Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered coming out to the country for a rest ... was that it? No, I remembered, we had all come together, in three cars, for Easter vacation ... yeah, that was it ... we came with our sociology professor, John ... wow!
All of a sudden I felt the door open, and a rush of cool night air poured into the small room. I squeezed my eyes shut ... I didn't want to talk to anyone ... I wanted to sleep, to be left alone. Who was in the room with me? Maybe it was Brian, the guy I had come up with ... but hadn't he promised me that we'd have separate rooms? I heard the bed creak as someone sat down on the bed ... I wished I had the courage to turn around and see who it was ... I felt the bed moving as this person crawled around the bed, around my body ... unconsciously I moved my legs closer together, wanting to keep to myself ... to remain tight and closed.
"Hi, angel ... sleeping off your hangover?" I heard a soft, whispering male voice ... it was John, my professor, here in this room with me, on my bed! I kept my body perfectly still and breathed in deeply, my eyes closed tightly, trying to make him think I was still asleep.
"Oh, poor baby, all asleep ... well, that's natural, you've probably never had so much to drink before ... poor little virgin. ..." I couldn't believe my ears! How did he know I was a virgin? That ass Brian must have told him ... who did he think he was anyway, telling things about me to other people, just because I wouldn't let him feel me up ... why did men always think a girl was just dying for them to touch her. ...
"What a lovely little body you have, Kim, so slender, yet so full with sensual curves and those enticing breasts ... oh, you're some dish ..." I heard John mumbling softly, just loud enough so that I could make out every world. Where was his wife anyway? Why wasn't he with her? The next thing I knew I felt his hand on the back of my neck, gently rubbing it with his warm hand ... I had to admit it felt good, very relaxing and smooth. ...
"Oh, baby ... I think I'm glad you're all knocked out, something tells me you wouldn't like this," I heard John mumble, as if he were talking to himself. He's right, I wouldn't like it if I was wide awake ... no man had ever touched me, not where it mattered. Oh, I had let Brian kiss me and we'd hugged a few times, but, that was it! I knew what a mistake it would be to start craving a man's body and all. Oh god, what is John doing? I feel his hands moving down my back, thank goodness I have my shirt on ... I just wish I had on long jeans instead of these short shorts. Surely he wouldn't go below my waist! But he wasn't, at least not yet ... his hands were massaging my back, gently and with a silent rhythm ... oh, it felt so very good ... why did it feel good ... I wished it hurt so that I wouldn't like it, wouldn't be tempted to change my way of life. Oh god, his hand, it's on my waist now and going around my sides ... shit, what if he goes down to my fanny? What will I do? Will I be able to turn over and yell stop?
I knew I couldn't let him know I was awake, that would mean I had agreed to let him do this much ... what would his wife say? I remembered her from dinner, all tiny and petite; she hadn't looked very happy over us being here for the vacation. In fact, she had made several sarcastic remarks to me and Coleen. All of a sudden I felt John get up from the bed ... good, that must mean he's leaving, probably didn't find a still and quiet body too exciting. But no, I heard him at the door, he was locking the,door! Oh shit, what was he going to do? I heard him walk quietly over to the corner of the room; click, he had turned on a lamp. I partially opened one eye to see the faint light in the room. He walked over to the bed and got on ... his hands were immediately back on me ... rubbing, his fingers going into my soft skin, kneading my back ever so gently. I felt as if I might be in a trance, it felt so good.
"Oh, I've wanted you for a long, long time, little Miss Kim, you don't fool me with your innocent act ... I know you're burning inside, just waiting," John whispered, laughing softly. Did he think I was awake and could hear him? Surely not. I hadn't moved, my eyes were closed tight and my body rigid. But he was talking to himself, I figured ... that was it. I had to be still, couldn't move ... oh, no, I felt his hands, both of them, on my fanny, oh wow! ... I was frozen, nothing like this had ever happened before ... his hands were on my fleshy cheeks, kneading my soft fanny in little circles, his fingers plying into my flesh ... oh no, oh no... what could I do? Maybe he's going to rape me ... no, he wouldn't risk that, not with all the kids here and his wife ... where were they all? I vaguely remembered some talk of going to a movie; maybe we were all alone here in the house. But that didn't mean anything, they'd be coming back ... he wouldn't dare rape me. I felt reassured knowing this. Maybe I could just keep on like this, letting him rub me, and oh, it did feel good. His hands were still on my fanny, rubbing; occasionally his fingers went between my cheeks, touching briefly my little crack ... thank god I had on my shorts ... tingles were going on inside my body ... nothing had ever felt like this.
His hands moved now, went down my firm thighs, tickling the flesh gently with his warm touch. I wanted to move around some, but I couldn't. My legs were only partially opened, but he managed to send a finger right between my legs! Oh my god, what was that feeling? I felt hot all of a sudden and wondered if I was sweating, if it showed that I could feel what he was doing to me. I was thankful my face was buried in the pillow because I knew I was blushing ... why was he touching me there? My tight little pussy felt all warm and hot at the . same time ... it felt very different from the few times I had touched myself when I took a shower ... he was rubbing me there, between my legs!
"Oh, I can't stand this," John whispered, his voice husky and deep with emotion, "I want you baby, why can't you wake up and be my sleeping beauty? Huh, don't you want to make love to me?"
I was so still that I was holding my breath. Surely John didn't mean what he was saying? It sounded so corny to me, but I knew he must be serious. Hadn't Brian's voice sounded like that when he tried to make love to me? Suddenly his hands left my body and I felt the bed moving, the mattress creaking under us as he moved around ... I wished I could see what he was doing, but I couldn't risk it ... he sure was moving around a lot. What was that? Oh no, it sounded like a zipper ... he wasn't undressing, was he? I was so shaken that I almost turned around and yelled at him, but something inside of me kept quiet. Part of me, a part I didn't want to admit, wanted to find out what he was going to do ... wanted to know what it would feel like. I had never seen a man without clothes on -- that might be interesting ... wait a minute, what's happening to me? Why am I even thinking this?
The next thing I knew I felt John's tall, lean body slide down beside me, his arms going around my waist and holding me there, his hands moving on my waist. I could feel his warm, hairy legs next to my own bare legs and I unconsciously shivered, unable to stop ... he was breathing hard, I could hear him next to me. His mouth must be very near my neck; I knew he was dose. I could smell his aftershave lotion and then I felt his mouth on my neck, kissing my long, blonde hair that was hanging across my back. Then I felt his hand move my hair away from my neck and his lips came down again on my skin ... his mouth was hot, wet and gentle as he planted a small kiss on my neck. I had never been kissed on my neck before and it felt good. It made me want to turn over and kiss him, but I was afraid to move, to do anything to let him know I was awake.
What was John doing now? Before I had time to get used to his kissing me, he was pulling me gently over, struggling slightly to get me on my back, my face and body exposed. I couldn't do anything to stop him and so I let him turn me over, my hair falling across my reddened face. I could feel him as he sat up, staring down at my body. And then his hands were on my breasts, touching them softly, as if they were made of fine porcelain ... he didn't rub or massage, he just touched me, so softly that I was afraid I might be imagining it.
Thank god I was wearing a bra, I thought as I tried hard to keep my eyes closed and my eyes relaxed, trying to breath deeply as if I were in a deep sleep. And then I felt his finger on my forehead, going down and tracing my upturned nose, gently and with a light touch; then his finger was on my full lips, tracing the heart-shaped outline of my mouth, trying to pull my lips apart some ... but I kept my mouth closed, and then I felt his warm lips on my lips, kissing me lightly and he was breathing so hard and heavy in my face. Fortunately he didn't stay on my lips long enough for me to give in and open my mouth wide to receive him. His mouth was on my neck now, kissing me all over and making a slight smacking sound ... then I felt his fingers on my shirt, what was he doing? Oh god, he was unbuttoning my shirt. ... I felt the cool air from the room rush on my bare chest as he quickly had my shirt open. His fingers were shaking as he struggled with the clasp on my bra, trying hard to get it open ... then he succeeded.
"Oh wow, I don't believe such perfect tits, I don't... goddamn, they're big and full. ... " I heard his every word as he must have been staring at my naked, exposed tits... I felt my rosy nipples begin to harden and wondered if he saw that ... but I had no time to think anymore. He was moaning and his hands were all over my tits, moving fast and squeezing the spongy, firm flesh with his hands, almost hurting me . ... I couldn't believe the way my body was responding to his touch ... I wanted to jump around and scream loudly it felt so good ... why had I waited so long, Was this really sex? Mother had made sex sound so dirty and ugly. This wasn't like that at all ... this felt delicious!
Then John's mouth, open and wet, came down on my tit, exciting the hell out of me as he clamped down, sucking on my hard little nipple. I wondered how it was possible to feel so good ... my whole body was hot now and I couldn't stand being this still, but something kept me still, made me force myself to lie still and feel this. His mouth was moving from one golden mound to the other, teasing each nipple with his supple tongue and then sucking, sucking not just my nipples, but gathering the flesh up in his mouth and pulling it into his mouth, tasting me, my skin, and eating my tits. That's what, it felt like ... he must have been drawing blood he was sucking so hard on me; his breathing was so hard and fast that I hoped he would not pass out on me ... I couldn't stand for him to stop.
"Holy shit, you are too good, you know that, little sleeping doll ... you'll wake up yet, you will, your body will explode and your eyes will open. ... I know that will happen ... I know it," John whispered into my tits, his face between my breasts and licking every inch of my tits with his dripping wet tongue. He was covering me completely with his mouth, his wonderful hot mouth on me. ... I felt my pants getting wet and this came as a surprise to me ... was I wet down there? I had heard of this happening, but I never thought it would happen to me, not me.
I moved my legs slightly together, holding them close and hoping he wouldn't find out I was wet ... it would embarrass me, I was sure of that ... maybe it wasn't normal or something, maybe it would turn him off. And I had to admit I wanted him to stay here and do these things to me all night long ... sucking me, licking me, kissing me this way. My breasts must be swollen, they must be, they've never been treated this way and it feels so good ... I felt like a woman, not like a teenager. His mouth was moving now, down from the upturned tip of my breast and down to my stomach, my flat, tight stomach, his tongue running wild on my warm skin, teasing me and kissing me. He pushed with his hands at my clothes, trying to bare me completely.
Then John reached my shorts and he didn't stop kissing me as his hands fumbled with my shorts, tearing them open and then pulling them down, pulling my bikini panties down with them so that they were at my legs, and I was naked. I didn't stop to think of anything as this happened, my body wouldn't let me ... I was so hot, I felt on fire for more of his magic tongue on my body. ... I opened my eyes and saw his head at my stomach and going down, down to my pussy. My pussy had been private property for so long that I couldn't understand why I now wanted him to touch me there so badly ... I felt I would die if he didn't touch me there, there between my legs where I was on fire for him and his tongue. ...
The moment had come and it was electric, burning and pulsating ... my breathing stopped and I was rigid, unable to do anything more than just lie here. His tongue was hotter than before, almost burning, and the wetness from his mouth was upon me. The tiny, curly dark hairs that lined my pussy so delicately were under his tongue and he was licking them, pulling on the slight hairs with his lips as he nibbled at me, going ever so gently into my deepness. I opened my eyes again, seeing him so clearly in the half-light of the room, his dark head at my pussy and moving in circles as he consumed my pubic mound with his marvellous, searching mouth. Without thinking for a single moment, I opened my legs, feeling the cool air rush toward my pussy. He stirred and moved deeper as my legs opened wider, moaning softly and his tongue seeming to grow longer and more like a snake as he probed into my darkness, his tongue moving faster now, moving so much faster. ... I still wanted to be asleep, but it was getting harder and harder for me. He must know I am awake, he must, and I felt my face darken and blush in the semi-dark room. How could I ever understand this? What was happening to me? I could bear no longer to think, but had to be content to lie here, suspended in a delightful and thoroughly consuming sense of pleasure.
Only it went deeper than that; I knew I was only fooling myself. This was no ordinary "pleasure" -- this was something real and somewhat frightening ... this was discovering a part of my body that I had long thought was frozen, hidden ... something to be ashamed of and whispered about. Oh god, what was -going on with my body? I was hot and cold at the same time, shivering and trembling, anxiously waiting for more, more of what he was doing to me ... he was eating me, yes, by god, that's what he's doing to me, all right... . I never thought it was real ... when the girls at school talked about such things, part of me had always tuned out, thinking they were fooling me, lying to me about what grown-ups did ... but they weren't, they weren't. ...
Just then I heard a sigh escape from my dry and parched lips ... I couldn't help it ... he was now on the soft part of my pussy, my fat lips that lined the deep hole of my pussy and he was sucking me, oh god, he was sucking me there! It felt so good it had be evil and wrong, it just had to be, nothing could feel this damn good. ... I felt bad, bad like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar ... but I couldn't bring myself to rise up and command him to stop ... I just couldn't let him stop what he was doing to my body, it felt too wonderfully, deliciously good. ...
I opened my eyes again to try and see if John knew I had sighed, but he was still bent down over me, his head so clearly outlined ... he has nice shoulders, I thought, as I stared at him, wishing I was free to touch them, there between the shoulder blades. ... I could see drops of perspiration hanging all over him and this excited me even more, I was doing that to him, me, Kim, making a man get all wet and excited ... this gave me a curious little thrill, making me shiver again with eagerness and anticipation, just knowing I had this power was thrilling me. ... I could never let go after this, I would have to have more men. more men like John to do these wonderful things to my body ... damn, his tongue was like a snake, thrusting into my pussy now, gently, just at the wet and widened entrance ... was he going to penetrate my virginity? Was he going to enter me? I lifted myself slightly off the bed, moving my hips now in a rhythm that matched his, unable to be still any longer, unable to play the quiet, sleeping girl. ... I wanted to move with him, freely and with no guilt over what I was allowing him to do to me. Oh god, it felt so good! His tongue was moving in circles around the entrance to my deep pussy, driving me insane with his movements, and making me moan again, louder this time and not at all afraid that he would hear me; I wanted him to know, to know that I was awake and loving it! Loving every fucking minute of him, his tongue and his long, lean body over mine ... oh god, what a feeling, what a rush this was! He looked up from my pussy just once, his eyes wet and wide, and stared into my eyes; then his eyes fell down to my pussy again... he knew, he knew! And he didn't think it was wrong for me to let him do these things! He was happy, he looked happy! I sat up on the bed, leaning on my elbows and struck out a shaking hand to touch his shoulders, which were all wet and slippery ... he was shaking and I stroked his back with my hand, loving the delicious wetness that was pouring from his masculine back.
His tongue, all taut and long, was inside my pussy, as deep as it would go... he was moving it in and out, in and out, fast, faster, and making me feel like I had fireworks inside of me. Damnation, what an exquisite thrill to have a man's tongue inside of me! I was so excited that my fingernails dug into his back a bit, and I felt like a cat, wanting to claw him, wanting him to feel me doing these things to his back ... he was- moaning, groaning, in sheer ecstasy now, not a drop of pain, he liked what I was doing, he liked me awake! This was all I needed to know as I tried to bend over enough to touch his back with my mouth ... my mouth was so dry I had to have his wetness next to my swollen lips ... I had to touch him.
Just then John looked up, his eyes moist with passion for me, and gave me a small smile that made me quiver and tremble ... his mouth and face were all wet, dripping with my wetness and he leaned down over my face, his mouth coming toward my own. I felt my lips open to receive his mouth and he was on top of me, his naked body on mine, crushing me and moving slowly on top of me, my breasts under his hairy chest ... his mouth tasted all salty and wet, deliciously salty, I thought and realized that I was tasting myself, this was what I tasted like! This was comforting to me and I softened my mouth, let my lips fall over his as his tongue came into my mouth. I felt him enter my mouth; this was all I needed, his very own masculine wetness cascading with my mouth, taking away all dryness in my own mouth as we clung together, our lips crushed together, blending ever so gently and yet with a live and breathing passion. I could hardly stand it, kissing had never been like this before, never so consummate, so totally together.
I felt his tongue rushing around in my mouth, curling over my own tongue and almost cruelly beating against my mouth. ... I delved into his mouth, feeling the hard rim of his even teeth as they met his gums and running my tongue all over the roof of his mouth, down into the softness under his tongue, tickling him, feeling every inch of his passionate, burning mouth. I couldn't understand myself, I didn't care even, I only wanted him, every inch of him inside me, beside me, with me. A fleeting image of his small, dark wife flashed through my mind and was forgotten; he was mine tonight, here, with me. I felt his muscular legs between my legs, his hard cock against the wetness of my pussy and I wanted to touch it, bring it even closer to me, if I could. ...
John's mouth was wider now and he was giving me slight little bites and tugs on my swollen lips, teasing me with his experienced mouth ... making me reach up to his mouth with my mouth and return the pleasure, biting him softly, a smile on my lips that was not flippant, but serious, completely engaged in myself and in John.
"I always knew you'd be a ball of fire," John whispered huskily into my mouth, "I just knew it, baby."
"Oh, don't talk, don't talk, not now," I whispered back, surprised at how deep my own voice sounded. I didn't want words to ruin this feeling, this togetherness I was feeling with him; I only wanted to touch and feel, to be so close to him. ...
"Oh, I don't think I'm gonna let you go," John whispered back and then before I could reply, his mouth came down hard on mine and this kiss was deeper, more full of passion and urgency than the one just before. He was driving himself into me, forcing. his hot, wet mouth into mine ... and oh god, it felt so wonderful, so full and rich ... I clasped my tongue around his swollen tongue and held it there, our lips flattened together and moving fiercely. I reached around John's back with my arms and held him tight against my breasts, my fingernails digging into his back and keeping him tight to me. ... I couldn't bare the thought of losing him. ...
Finally John's mouth left mine, kissing my slightly pointed chin as he did so, then kissing my neck, drawing the blood up toward his pulling lips and giving me a tremble that I will never forget. His mouth was so damn passionate, I thought, so expressive, and I reached for his mouth again, but he was already down on my nipples. His mouth came back down on them harder this time, tearing into my fleshy skin, tugging hard on my erect nipples with his mouth, moving from one rose-tipped breast to the other, so fast my breath was taken away with his sense of urgency, his sense of passionate speed. ... I struggled to be able to move freely, to move under him, but the weight of his body held me to the bed, unable to do more than squirm around, trying to reach him, trying to capture that kiss once again.
We both heard a door slam loudly and the sound of voices, talking and laughing. I looked up, fear in my eyes and heart, a question on my lips.
"Shh, be quiet, I've locked the door, they won't bother us, just don't make much noise, okay?" John asked me. I nodded in silence, thinking of his wife and of Brian, the guy I had come up with. Would they all know we were in here together, naked and making love?
"John, what about your wife, and Brian?" I couldn't help but whisper.
"Don't worry ... don't worry ... we can't stop now, not for anyone," John replied in a whisper, then bent back down to my sore breasts, more gentle this time, as if somehow their presence in the house had quieted him. I hated this intrusion into our playing, and cursed Brian. But what the hell, I figured, if it wasn't for Brian, I wouldn't be here -- I would be sitting alone in my room in the college dorm. I moved under John, trying to get even closer to him, trying to see his cock.
