I said and stuck out my arm to hand the bottle to her, but instead of taking it, she surprised me by pulling back the curtain and joining me under the warm spray.

My breath caught as I regarded her in the nude, and my clit tingled as I shifted from one foot to the other. Water dripped from her perky nipples, which must have been stiffened from lust because the shower was as hot as she was. Looking down, I saw that her mound was smooth and bare, obviously from a recent waxing. I glanced back up at her face, which was still flushed pink from our tennis match, and when our eyes met, she whispered, “I’ve seen how you look at me.”

Without saying another word, she took the shampoo bottle from my hand and popped open the cap. I was speechless, so I stood there silently as she took my hand and squeezed some shampoo into it. Then I watched as she tilted her head under the cascading water to saturate her brown locks before once again looking at me expectantly.

I finally gathered my wits, knowing what I needed no, wanted to do. Rubbing my palms together, I worked up a lather as Juliet turned around and gave me my first glimpse of her ass. I admired the perfect globes as I moved closer, and then I ran my fingers through her hair and massaged the shampoo into her scalp. She moaned softly as I caressed her head, and honey flowed from my pussy. As suds dripped down my friend’s back, I drew patterns on her skin with my fingertips, first grazing her shoulders and then traveling around to explore her full breasts.

She moaned when my hands met her tits, and then she stepped back into the spray to rinse her hair. I moved with her, palming her breasts as my own pressed against her back, and my nipples tingled at the contact with her damp skin. Working on pure instinct, I drew gentle circles around her areolas until she started panting, and then I pinched the rigid tips between my thumbs and forefingers. Immediately, I knew I’d found a pleasure point, because her back arched to such a great degree that her ass collided with my cunt. I was so aroused that the little bit of pressure made me gasp, and when Juliet heard that, she began grinding against me.

Her body on mine lit the fuse that set off fireworks in me. I gasped again and started trembling against my friend while the water continued pouring onto us. She reached between us to toggle my rigid clit, and I had no choice but to let out a little shriek. Thankfully, it was the middle of the week, which meant that the locker room was empty and I could announce my pleasure with complete abandon. My squeals echoed off the tiles as I leaned in close to my friend’s ear and stammered through labored breaths, “Now it’s your turn.”

Pulling away from Juliet’s touch, I turned her so we were face to face. As I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her closer, she threaded her arms around my waist. Our breasts lined up perfectly because we are about the same height, and as we embraced, I felt her hardened nipples nudging against mine. I kissed her again as I clung to her, sucking on her lips as I reached between us to make her feel as good as she’d just made me feel.

Juliet panted into my mouth as I parted her outer labia, and then she moaned as I moved inward to stroke her slippery folds. I was excited to explore her pussy, and it was easy to find her sensitive spots. Starting with the delicate inner petals, I caressed them gently before working my way toward her clitoris. I drew circles around that pulsating nubbin of flesh as we continued to kiss.

Juliet started to quiver, and when I gently squeezed one asscheek, the muscle went taut beneath my hand. The fact that she was reacting to my ministrations emboldened me, so I delved lower to slide a digit into her hole. She was so wet that I was quickly knuckle deep, and I finger fucked her with hard, quick jabs as I massaged her cunt with my palm.

Juliet released a groan from deep in her throat, an animalistic sound that surprised me because she’s usually so composed. Encouraged, I penetrated her harder, and the juices that poured from her pussy into my hand were quickly washed away by the pounding shower spray. Meanwhile, my palm massaged her throbbing button, and her hips rocked back and forth in an attempt to force my finger even deeper into her core. Then I let go of her ass to give one of her nipples a good, hard pinch, and she climaxed with a triumphant shout of ecstasy.

Once again, I was glad that no one was around. Not that I had much time for thought Juliet’s body was jerking so violently that I had to focus my attention on supporting her weight. With my finger still buried deep in her pussy, I let go of her breast and wrapped my arm around her waist. I dug my fingers into her flesh and held on tight as she writhed through the remainder of her orgasm.

Our lips remained locked, and my eyes were closed to shield them from the falling water. As a result, I was caught off guard when she slipped a finger into my own sopping cunt. It amazed me that she had the presence of mind to do this as her body was still wracked with climactic spasms, but suddenly, she was buried knuckle deep in my hole, stroking me fiercely.