But John wouldn't allow that. He pushed me back on the bed, gently, but with persuasion. His mouth was now going back to my pussy. My pussy was eager, throbbing and still wetter than anything. I felt myself open up for him, spreading my legs as wide as I could ... anxious for him to do again what he had done before ... but he only flitted briefly at my pussy, licking down with his wet lips all my curly little hairs, then moving down to my pussy, taking his strong hands and pulling apart my fat cunt lips. I felt the air and got a rush; what was he doing? But I needn't have wondered ... his hands pulled me apart, his mouth came down and he found my hard little button with his tongue and began to flick across it, lightly at first and then harder. It was driving me crazy, this thing he was doing to me. ... I wanted to scream, but remembered there were others in the house now. Was this my clitoris he was manipulating? It must be, it just must, I thought, as I remembered the discussions we girls had in the dorm. The word "clit" had stuck in my mind ... this must be it ... there was nothing else that felt like this did. ... I felt its hardness and the beating inside of me got harder and faster. ... I couldn't stand it much longer; why was he doing this to me? Oh god, but it felt good. ...
"Kim, are you in there? Are you asleep?"
I sat up like a bolt of lightning had hit me. That was Brian! Yelling at my door and rattling the door knob.
"Tell him to go away, that you're trying to sleep," John whispered into my ear, leaving the wetness from his mouth on it.
"Go away!" I yelled, my voice husky and deep, "I'm trying to sleep in here!"
"Let me come in, willya? We can talk; I'll rub your back," Brian yelled back, his voice sounding silly and thin compared with John's.
"No! Good-night!" I yelled back, afraid to say more, afraid I'd give away my secret.
"Is she in there alone?" I heard a voice ask Brian and knew it was Sandra, John's wife.
I looked at John and he put a finger on his lips, silencing me. "Of course she is!" we both heard Brian say, quite loudly. "Just because you can't find John is no reason to say disgusting things about Kim!"
"Oh, shut up! You kids are all alike!" we heard Sandra bitch at Brian and then we heard them walk away, arguing with each other. I looked at John and saw a smile on his face; he was obviously enjoying this situation.
"How will you get out without Sandra finding out?" I asked John, my voice shaking.
"The window."
"But we're on the second floor!" I replied, louder than I had intended. John silenced me with his mouth on mine. "It's been done before," he mumbled as he kissed me.
Did that mean he made it with lots of other college girls? I knew from campus rumours that John always invited students up for vacations to their house. I didn't like to. think about such things, but it did stay in my mind. Was John just using me? So what if he was? my other voice answered in my head, you love this and you don't want him to stop, not now.
John sat up just then, looking down at me with that sexy smile on his wet and shining lips... his' hand moved to my breasts and he touched them softly, tenderly. "We do seem to be having a hard time, don't we? Damn all these interruptions! Is that Brian guy your boyfriend?"
"No," I whispered back, touching his arm with my hand. "We're kind of just friends." "You don't let him do these things to you," John whispered, his finger now pulling up my nipple and giving it a little twist.
"No! I'm a virgin ... and I've never even liked to kiss, before this, I mean," I stumbled, embarrassed that John knew this about me.
"Good, that's what makes you so special, you know ... don't do anything with Brian, that guy's a drip," John whispered, his hand now on my pussy, his finger pushing around me, gently entering my pussy and moving slightly around, making my heart throb.
"But I thought you liked Brian, you invited him up here," I was barely able to whisper back, my heart was pounding so much from his finger moving around inside my pussy.
"I only asked him 'cause I knew he was going to bring you," John whispered back, then moved down to my mouth, his hand still at my pussy, still probing deep into my pussy.
"You like this? Does it feel good?" John asked, his mouth inches away from mine.
I nodded, not trusting my voice to reply. It felt better and better. ... I felt my pussy all slick and smooth, dripping wet and pounding, pulsating, as his finger moved in and out, around and around.
"Do you have any protection?" John whispered, his face showing that he hated to ask me that question.
"You mean will I get pregnant? No, I have to take the pill 'cause, well, uh, you know, period stuff." I felt myself turn red as I told him that, but he only smiled at me, showing even, small white teeth. I allowed myself to smile back, knowing that it wouldn't be long now before I felt him making love to me, making love to me with his giant cock that I could see standing up between his legs as he sat on the bed in front of me.
"John, do you hear me? Are you in there? Are you?"
We both looked at the door, startled at the loud, shrill voice we both knew to be Sandra, his wife. John looked at me quickly, irritated and annoyed ... he put a finger to my lips and his. "Tell her to go away, that you're trying to sleep," John whispered, so softly that I had to strain my ears to hear him.
I sat up on the bed and put my hand over my pounding heart, "Mrs. Mason, your husband's not in here, I'm trying to sleep if you don't mind," I shouted, my voice shaking.
"You better be telling the truth, do you hear me, Miss Kim, you better not be lying to me!"
"I'm not! Now, can I go to sleep, please?"
"Where's my husband? I know you've seen him!"
"Goddamn it, Sandra," we both heard a male voice saying to her, "leave the kid alone, come have a drink and don't wake up the whole house. You know how John wanders off."
The hall outside my room got quiet as we heard their footsteps go down the stairs. I looked at John and saw that he was really mad this time.
"Who was that? It wasn't Brian," I asked him.
"It was Blake, one of the graduate students that came up ... he probably knows I'm in here and is trying to help out, damn him!"
"Why, damn him?" I asked innocently.
"Shit, he's been trying to fuck Sandra for years."
"But why does that bother you? You're here with me."
"Shit, forget them, now where were we?"
I didn't say anything else, but I was thinking. Thinking that I hoped Blake would fuck Sandra ... and that John would know ... maybe they'd split up ... but why was I thinking that? Crazy, this whole thing was crazy, just plain crazy.
John had put his finger back in my pussy and was probing again, trying to get back into the feeling we had had. It wasn't hard for me; I was so turned on to him that I immediately lay back on the bed, my legs open for him, ready for him. No self-consciousness now, not for me ... I wanted John, all of him, in only that way I knew I had to have.
John pulled his finger out of my pounding pussy and held it up to my mouth. "Lick it," he whispered and without hesitating I did so, licking my own salty, sweet juices from his finger until it was dry. I liked the taste of my body, liked the sweetness and bitterness. ... John seemed to like this; he smiled down at me and then kissed me, slowly and gently.
"John does your wife have a key, can she get in here?" I asked suddenly, that thought popping into my head
"I have the only key, and shhh, no more talking, no more interruptions. ... John mumbled, his mouth kissing my neck. My smooth skin went all hot and wet with his mouth on it ... my neck tingled with anticipation and I wrapped my legs around his thighs, loving the feel of his warm, hairy legs next to my skin. We embraced for what seemed like a long time, but I knew it wasn't. I could hear his heart beating next to my breasts and this was a reassuring beat. ... I felt his pace quicken and then I felt his hardness next to my pussy ... he was getting all big again ... I wanted so much to look at him, to see his rising cock, but I was pinned down under his body. ... I knew I wouldn't, not now, he was going to make love to me, fuck me, as all the kids said at college, fuck, fuck, fuck!
This time the word "fuck" didn't sound so ugly to me, it sounded beautiful and I wanted John to do just that to me -- fuck, fuck me, fuck me!
I opened my mouth to tell him so, but he put his finger over my mouth, silencing me. ... I wanted so much to shout it out into the room, to yell and scream it, but I couldn't, we were prisoners, and had to be quiet! I let my mind take off and I fantasized we were all alone in the world, just the two of us, alone, alone, alone! I wondered briefly if I was losing my mind; my thoughts weren't making any sense now and I felt lost, yet completely and totally under the control of this wonderful man ... it was a feeling that took me by surprise, but I didn't resent it ... I loved it. I knew now what mother meant when she told me that men can take you, control you ... but I liked it; I didn't want to deny it, as mother did. Maybe that's why mother hadn't remarried after father died, maybe that's why. ... Then I remembered John and I felt him, his body on mine, sweaty and hot, moving faster over me, his hand on my pussy, pulling my swollen cunt lips together, then apart, tormenting me with his hands.
"I'm not a virgin any more!" I suddenly said aloud in the quiet room, forgetting to be quiet. John sat up and looked at me, a smile on his dark face.
"Technically you are, my dear, but not for long ... not for long at all ... just don't make any noise, be quiet ... if I hurt you, tell me, I don't want to hurt you, baby," John whispered, his eyes not on my face, but on my wet and shining body.
I looked down and saw my breasts, two golden globes of fullness in the pale light ... the rose nipples looked red, all hard and sticking out atop the globes. I saw my flat stomach, lean and shining, also ... my triangle of mossy pubic hair glistened in the light, the hairs standing on end and passionately moved. ... I imagined I could feel each tiny hair, individually ... and I smiled at no one, for John was not looking at me, but at my long, slender legs, tracing their gentle curves with his hands and coming to that point where my legs meet and my pussy opened up for him, wet and ready for his cock. I could see his cock clearly now as he sat up; resting his weight on his knees and sitting between my legs. His cock was big, oh god, it was big! It stood high up from his two tight balls that were covered with dark and curly hair. I thought it was bobbing in the air and I wanted to touch it. ... I will touch it, I thought, and I leaned up from the bed, my arms reaching out and my hands shaking as I reached toward his shining cock.
John looked down at me; he reached for my hands and placed them on his cock. I shook as I felt its hardness, the large veins fairly bursting under the thin, soft skin that spread over his hard rod. I touched it as if it were porcelain, afraid that I would hurt him ... but John smiled at me, his lips wet as his tongue ran across his mouth. ... I moved my hands all over his cock, reaching down to lightly touch the tight, hard little balls. My heart was in my throat and I couldn't believe this was me, Kim, doing these things ... after seventeen years of being mommie's little girl, I was becoming a woman, a real woman at long last! It felt good, damn good to be doing something on my own, not just doing what mother told me, what mother yelled at me to do. Oh goddamn, his cock feels good, so good, I wonder when he's going to fuck me ... oh god,
I've said "fuck" ... maybe it's the beginning, maybe mother was right, maybe I will turn into a slut if I start to talk like this... .
"Easy baby, I'll come, and you don't want that to happen, do you?" John whispered, easing my wet, throbbing hands off his cock and down under, down where his balls hung tight from his cock, down to a soft little space of flesh under his balls. ... I stroked his soft, slightly wet skin, my heart pounding.
Then John pushed me gently back on the bed, kissing my hands with his mouth and then giving me a look of pure desire-there was no other way to describe it. His eyes were burning with nothing but passion for me and I felt light headed, happy and elated that I could give someone such a feeling, such a total look of anticipation. I was nervous all of a sudden as John bent over me, his hands gently playing with my pussy, teasing my soft wetness expertly ... then he bent over and his cock was at the door to my pussy, moving around slowly, pushing its fat, juicy head against my cunt lips, making me go all nervous and shaky as he looked down at my face, his lips glistening and his eyes shining, nice, brown eyes that made me want to melt. His cock was wasting no time now, he was pushing ever so gently, going slowly, easily. ... I was holding my breath, just waiting for that moment, that moment when I would be full of him inside of me, that moment I had heard so much about. Goddamn you, hurry, I thought, hurry and enter me, all the way, all the way.
I wanted to cry out, but did not. I remembered the house full of eight people, eight people sleeping, dreaming, totally unaware of what was going on in this semi-dark room. ... I wanted to scream so badly that it hurt. His cock was in me now, it was sliding in, going deeper and deeper until I thought I would crack wide open. My eyes grew wide as I watched John's face, watched the joy of what he was doing spread all over him, his mouth half-open and his breathing loud and heavy in the quiet room. I put my clammy hand over my mouth and held it there, biting my flesh with my teeth to keep from crying out. I had no other choice. The pain was exquisite, and I wasn't even sure it was pain I was feeling ... it was so near total pleasure, it was pleasure. A deep sense of emotion swelled up inside my chest and John's hand came down heavily on my breasts, squeezing them as if they were oranges or some kind of fruit. I could not believe the heavenly sensations that were flushing through my body, making me shiver and shake; little moans were escaping from my lips. His cock was deeper now; my cunt was full of him and I felt the lips outside my cunt stretch and stretch to admit more of his large, throbbing cock into my body. I wanted him so much! I lifted my hips up naturally, like an animal, letting him slide in deeper; he was moving so slowly inside of me, so very, very slowly ... he must be afraid he will hurt me, that's it, he's afraid he will hurt me. ...
"Oh, baby, this is so good, too good, am I hurting you?" John whispered, his eyes planted on my breasts as he spoke. I nodded, not trusting my voice to answer. He wasn't hurting me; this was too good, too sensational to hurt. Nothing he did could hurt me. And then, I was wrong! Just then, John thrust his body against mine, his cock surging deep into my cunt and I bit my hand hard to keep from crying out ... goddamn, it hurt!!!! But before I could even think about the hurt, it stopped and I began to twist and turn under his moving body, helping him along as we moved in unison, our bodies wet and shining and oh, so hot and so full of passion!
I lifted my head off the pillow and held it back, letting all the blood rush into my face, getting higher and higher as he poured himself into my body, his cock thrusting in and out of me, moving slow and then fast, and then he stopped moving at all, and just looked at me warmly. "Move around some, Kim ... make it feel good for you," John whispered.
It didn't take much for me to do as he said I was all ready for moving ... I had been still now and I wanted to move. He lifted his body up some and I moved under him, making his cock go in deeper and deeper, then sliding it out, teasing him with my pussy. ... I moved around in circles, my breathing getting harder and harder. ... I felt I might come, have an orgasm, that was what it was called, wasn't it, I thought, then forgot all about it. I was lost and floating as I moved all over and all around, my cunt framing his hard cock so perfectly; it fit so tight and good, all slippery and wet, all good, all good. John forgot that he was going to be still and he began to move again, too, his body thrusting with mine ... together we were rocking back and forth, and I was breathing so hard, so very, very hard. The mattress under our wet and squirming bodies was making all kinds of squeaky noises, and I wondered if they could hear us ... but I turned all my attention to John. I could do nothing else.
John's face was filled with emotion and it was dripping wet as we moved faster and faster, my heart racing up and up until I felt I could stand no more. My pussy was crying out to me to stop; it was hurting me now and yet I couldn't stop, couldn't ease up on this flow of pure exaltation that was inside of me.
John began to jerk somewhat, his body twisting and turning so that his cock was tearing into my pussy. I felt as if I was being torn apart and I realized that I was! John was tearing into me so fiercely, he was rough now, wild like an animal and I grew wild with him, unable to control the wild convulsions that were running through my body. I began to pant quite loudly, and turn and twist with him. I flung my arms against the bed, beating the bed as I had to do something to try and control my wild and aching body. Oh my god, what is that feeling? I can't stand it, I can't stand it! I'm going to die, I'm going to die like this, with John inside of me, John tearing me open and pulling me all apart with his rock hard cock. Damn, damn, damn. I cursed under my breath, wanting so badly to scream to release all the wild emotions and beatings that were inside of me. ...
"Omigod! Oh, damn!" I let out, dying not to scream it. John looked down at me and clapped his hand over my mouth, almost roughly. He bent over me and his mouth came into mine, all wet and hot ... my tongue found his with no trouble at all and I crammed it into his mouth, eating his mouth, his lips, his tongue, everything I could I was almost biting his tongue in two as I clung so desperately to him, afraid that my body was going crazy ... did sex always do such things to a girl? I was completely and totally out of control. My body was rocking wildly about on the bed, my pussy still clinging so desperately to his cock, and we beat against each other, our breath mingled and out mouths together, sloppily, but together, our wetness becoming one. ... I felt him ease back and then the thrust was supreme! My body wrenched under his and I fell limp against the bed ... tiny fireworks were going off in my body as he pulled back again and I held still, knowing he was going to thrust his cock once again into my tight, wet cunt, only it wasn't so tight now, no, it wasn't. ... I was wide open, grasping his cock with my cunt lips ... and then he did it, he thrust into me, pinning me to the mattress with his body, and then he collapsed on top of me.
We must have lain like this for some time. Our breathing, at first so fast and hard, had subsided somewhat . and I felt our bodies growing cool as the air hit our wet bodies and our pulses grew slower. I felt juices from John's cock pouring out from my pussy and I couldn't move to do anything about it. I felt it trickle down my thighs and onto the bed. It was hot and it felt good. ... I wanted to reach down and touch it with my hand, but I lay still. John must be asleep, I thought. My body was aching, crying out for rest after all it had gone through and I wanted to sleep, to sleep for the rest of my life. Just then John stirred in my arms and I reached my mouth down to his still wet shoulder and kissed hire softly, with great tenderness. His body tasted of salt and perspiration; it was delicious. He stirred again as I kissed him, moving against my swollen and aching breasts that were caught under his heavy chest.
"Oh baby, you've wrecked me. ... I feel like sleeping for a year ... at least," John moaned. "Me, too ... I don't believe anything can feel this good ... is it always like this?" I asked softly.
"With you I bet it is ... you're too, much."
I smiled to myself, happy and contented. My whole body felt warm and tight, yet loose. I felt a freedom that had been long in coming. I was a woman now, no one could say any different. My pussy was still tingling, still moving inside and tiny convulsions were still happening.
"John," I whispered, "what shall we do with this stuff that's coming out?" I felt shy asking this question, but I had noticed the bed was getting all wet.
"Taste it," John said simply. He leaned back off me, his, cock still inside of me, but I could feel it shrinking. He took my hand and placed it on my pussy. I felt the sticky wetness and then he put my hand in my mouth. I knew this time to lick it. The taste was not that different from what I had tasted earlier ... salty and yet sweet. John smiled at me as I licked my finger, a warm and sexy smile. I reached for him and we hugged, a slow gentle hug that melted me. How could he be married? This thought suddenly interrupted my peace. I didn't want him to be married. I wanted him all for myself. Just him.
"Where are your towels?" John asked quietly.
"Oh shit, still in my suitcase, I think." John got up easily, taking his time with his cock and I looked down at it, all small now and limp. He went over to my suitcase and I heard him open it and then whistle.
"This sexy little thing yours?" John asked with a smile, holding up a pair of my thin pyjamas.
I nodded, unable to say more. He tossed it on the bed and came back with a towel. It felt rough on my tender pussy as he gently dried me off. I looked down and saw red, and that scared me.
"John, what's that?" I asked, terrified that I was hurt inside of myself.
"Nothing to worry your pretty head about. It's natural to bleed a little when you first have intercourse."
I didn't answer, just watched him take the towel over to the dresser and drop it there. He came back to the bed and sat down, looking around for his clothes. I felt shy for some reason; I wanted to cover my naked body. I reached for my pyjamas, but John stopped me with his hand.
"One last look," he murmured. "Stand up and let me see your ass in the light, okay?"
I wanted to ask him what he meant by one last time but I didn't. I stood up nervously and turned around, my bottom to him. He pinched my cheeks and then his hands ran all over my buttocks, tracing their roundness.
"What a perfect little ass, so round and full. I could start all over again with you."
"Why don't you?" I asked, turning around to face him.
"No time. It must be very late ... probably near morning."
"What are you going to tell Sandra?" I asked, finally getting to the question I cared most about.
"Shit. Nothing." He groaned, pulling his pants on.
I gathered up my pyjamas and slid into them. The coolness of the thin nylon felt good against my skin and I hugged myself, noticing that my skin had a soft pink glow to it.
"John ... I, uh, hate to ask you this, but, uh, will we be able to do this again?" I asked, not looking at his face."
He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me down on the bed, hugging me tightly next to him. "Don't even think we won't ... of course we'll do this again, and again and again ... oh baby, I couldn't lose you," John moaned, kissing my hair and my face, my eyes and my nose. "I love your hair, it's natural, isn't it?"
"Of course," I replied in a small voice, some doubt still nagging at my mind. "But you're married."
"That doesn't matter one shit! Sandra means nothing to me, nothing at all ... we don't even fuck any more ... maybe I'll even leave her, who knows?"
I didn't ask him any more questions. I knew things would work out I watched John pull on his shirt and button it, hiding, his beautiful dark curly hairs on his lean chest I sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled him over to me, surprising myself at my own boldness. I pulled his shirt open and kissed his chest softly. I went down to his flat little nipples and kissed them, each in turn. I was surprised to see that they stood up, became erect like mine, only smaller. I kissed them again, wanting him to lie backdown in bed with me. I wanted to hold him all night long. Suddenly the thought of being alone in bed was very hard to take.
"Come on, baby, don't make this any harder on me, will you? I've got to climb out this damn window."
"Why can't you sneak out the door? Everyone must be asleep by now."
"Can't take that chance, you know. Give me a kiss good-bye. I'll see you tomorrow, and the next day, and the next."
I stood up to kiss him good-bye, clinging tightly to his moist, full lips. I didn't want him to leave me. I couldn't bear that thought. But I knew I had to be realistic about things and finally I released him. He went over to the window and opened it carefully, not making a single sound in the quiet house. I watched him climb out on the ledge and then he turned to wave a kiss to me. "Pull it down after I've gone, it's cool out."
I nodded silently and went over to the window to watch him climbing onto the awning and then I saw him slip over the edge. I slid the window down as quietly as I could and went back to the bed. I tried to get back on the warm spot where we had made love, but the whole bed was cool now and so I slid under the covers. My whole body ached and felt sore, but it was a good. very good sore. If only everything in life felt this good. Fucked by my professor -- what a delicious thought, I laughed to myself. Who would ever have thought it would happen this way? I wished then that there was someone I could tell. Someone I could share my lovely secret with, but there wasn't. Jane was a pretty good friend, but she had such a big mouth I knew she'd tell everyone and I didn't want Sandra to find out, for John's sake. I wondered then if John was in the same bed as Sandra.
The neat morning was bright and sunny. I awoke to the sun streaming through my curtains and sat up with a start. Oh god, my body ached! I was sore all over! Then I remembered last night and I smiled to myself, a comforting smile full of anticipation. I remembered John and jumped out of bed to hunt for my sexiest outfit. I found a red halter top and a pair of white short-shorts-that would do. I threw them on, piled my long, blonde hair on top of my head, and hurried to the bathroom at the end of the long hall. The house seemed quiet upstairs, although I heard noise downstairs. It must be nearly noon, I thought.
As I came down the stairs I heard John's voice and I quivered. How would he act toward me today? I didn't have time to think much more about it because Jane came bopping down the stairs behind me.
"Boy, Kim, did you pass out last night! Two drinks and you were gone! John had to carry you upstairs and put you to bed. You missed a great movie in town."
"Well, I feel better today," I replied, hoping it wouldn't be too obvious that I was no longer the innocent little girl everyone thought I was.
"Good news!" Jane bustled, slinging her arm over my shoulder and we walked into the dining room.
"Good morning," Brian rang out and came over to kiss me on my cheek. I wanted to brush it away, but knew it would silly if I did so. His blonde looks were pale and insignificant beside John's dark looks. I glanced over toward John, who wasn't looking at me and hoped that I didn't blush. Sandra was sitting next to him, staring at me in an ugly way. Surely she didn't know! She was a petite woman, much shorter than me, with dark, short hair that framed her round face.
"How do you feel today?" Brian was asking, leading me over to the table. I sat down and gave him a smile, knowing I had to act normal.
"I could use some coffee."
"Coming," Brian said cheerfully and went over to the buffet for my coffee. Jane sat down next to me, talking the whole time to Joey, her boyfriend. She looked great today, I thought suddenly, staring at her red, shining hair and her lean body. She wore a pair of very tight jeans and a skimpy yellow top. I wondered why I was looking at her that way ... just then Sandra got up in a hurry, mumbling curses under her breath and glaring at John. She left the room in a great huff and the rest of us just sat there, not saying anything.
"Goodness!" Jane broke the silence, "do you two fight all the time?"
John turned around for the first time and our eyes met and held. I couldn't turn away from his face. He finally looked at Jane and laughed.
"It seems that way, my dear. Take a professor's advice, don't ever get married."
"Well, if I do get married, it won't be like yours," Jane answered steadily. "Right, Joey?"
"Sure, baby," Joey answered, his hand on Jane's knee.
"Well, John, what's on the agenda today? And where were you last night? We all looked for you for hours, wanted you to go to the movie with us," Brian was saying in his high pitched voice as he put my coffee down on the table.
"Last evening was none of your business. Don't ask me personal questions while you are my guest. And as for today's agenda, I thought tennis would be nice for those who are interested. There are two courts not far from here. Also the water might be warm enough for a swim later on," John said in an easy, deep voice, his eyes never meeting mine as I stared at him. I knew it would look obvious if I didn't stop staring, but I couldn't turn away.
"Oh, good, tennis would be great! I have one helluva backhand," Brian sang out. I glanced at his shining face and was slightly disgusted. He seemed so silly and immature around John. "How about it, Kim? A game of tennis?"
"No, I don't think so. I don't feel up to tennis. I think I'll go down to the beach."
"Well, in that case," Brian went on, his hand coming over to take mine, "I'm with Kim. Sorry John, well play tennis later."
"Brian, please!" I said irritably, "go play tennis. I'd rather be alone anyway."
"Oh, you must still have a hangover," Brian rationalized.
"Leave her alone," Jane said quickly, "let her go to the beach alone. In fact, I'll go with her and you guys can go play tennis."
That seemed to settle it. The guys began to drift off, and Sandra came out in a tennis suit, obviously bent on going with John. I didn't have a chance to say anything to John, but decided it was just as well. Jane and I strolled out of the house and went down to the beach. Just as we reached the trail we ran into Blake and Maggie, running and laughing, and dripping wet We smiled at them and then continued our walk.
"Those two are so much in love, they're going to get married in June," Jane said enviously. "I wish Joey and I would get married in June. I've really got the hots for him."
"The hots?"
"Yeah, you know, or maybe you don't. Aren't you still a virgin?" Jane asked, looking at me.
"Uh, yeah ... why does it matter?" I gypped.
"Don't get all bent out of shape. I was a virgin for a long time before I discovered the 'joy' of sex," Jane laughed. "Those were the good old days, back in boarding school. We'd sneak into each other's rooms every night and play around."
"But I thought you went to an all-girls school?"
"I did ... didn't you know girls fool around, too? You can't be that dumb, Kim."
"Oh, no, I'm not." I quickly added, my mind racing. True, I had heard of such things, but I always thought women that did that were ugly old women, not girls like Jane. Something about it intrigued me, and yet at the same tune made me sick. What could two girls do to equal what John and I had done?
We didn't say anything else until we got to the beach. It was very quiet; the waves were breaking on the sand and I felt strangely peaceful. My head was hurting a little bit and my legs hurt when I walked, but I felt good. The sun caught all the red in Jane's hair and I watched her run toward the water. She made a magnificent sight ... all that gorgeous red hair flying and her lean .body running. Shit, why did I think about her in that way? I always did think of Jane in terms of how she looked ... maybe I was a little jealous of her red hair ... no, that was crazy, didn't I have blonde hair, long, natural, thick blonde hair. Suddenly I took off and ran after her, my feet digging into the sand. The tightness of my shorts cut into my pussy, where it still ached some due to the soreness. But I ran on, loving the soreness ... and thinking of John. I hoped we could do it again tonight My body was already yearning for him inside of me ... damn, why did I think that? I thought I might be getting all wet again, but no, I couldn't, it was too early in the day to think of sex. But hadn't mother told me that once you give in to your body's urgings, you never can have enough? One step is all it takes to go down the devil's path, that's what she was always saying to me.
I reached Jane, who was sitting in the sand, her toes at the water's edge. I sat down next to her and wished suddenly that I had my swim suit; it was warm enough to sunbathe. "I wish I had my swim suit," I told Jane, who nodded.
"Why don't we sunbathe nude? No one's here but us and it'd be perfectly all right. Come on!"
Jane jumped up and ripped off her top and then slid out of her jeans. I sat there staring at her. Her breasts were magnificent; they hung like two giant pears, with red tips that were large and round. Her pubic bush was darker than her red hair and I stared at her. She was a beautiful body to look at. Shit, there I go again, I told myself, thinking of Jane in terms of her body.
Chapter Two
I sat there just staring at Jane's full and voluptuous body, hating myself the whole time for doing so. But I just couldn't help it. Jane rolled over and lay there, her long legs spread slightly and her round bottom looking so delicious. Damn, damn ...
"Come on, Kim ... don't just sit there, take your clothes off. There's no one here but us girls."
I nodded silently and began to take my shirt off, conscious of Jane's eyes on my warm and naked breasts. I stood up slowly and pulled my shorts down, then my bikini panties. The sun felt really good on my naked body, but I was so self-conscious that I had to sit down quickly, pulling my legs together and trying to hide my pussy from Jane's widened eyes.
"You've got a beautiful body, Kim," Jane said casually. "I bet you drive Brian mad for you."
"Yeah, but we've never done anything, you know."
"It's pretty obvious you're just a babe in the woods," Jane said, her eyes running down my legs. I turned over quickly, lying on my stomach, and watched Jane. I suddenly felt like confiding in her; after all she was my very best friend. But would she think I was bad, letting John do all those things to me? I decided to tell her, anyway. I was dying to talk about John to someone.
"Jane, you know last night when you all went to the movie ... well, John was with me, in my room," I started.
"No kidding! Sandra was nervous all night long that John would make a pass at you, but we all told her you were a super-straight person. Hah, what a laugh on her and Brian," Jane said, laughing.
"Well, he did make a pass ... and then we, uh, we made love ... I don't know how it happened, but it did and I really loved it, Jane. It was so wonderful ... I never thought sex could be that much fun," I went on, my eyes half closed to the sun as I remembered how good John's cock felt in my pussy.
"Holy shit!" Jane yelled, "I don't believe it, little Kim lets the dirty old professor fuck her! No one would believe this but me! I always knew you were a hot one ... but really! John! He's probably fucked every hole on campus," Jane said dramatically.
"Have you fucked him?" I asked her, praying that she would say no.
"No, I haven't given in to him. Joey is enough for me. Wow ... Sandra would shit if she knew," Jane laughed and sat up on her elbow, giving me a full view of her luscious breasts. I couldn't understand why, but the sight of her breasts really turned me on. I felt my body getting very warm and my pussy getting wet. This was insane! I had to be completely nuts, I thought irritably. I turned my eyes to look out at the ocean, trying hard not to notice Jane's body next to mine.
"Tell me how it was," Jane said softly, "give me all the lovely details of fucking the professor. ... I just love to hear details. Sex is such a turn-on."
I gave Jane a strange look, unable to understand the way her voice sounded. It was as if she was all hot and turned on by this admission of mine. "Well, I guess it was just an ordinary fuck ... it was my first, you know."
"Honey, that's what makes it so special. I still remember every little detail from the first time I had sex and it wasn't with a guy."
"You mean it was with a girl!" I said, knowing that Jane was really getting hot to talk about this.
"Yeah, it was wonderful, women are so much more gentle with each other ... You should try it sometime."
"Well, uh, I don't think so," I stammered, my face turning red. I tried hard not to look at her, but out of the corner of my eye I could see Jane's pear-shaped breast, the pink nipple all hard and erect.
Jane laughed low, her eyes on my body. I suddenly put my head down on the sand, burying my face in my arms. I had to get dressed and get away from here, I decided. Something about the way Jane was staring at me was frightening. I couldn't talk to her anymore about sex, I couldn't. And yet at the same time I knew my pussy was dripping wet. Whether it was wet for her or John I didn't know. And I didn't want to know.
"I don't think I will make love with John ever again," I told Jane, my face still hidden. "After all, sex should be something that has meaning, don't you think?"
"Oh, Kim, don't be such a fucking prude, you know you loved fucking John ... your body just cries out for sex. It's the most natural thing in the world."
"Well, maybe for you, but not for me," I said, knowing my voice betrayed the way I really felt. I knew I had to put Jane off or else I'd be in for something I didn't want. "Jane, please don't tell anyone that I made it with John, Okay?"
Jane laughed and sat up; I saw her from under my arms. I watched with fascination as I saw her take her breasts in her hands and begin to massage them, playing with her nipples. Why was she doing this?
"Okay, baby, I won't tell, but you'll want more of a good thing ... do you ever masturbate?"
"Uh, you mean do I play with myself?" I asked her, dumbfounded.
"Of course, like I'm doing now, it feels really good."
I hated to do it, but I sat up and stared at Jane's moving hands. She was rubbing her breasts and digging her long, painted fingernails into her soft and full breasts. I could see that her nipples had gotten even harder and more erect. It was incredible that she should be doing this in front of me and yet I couldn't stop from staring. I knew it was turning me on, just like when John had played with my breasts. Damn, it had felt so good when he licked them and sucked them. Oh, shit, what's Jane doing now? I watched as Jane put her fingers into her mouth, wetting them good, and then she rubbed her wet fingers all over her pink nipples.
"Ohhh," Jane moaned, "do I have the hots, being naked in the sun always does it to me, I can't help it."
"I can't believe it," I said, without thinking. "That you can do this out in the open, just like that. It seems almost dirty or something."
"Oh, fuck off," Jane said good-naturedly, "You know you're dying to do the samething."
I didn't answer her, but turned back over and faced the sand. I was shaking too much to watch her any longer. I couldn't let her know that she was right, that I was burning inside to fuck, to experience that same feeling again and again. Oh shit! What was that? I felt Jane's hand on my back, stroking it all the way down to the crack in my fanny. Oh god, it feels so good for her warm hand to touch me ... but I must tell her to stop, I must! This was how it all started last night I couldn't turn into a lesbian, too ... it was bad enough that I was no longer a virgin, but to become a lesbian the very next day -- that would be the absolute end!
"Don't feel uncomfortable, baby," Jane cooed, "I'm not going to do anything to you ... just make you relax and feel good. I know you're thinking I'm going to attack you, but I'm not."
I didn't answer; I couldn't. I just let her continue to rub my back, gently and with such ease. Her hands began to move down to my ass and she squeezed my soft flesh, fingering it delicately with her long fingers. I was getting so hot that I felt I must scream, but l froze into the sand, digging into it with my hands and feet. I felt the blood rushing to my face, and I moaned inaudibly. Then Jane soft, wet lips were on my neck, and the next thing I knew she had pushed my long blond hair off my neck and was kissing me on my neck!
"Oh, Jane, don't do this, don't!" I cried turning over on my side as her mouth kissed me, pressing into my neck.
But the minute I turned over, Jane was quick to reach out with her hands for my breasts, grabbing my nipples and tugging or them, bringing one of my breasts into he; open and wet mouth. I squirmed under he naked body, afraid that I would lose control o my emotions and let her continue to do then things to my body. Her mouth felt so fucking good on my breasts that for a minute I almost forgot what was happening. I touched he breasts and without thinking, I squeezed he nipple, loving the hardness of it in my hand. Then I let out a scream and jumped up, grabbing my clothes and letting the tears flow down my face. What was the matter with me? I couldn't make love to a girl! I knew that was wrong, very, very wrong. Jane was laughing at me, her body so naked in front of me, but I couldn't look at her. I just ran for the house, almost blinded by my tears. I was shaking so badly that I could hardly run and I dare not turn around and see how Jane was taking this.
I reached the gathering of trees and I stopped, struggling to get my clothes back on back before I went into the house. I couldn't understand how I let that happen; I had to be completely nuts. Yet I knew that my body wanted Jane. Deep down inside I wanted to kiss her breasts, her pussy, everything I could ... shit, why was everything so damn complicated? I had never really been bothered about sex and now, after one lousy time, I was dying to fuck some more.
I had my clothes on now and I dashed into the cool house, almost knocking Sandra down in the process. She gave me a look of pure hatred and snarled at me, "Had enough of the sun for today, kid?"
"Yes, thank you," I murmured and ran up the stairs. I reached my room and locked the door behind me, anxious to be alone with my thoughts and my burning body. I flopped down on the bed and began to cry in earnest. I was so confused that I almost wished I were back at home, listening to mother's lectures. Shit! What would dear sweet mother think of her golden girl now? Just thinking of mother made me cry even harder, unable to stop.
I must have dozed off some because when I woke up I felt the sun had gone further down in the sky. My body ached and I felt stiff, yet the burning desire was still inside of me. I stretched like a lazy cat and reached down to hold my breasts as I had seen Jane do. I could see Jane's luscious body clearly in my mind and I almost wished she were here now, lying in bed with me and kissing me. I was getting excited all over again just thinking of Jane's pear-shaped breasts; they hung so full and perfectly on her small frame. Damn, I took my clothes off with trembling hands and began to stroke my soft skin. It felt so good to explore my body this way and I looked to make sure the door was locked.
For some reason I felt that I had to do this to my body. ... I had to get some relief from my desire. Shit, now that I had fucked, was I never going to have any relief from my desires? It didn't matter, I told myself. Nothing matters now except my body and the way I feel. And I felt like sex. "Sex, sex, sex," I said aloud to the empty room and then laughed at myself. A hot little number, that's what John had said I was. Well, maybe I was, maybe I was just a horny, luscious little virgin. This made me feel good, think about John and then Jane; the two of them were in my mind as I reached down to my curly bush and stroked it.
My pussy got hot very fast; I could feel it going all wet and hot. I reached down further with my hand and opened my legs wide. I felt my hard little button, my clit, and I stroked it, slowly. It was all smooth and wet as I pulled on it gently, feeling the sparks of fire going through my body. My thighs began to tremble as I lifted them up from the bed and reached down further to the tiny slit that was slippery and wet. ... I pushed a finger down to the entrance and slid it inside of my pussy.
"Ohhhh," I moaned, and slid my finger in as far as I could, pulling it out quickly to excite me ... and it did; my hips were moving up and down on the bed as I slid my finger in and out of my wet pussy. I reached down with my other hand and felt my cunt lips, swollen and aching to be touched, caressed. It felt so good to do this, so very good. I must be mad, I thought and laughed as I slid my finger in and out, faster and faster. I became a bit desperate to dig deeper into my pussy; I wanted more and more of an excitement and I looked around the room for something to stick inside of my aching pussy. I saw nothing that I thought would work and I remembered Jane; her long slender fingers on my ass. If only I had Jane now. Jane would slide her grand fingers into my pussy; Jane would make me come and come ... but I couldn't let that happen. I got up from the bed, wild with urgency to find something to fuck myself with. I went in the bathroom, but there was nothing there.
Then I heard someone coming up the stairs, calling my name. It was Brian. I suddenly knew that I would take Brian. Brian wanted to fuck me; he was always trying to feel me up. I would let him, I would! I ran to the bed and pulled on my clothes, feeling my wet pussy against my tight shorts. I buttoned them quickly and opened the door. Brian was three feet away and when he saw me he broke into a large grin.
"Wow, you look like you got some sun today; your face is all pink," Brian said innocently, staring at my inviting body. I gave him a sexy smile and opened the door wide.
"Come in and talk to me," I said softly, thinking only of his body and hoping that he had a big cock to put inside me and fill me up. I was so fucking horny that I could think of nothing else as I led him into my bedroom, locking the door behind me.
"You're kind of acting strange," Brian said as he stood there looking at me. I knew I was, but so what? I wanted him and wanted him now. I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled him over to me, putting my arms around his waist and hugging his middle, trying to feel his cock under his jeans.
"Hey, what's doing with you?" Brian asked, his voice nervous. "You never been like this before."
"I thought you always wanted me to hug You."