We were moaning and writhing, our tongues tangled and tits pressed flat between us as we shared multiple orgasms. I seriously didn’t think I would ever stop coming, and that someone was going to have to pry us apart to get us to stop. I could have finger fucked her for hours and vice versa, because I loved the feeling of her cunt clasping around my finger as much as I loved the feeling of her finger thrusting in and out of my hole. But eventually the water turned cold, and we actually were forced to stop what we were doing and loosen our embrace.

“Brr,” Juliet said with a smirk, as she turned off the spray. “Now I know what they mean about cold showers.” As we laughed, I took one last glance at her tits, the nipples now crinkled from the chill. When she noticed that I was staring, she lowered her head to playfully nip at one of my equally rigid nipples before looking back up and saying, “Let’s do this again soon.” Then she returned to her abandoned stall to wrap herself in a towel as I did the same in mine.

We got dressed, and then said good bye after sneaking one last kiss in the parking lot. After racing home, I told Matthew every naughty detail of our encounter, and he got so excited that he sported a raging hard on throughout dinner. We went to bed early that night, and he fucked me so hard I saw stars. With the memories of my girl girl encounter still fresh in my mind, I quickly reached yet another explosive orgasm, this time while riding my husband’s cock.

I was still moaning and writhing as Matt filled me with his hot cream. Eventually, he had to grab my hips to still me because he had nothing left to give. As my asscheeks came to rest on his thighs, he looked up at me and said, “Seriously, you need to do her again soon.”

I e mailed Julie in the morning and invited her to dinner the following evening. It was Matthew’s poker night, so I knew we’d have the house to ourselves. She wrote back in minutes, responding with an enthusiastic “Yes!” and signing off “XXX, Juliet.” As I smiled to myself, my nipples grew taut and my pussy dampened I wondered how we’d ever make it through a meal.

As it turned out, we didn’t even make it to the meal. Juliet arrived with a huge bouquet of gerbera daisies, my favorite. I leaned in to place a thank you kiss on my friend’s cheek. However, she turned her head at the very last second, so I planted it right on her lips instead.

She opened her mouth, so I thrust my tongue inside and we shared a passion filled French kiss. Juliet pulled me close, and then she wedged one thigh between my legs and pressed it against my pussy. The pressure gave me a jolt, and I began writhing against her to stimulate myself further. I was soon gasping, so to make her feel as good as I did, I reached into her sweater to cup one of her tits, remembering how she’d reacted when I pinched her nipple. We ground together for a moment before I broke our kiss to murmur, “Can dinner wait?”

“Mm hmm,” she replied, so I took her hand and led to her to the bedroom, where we stripped off each other’s clothes. We shared a giggle when we realized that we were wearing almost the exact same bra, though mine had wider straps to accommodate my significantly larger breasts. When our tits were bare, she took one of mine in her hand, lowered her head, and began drawing broad strokes over it with her tongue.

My back arched as she laved my skin, quickly moving toward its center to take the tip between her front teeth. As she nibbled and sucked, she backed me up until my calves hit the edge of my mattress.

“Hold on,” I said, pulling away from her so that I could climb onto the bed. When I opened my thighs wider, she got between them, and we ground our cunts together as we resumed kissing. At first, it seemed strange to be mounted by someone without a big, hard cock, but that feeling was quickly replaced by one of pure, unadulterated pleasure at the neat way our bodies fit together and the touch of her smooth, hairless skin.

Juliet started kissing her way down my body. When I realized what was about to happen, my heartbeat sped up and my pulse raced. She reached her new position between my thighs, looked up, and gave me a lascivious wink before lowering her face to my cunt.

She began by dragging her tongue over my outer labia, and then she moved inward and sucked at my inner folds. From the way she was lingering, I guessed that she was savoring my salty flavor, which made me wonder if her juices tasted like mine did when I sucked them off my husband’s cock. All at once, I was obsessed with finding out.

“Turn around,” I told her huskily. She raised her head, licked her lips and climbed up so that she was facing my feet. Juliet swung a leg across my torso, and with her knees by my shoulders, and a thigh by each of my ears, she lowered her pussy onto my face. At first, I was inundated by her musky scent, and then I felt the warmth of her moist center as it settled on my lips. Repositioned, she resumed lapping at my sex, making long, sweeping laps on my pussy with the flat of her tongue.

Still a little uncertain of what to do, I mimicked Juliet’s actions, exploring her peaks and valleys as I swallowed her free flowing juices. In doing so, I learned that her flavor, both briny and sweet, was slightly different from mine. I reveled in the awareness that I was tasting another woman’s cunt for the very first time.

Juliet began writhing on top of me, so I knew I was doing something right. However, that meant that she also starting sliding off me, so I reached up to grasp her asscheeks to keep us locked in our sixty nine. She did the same to my buttocks, and when her fingertips grazed my perineum, it sent ecstatic shivers right up my spine.

I wanted us to come together, so I gripped her butt tighter and really bore down on her cunt. Her petals seemed to flutter against my lips, and I then dragged my tongue over her clitoris, which pulsed wildly in response. My own clit was throbbing in a similar rhythm, matching the cadence of my pounding heart.

We gasped and panted against each other until we both started moaning, and those vibrations took things to a whole new level. I was surprised by how quickly the sensations became overwhelming, and though I didn’t know how much more I could take, I also didn’t want to ever stop. But then Juliet did something that left me no choice.

She must have noticed my earlier response to her fingertips between my asscheeks, because I soon felt one circling my nether hole. She pressed against it, and my opening contracted at the unexpected pressure, but then it relaxed as she massaged me gently. Once I had loosened up, she slipped her finger, which was slick with my juices, deep into my ass, making me jerk and grunt against her pussy. She continued eating me as she repeatedly penetrated my rosebud, and it felt so good that it became a struggle to remember that I was supposed to be eating her, too.

Juliet never let me forget for long. Each time my tongue went still, she’d wag her butt to mash her cunt against my mouth, and I’d resume delving amongst her slippery folds. Every so often, I’d switch things up, sucking on her rigid button or darting my tongue deep into her hole. Both of those actions always released a fresh surge of honey, and as hard as I tried to gulp it all down, a good amount still managed to drip over my lips and chin.

My tongue was like a miniature cock as I fucked Juliet’s pussy, and her opening started to spasm as even more juices cascaded down my throat. Meanwhile, she plunged her finger in and out of my asshole, making me twitch and squeal. It wasn’t long before we were a quivering, sweat soaked tangle of arms and legs. We gasped and whimpered against each other as we rode the ecstatic waves of our mutual orgasms. Eventually, Juliet began making the animal like noise she had made in the shower, alerting me that she had reached her climactic peak. Then it was my turn, and as I came, my anus tightened around my friend’s thrusting finger.

She thrashed on top of me for a few more minutes, and when her body finally stopped moving, her pussy continued quivering against my lips for a few minutes more. When I’d also relaxed, she withdrew her finger before sliding off me onto the mattress. We lay there side by side, our sweaty, naked bodies pressed together as we collected ourselves.

Juliet nuzzled my neck while I idly strummed one of her lust puffed nipples. Then I turned to her for a long French kiss that was laced with the mingled flavors of both our cunts. After I’d sucked all of my taste from her tongue, I realized that it was getting late, and Matthew could return any minute. “Hungry yet?” I asked after reluctantly breaking our lip lock. Juliet said she was starving, so we went down to the kitchen to eat a meal that was nowhere near as delicious as the one we’d just shared in the bedroom.

My girlfriend, Emily, has been feeling adventurous lately, so she’s planned more than a few crazy dates for us in the past few months. I have to say that she’s definitely proved herself to be more inventive than any guy with whom I’d ever had a relationship. It’s been a nice change of pace. Anyhow, her latest date idea was for us to take a pole dancing class. She told me that she’d found a discount for it online. It wasn’t the kind of thing I’d expected her to suggest I couldn’t imagine my sweet, demure girlfriend wearing stripper heels and twirling around a pole, but I agreed to go and see what happened.

When we were preparing for the class, Emily insisted that we dress up. The web site suggested wearing a tank top and leggings or yoga pants, but that wasn’t good enough for my girlfriend. If we were going to be dressed down, she said we at least had to wear our fanciest, sexiest underwear. I wasn’t going to argue, so while she slipped into a lacy bra and panty set, I put on my favorite cream colored thong and matching strapless bra. Watching Emily put on her panties was incredibly arousing, and I wanted nothing more than to push her down on the bed and have my way with her. That wasn’t the plan, though, and after getting a stern look from Emily, who didn’t want to be late for class, I put on my clothes and followed her out the door.

Before class started, the instructor and her assistants gave a demonstration of some of the moves we’d be learning, and it was really sexy. I was squirming as I watched, my pussy getting wetter by the minute. Emily seemed to be into the performance, too, and I could see her eyes darkening as she got more turned on.

The pole dance lessons only heightened my arousal, and by the time class was over, my thong was soaked with my juices. I couldn’t wait to get Emily home so I could have my way with her. It was obvious that my girlfriend was as turned on as I was, and as we drove home, she kept pawing at me, unable to keep her hands to herself.