Brian didn't say anything, but he looked down at me and I knew he was trying to figure out what I was up to. True, I had never even let Brian see me without my clothes and now I was pushing my breasts against his body. He stepped back and stared at me, his eyes strange and disbelieving.
"Have you been drinking, Kim?" he asked, his eyes on my nipples that peeked out from under my shirt.
"Of course not, Brian, but I just felt like hugging you ... don't you like it?"
Brian didn't answer me, but he sat down beside me on the bed, still staring at me with wide eyes. I leaned closer to him and kissed him lightly on his lips. He didn't kiss back, he was too shocked by this sudden change in me.
"Come on, Brian, kiss me good, like you do," I whispered, leaning back on the beg Brian leaned over and, very carefully, kissed me on my lips. It wasn't a long kiss, but opened my mouth wide to let his tongue in and I pulled him with my arms close to m chest. I knew he felt my breasts straining under him because he stiffened as I pulled him down on the bed.
"Kim, what's the matter with you?" Brian asked, trying to lean back away, from me. "You've never acted like this before and it' really strange, let. me tell you."
"Oh, Brian, don't act so fucking surprised. just want to hold you close to me. I suddenly realized how much I care about you, that's all."
I was lying like crazy because Brian needed, it. Still, I don't think he believed me. But he came back down for another kiss and I took one of his hands and placed it on my hot breast. I wanted him to touch me, to squeeze my nipples like John had done. But his hand was frozen; he didn't move it at all. I place my hand on top of it and dug it into my breasts and Brian let himself touch me. But he wouldn't do much. ... I pulled him close to me and gave him a long, deep kiss, running my tongue all over his mouth and I felt his body moving some. I knew I was beginning to arouse him, that he couldn't act this way for long. Then he sat up and tried not to look at me, but I pulled his chin toward me and undid my shirt with one hand. I felt my breasts fall out of the shirt and the air hit them. I saw Brian's mouth fall open in wild surprise as I did this and then he yelled at me, "Damn, Kim! What are you becoming, some fucking whore all of sudden."
"Shut up, Brian. You're always wanting to do all these things to me; well, now that I'm ready, you've got cold feet or something ... don't be such a shit head."
"Kim, I don't understand you at all ... one of the reasons I love you is because you're such a pure girl, a real virgin, and those are hard to come by these days."
"Brian, don't talk like some jerk! No one thinks like that anymore," I yelled, really upset that he wasn't going wild to kiss my naked breasts which were right in front of him.
"You used to, until now," Brian said jerkily, his eyes clearly on my breasts now. I moved in closer to him, holding my breasts in my hands and saying to him softly, "Kiss them, Brian, kiss my breasts."
But Brian surprised the hell out of me. He jumped up from the bed and literally ran out of the room! I ran after him, forgetting that I didn't have my shirt on.
"Brian, come back, please! I can explain everything, come back!" I yelled after him, but he ran into his room and I heard him lock the door. What was wrong with him? I didn't understand him at all. How could he be turned off by me? I knew I had a great body ... it didn't make any sense at all.
"Well, Kim, I must say I like your new shirt," I heard a deep voice say next to me and I turned to see Joey, Jane's boyfriend, staring right at my naked breasts.
"Oh, shit," I stammered, trying to cover myself with my hands and failing miserably.
"Don't say that, say, come on, Joey and play with me," he joked, his eyes still on me. I gave him a shaky smile, and for the life of me I will never understand my next move unless you could say that I was now driven with the need for sex.
"Come on, big boy, play with me," I drawled in a low voice so that Brian wouldn't hear. I turned and walked slowly to my room, knowing that Joey was right behind me. I thought for a minute about Jane-this was her boyfriend I was getting ready to fuck. But I didn't care at all, not one little bit. All I wanted was sex, raw sex. I might be sorry I did this later, but for now all I cared about was satisfying this craving inside of my body. And Joey was cute, cute and well-hung, or so Jane had told me often enough.
We both entered the bedroom without talking and Joey shut the door behind him. I went for my bed and sat there, conscious of my half-nude body and I watched with wide and excited eyes as Joey took his shirt off. His chest wasn't as broad as John's, but it was fine. He had hairy curls all over his chest and I couldn't wait to put these in mouth, to taste him. He stared at me the whole time as he pulled his zipper down and slipped out of his pants. His legs were long and slender and I hardly noticed them at all ... his cock was indeed, as Jane had told me, very large and long. It was erect all ready and I watched it bob as he slipped out of his pants. I smiled at him and he smiled back, opened his mouth slightly as if to touch me in some mysterious way.
"You know, Kim, I've wanted to do this ever since I first laid eyes on you," Joey said in his deep, masculine voice. "But the rumor was that you were some really cold dish, still a virgin."
"I was, then," I said slowly, and leaned back so that he could take my shorts off. Joey slid them down with no trouble and I was slightly embarrassed as he did this. ... I knew that he could tell my excitement for sex had made my shorts all wet. But if this bothered him, he didn't mention it. He sat down next to me on the bed and whistled low.
"What a gorgeous fuckin' body," he said, "I can't believe this ... what would old Brian think?"
"Brian had his chance and blew it," I said bitterly. "Besides, I think I like you better," I purred.
Joey smiled at me, his thin lips, spread across his even, white teeth. He was good-looking, I thought happily as he reached out and touched my hip with his hand. He moved it very slowly from my waist to my foot, his touch so light and sensual that I shivered and felt goose pimples rush all over my body.
I looked down at my golden body, happy and contented that I had such a great body. I saw my nipples beginning to harden as Joey stroked me. His hand moved into the inside of my thigh, moving up to my pussy, but not touching it, just teasing me with his hands. I moved over to make more room for him and watched as his cock grew even longer. I wanted to touch it, but I couldn't reach it. I would later, I thought. I would touch his long, thick cock and maybe I would kiss it ... maybe I would.
"Oh, Kim, this is a dream, it must be ... Jane would shit all over if she knew we were together like this," Brian said softly, his hands still on my thighs.
"Jane doesn't have to know," I whispered back, my voice heavy with desire for him. "Yeah, but I just might tell her ... she thinks we're ready to get married."
"And are you?" I asked coyly, opening my legs wider so that he could see my pussy full. "Hell no!" he exclaimed and his mouth came down fast and hard to kiss my pussy. His mouth hit my bush first, licking it heavily with a very wet and hot tongue.
I leaned back slowly, pulling my thighs up on the bed and resting my feet flat. I was wide open for him and I began to move slightly, getting so hot so damn fast that it almost worried me. Would I become one of those women they call a nymphomaniac? I didn't even really care, for Joey had reached my hard clit and his tongue flipped me out.
"Ohhh, do it like that, do it ..." I cooed, my pussy so hot that I wanted to grab out for him. I did. I reached for his shoulders and pulled him down deeper into my opened legs. My pussy was his for as long as he wanted ... his tongue was long and slithery, like a snake's, as he explored my clit and every detail of my wild pussy. I couldn't get over how good and hot this felt. ... I wished I could get a blast of cold air to relieve me some from this sense of suffocating. But then Joey's tongue moved in deeper to my pussy and he was sucking loudly on my cunt lips, which I knew were swollen with nothing but passion. I twisted under his ferocious tongue and let him eat me, suck me ... anything.
Suddenly I saw a vision of myself, the little female slave, controlled by her complete and total desire for nothing but sex, sex, sex. ... I must be stark mad. Just then Joey bit into my swollen and hot cunt lips, his teeth not really hurting me, but driving me even deeper and deeper into a passion for him, for his hot body within me. Then I saw Jane; there she stood in my racing mind ... her large, throbbing, pear-shaped breasts before me and my hand touching them, caressing them. I had to stop this, I had to. Why couldn't I just forget Jane, forget John, and only think of here, now, here with Joey.
"Oh, your pussy is so sweet and delicious," Joey moaned into me. His tongue was moving rapidly on my pussy, covering every inch of my supple flesh. I knew so much pleasure then that I wanted to sing at the top of my lungs ... but that wouldn't do at all, I decided, and I felt my body twisting and turning as Joey's mouth went so deep into my pussy hole that I did moan, and moan loudly into the darkening room. His tongue was as deep inside of me as it could go and I pushed his shoulders down and down so that his whole face could be tight next to my pussy. I wanted to rub my pussy juices deep into his face and cover him with me ... his tongue was fast in me, moving in circles and then darting in and out, driving me insane with the fire of sex. I wanted him never to stop so badly that I dug into his shoulder with my fingernails, pushing him again and again until I felt rushes raging through my body and tormenting me so exquisitely that I began to pant like an animal.
Then Joey stirred under my hands and I felt something different enter my dripping pussy. I opened my eyes and saw that Joey was moving toward my breasts, his mouth and face shiny with wetness and his hand was left behind, left in my pussy. I liked his hand even better than his mouth; it felt good inside of me and I moved my hips as he moved his hands and we made a curious sort of rhythm as we did this ... his mouth had reached my tight nipple and he took it in, sucking gently and wetting my breasts with my own juices. I felt so good, so fucking good that I heard myself moaning out and crying in a sing-song way. I was bursting with perspiration and a passion that riveted my body throughout. I twisted and turned, feeling more and more like some wild animal that wants out of its cage. Only this bed was not a cage. ... I felt freer than I ever had. I knew what was coming now; I was no longer the timid and cold little virgin. I was hot, I was a woman, and I wanted everything I could possibly have that dealt with sex ... even if this meant Jane.
My breasts were getting so much lavish attention that I had to open my eyes wide and stare down at Joey as he administered to my wanting body. His dark head was bent down between my spongy breasts. He was giving them everything and I sighed again as he began to bite me with tiny little bites, pulling the soft and generous flesh into his sensual and tasting mouth. I reached for his head and held it in my hands, trying to get him so close to my breasts that I would suffocate in his attentions.
"Suck them, Joey, suck them," I urged him and he took the nipple into his mouth and sucked hard and long, pulling me out to him. I was in ecstasy now; nothing else could possibly come close to describing how I felt. He was almost childlike as he. sucked first one breast, then the other. I felt his hard and lean body on mine and his pounding cock was rubbing hard next to my thigh, and I moved my thigh up from the bed. I loved to feel its dynamite hardness on my soft thigh, almost as if I were fucking him with my thigh. It was new, and I held him there, pinned to my thigh. He was grunting deep sounds as I moved my thigh, able to feel his hard on my may.
"Do you want to go down on me?" Joey asked, looking up from my cleavage. I didn't know for sure what he meant, but I had a pretty good idea.
"I'm not sure that I know how," I whispered, "But I'd love to try."
"That's a good baby," Joey said, giving me a slow smile as he moved to lie beside me on the bed. He took my hand and put it gently over his soft balls. I felt him shudder at my touch and this gave me a feeling of great power as I stroked and explored the soft hairiness of his balls. I lifted each little ball in the palm of my hand stroked it. Joey moved his hips up from the bed to reach me better.
"Lick and kiss them, baby ... let yourself go with your tongue and mouth," Joey instructed in a deep voice. I needed no further knowledge as I bent my head down to his maleness. His cock was full in my face, but I didn't touch it, not yet. I found his balls with my tongue and began to lick them, like candy. He tasted of nothing but manliness and this really turned me on as I bent between his legs, resting on my thighs. I carefully took his balls into my mouth, one at a time, and sucked gently on them, feeling the softness of his curly hairs. I loved having them in my mouth and I tasted of them, sucked them. Joey was moaning with a louder voice now and I knew that he liked what I was doing. I felt it, too, my pussy getting even wetter as I took my tongue and ran it all around his balls, going down to the soft crease of his thighs. I found a soft little spot without any hair at all just under his now hardened and tight ball and I began to lick. I let the juicy saliva fall from my mouth and cover him, all the while licking him everywhere between his lean legs. He opened wider for me and I found the tiny little anus and I licked that, too, inserting my tongue into his tight opening.
"Oh, shit, baby, that feels too good, just too fucking good," Joey whispered to my bent head. And this only turned me on even more and I began to push hard with my tongue to get deeper inside of him. It felt good. I felt, like I was fucking him and he began to move with my rhythm, thrusting his hips up from the shaking bed.
I knew at this moment that it was time to move back up, up from his hot, wet anus and toward his still wet balls. I licked them some more, using my tongue as a mighty and forceful instrument. My hands began to clench and squeeze his thighs, kneading his lean flesh as easily as I quid to control his moving body. At last I was at his cock and I could hardly wait to taste it. I felt my pussy tighten and become hotter than ever as I reached the root of his cock. My tongue was very wet and I reached his shaft and licked it, very softly so as not to let him move under me. I wanted Joey to remain still and quiet so that I could savour this moment with him. I wanted his cock inside of my pussy and thrusting against me, but I had to get it very ready for me. I had to keep him turned on long and hard. It wasn't hard. I heard Joey stiffen as I began to travel up the shaft of his cock with my tongue stretched out like a cat.
"Ummmm, baby, this is so good ... ummm" Joey mumbled his voice straining with emotion. I gave him a brief glance and saw his half-closed dark eyes looking down at me and I knew the power of a woman. I had him completely under my spell, the spell of sexual satisfaction that was so near in coming. He was dazed by my tongue; I could feel that as I licked up his cock, tasting every inch and savoring it.
I reached the fat head of his cock and I put the whole thing gently into my mouth, holding it there in a nest of hot warm liquid. I felt the blood pounding through his body as I held it, tasting it and sucking ever so lightly ... this was great for me, I felt so incredibly sexy and alive. I then began to slide my whole mouth over his 'cock, letting the head touch the roof of my mouth and then press down to my throat. I felt nothing of a gagging sensation as I did this; I felt exhilarated and began to move my whole body up and down over his cock.
I took his cock slowly out of my mouth and bent over him again, giving the shaft of his cock tiny little butterfly twits with my tongue. Joey moaned loudly as I did this, his body so responsive to my very touch. I couldn't stand it any longer and I moved back on top of his cock, taking the whole thing into my mouth and sucking it in, holding it in my wanting mouth until I felt Joey move under me, his pleasure so real to me. I wanted all of his cock, in my mouth, in my pussy, anywhere at all.
"Oh, baby, go slower or I'll come right now and I don't want to do that, not yet," Joey whispered and reached out for my shoulders with his warm hands. I nodded, slowing my pace as I ran my mouth down over his bulging head and down his cock ... he had a long, thick cock that I had trouble holding in my mouth, but I did it.
"Oh, baby, get on top of me ... I want to fuck you now, now this minute," Joey said clearly, his mouth open still. I said nothing but slid up his wet, perspiring body to reach his lips with my own. It was our first mouth kiss and I felt it with relish, savouring his bittersweet mouth with my moving tongue. Our lips crushed together and I felt my breasts tight against his chest and my thighs stretched over his bobbing cock. I knew it would not be long at all before my pussy found its cock and we would fuck, fuck long and hard. I was so aroused by him and his body that our kiss didn't end at all and. we dug deeper into each other's mouth, two hungry and passionate people. ... I saw a flash of Jane as if she had come in here and was watching us. I hated to think of Jane just now, but it turned me on, too. I saw her swinging breasts over my mouth and I saw myself kissing and sucking them. I felt Joey bite down on my lips and this brought me back to Joey, to now, to what we were doing to each other, our hot bodies.
Joey's hips began to move up from the bed so that I felt his cock hard against my legs and I lifted my hips up from his and looked down at his cock which was at attention in mid-air. Our kisses broke apart and I knew it was at last time for his cock to enter my wild pussy. I was so fucking hot for him that I was shaking as I reached down to grasp his cock and place it at my swelling cunt lips.
"Oh, baby, now, let me in now," Joey cried out to me and I smiled down at him, teasing him with my open pussy. I slid the head of his cock in just a tiny bit and he moaned and I cried out, it felt so good to me. ... I wanted his cock to fill me up completely, and with a wild, almost reckless abandon, I went down completely. I let my pussy slide down all the way to his balls and take in his cock. I felt I might burst wide open as I did this, but the pain was not pain at all and I felt my hips begin to gyrate wildly, his cock tight inside of my pussy. I had him completely, all the way, and I was full. My body was going crazy with this feeling and I began to move up slowly, then go down slowly, letting his cock slide in and out of my wet pussy. I wanted more and more of him inside of me and I began to rock wildly over his body ... unable to, to control any of these passions I became the animal I knew I was. My pussy was stretching to fit him inside of me and I cried out loudly as I put him deeper and deeper into my pussy.
"Oh my god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Joey yelled at me and reached for my hanging breasts with his hands. He was almost rough as he pulled on my breasts, pulling the nipples out toward him, but he couldn't reach them with his mouth. I leaned further over him and let him kiss my nipples, his cock still deep inside of my hot pussy. I began to move my hips around in broad sweeps, rubbing his cock into my pussy in all directions. I savoured each sensation of his cock inside of me ... I knew I must be reaching climax, nothing could feel better than this felt.
"Come on, baby, we're changing positions," Joey said, "turn over on your stomach."
I slid off his cock and turned over on the bed, and then I felt Joey lifting my hips from the bed so that I was in a doglike position, my weight resting on my bent knees. I felt Joey's large hands holding my round ass and then I felt it! His cock slid into my pussy from this way and it felt even better than before! I couldn't believe people could fuck this way and then I found myself bucking wildly under Joey ... my pussy was so slick and wet that it grasped Joey's cock firmly and we moved against each other, with each other. Our voices were making wild, panting noises and I thought of dear, sweet Brian ... look what he had missed out on.
I let out a small laugh and Joey took this as a groan of passion and thrust his cock even deeper into my pussy. Then I felt his hands on my slit, stroking it as he fucked me, then
pulling my cunt lips wide apart so that he could slide even deeper inside of me. I was going crazy again and my body was rasping and jerking about on the bed, madly and without thought or pattern.
"Oh shit, ohhhhhh, fuck me, Joey," I cried to the pillow I was facing, and Joey pulled my cunt lips wide apart and in his cock went, deep and fast and I let out another loud and long moan ... my body was reaching the peak of passion and I felt myself all wet, all over and madly jerking about under Joey. Joey's cock was moving so fast inside of me that I could not do anything to deny this feeling. ... I heaved under him and my pussy contracted and I screamed out, "Ahhhhhhhhh, Joey, don't stop, not now, not now!"
But I needn't have told him to stop and doubt if he even heard me ... he was moving so fast that I didn't think it was possible to fuck so hard and so fast. ... I couldn't control myself at all and I moved in circles with my hips, my ass now under his hands and he was tearing at my fleshy ass with his hands, digging into me wildly.
Every touch Joey gave me felt good, every single fucking touch ... my ass was burning from all the attention and it somehow added to the feeling inside of my body as his cock rammed into me. He was thrusting his body into mine and I eclipsed with it, bursting each time his cock surged into my fiery hole. ... "Ohhh, ohhhhhhh," I heard Joey start to scream and I joined him, my voice hoarse and loud with passion as I knew I was reaching climax at last, at long last and my body heaved as Joey thrust his cock so deep inside of my pussy that I cried out and then fell down to the bed, my body flat and Joey on top of me, his cock still inside of me.
We were quiet for what seemed like a long time. I felt the hot juices of his body slipping out from my pussy as his cock grew smaller and smaller inside of me. Joey's face was on my back and I felt him breathing on me, all warm and soft. He held my hands tightly with his hands and we clung together like that.
"What the fuck is going on in here?"
Joey and I froze stiff. That was Jane! We both turned our heads at the same time to see Jane standing in the open door, her hands on her hips and looking madder than I had ever seen her.
Joey stammered to say something to her, but no coherent words came out of his mouth. I was simply too dumbfounded to say anything. I knew I should have felt embarrassment, but I didn't. I only felt sorry that Jane should see this and would think I was after her boyfriend. How could I explain to her that this meant nothing to me other than a chance to climax once again? Joey was a nice guy and all that but she could have him; I only wanted to fuck him. I knew as I thought this that it made no sense at all, but then nothing had made much sense this day.
"Of all the goddamned nerve! I just can't believe it, you little whore and you, Joey, if you think I'll ever give you the time of day again, you're full of shit! You're both disgusting!"
And with that little speech Jane stormed out the door, slamming it so hard that the window shook in my room.
I turned over slowly and looked at Joey; he was obviously very shaken by this. "Gee, Joey, I'm sorry, I didn't want to fuck you and Jane over ... honest I didn't."
"Oh, it's all right, she'll get over it, in time. If it hadn't been you it would have been someone else. I don't think I could be loyal to just one girl," Joey said and gave me a weak mile. His hair was still wet and I reached over to brush it out of his eyes. I felt tenderly toward him, knowing deep inside of me that it was all my doing he was here. It was this mad desire for sex, just like my mother had told me. Once you start fooling around with sex, she had said, you'll never have enough and then you'll turn into a horrid whore. Well, dear mother, it's happening to me. I've just been called a whore, me who less than forty-eight hours ago was a virgin.
"You're really dynamite in bed," Joey said softly into my ear. I gave him a kiss on his wet cheek and then he enveloped me in a loose hug, our two-bodies still very wet, but cooling off some. I felt his warm juices all over my pussy and this was a comfort to me, proof that we had made love and that I was satisfied, for now.
"Thank you," I whispered back to Joey, "and thank you for letting me suck you and lick you like that ... it was the first time I had done that."
"Good," Joey said and then sat up. "Well, dinner tonight should be interesting. What with Brian mad at you and Jane mad at both of us. Well, we'll be great company for the rest of the group. And it doesn't look like the professor is getting on very well with his wife either."
I didn't answer him, but I thought about what he had said. Yes, everyone would be mad at me tonight. I wondered if Jane would tell the others about John and me as well Then John would be in trouble, too. And everything on account of me. I felt miserable about this, but I knew there was nothing I could do. After all, it was worth it. I loved fucking John and Joey both, although I leaned more toward John. Maybe because he was older and the first.
After Joey left I locked the door to my room and studied my reflection in the mirror. I sure didn't look like a girl who had just fucked two men. I touched my sore breasts and thought they looked even bigger. I reached down to my pussy and it was still swollen, the cunt lips enlarged and tender to my touch. I went into the bathroom for a long, sensual bath to relieve and cleanse my body. There was something about a long bath that always made me feel less guilty about things.
I must have been in the bath a long, long time. Possibly I dozed off some. I opened my eyes and the water was cooler, almost cold. I pulled the plug out and watched the water dropping around my naked body. I reached down to my pussy and slipped my finger in easily. I still was very open and damp. ... I thought I could easily make love again, very soon. Funny about sex, I decided; I wondered if anyone ever had enough of sex. I wished I could spend a whole day and night in bed with a man, that would really' be nice. It must feed good to cuddle up with a warm man at night. Oh well, I got out of the tub and dried off my body.
I could hear voices in the hall as I dressed in a short skirt and a thin tee-shirt. I sort of felt like I should wear something that would really cover my body up good, but I didn't. I wanted to show them all how beautiful my body was. I wanted John to want me again. I brushed my hair back from my face and tied a pink ribbon in it. I almost looked virginal as I gave the mirror a smile and went out the door.
Fortunately, dinner was not a sit-down affair like breakfast. I walked outside to find John and Sandra cooking hamburgers on a grill. Brian was talking with Jane and John was with Blake and his girl friend. I didn't know who to walk toward until I saw Jane shoot me a really dirty look. I walked over to Joey and he gave me a timid smile, obviously embarrassed.
"Hey, Kim, come help me with the plates," John called out. I gave him a thankful smile and went into the house with him.
"Hey, is what I hear true? Did you really fuck Joey, right in front of Jane?" John asked, his eyes darting down to my breasts.
"We made love, but not in front of Jane, so what?" I answered curtly, not happy with the way John asked me.
"Well, well, it sure didn't take you long to catch on ... are you sure you were a virgin last night?"
I shot him a look that made him turn away and then I held out my hands to take the stack of paper plates and cups for dinner. "I don't see why everyone is so damn concerned with my business," I shot back at him quietly.
"Well, just take it easy from now on, kid," John warned,, "if something comes up again, Sandra will really run you all off and I'd hate for that to happen."
I watched him turn and walk back outside. I followed, my eyes to the ground and very quiet. Shit, everyone is mad at me for something. Why did it have to be like this?
Dinner was really shitty for me. Hardly anyone said a word to me. From time to time I caught Jane's eyes on me, but I wouldn't look her in the face. And Brian never once gave me the slightest look. As soon as I had finished eating I went back up to, my room, leaving the others alone to do as they pleased. My tears fell easily when I had closed the door behind me. I couldn't remember when I had felt more miserable.
Chapter Three
The next morning I awoke to rain and dark skies. Great, I muttered, just what I need to help my spirits. Just before I had gone to sleep last night I had planned that I would leave the house today. I would walk into the small Maine town and take a bus back to campus. But now it was raining and I didn't feel like leaving badly enough to walk that far in the pouring rain. If only I wasn't starving, I could stay in bed all morning. But I was so hungry that nothing could keep me in this room. I could smell bacon cooking and I jumped and went into the bathroom to get ready.
My spirits very much lowered, I dressed in long, baggy jeans and an oversized man's shirt that hid my large breasts. I didn't want to cause any trouble today. I even put my hair in pigtails so that I wouldn't look at all sexy, but like some lost farm girl. I gave myself a look of courage and went out into the hall to face the gang.
Brian was in the hall, but he ignored me completely, letting me walk right past him. I heard him turn and go back into his bedroom. Obviously, he didn't want to eat breakfast with me in the same room.
To my surprise, no one was at the table except John and Joey. Great, I muttered to myself, the two men I had fucked. They both gave me a cheery hello and I sat down to a steaming cup of coffee.
"Where is everyone?" I asked, trying to appear normal and acting as if nothing had happened.
"Jane is still asleep," Joey said and winked at me.
"As for Sandra, she's cooking. Your eggs will be ready in a minute."
I gave John a sexy smile in spite of myself. To my great surprise, he smiled back at me, pushing his foot under the table so that it touched mine and ran up my leg. I know I must have blushed because Joey looked at me funny.
"Here's breakfast, and it's your turn to wash the dishes today," Sandra said curtly as she sat the plate down in front of me.
"Okay, sure," I said pleasantly and watched her sit down next to John.
"I've got to go into town to do some shopping," Sandra told John. "Will you come with me?"
"No, I'm going to work on my lesson plans for school," he replied, not looking at her. I heard her sigh in a very unpleasant way and she banged her fork noisily against her plate.
"I'll give you a hand, if you want," Joey volunteered.
"Thanks, I'd appreciate that," Sandra said to him and gave me a sidelong glance that made me shrink inside. She acted like she knew something was up with me and whatever it was she didn't approve. I couldn't imagine John in bed with her, fucking her like he had with me. But I knew they must fuck, else why would he have married her in the first place?
Just then Jane and Brian came in, both of them sulking and Jane glaring outright at me. I avoided her after that and hurried to finish eating.
"I'm going into town today," Sandra began, "if either of you would like to come along that's fine with me. There's not much else to do with this rain."
Brian and Jane both muttered they would like that and I realized with a start that that would leave me alone with John. Blake and his girl friend pretty much kept to themselves.
I flushed under their curious glances, but soon got up to start washing the dishes. The kitchen was such a total mess that I wondered if Sandra had deliberately messed it up. I rolled my sleeves up and began to wash the dishes. I heard the sounds of everyone leaving, going off for the day. The minute I heard the car pull out of the drive, I stopped with the dishes and went to find John. Now was my chance.
John was working in a small den, his back to the open door. I crept into the room, not making a sound, and then slid my arms around his neck.
"Oh, baby, it's you," John said in surprise, "I thought you went with the others into town."
"Hah, if I went there would be a real fight," I said crisply, "no one much likes me right now."
"Well, I do," John said and pulled me into his lap. "I like you a hell of a lot."
I gave him a weak smile and tried to find some comfort in his words. It seemed to make sense just hearing his calm voice.
"Maybe you just jumped in too fast. After all, Joey is Jane's boyfriend."
"But John, you don't know the whole story!" I blurted out quickly. "On the beach yesterday Jane tried to get me to kiss her and all sorts of stuff. We took our clothes off to sunbathe and she actually kissed my breasts and if I hadn't run for the house, she would have done much more to me!"
"And is that so bad?" John asked, pulling his arms tighter around me. "Sex with another woman can be very beautiful and very satisfying."
"Shit! I think it's perverted ... I know I'm not wrong about this."
"But didn't it turn you on to have her kiss you? Didn't you want to kiss her breasts, I flushed a deep, deep red as John said this to me. How in hell did he know how I had felt? "No, no, no," I lied, "I thought it was disgusting and she upset me ... so why should she be so upset if I made it with Joey, huh?"
John laughed and pulled my head down on his chest. "Poor baby, things are going too fast for you, aren't they? You just have to take sex slow and easy and not think anything is perverted ... plenty of women make love to both men and women."
"You sound like you're lecturing the class at school," I shot back at him, my face hidden in his chest.
"Well, I am, only I have one student today."
I laughed softly and put my arms tighter around him. It felt so good to hold him close to me. It also bothered me, though. I could feel my body beginning to respond to being close to him. I was getting hot again and I didn't want to. I wanted to be finished with sex for a. while. I wanted to wait until I felt more sure of myself and my feelings. But shit, there was John's hand and he was lightly touching my breasts.
"John, don't do that," I whispered, "I want to talk some more ... and I don't want to have sex again for a long time."
John laughed, tugging playfully on my nipples. "Baby, that won't last for a day ... your whole body is nothing but 'a ball of fire. Once you turn a hot little virgin on they never cool off!"
"You're just teasing me," I said back to him.
"No, I'm not. ... I can tell you're getting all hot right now ... all I have to do is unbutton this big shirt and kiss your pink nipples and you'll do anything I want," John said softly, his hands all over my breasts, squeezing them and touching them.
"Well don't," I said irritably, "I want to talk about Brian ... how can I make him not be mad at me? Did you know I tried to make love to him yesterday and he wouldn't? That's why I did it with Joey, because Brian wouldn't."
"Maybe Brian liked you better as a shy little virgin. Maybe he's too immature for sex," John said and I knew he was unbuttoning my shirt. I looked down as he pulled my shirt apart and I saw my breasts, the light in the room making them look like two full moons. My nipples were soft and round, not hard yet. But then John touched each one gently and they began to grow. ... I turned away from my breasts and looked out the window at the rain and the trees. It was so perfect just the two of us like this. ... I wished desperately that no one would return from town, that we would have the whole day to ourselves, to explore and love.
"What are you thinking, baby?" John whispered, his hands cupping my full breasts.
"That I wish we could be alone all day." "We have most of the day. Sandra won't drive back until well after lunch ... don't worry about that, don't worry about anything. You have to learn to enjoy the moment, not to think of what will happen later."
"I know, but it's so hard," I muttered, my heart racing as he began to massage my breasts. His face was almost even with my breasts and I felt his mouth press against one of my breasts and he kissed it, very softly and tenderly. I stirred and let him continue to kiss my soft flesh. My skin looked golden in this light and I wanted to be able to see everything he did to me. I wished there were mirrors all around us. I told John this and he gave me a wide grin.
"Follow me, my dumpling," he said, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs. We walked all the way down the hall and I heard Blake and his girl laughing in the room they shared. John opened the door to his and Sandra's bedroom and I saw what he meant. There were mirrors all over the room, on the ceiling over the bed and a mirror on each side of the large white bed. I stiffened, knowing that he and Sandra shared this room. I wished Sandra didn't exist at all, but I knew she did and that he fucked her in this very room, this very bed, and it bothered me.
"What do you think, just like your idea?"
"Yeah, but John I feel funny in here ... after all this is your room and your wife's ... it doesn't feel right for me to be in here, in her room."
"Don't be a silly ass," John said coolly and went to sit down on the edge of the bed. I watched him in the mirrors ... there were three Johns and I saw myself too, my breasts hanging out of my shirt and looking larger than life. I couldn't help but be turned on by my reflections and I walked over to stand in front of John.
"That's a good baby," John said and again he took my breasts in his hands and held them tightly, squeezing them and then kissing them.
"This whole vacation is nothing but sex," I said to him, "is it always like this when you invite students up for a time?"
"Does it matter?" John said easily, taking my nipples into his mouth, flickering from one to the other with his long tongue.
"Well, yes," I went on, determined, "if you do this with all the girl students, then it means nothing to you and I want sex to mean something."
"Baby, hush ... of course sex means something," John said, looking up at me. He pulled me down on the bed and gave me a gentle bear hug, like my father used to give me. I let him hug me, my mind still racing, full of doubt and uneasiness about what I was doing. What if Sandra should walk in on us? What if they all saw us? I couldn't stand to have any more people mad at me ... it was just too horrible.
"Baby, listen to me," John said, pulling my chin to face him. "Sex is normal, good, healthy. Just because you made it with your best friend's boyfriend and she tried to make it with you is no reason to get all hostile and cold. Sex is a wonderful release, you know that, baby. So what is bothering you, huh?"
"Then why is everyone mad at me?" I asked him, clinging tightly to him.
"Oh, poor baby, they're all just jealous that you like it so much, that for the first time you've discovered the joy of sex and they are jealous of you. It shows in your face, you're radiant and everyone wants to be radiant, to have a glow. Sex is wonderful and it's the ultimate sharing experience," John soothed, patting my shoulders with his hands and at the same time snuggling his body closer to mine. I sighed with a bit of contentedness and realized that he must be right. Why else court they look at me the way they did? I felt different now, too. I guess it did show ... but why would it turn Brian off? Oh well, it didn't matter so much after all. I never really liked him that much. But what about Jane. ... I really cared a lot. about Jane and didn't want to lose her friendship.
"John, how can I make Jane not be angry with me?"
"Make love to her."
I didn't answer John; that thought terrified me more than anything. I knew some people did that, but I felt. that it was just so wrong, so not meant to be.
"Undress me, baby, slowly and watch the mirrors."
I looked at John and let him kiss me, a slow, sweet kiss that didn't penetrate deeply, but really turned me on to him. I could hear the rain outside really pouring down and I wanted him. I couldn't deny it any longer ... . I knew we would make love and I sat back to take off his shoes.
His socks came off next and I saw for the first time what delicate feet he had. I bent my head and kissed each foot, taking his toes into my mouth and sucking them gently. He sighed happily and I went to unbutton his shirt. His chest had a lot of hair and it was nice to run my hands through it ... which I did. I went to his waist and undid his jeans, then very slowly I pulled them off his legs. His underwear came next and my hands shook some as I pulled it down off his cock, which was growing every minute. He had his head on a pillow watching everything I did, from all the angles the mirrors allowed. I looked up at the ceiling and saw my breasts as they jutted out firm from my chest. They were round and full and looked good from this angle. Without thinking about what I was doing, I touched my breasts with my own hands and watched as I did so ... it really turned me on to do this and I could see that John was watching with a sexy look in his eyes.
"Oh baby, does it feel good to touch yourself?"
"Yes," I whispered as I rubbed my breasts, feeling the sensual softness of my flesh and the hardness of my two nipples. It did feel good to touch myself, but it felt even better to watch myself, to be able to see everything I was doing. John moved up, now naked, and undid my jeans. I leaned back so that he could slide my jeans off. I wasn't wearing any underwear. I watched in the mirrors and was pleased with my body, it looked very curvy and good in the mirrors and I wanted desperately to touch my pussy, my bush. But I was afraid John would think I was silly and so I kept still, my hands on my breasts.
"Here, baby, lie back like this and open your legs ... look at your pussy in the mirror ... have you ever seen your pussy before?"
"No," I whispered, staring at my opened legs in the mirror and seeing the flash o� dark pink that was between my legs.
"It's nice to see yourself ... look and touch your pussy ... touch your clit, come on, Kim," John urged me. It didn't take much urging. My hands went slowly down to my bush and I felt my curly hairs and then I put my hand down further and touched the dark pink of my cunt. It was so soft and smooth and getting very wet. I looked in the mirror and saw the folds of pink, flesh that I was stroking ever so gently. I saw my clit and I touched it with one finger, moving my finger around it, teasing myself. Then I moved down to my cunt lips and I touched them carefully ... aware that John was inches away, watching me in the mirror above the bed. I wanted to pull apart my cunt lips and stare into the deep darkness that lay behind the folds of flesh. I was getting so turned on that I did just that. ... I put one hand on either side of my slit and pulled the thick cunt lips wide apart and looked, but saw nothing but a deep, deep red darkness.
"Herein lies the sweets," John said with a smile and leaned over with his tongue ready to insert into my pussy. I moaned as he touched me the first time ... my pussy so ready and hot for him. His tongue was almost sharp and he slid it into my pussy slowly, moving in circles and tasting me, smacking his lips from time to time. Seeing John's dark head at my pussy was really great in the mirror. ... I could see his tongue go out and reach into my pussy, swirling around with my juices and making me get wetter and wetter. My breathing was getting faster and I wished it wouldn't take so little to turn me on like this. ...
John's body then began to slide around on the bed and his legs came up next to my face and he was almost bent over my body. ... I reached out and touched his firm ass, all taut with tension and muscle. He moaned and his mouth covered my entire pussy, taking in every drop of juice as he began to suck me in earnest, his mouth a wide, hot machine ... and I was so turned on that I squirmed happily under him, my hands kneading his ass with great joy and I felt in tune with things once again. I watched our two bodies moving in the mirrors, seeing the curvy outline of my body next to his. I saw my breasts rising and falling as my breathing got faster and faster.
"Baby, eat me, too ... take the pillow away."
I moved the pillow away from my head and John moved so that he was almost completely on top of me and then he pulled my hips over so that I was lying on my back and under him completely. John kept his hips up from the bed and I could see his gorgeous cock hanging over my mouth, all ready to be stroked by my anxious burning tongue. ... I stuck out my tongue and gave the base of his cock a delicate lick. ... John moaned as his mouth took my clit in and he sucked it so deliciously that I knew I was going to come, very soon now.
"Ohhhh, baby, lick my balls, too, lick my balls," John moaned, his mouth buried deep inside of my sweltering pussy. I was so absolutely turned on that I sank down further to his tight, hairy balls and licked and licked, wetting my tongue and letting the saliva slide all over him. His balls tasted good, just like a man. ... I put each one tenderly into my mouth and held it there for a short while, sucking very gently and his hips moved all around so that I could suck him all in ... it was heaven ... it just had to be. I glanced toward one of the side mirrors and I could see my body under John's, my breasts upturned and the nipples rock hard ... suddenly I had an inspiration. I slid down just a bit further and reached down to cup my swelling breasts, then I held them up and crushed John's hard, bobbing cock with my breasts, one on each side of his cock. He loved it, he moved to accommodate me better and I squeezed my breasts, moved them all over his cock and balls, letting my own wetness caress my breasts. It felt so damn, fucking good doing this. ...
"Oh, baby, look how beautiful you are, look at yourself," John urged, his hands toying with my cunt lips and diverting my attention. But I looked in first one mirror, then the other and I loved what I saw ... my breasts holding John's cock and our bodies moving so gently with our caresses.