Back at the house, I barely had the car in park before I was giving in to Emily’s advances. I leaned in and kissed her, our lips crashing together and our hands quickly grabbing each other’s body. Our embrace lasted only a minute, the front seat of the car too cramped for comfort, but we hurried into the house and shared another lip lock when we reached the bedroom a few moments later.

Now that we had space and privacy, nothing was going to get in the way of our getting what we wanted most: each other.

Emily pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me again as her hands wandered under my tank top. Her fingers tickled my stomach and ribs, but her light touch got me fired up, and I started moaning with pleasure. Soon she moved her hands down and grabbed the waistband of my workout pants, pulling them down until my panties were exposed. I thought she was going to pull my thong down, too, but she didn’t. Instead, she left it in place and started rubbing my pussy through the thin material.

Her touch was gentle at first, but I still felt waves of pleasure travel up my body. I wanted her to stop teasing me and fuck me already. I didn’t care if she used her fingers or her tongue, as long as she did it. I was so turned on that I couldn’t wait to come, but Emily had a lot more self control than I did, and she seemed intent on prolonging my pleasure and hers, too.

She rubbed my pussy for a few minutes, driving me closer to the climax I craved, then stopped and moved away from me. She wasn’t done teasing me, though. She climbed off the bed and started doing a dance for me, using one of the bedposts to do some of the seductive moves we’d learned during our pole class. She looked as sexy as hell, and I picked up where she’d left off, stroking myself through my thong while she shimmied. When she finally started to take off her clothes, I pushed my hand inside my panties and started to rub my bare cunt.

Emily had the rest of her clothes off in record time, and after doing a few more sensual moves in the nude, she got back on the bed with me. This time, she pulled my pants all the way off and then slowly tugged down my panties and dropped them off the side of the bed. While she did that, I peeled off my tank top and bra, tossing them aside like she’d done with my pants.

Once I was undressed, my girlfriend positioned herself over me in a sixty nine. As she dove between my legs to eat my pussy, I lifted my head from my pillow to do the same to her. Our tongues instinctively moved in sync, lapping and thrusting at almost the same moments. As our ministrations became more and more enthusiastic, it was harder to keep our lips and tongues moving in time, but the lack of coordination did nothing to lessen our lust in fact, the whole scene just served to make me hotter.

I spread Emily’s lips with my fingers so my tongue could go deeper, and while I lapped at her slit, I reached up with my other hand to gently stroke her clit. When my finger brushed her hard bud, she moaned into my pussy, clearly enjoying my touch. The next flick of my tongue against her button was enough to make her pause in her own movements so she could cry out. “Oh, yes!” she groaned. “That feels so good. Don’t stop!” And when I started to tongue fuck her a moment later, she lost complete control. She couldn’t lick or suck my pussy while I was fucking her, and the only thing I felt was her hot breath on my cunt as she gasped and sighed in pleasure.

My tongue thrust rapidly in and out of Emily’s pussy for several minutes, until she screamed in climax and sent a flood of hot juices gushing straight into my mouth. She writhed against me as she came, bucking her hips and pushing her cunt against my face so that my tongue was forced even deeper inside her.

Emily didn’t take too much time to savor her orgasm. As soon as she could, she moved off of me and positioned herself between my legs. She started licking my pussy and working to get me off like I’d done for her. She pushed my thighs wide apart, making my pussy spread open, and started to lap at my dewy slit. Her licks began short and fast, but soon she was trailing her tongue from the farthest reaches of my cunt all the way to my clit. Her long, languorous laps were punctuated with fast and furious flicking of my clit with the tip of her tongue. She would work me up and bring me to the edge, then back off and lick my slit again, making me beg her to let me climax.

She continued to tease me like that for what felt like an eternity. Every time I thought Emily was going to let me come, she’d back off and leave me hanging. I knew that she’d eventually get me off, but I had no idea when, and the suspense was really getting to me. I was about to shove my hand between my legs and do the job myself when Emily finally gave in. She moved up to my clit and started sucking it hard while she pumped three fingers in and out of my pussy.

After keeping me on edge for so long, she made me explode in no time at all. My thighs quivered and my heart raced as my girlfriend’s fingers and tongue brought me to one of the strongest climaxes I’d ever experienced.

I don’t know what’s gotten into Emily, but if all of her adventures end in orgasms that good, I don’t mind going along with her wild plans at all!

Ms. Veronica D., Los Angeles, California