Just then I had a fleeting vision of Jane and her own lovely pear-shaped breasts ... some part of me I didn't like at all wanted her with us. I wanted to see her breasts next to mine and entangled, our nipples touching ... shit, I told myself angrily, quit this damn thinking ... it'll only get you in. trouble and you don't want to become some pervert. This is what I must keep telling myself, over and over again. Or else I would become a really low, dirty person. Hadn't mother always warned me about that?
"Oh my god!" I screamed as John bit down on my pussy, his teeth easing into me and I loved it. ... I moved back and reached for the head of his cock with my mouth. I slid the whole cock into my mouth and I forgot about Jane completely, at least for now. His cock was as good as his balls and I was glad I was a woman and able to do this ... the head of his cock seemed to be growing even larger and larger as my mouth slid down the thick ridge and my lips clasped tight over the shaft of his hot cock. Oh, wow, wow ... how can I ever stop this craving for more and more ... my body began to surge with flashes of hot and I couldn't stand being pinned down under John; I wasn't able to move enough. I slid his cock out from my mouth and very gently, with my hands, I turned John over on his back and I crawled on top of him.
If John minded this change in position, he didn't say so. In fact, I think he liked it. I saw his eyes on the mirror above the bed and I looked in the mirror, fascinated by the sight of our perspiring nude bodies on the bed. We were a beautiful couple, no doubt at all about that. John's dark, lean body was perfect with my fair, creamy skin and I turned my head upward to see my round little ass sticking out as I bent over John's cock. John pulled my pussy down to his face and I put my weight on my knees. It gave me a great feeling knowing that my pussy was in his face like this ... I could control just how much of me he got.
I lifted my hips up high and John's tongue could just barely touch my juicy cunt lips, then very slowly I eased my hips down and spread my thighs wide letting him get my full, opened pussy in his face. And did he love it! He was practically gobbling at me and I began to move my hips faster and faster, until I knew I had lost all control of my body and had become an animal, a hot animal in heat. All the while I went down on him, taking his long cock into my mouth and sucking it, drawing the head between my wet and full lips and sucking so good ... he was so sweet to taste and his cock downed its way into my throat, my lips wide and anxious to take him in as deep as I possibly could I could feel the hot blood surging through his bulging veins and this only made me wilder and hotter for him ... who would ever have thought anything could feel so fucking good?
I heard John whimpering as my mouth went down and up his cock; he sounded almost like a wounded cat or something. "Am I hurting you, John?" I asked.
"Oh goddamn, no. ... I just don't want to explode yet ... not without fucking the shit out of you!" And John crawled out from under me and pushed me over on the bed, taking my mouth in his. Our kiss was so long and so deep that I forgot everything that existed except this moment. Once I opened my eyes and sneaked a look in the mirror and loved the way my body was all shiny and wet. ... John was so wonderful.
John snarled suddenly, ending our kiss, and then his mouth fell onto my nipples, digging his fingers into my tender flesh and sucking my nipples with great intensity. It was too much for me, I couldn't handle his wild passion as he tore into me. He had to go slower; I had to enjoy and savour every single moment.
"Oh, John, take it easy, please ... please, you're hurting me," I moaned and he lessened his hold on my breasts and began to slowly lick each nipple, his tongue full and soft on my aching flesh. It felt better, much better ... gentle and sweet. I arched my back and let John's head push into my softness and I held his head in my hands, caressing the soft hair.
Gently, John eased me over on my stomach and his mouth ran its way down my spine until it reached my round ass. I held my head to the side and watched as John reached my bottom. His strong hands pried my buttocks apart; I shivered uncontrollably and then I felt his hands prying apart my crevice and then ... oh my god! John's tongue was there, stroking me and licking me and it astounded me that it felt so good, so tender and erotic ... and then I shocked myself even more by thinking of Jane and her full, round bottom. I could do this to her, I was thinking, and this upset me so much. Why in hell should I think like this? Why, oh why must Jane crop up now and interfere with this moment with John? I didn't understand myself at all lately. ...
"Oh, baby, you taste so good," John said from above my buttocks where he was kneading the flesh and licking me. I grunted a noncommittal reply and hated myself for thinking of Jane. Oh shit! What is he doing now ... and I held my breath to feel everything I could just now. John had his long, snakelike tongue in my deep little crevice and was doing the same thing to me there that he did. to my pussy! It felt good, and I felt my pussy creaming up and getting wetter and wetter. My hips began to move up from the bed and my legs widened as I wanted John to sink deeper and deeper into me. ... I wanted all of him and I wanted him to fuck me now; I was ready to be fucked and fucked by him. Screw Jane, I told myself, and I began to shake as his tongue and then a finger went into me. "Ohhhhhhhh," I screamed out as a shiver of almost pain ran through my body, and I couldn't stop gyrating my hips as John's tongue and fingers tore into my buttocks' crevice and I loved it, loved this wild feeling.
"Fuck me, John, fuck me now!" I suddenly yelled out to the room and watched him in the mirror as his hands pulled my cheeks apart and his tongue flew into me again and again, fluttering like a bird and giving me such wild thrills that I moaned louder and louder.
"You want it now, baby, you want it now?" John asked me, teasing me.
"Yes, yes, please, give it to me!"
"Tell me what you want, Kim, tell me."
"I want your cock inside of me, you bastard," I yelled back wiping the perspiration from my face as I tried to turn over and take his cock into my anxious and pounding pussy.
"Ohh, I'm gonna give it to you," John said hoarsely and turned me over on my side and lifted one of my legs with his hands. I was so fucking hot that I jerked him toward me, kissing his face, his eyes, and then his mouth. His mouth tasted of me and this really turned me on and we dug into each other, me waiting for that initial moment when his cock would penetrate my pussy. I could feel his cock on my pussy mound, my wet hairs enclosing his cock and I was so horny for him that I reached down with my hand and placed his cock at the opening of my pussy and held it there, twisting it around to feel it on my hard little clit. John held my leg even higher off the bed and we both watched in the mirror as his cock swirled around my cunt, my cunt lips, and my clit. I knew that John was ready to go inside of me, but I wanted this power to hold him off, just a moment longer ... but then John's mouth reached my breasts and he squeezed ... this was all I needed.
With great force, I slid his cock into my pussy and my hands went around his body, pulling him close to me ... his cock was inside of me now and I was floating, in the heavens or somewhere very cosmic ... this was the ultimate in sensations. ... I had never felt anything so magnificent as this ... my leg was held higher and higher and I could feel the giant head of his cock pushing the walls of my tight vagina that was dripping wet for him and only him.
"Ohhhhh, John, push it in deeper, deeper," I cried out ... and field my breath, just waiting.
With the suddenness that surprised me, John pushed this cock in as deep as it could possibly go and I let out a yell that I knew everyone for miles away could hear. It was too much!
"Ohhhh, dear, John fuck me!" I yelled and arched my back more and more as he rammed his cock around inside of me, giving me shudders and ripples of orgasmic delight. ... I felt so completely whole. ... How could I possibly even think of Jane, she couldn't do this for me ... women couldn't fuck each other like this ... yet why was I thinking of Jane? It didn't add up. ...
And then I pumped my sopping wet cunt up to his balls and he dug deeper into my surging cunt ... oh my god, oh my god. ... I couldn't get over these feelings that were tearing my body apart. Each time he dug in, I screamed, unable to remain the quiet lover ... goddamn, he felt good inside of me. ...
"Oh, baby, move your pussy, move it faster and faster," John bellowed out, his face wet and hot next to my own. And move it I did. I couldn't stop even if he wanted me to. I felt like an observer, watching myself and John in the mirror and my own body was moving so fast it startled me ... shit, why couldn't it last forever and forever?
Just then we both stopped, shocked by a loud blast of thunder that rippled through the sky and we smiled and held each other, his cock still moving inside of my clinging and very wet pussy. I was glad for this interruption and thought how timely it was ... to be fucking with the storm raging outside ... and then John plucked my nipples with his fingers and began to bite on my ear, wetting the inside with his tongue and my body twisted and turned with a new passion.
"I want to come on your breasts," John said in my ear and I nodded eagerly, anxious to feel his hot liquid on my body and to-be able to see it come pouring out of his cock ... suddenly I knew I wanted that very much as he splurged into my cunt and I yelled out, feeling the orgasm running through my body and it was heavenly!
"Ohhhh, I'm coming, now, now, now!" I screamed and John held me tight next to him, our bodies arched and frozen as I felt the exquisite climax come over my trembling body. ... I sighed and went limp next to John, but John moved, sliding his-cock out very fast and then lying on top of me, almost sitting, really. His cock was between my breasts, held tight, and I reached up and stroked the shining wetness of my pussy that covered his long and hard cock. Then he came; in fast spurts the creamy liquid oozed out and over my breasts, running over the tight and hard nipples.
And then I lifted my head up and took his cock in my mouth, licking the remaining juices from the head of his cock ... and I held his cock there for a few minutes, savouring the bittersweet taste of his semen in my mouth ... then John collapsed on the bed next to me. We held each other quietly, each in our own thoughts and so completely satisfied. ... I loved the wetness of our bodies close together and I could still feel my pussy contracting from our fucking.
"John, that was so beautiful, it really was," I whispered into his ear and he turned to kiss me. It was a slow and easy kiss, the kind that can only come after the animal and sexual urges of the body have been satisfied. His lips were softer now, but still alive, and my tongue went in to explore his mouth. I loved kissing him, loved kissing, period. It was such an intimate, tender thing for two people to do and it meant so much more after our glorious fuck. ...
I laughed then, a little bitterly. "Just think," I told John, "silly Jane wants me to do these things with her ... why should any women want to when she can have a man?"
"Silly innocent Kim. Sex with a woman is a lovely, beautiful thing. You'll see," John said, his fingers tracing the rising of my breasts.
"How in the hell would you know it was a beautiful thing?" I asked him, startled. "Have you done it with a man?"
"Don't be ridiculous ... but I've watched two women making love. It's very enticing and erotic."
I didn't at all like the turn of this talk. I didn't like to think of John watching two women make love. I didn't even like to think of Sandra, his wife.
"John, I wish you wouldn't tell me these things," I told him bravely. "I don't like to think about anything at all except us."
"Why commit yourself so?"
"It's not committing myself!" I protested with irritation.
John kissed me then, slowly and with persistence, as if to silence me and my mind. But I couldn't stop thinking. I couldn't figure out exactly what was bothering me. And why just a few minutes ago I was so happy.
"Sandra would like to make it with you," John said simply, his eyes staring at me.
"What the hell are you talking about! She's your wife!" I screamed, the blood rushing to my head.
"Sandra's bisexual," he went on, holding me so tightly that I knew he thought I would run out of the room. "She told me she finds you very appealing. Why don't you try it with her? I'd love to watch you together."
"What a fucking sick thing to say!" I yelled at him, wanting to strike him with my hand. "How can you possible suggest such a thing? Aren't you happy enough just fucking me?"
"Shhh," John said, soothing my hair and holding me tight, "don't get so upset. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I just want you to realize that it's not sick, it's done all the time. But, of course, if you don't want to, you just don't do it."
I lay quietly in his arms, trying to let his words sink in. Maybe he was right. It wasn't sick after all. But his wife didn't turn me on at all, and I didn't want to do it. Did I?
Finally we left the room, John kissing me and telling me to have a nap before the others returned from town. I left him peacefully enough, but inside I was in turmoil. Why did sex have to be so complicated?
Sleep came easily to me and I had wild and hot dreams of Jane. Jane in a bed, Jane with me. When I woke up I was sweating all over and very unsettled. My dream had bothered the hell out of me and I knew that something was brewing inside of me. My pussy was still sore from fucking John, but it was wet again. My wild dream had made me horny ... and I couldn't believe that I could still be thinking of sex, so soon after climaxing again and again.
Mother just had to be right. Once you start fooling around with sex, you're hooked for good. You just can't get enough of it. I shook my head at myself and went in for a shower. My body was tingling still and I hesitantly stroked my pussy, wondering what it would be like to lick and suck Jane's pussy. Would it taste like mine did?
Dinner that night went better than before. Joey was friendly to me, even hinting that we get together later. But I told him I had a headache and went up to my room early. I was very aware that John and Jane were both staring at me. And then I wondered if John wanted to fuck Jane ... silly, I told myself. Don't be an ass. But as I left the room I saw John walking over to Jane and my heart sank. Was everyone in this house going fucking crazy? It seemed to me that everyone was concerned with sex, except maybe Brian and he just sulked around, not even looking at me.
My bedroom was dark and I only turned on one small light in the corner. I stretched out on the bed, still very awake and not at all sleepy. I stared at the ceiling for a long, long time, just thinking about myself and my relationships with the people in this house. I heard everyone come up to bed and tried to hear if Sandra and John came up together, but I couldn't make it out. Then I heard a faint knocking on my door.
"Come in," I said simply, sitting up.
It was John, smiling and looking unusually subdued. "Hi, baby ... just wanted to say good-night. You seem sort of down tonight."
"I can't believe you're in here. What if Sandra walks by?"
"She's fast asleep ... and I'm not staying long. Just wanted to see if you want to talk to me."
I knew very well what he was thinking, but I didn't want to talk about it. It was too strongly in my mind.
"Why don't I help you into bed?" John said, unbuttoning my blouse, "and besides, I want to see these magnificent breasts before I go down to work."
I let John take off my clothes and felt myself flush as he stared at my body. He kissed my nipples, making them immediately harden and tingle. "Don't worry too much about what I said this afternoon," John said softly, "you have plenty of time."
"I know, and I think I will tell you something, John."
John nodded and I took a deep breath.
"I don't find your wife at all attractive," I said quickly, not looking at John, "and besides that, I wouldn't want to make love with someone watching, and besides that, I just think it's wrong."
I looked up to see John smiling at me, almost laughing. "Baby, I think you're just rationalizing all of this in your mind because you're all hot over Jane and are looking for some sort of justification. The plain fact is, honey, you don't need any justification for sex. Sex feels good, sex is good, period, and good-night, my sweet child.
I smiled weakly at John, tears filling my eyes, and I turned my head so that he wouldn't see them. He bent over and kissed me and then left.
The tears fell slowly and I wasn't even sure why I was crying, but I was. It was insane, this way I felt. I knew he was right. I knew I was turned on by Jane and I knew that I could never accept that part of me. I couldn't be a lesbian, or a bisexual, or any of those wild things. I just couldn't.
It must have been much later when I heard a knock on my door. Hoping it would be John, I told whoever it was to come in and didn't bother to cover my nude body on the bed. It was Jane. I quickly pulled the blanket up over me and I knew that I was blushing. Jane smiled at me and walked over to the bed. As she did this I could see clearly the outline of her large breasts, for she was wearing a flimsy, see-through nightgown. It was short and her tanned legs looked curvy and good and I hated myself for even looking at her this way. She sat down softly on the bed, smoothing out her pink nightgown that really set off the reddish gold of her hair in a sexy way.
"Kim, I just had to come in and talk to you. We've been good friends for too long for this to go on. You know how much I love you," she said in a hoarse, deep voice.
"First of all," Jane went on, "I'm really sorry I behaved like an ass about Joey. I've been too possessive with Joey and why shouldn't Joey be turned on by you, after all, you're gorgeous. I can't blame him at all for that."
My throat closed in as she said this -- I knew what she really meant. She was turned on by me. I knew this already; then why did it feel this way? Why did I like hearing her say this?
"Also, Kim ... I realize I was, I, uh, I acted too fast and I guess, wrongly, with you on the beach. I didn't want to fuck up our friendship."
"I know you didn't," I told her simply, not looking at her face, but my eyes were on her legs. There was just no way in hell I could deny my fascination with her striking body. I let my eyes follow up her body, reaching her breasts, which I could see faintly through her nightgown. I took a deep breath to steady myself.
"Also, Kim, I want to tell you the whole and absolute truth about how I feel, okay? Can I tell you exactly how I feel?"
"Yes," Jane," I managed to get out in a small, weak voice. I knew she would tell me anyway and I had a sinking feeling I knew.
"It's that I'm, uh, not going to deny that I'm turned on by you, that .I would like to make love to you ... I really would. But if that's not something you want, too, then, okay with me. I still want us to be friends. Okay?"
I was right. I knew this was what she was going to tell me. And the funny thing was -- I felt the same way about her. But my mind would not let me tell her this. I nodded to her and looked down at my own breasts, half-covered with the blanket.
"Kim, can I ask you one other question, please?"
I nodded again, my throat so tight I didn't think I was able to speak.
"Well, if you ever decide you want to experiment with a woman ... I hope it will be with me."
This remark of hers, so kind and so sweet, was the end for me. I let the tears fall from my eyes and couldn't understand why I was crying. But Jane saw my tears and for a minute, she looked surprised, then she reached and took my hand. I sat there, crying, and let her hold my hand in her warm hand.
I could not deny that I was intrigued with her. And my desire embarrassed me and scared me. I don't think I can deal with this emotion, I thought. And I began to cry some more. Jane just sat there, holding my hand and making soothing little sounds that were almost like a lullaby.
"Let me touch you, please, Kim ... it won't be sexual or anything, I just want to hold you, like a friend," Jane was saying in her soft voice. I didn't say anything at all -- I couldn't. But the next thing I knew, Jane drew my chest to hers and held me close. It was very still in the house and in my room and I thought I could hear our hearts beating in thus silence. I was shaken so completely that I almost dosed my eyes and fell on the bed, but I held close to Jane and felt her breathing on my neck. Her arms were around my naked back and the blanket had fallen from my breasts so that I could feel the soft material of her nightgown against my breasts.
But far greater than this, I could feel her breasts and her nipples next to mine. I thought her nipples must be hard and thought I felt them. I knew my face was beet red just now, but I let my head rest on Jane's shoulder and she held me, not moving at all.
"Oh, Kim, this is so hard for me ... you do know that, don't you?" Jane whispered.
I nodded, fully understanding what she was saying. It was hard for me, too. I wanted to go down to the bed with her and hold her entire body next to mine. I wanted to bury my head in her warm pussy and her large, soft breasts. But we were still.
"Kim, will you let me look at you, please? I won't touch you or do anything that you don't want."
I froze at her words, unable to say anything. But I surprised myself by stretching back on the bed and letting her pull the blanket away from my body. She stared at my breasts first, taking them in completely with her warm eyes, and then she stared at my hips and my nest of pussy hair and I wondered if she wanted to eat me. Yet I knew she did, she must.
"Oh, Kim, this is so hard for me... I don't know how to handle it ... but I will. I won't push you."
I nodded silently, blushing very deep and my breathing getting harder and faster. I wanted to see her body, too. Yet I couldn't make myself ask her. Then Jane lifted her nightgown and took it off her head. I watched her breasts lift from her chest and then fall back down in place. They were perfect breasts and I couldn't even be shocked that she had done this. Jane had just read my mind; it was that simple.
"Don't be upset by this, I don't think you are, anyway. I just wanted you to be able to look at me, too. We won't touch, that is, if, uh, you don't want to."
I still didn't say anything. I was paralysed by my emotions at this moment and knew I couldn't talk. Something was swelling up inside of me and it disturbed me greatly, and I took in a quick breath. Jane was still sitting next to me, her eyes on my body. I stared at her breasts and the large, round, rosy nipples. She was wearing a skinny pair of pink bikini panties and I thought I could see a few strands of her pussy hair sticking out. She didn't take these off ... she just looked at me, her eyes soft.
Then I felt Jane's hand come up to my face and with a slight brush of her hand, she motioned for me to shut my eyes and I did so. I felt her hand on my face, softly caressing my cheeks and my lips. I was breathing so rapidly that it was unnatural. Then she bent over me so that I could feel her nipples brushing next to my own and her mouth kissed me. She kissed my lips full and it was the softest kiss I had ever felt ... so utterly and completely delicious. It was more a love kiss than a sex kiss, and I knew all the while I was thinking this that it didn't sound as if it made any sense at all ... my mind was lost just now and nothing made much sense to me. I opened my eyes as Jane bent back to set up beside me. Her breasts were still moving from her action and I hurt to touch her. But I still could not move. I was lying on the bed like a corpse.
But inside I was growing ... something was moving inside of me.
"May I kiss your breasts?" Jane asked simply.
I looked up to meet her eyes and I hesitated. I knew I should be shouting out a loud and vicious "no!" But it was somewhere beyond me. I couldn't tell her no.
Jane's head bent down slowly, her long, shining red hair falling beside her face and reaching my skin first. It made me shiver, all over and then her mouth touched my breasts ... it was almost just a touch rather than a kiss. It was so soft and gentle that I could be mistaken about it being a kiss. But my breasts were not. My nipples rose to a fine hardness and I felt my pussy begin to burn and burn with a slow fire for her. I felt that I could reach down and touch a very wet pussy if I wanted to. But I was so still. Her mouth moved to another area of my breasts and her hands touched my breasts. It was simply a devastating thing for her to do ... I wanted to jerk her hands down to my pussy and insert them into my vagina, but I didn't. I wanted to kiss her mouth hard and fast and deep, but I didn't.
I knew that I must be crazy to be letting her touch me. I knew that, yet I made no effort to stop her. What could I tell her? She wasn't being crude or rough with me. She was asking me if she could do this and I hadn't said no to her. She knew how I felt. Somehow I found this embarrassing and I turned my head away from her large breasts that were touching my body. I turned to face the wall and I tried to see my mother. Her stern face came before me and I tried very, very hard to hear her. I wanted someone to take hold of me and make me stop this insanity. I had to stop this.
Then Jane's wet mouth found my nipples and she kissed them, first one, then the other. It was the most moving kiss I had had in these last few sex-filled days. I felt tears roll from my eyes and then a deep sense of revulsion swelled up inside of me and I turned abruptly over on my side, leaving her mouth open from when it had been kissing my nipples.
"Oh, poor Kim, don't cry ... don't, please."
"I can't help it," I sobbed, my pent-up emotions lashing out at last. "It's just no good, Jane. It will never work out, I can't do it like this, I can't."
"I understand, baby," she said softly, her hands rubbing the back of my neck. "Don't cry anymore, please don't cry."
But cry I did. I couldn't stop. My whole body rocked as the tears came out and my sobs grew quite loud at one point. Jane was wonderful; she didn't try to touch my breasts or anything, except my neck and my shoulders. She continued to massage me there, her hands slightly wet and very soft on my skin. I wanted her to leave me alone and then another part of me wanted her to stay with me the whole night, holding me and touching me.
"Kim, you'll be okay... you'll get things all worked out in your mind and then it will be fine. I had the same problem with myself. Do you want me to tell you a story?"
I didn't answer her and she began to talk. My ears heard every word she was saying, but my heart felt only her hands, still caressing my neck and my shoulders.
"Well," Jane began, in her soft, caressing voice that I loved to hear, "when I was about fifteen or sixteen, I don't remember for sure, my mother did something to me that I will never, ever forget. Now, don't get uptight, because this is natural, and I think it helped me to be the way I am today."
I took a deep breath and listened, thinking of my own mother and her stern, upright ways and the way she had of frowning when she talked to me.
"Anyway, we were all at the beach, mother, daddy, and I. I was pretty much grown then, you know, tits and all that. And daddy went away one day to see this woman down on the beach from us. That really upset mother a lot. You see, daddy has always been the fool around type, you know. So mother began to cry and get all upset and I did my best to comfort her. So, it ended up that I slept in the same bed with mother that night. It was the first time I had slept with her since I was a little girl afraid of the dark. It was really strange at first, being in bed with mother. But then I began to like it and I thought I could feel her warm body breathing next to mine. So, anyway, I just lay there trying to go to sleep. But mother watched the dock. You see, daddy was still out with this other woman and mother wanted him to come home."
I stirred then, under Jane's hands, and turned over on my side. I wanted to look her in the eyes as she spoke and I had forgotten all about my body being naked I turned to face her and she looked down at me, but I could tell her mind was on her story.
"Anyway, it got later and later and finally mother just couldn't stand it anymore. She got up and put on her robe and went into the kitchen. I followed her and we drank hot chocolate and she told me all about her relationship with daddy. Well, it was really strange to hear mother talk like that. I .mean, I didn't really even understand all she was saying. But it seems daddy just loved to have sex with lots of different women and mother, to get even with him at first, began to fool around with other women, too. Then one time, daddy walked in on mother and this woman friend of hers. Daddy got plenty mad about that, and then he tried to join in with them. But mother, said no and he finally left.
Anyway, they stopped having sex about then and just stayed together because of me, which was pretty crummy to hear."
"Oh, Jane, I'm so sorry," I whispered, unable to stop myself from feeling for Jane. I knew how it must have upset her.
"Well, I told mother then and there that I thought she should leave daddy and just the two of us live together. Well, this made her so happy that we went back to my room and got in bed ... uh, this next part might seem funny to you, but believe me, Kim, it wasn't at all funny ... it was the most beautiful thing of my whole life, because, uh, you know, my mother was killed a few years ago in an accident."
I didn't know this and it made me feel even worse for Jane. I put my hand out and held one of hers in my own. Her hand was warm and soft and I clenched it gently.
"So, once we got in bed mother held me really close to her and then she started talking about sex and love and all that. It was really something, I've gotta tell you. Well, before I really knew what had happened exactly, mother and I had our gowns off and were naked in bed together. Mother was really a very pretty woman and her breasts were large and soft and had these big red nipples. I had never seen her naked before and I thought she was beautiful. So, we talked some more and then mother turned out the light. Well, I thought we were going to sleep then, but I was wrong."
I held my breath, afraid of what was going to come next. I had a feeling I knew and somehow this didn't surprise me at all. I was ready to listen.
"So, mother began by pulling me close to her breasts and holding me there. I wanted so much to put my lips around her nipples and suck, like I was a little baby, but I was afraid to do that. Until mother told me to. At first I thought it was a strange thing for her to say, but then I knew it wasn't. And so I began to suck on her nipples and I can still remember how good they tasted. It was like honey. We did this for a real long time and then mother told me she wanted to kiss my nipples and I let her. Kim, it was the most beautiful thing, I just can't tell you how much it affected me ... I thought it was the ultimate in mother daughter love, and I still do, to this very day."
Jane stopped now and looked around the room, for a cigarette I knew. When she found mine, she lighted it with shaky hands and I felt for her.
"Anyway, to get on with this story ... and I'm glad I'm telling you. I've never told anyone before now."
"I'm glad, too," I murmured, taking her free hand in mine and feeling very close to Jane.
"So, then mother kissed me. It was a real long kiss, and she used her tongue. It was the first time I had ever kissed like that, and it was wonderful. We must have kissed for a real long time. Then mother asked me if I would touch myself, between my legs, and see if I felt different there. Well, I knew I did. It had happened before, when I would pet with some guy on a date or something. And I was really wet between my legs and mother knew this and she didn't think it was strange at all. I touched my pussy and then held my hand out to mother and she kissed my hand, sucking each finger. Then she did the same thing to her own pussy and I licked her fingers. It was such an incredible moment, I just can't begin to tell you how I felt. It was almost mystical. I loved her so much."
I saw the tears fall from Jane's dark lashes and I reached up to brush them away from her soft cheek. But I didn't say anything. I knew she wasn't through with her story. Her eyes met mine and held for a brief moment before she continued her narrative.
"So, after that, after I tasted mother's fingers, she bent down and began to lick and suck my pussy. It felt so good, I was experiencing the ultimate, I really was. Then I got to eat her, too, and we did a,'69,' you know what that is?"
I nodded, embarrassed that I had only learned this very afternoon.
"Well, we must have done this for hours, and I could have lasted all night. But what happened was that while we were eating each other, daddy came home and walked in on us. It was horrible! He screamed and yelled and told mother she was a pervert and should be put in jail for corrupting me and all sorts of nasty things. He even hit mother once and I kicked him on the leg as hard as I could He told me it was sick, and very, very wrong Then he left the house. I've never seen him since then. He didn't even come to mother's funeral. But, you see why I'm telling you this is because he said how wrong and awful it all was and don't you see that it wasn't wrong at all? It was the most beautiful experience of my whole life and I'll never, ever forget it. How could love between two women be wrong? How could it possibly?"
I didn't think she wanted an answer, which was just as well since I couldn't say anything. I was all choked up with her story and wanted to be alone with my thoughts.
"I'm going to bed now, Kim ... thank you for listening to my story. It felt good to tell someone and I know you'll understand one day what I mean."
Jane bent down and kissed me on my lips. I partially opened my lips to kiss her back, but she was already putting on her nightgown. I watched her curvaceous body being covered up and I wanted to reach out and touch her. But I didn't. I just watched her leave my room. At the door she turned and blew me a kiss. I blew her a kiss right back.
My room felt very cold and empty after Jane had left and I cursed myself for not having the guts to have asked Jane to sleep with me tonight. To let me hold her in my arms and kiss her nipples, just like her mother had done. Damn and hell, I thought, why couldn't I? Why couldn't I get up from this bed and walk right into her room and do that? Then I remembered that she and Joey were sharing a bedroom. Right now she was probably kissing Joey and he was kissing her round, rosy nipples. This thought bothered me more than I cared to think about.
Hastily I went to my door and locked it. Then I went to my mirror and stared long and hard at my body. It was a fucking good body, but not as good as Jane's, I thought. Shit, her breasts were so perfect. I touched my nipples and immediately they got hard and stood straight out. I wet my fingers and touched my nipples ... they got all hard and excited and before I knew what I was doing I was sitting in front of the full mirror ... my legs spread wide and ,I was touching myself, my pussy, my buttocks crevice, and all ...
But the whole time I was not seeing myself at all; I was seeing Jane. Jane with her mother, Jane with Joey ... why did I want her so much? If I did want her that much, then I could have had her. So what was my fucking problem?
I looked in the reflection at my glistening runny cunt and I knew that only Jane and her body-just thinking of her could make me get like this, so fast. Furiously, I stuck my fingers into my reddened cunt and I beat myself against my cunt lips with my fingers, all the time seeing Jane.
I wanted a tongue-fucking. That's what I wanted and I couldn't do it to myself. ... I wished John were here, he would do it, or Joey ... but there was no one except Brian and he would never do it. I was upset and frantic at discovering that I couldn't give myself what I so desperately wanted. I tried hard to pretend that I was Jane and I could see her in front of me ... hot gushes came over me as I saw her spread pussy before me. ... I wanted to see it naked and open. ... I imagined it would be as rosy and ripe as her
nipples and I would eat it all, licking her until she spurted with climaxes all over ... damn, what excitement this brought to me ... just the thought of her was enough to excite me enough to orgasm ... my slithery outer lips glared at me in the mirror and my whole hand covered my pussy and I held myself tightly, moaning and groaning on the floor. It was an incredible moment for me, because I thought I was still a virgin and I was ... a virgin with a woman.
My hands began to move faster and faster. I beat myself gently, stroking my clit until I was thrashing about on the floor with orgasmic thrills overtaking my warm body. ... I must be a pretty sight, I thought as I stared up at the ceiling, my legs high in the air and wide apart as I tore into my cunt, going still faster, still harder. Then I changed hands and put my wet, slithery hand into my-mouth and I sucked myself the only way I could and I tasted good ... all sweaty and sweet and bitter, just like a woman should taste, I figured.
Within moments, my shuddering and moaning body grew quiet and the last orgasm rippled through my body. I was satisfied for now. But I knew that soon, very soon, I would, give in to my urges and fuck the hell out of Jane. I knew that day was coming soon. If only the thought of her could do this to me, just imagine what it would be like when we finally met, our bodies together at last. I got up from the floor and walked in a semi trance to the bed. The night air had cooled the room off and I pushed my wet hair back from my forehead. It felt good now, being alone like this.
I comforted myself to sleep with visions of Jane, Jane beside me. I was confident it would come soon. If only I could get over these feelings that I would be sorry, that I would regret giving in to this urge. But mother was wrong about fucking men, maybe she was wrong about this, too.
My last thought was of my mother. I tried to imagine mother and I doing what Jane had done with her mother ... and no matter how hard I tried to picture the two of us together like that, I couldn't. I couldn't even imagine mother and I just kissing.
Chapter Four
I awakened to a glorious, summer like morning and went to the window to stare out at the day. I must have slept very late because the sun was high in the sky and immediately I remembered last night and all my crazy thoughts. I must have lost my mind. It had been a bad night for me. I had spent most of it waking up from bad dreams.
The shower was refreshing and I put on my swimsuit, conscious of how tiny it was. But I wanted to get some sun and knew the others would be on the beach today. My bikini was all white and you could almost see my pussy hairs through the clingy, soft white material. Mother had screamed bloody murder at me when she saw it, accusing me of being a cheap girl, like some tramp. Hah, I thought now. My breasts fit the tiny top perfectly and plenty of my spongy flesh hung out over the top. I could plainly see the nipples through the material and I knew this would be a turn-on. But for whom?
It was quiet downstairs and I made myself a cup of coffee and, some toast. For some reason, I had a huge appetite. Just as I was sitting down in the kitchen with my toast and coffee, Sandra came in, wearing her usual scowl.
I wondered if John had told her that she didn't turn me on. Maybe this was why she hated me so much. She smiled at me ruefully and sat down with a glass of juice. I studied her small, petite frame and wondered for the hundredth time what John saw in her.
"Going to get some sun?" she asked me in her high-pitched voice, her eyes clearly on my nipples and I wished I had worn a cover-up.
"Yeah, it's a great day, isn't it?"
"I suppose for kids, like yourself."
I didn't know what to say to her bitter remark and so I just looked down at the table, wishing I hadn't made the toast after all.
"Kim, I know John has fucked you. He tells me everything, you know."
I felt myself turn red all over and began to hate John for telling her about us ... why in the world would he do that? Didn't he try to hide it from her that first night we fucked?
"Oh, I know you're surprised, but you shouldn't be. It's a silly game we play, and sometimes I mind, and sometimes I don't. Sometimes he sets things up for me, too. I like women, too. But you know that already, don't you?"
I couldn't believe I was encountering this kind of conversation first thing in the day. I was not at all ready to deal with it. I wished she would leave or at least shut up. I couldn't answer her.
"Oh, don't be embarrassed. He told me that I don't turn you on ... but I can accept that. People accept rejection easier when they get older."
I looked up at her and was surprised to see how cold and mean her face looked. She had no joy of living in her eyes and I felt almost sorry for her. No wonder she didn't turn-me on. Jane had life all over her face, and Jane was loving. I could see no love in this cold, hard woman.
"Well, see you down at the beach," I said rather foolishly and got up from the table. She didn't answer me, but I looked back at her, sitting there alone.
Once I was outside a deep depression came over me. And all because of that bitchy old woman, Sandra. She obviously had wanted to ruin my day and it looked as if' she had succeeded. Why did she make me feel so badly? For one thing, I hated knowing that John had told her all about us. That made our sex seem cheap and not as good as I had thought.
This idea brought me face to face with all my mother had told me about sex being cheap and awful. Mother might be right after all. I sat down in a clump of trees and buried my head in my hands. Shit, shit, shit. I tried to talk myself out of this low feeling and just couldn't. I thought of Brian and how upset he had been when I tried to get him to fuck me. Maybe Brian was a really nice guy after all ... maybe I should stick with him, and apologize. He was a good person. Mother would approve of Brian. I could tell her how we never fuck and that we'll only do it when we want to have children. Oh holy shit, I cursed, why had that awful woman ruined my day? If only I hadn't run into her, I would be down on the beach with the others, laughing and having a good time. I wanted to see Jane and tell her how much last night's story had meant to me. Shit, shit, shit ... I must have sat there for a pretty long time because when I got up the green grass had made a stain on my new white bikini. This only made me feel worse and I went slowly down the well-worn path to the beach.
At the last minute, I decided to go in the opposite direction and avoid the crowd. I went off the path and headed for what I thought would be the deserted area of the beach. I was so miserable and I blamed it all on Sandra. What a bitch ... how could John stay married to her? I just couldn't see it. I walked for a long time; then I spotted Brian and the others on the beach and decided to slip into the woods and avoid them. I felt far too lousy just now to talk to anyone else. The woods were deep and I wished I had my sandals with me. But I crept along, afraid of stepping on a sticker or a snake. Then I heard strange sounds, sounds like animals make, only I knew it was a duple. Some couple was in the woods here making love. I knew I should have turned around and walked in the opposite direction, but a strange sense of the curious and envious made me follow the sounds.
What a fucking shock when I saw the couple! There was no mistaking that red-headed wonder and John! I practically fell to the ground, hidden from their eyes by some trees, and I stared at them in complete disbelief. Jane and John? I don't know why, but it had never occurred to me that they would make love. I was so insanely jealous that I almost went out of my mind. I couldn't even decide who I was jealous of, Jane or John ... maybe both, I said to myself bitterly and hated myself for staying there, like some low spy, watching them.
I had a clear view of Jane's very round and very full ass ... she was on her knees and obviously sucking his cock. They even had a blanket with them! Shit, they must have planned this whole outing ... did Sandra know about this, too? Was that why she was so miserable-looking? But I quickly forgot all about Sandra as my eyes widened... .
I felt myself beginning to get aroused as I watched Jane moving on top of John's cock. She must give excellent blow-jobs, I figured, with her moist, full lips and I remembered her kissing me last night ... she sure doesn't waste any time, I thought enviously.
Maybe all the whole world cared about was sex, sex, and more sex. Mother was really wrong and fucked up, I decided I wasn't so abnormal after all. I then saw Jane move over on her side and I caught a glimpse of her hanging breasts and then John's mouth came down to cover her nipple. I saw her face, so obviously enjoying his mouth on her nipple, and I longed to be with them ... but I couldn't just run over and say, "me, too?"
Or could I? Don't be crazy, girl, I told myself, you're spying on them and if they spot you, then you'll really feel shitty and like a big ass.
Instinctively, my own body began to respond to what I was watching before me. I couldn't help it, nor did I even try to control myself. I had to admit the truth to myself. I was turned on like bell just by watching them and I wanted to be there. I wanted to suck on Jane's pointy-hard nipples and I wanted to feel John's cock inside of me. ... I wanted all I could get.
Just then I saw Jane bend down and pull on John's cock, saying something to him that I couldn't hear, but I could imagine what it must have been. For the next thing they did was to come together, John's lean hard body on top of Jane. Her legs went up into the air and John's ass was taut as I saw him stretch toward her pussy ... still, I hadn't seen her pussy and I was dying to, just dying to see her redness, her plump juiciness. I heard their sounds now and saw John moving on top of her. He must be ramming her pretty good now, from the way it looked to me, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. Shit, would I like to feel that now and I put a hand down to my bikini bottom and it was sopping and drenching wet and I knew I could almost climax just from watching the two of them. I began to play with myself, adjusting the rhythm of my fingers to their rhythm. I saw Jane arch her back high up from the blanket and John sat back on his thighs, pulling her pelvis toward him and I ached to be there, closer.
It was driving me absolutely wild hearing their sounds and I knew they would just have to come soon, both of them ... if I was this hot just from watching, they must be positively on fire!
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee!" I heard Jane scream in her throaty voice and I longed to do that to her,. if only I could ... damnation, if only I could, and I saw quickly that John responded like the hunk of man he was and his body began to move more rapidly, surging into her creamy thighs and he was moving up and down. Jane's long legs were flying high in the sky and they were beautiful to behold.
I moaned softly to myself and began to suck my wet fingers so hard that I drew the blood to the skin and I wanted so much to suck on one of them..
My eyes were watering with nothing but a pure and undenying desire for them. ... I seriously doubted if I could hold back much longer from running up to them and begging them to let me join in their fun.
Just then I saw Jane's face and it was a most beautiful sight to behold, so full of passion and joy for the act of sex that I melted, just melted. My breasts ached desperately for her and I saw her open mouth moving and knew she was telling John something intimate and wonderful to his ears because he bent down over her and kissed her and then leaned back and beat into her pussy, her legs once again flying high in the air, and I could hardly stand it. I knew they were peaking, were close to climax, and then I heard their groans and moans and I began to rip my bikini top off with shaking hands and then I slid out of my wet bikini bottom.
I stood there in the woods, naked and full of lust and raging desire for sexual contact with those two people. The sun was glistening on the sweat pouring from their bodies and I saw then rising higher and higher off the blanket and then they came, together it seemed: Their bodies poised in mid-air and held for 'a moment before they fell down on the blanket, holding each other in throes of orgasm.
I hesitated only a second, then I ran out from my hiding place to join them, my body naked and waiting for a single touch.
"Oh my god, how wonderful," Jane breathed heartily when she first saw me, her eyes eagerly taking in every part of my naked body. John turned to face me and his face held a large grin and his eyes, too, welcomed me.
"Oh, baby, how absolutely perfect that you've come," John said, patting the blanket for me to sit down beside them.
I sat down, taking in the wonderful smells of sexual climax and touched each of-them briefly, Jane on the hand and John on his shoulder.
"I couldn't stand it any longer," I panted eagerly, "I had to come join you, I couldn't stay away, I just couldn't."
"And we're glad you didn't ... it was fate, that's what it was," John said, his eyes clearly on my breasts which the sun made shine. My whole body was already covered with perspiration, I was so eagerly awaiting the initial contact. And yet, I was nervous, too. I was suddenly shy and nervous that I had made the wrong move, despite their welcoming me.
"Easy baby," Jane purred, her eyes taking in my pussy, which I tried to hide by crossing my legs. "It's all right, everything is just fine. You'll see, you really will."
John reached over to the corner of the blanket and handed me a bottle of wine. "Take a drink, it's good for you."
I eagerly gulped down some wine, immediately feeling heady from the taste of it. I rarely drank and this got to me, and I smiled at them, still anxious and nervous, but feeling more and more comfortable. And I had this incredible urge to pour the wine all over Jane's body and then lick it off. But I took another drink instead and watched as John bent down to Jane's pussy and wiped the spilling semen from her pussy. I wanted to scream out that I would do it, but I held back, drinking another gulp.
I glanced at Jane and was surprised to see that she, too, looked shyly at me. It was as if we both knew what was coming and yet we were afraid to delve into it. The tension was high, no doubt about that.
"Kim, honey, why don't you kiss Jane ... she'd like that, wouldn't you, Jane?" John said quietly, sitting back off to the side of the blanket and leaving the two of us together.
Jane nodded at me and gave me a luscious, sexy smile that I could no longer hold back from. I bent down over her and kissed her, full on the lips. It only took a moment of contact with her ruby-red lips for me to open my mouth wider and wider and take her tongue into my own mouth. We began to kiss eagerly, passionately, our lips together at last, truly together. Her mouth tasted of roses and I knew that seemed a silly thing to think, but that's how it, tasted. I held her tongue around mine and we flickered it around in our mouths, tasting of each other, and my own body was getting more and more turned on to this sexy woman.
Then Jane eased out from my kiss and gently pushed me back down on the blanket, "Easy, baby, let me do this to you, just lay back, lay back easy and cool," she cooed, her green eyes glowing with sex hunger.
Her lips began to lick and suck my neck, giving me a sucking kiss that I knew would leave a wonderful mark on my neck ... it made me begin to twist and turn under her sucking and then she moved around to my ear and began to tickle my ear with her snakelike tongue and I moaned -and groaned, already so hot I wondered how it could get much better than just this one moment with her. I put out my hands and held her hair, stroking the silky softness of her red locks. I pulled her hair over and around to my mouth and I began to suck on it, then to touch the ends of her hair to my breasts softly, and it made me go wild. I caught a glimpse of John, lying lazily across from us, watching eagerly and yet aloof from our passions with each other.
"Ohhhhh, baby, I've wanted to do this for such a fucking long time," Jane said and stared into my eyes, with love. "I want to do this."
As Jane cupped my breasts with her graceful hands I held still, watching her. She then bent over me and began to tongue-bite my spongy and delectable flesh, giving me reason to cry out into the woods. ...
"Ohhhhh, wowwwwww," was all I could muster as Jane's mouth did its thing with my breasts. It was tender and gentle and, at the same time, it was wild and mad and filled with a passion, so strong and so wild that I trembled violently just from her touch. I longed for her to reach my nipples and I saw her eyes on them, and then she took one of my nipples in her hand and pulled it out far from my flesh and gave it the slightest flicker possible with her soft, wet tongue. ... I cried out, that single touch with her tongue was just enough to drive me absolutely wild! She laughed deliciously at this expression of my delight and did the same thing to my other nipple and again I reacted in the same way. ... I felt my hips rise up from the blanket and move up and down, and she hadn't even touched me there yet. I took my hands and groped for her breasts, struggling because she wouldn't let me reach them.
"Not yet, baby, not yet. Let me do this to you first, then you can have all of me that you want ..." Jane mumbled, her eyes glistening with hot desire.
Vaguely upset, but not really bothered, I lay back, but gripped her shoulders with my hands, which were wet with passion for her. Her mouth then came down easily over my nipple and she sucked, she sucked my nipple like no man had ever done and I felt my whole person being drawn out and into her mouth. It was a devastating sensation and I twisted and turned totally unable to control any feeling at all inside of my body except this damning fire that she was starting inside of me. Finally, she released my bursting and swelling nipple and went to the other nipple, which was all hard and ready for her mouth. I couldn't believe the way it felt as she sucked, so gently at first then harder and harder. ... I knew I was climaxing for the first time now, and it ran through my body, turning me into a wild animal, and I saw John becoming more interested in our actions and knew that he was getting turned on, too.
"I'm gonna eat you whole," Jane cried out, her face twisted into a passion for me. "You just lie back, Kim darling, lie back and feel it!"
I was too turned on to lie back, but I twisted under her mouth and then she left my breasts, finally, and her mouth travelled down my tight midriff and then I knew she had reached my pussy mound. The curly hairs were standing at attention for her wet and exploding mouth and I stretched my legs so wide the world could have come in and fucked me, but I didn't want the world, I only wanted Jane!
"Ohhhh, baby, baby's got a beautiful pink pussy and it's all wet for Jane, isn't it?" Jane said in a sensual and tantalizing voice as she knelt between my open legs. "Are you all hot for me?"
"Oh, Jane, eat me, eat me!" I screamed out, and almost bent down to push her head into my pussy. But that wasn't necessary, for she was doing just that. I felt that my gash must have been dripping wet and oozing for her and she must have loved it, for she began to bite me, tiny bites, all over ... my thighs, my knees, everywhere but my pussy. I was dying for her tongue to reach my clit. ... I wanted her so badly.
"Jane's gonna eat pussy now," she purred into the air almost, "and it's gonna be good, isn't it?"
"I, uh, yes, oh, Jane, eat me!" I yelled out, dying for her to get on with it and to stop teasing me like this ... couldn't she see I was mad for her, stark raving mad for her and her tongue and her wet mouth?
And at last Jane's mouth came down on my hard clit. ... I cried out in a long, slow moan and let Jane take my body away with her mouth. ... I was up in the heavens or some such place ... my clit surged with feeling as her mouth sucked me almost dry, she had to have sucked every inch of me ... and then her hot mouth found my cunt lips and she gave them her all, sucking and pulling on the pliant and resilient flesh with all her might, yet at the same time, very, very tenderly. It was wild, what this woman could do with her mouth. ... I had never felt anything so completely good and wonderful. ... I wanted to be a mad, screaming animal for my whole life and just let her lick me up like this, suck me up like this, forever.
Jane's long and slithery tongue found my cunt gash and it slid into me, moving with great determination to excite me to a heart attack, I felt. I watched her swelling breasts moving above me and, I wanted to touch them so badly it hurt, and then she looked up at me, her lips shining with my juices.
"You want a finger-fuck, little lady, you want Jane to finger-fuck you good and fast?" she asked me with that sensual smile of hens that drove me wild.
"Oh yes, finger-fuck me, finger or anything, just fuck me, fuck me!" I yelled at her, my own voice sounding strange and deeper than usual.
Her fingers went into my cunt, deeper and deeper, and moving in swirls and so fast that I was coming, over and over again. I knew I was so wet all over that I couldn't even walk if I suddenly had to. My legs lifted up from the blanket and Jane's whole face went into my open and hot pussy. She was licking me everywhere, her tongue mad and her fingers pouring into my pussy so fiercely that I was more than just a little crazy... . I was coming and it racked and tore through my body like a storm. ...
"Ohhhhhh, goddddammmnnnnnnnn!" I yelled out, my body foreign to me as I coiled under her and bent over myself to hold her face into my pussy so that she could be buried alive with my pussy on her face ... this I wanted; I wanted her deep inside of me like this.
"Another finger or two, can you handle it," Jane asked, teasing me. I nodded violently to her and then yelled out as one of her fingernails dug into me, and then I felt she must have put her whole hand into my pussy, it was just so full of her. ... I moaned and groaned, a lost and wild animal. ... I didn't think I could possibly handle another minute of this, and then her fingers slid back to the dark little hole between my spongy asscheeks and she slid one in, tantalizing me and driving me even wilder and wilder.
"Ohhh, god, you must stop, Jane, you just must!" I cried out to her, but she didn't respond. Her mouth was once again enveloping my pussy and her finger was inside of me, driving deeper and deeper. ...
"Eeeeooowwwwww," I screamed bloody murder as the explosive orgasm to end them all flew through my body and I turned roughly over on my side, pushing Jane away. But Jane fell beside me, her breathing just as fast and hard as my own, and ,I knew she had come also, just as I had. We held each other in our arms, my heart pounding to be able to explore her body as deeply and fully as she had done mine. We began to kiss again; I kissed her soft, sweaty neck and kissed her eyes, her nose, her mouth, her hair, everything I could reach from our hugging position. And I saw John, visibly moved by our care and attentions with each other and I knew that when the time was right, he would enter into our lovemaking and he would be welcome.
"I love you, I love you," Jane whispered into my ear, so softly that John could not hear her words.
"So do I," I replied brusquely and began to travel with my tongue down to her breasts. This was the moment I had been waiting for, for such a long, long time. At last I could taste and eat her pear-shaped breasts that were so delectable before my eyes.
"Ohhhh. Kim, darling, darling," Jane moaned as I reached with my tongue for her juicy red nipple. It tasted just as I knew it would, like manna from heaven, and I was gentle at first until my passions took over and I bit into her flesh and sucked her long and hard. I saw her doing this with her mother and I became her mother, sucking her daughter.
Jane's breasts were too good to be true; they were large and soft, yet firm to the touch of my wanting mouth as I poured her into my wet mouth. I sucked so hard that it hurt my jaws, but I didn't mind that one little bit as I continued to suck and suck on her. Goddamn, it was good, it was good ... you couldn't do this with a man, you couldn't ... and her breasts, so fucking big like this. I put my head down between her breasts and held the globes to my cheeks and then ran my tongue from one erect and popping nipple to the other, giving then each the same, loving attention.
"Ohhhh, Kim, this is too good, too good," Jane cried out, her voice husky with a passion I didn't know she was capable of but should not have doubted for a minute. She was a ball of sexual fire, this woman, sexual fire.
Finally, I had to leave her breasts, I was so hot for her pussy, which I hadn't even seen yet. And I moved my head down to her light red pussy hairs, all curly and moist and a sweet little nest ready and waiting for my tongue.
I pushed my head back for a moment and just stared at her pussy bush ... it was the perfect bush. A neat little triangle that pointed to her moist, full pink juices. She opened her legs slowly for me and I saw her pussy blossom unfold before my eyes. Her folds of pink flesh were beautiful and I watched her open her legs wider and wider for my eyes.
"Ohhh, you're too much, you really are," I breathed, almost in reverence of her perfect pussy.
I could spot her clit easily because it was erect and hard for me, ready to be touched by my all. I bent down between her open legs and placed my whole face solidly up against her pussy, taking in her smell and her wetness on my face. It was a great smell and I hadn't even tasted it yet. I wanted my face to be wet with her and she was already oozing with cream for me. ... I moved back a few inches and slid out my fiery tongue and touched her clit. It was rock hard and I stroked it very slowly, watching her body being twisted with the passion that I was providing her.
Finally, I could wait no longer and I slid my tongue down to her deep, dark red gash and my tongue went in fast and hard ... it was deeper than my tongue and I struggled hard to get into her as deep as I could. Her body was twisting and turning under me and she was moaning, crying out and saying all kinds of things to me. ... I could barely hear her. My ears were being crushed by her magnificent, creamy, soft thighs and I let her hug me this way, with her thighs, and I went deeper and deeper into her gash ... then I took my finger and put it into her. ...
"Oh my god, oh my god," screamed Jane with fire in her voice, "do it to me, do it to me fast, baby, faster and faster and faster."
And her legs began to fly in the air as they had done with John and I looked up to see John, his eyes wide and his mouth open as he watched us. I could see his cock bobbing in the air, ready to be placed in one of us ... and I knew I wanted his cock as well, I wanted all I could get and then more.
I took my other hand and moved it under her, cupping her firm and rounded buttocks, and then I slid a finger into her crevice without warning her and she cried out, deliriously happy with my attentions, and I felt myself rising into an orgasm with her, just as she had done with me ... it was too good to be true, this woman with me like this ... and I was sorry that I had wasted so much time being foolish.
"Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck me," she went on and on and I heard her only at times, for her thighs kept coming down to hold my head and "it felt like I was being crushed by her soft, white thighs and I wanted her to crush me like this... oh shit, I was coming, now, now, and I moved with my mouth to cover as much of her as I could and it wasn't much, but I opened my mouth wide and took in her juicy red cunt lips and sucked on them like oranges and sucked some more until her juices practically poured into my mouth and filled me up with the wonder of her. ...
I found myself clenching Jane's thighs with my hands, holding her pussy wide apart so that I could stare deep down inside of her, and then my tongue went into her again and I went in and made circles, taking in her soft, juicy flesh like it was food ... oh shit, this is much better than I ever dreamed it could be, I thought. And then I remembered my idea about the wine and I got up quickly and grabbed the bottle and poured it over her pussy and she cried out, laughing and enjoying it.
John was amused, too, by my act and I knelt between her thighs and began to lap up the wine like a puppy might do and she tasted great. ... I, licked every inch of her pussy and then my tongue began to lick her ass crevice and it went deep inside of her. She moved like a sleek animal as I did this and then, with an abrupt yell, I knew that she had come and she had stopped moving for only a minute before she jerked herself up from under me and turned around so that she was straddling me, her pussy over my head, and I reached up to lick her, and then I felt her on my pussy, her head crushing down on me and this at the same time as I was eating her was too much for me to handle. Then I felt a splash and John was pouring the wine over us both, wetting the blanket and my hair, but I didn't care one lousy damn ... anything could happen now and it wouldn't bother me at all, just as long as no one took Jane away from me. I could see her large, pendulous breasts swinging over me and this enticed me even more to excite her beyond control.
But we were both beyond control and I licked the wine from the softness of her thighs before reaching back down to her pussy ... her wide, swollen pussy that begged me to eat and suck and lick. ...
"Oh, god, I can't help it, I can't," Jane cried out as her mouth bit into me and I yelled because it almost hurt me but it felt good, too. I came then, a slow and almost tormenting climax, the longest I had ever experienced while fucking.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming, Jane, I'm coming. ..." I cried out and threw her off of me almost as I let my body jerk upward and twist in one agonizing escape of my orgasm.
I lay back on the blanket, totally wet and utterly unable to move a single limb of my body. Jane turned back around and came gently into my arms and I held-her there, her head resting on my breasts. Our breathing was fast and hard and I waited patiently for my body to cairn down so that I could breathe normally. I wanted for a cigarette, but was too completely spent to even ask John to get me one.
"Oh, you two are really something else ..." John was trailing on, "I've never seen anything so beautiful. I knew you two would get it on eventually. Gorgeous, sensual girls always do, you know. Two sexual creatures, you two."
Neither of us answered him, but he didn't want us to. He rambled on like that. I looked to see if he still had a hard-on and he did. But obviously he was going to let us rest some before continuing.
"Anyone for a cigarette?" John was asking and I nodded.
Cigarette in hands, Jane and I leaned on our elbows and smoked in satisfaction. Cigarettes were so good after times like these, I realized. We were both still rather sticky, but it didn't matter any and I reached out with a trembling hand to touch her breasts.
"You've got the best breasts in the whole world," I told Jane with admiration as they shown in the sunlight.
She smiled at me, an intimate smile that I think I will always remember. "You're the one who should be receiving that compliment."
"Well. I think you two are both the best to offer anyone," John said, coming to sit at our feet, and making a little triangle with the two of us.
"And just think," Jane said, "I'm still horny as hell for more of you, Kim."
"Well, this time, I'm in on the action ... I can't stand to just watch for another time," John said, his breathing heavy, "you two really turn a guy on, you know."
I saw Jane give him one of her sexy smiles and I said to him. "Well, I'm almost ready for some of your action."
That was all John needed to hear as he bent down to stroke my thighs and shins ... making me shiver afresh from his tender and gentle touch on my sticky and wet legs. I loved to be touched. I guess I'm just a person that must have this kind of constant attention, I decided with a grin for myself alone.
"What's the joke?" Jane asked, reaching for one of my plump nipples.
"Oh, just that I love being touched, that's all," I. said to her and reached for her nipple.
"Don't we all?" John whispered, his mouth now kissing my knee and moving upward. I moaned slightly and smiled a big grin ... totally unable to contain my absolute joy with the two of them and the three of us, here together like this. It meant so much to me, just being here like this.
"Ohhh, good, good," I told John as his mouth came up to my pussy and then began to lick, and I saw Jane go down to his cock and I suddenly felt I had to join in on this activity. I pushed my way around to join Jane so that we both could give John what he deserved.
One of us was on each side of John; we were almost straddling him. Both of our heads were bent over John and I was licking softly at his balls, all hairy and tasting of wine. Jane, panting softly, was licking his cock and being very tender and soft with it. It felt good, the three of us, and I kept my eyes wide to watch John, ... his face began to glow with a passion that took only minutes to ignite into a full flame.
"Ohhhh, damn, don't let me come so soon, go easy," John moaned, his deep voice even deeper.
But we hardly heard him ... from time to time my mouth would leave John's balls and reach out for Jane's hard nipple ... there was so much I wanted to lick and suck with my mouth and my tongue that I could hardly attend to it all. I couldn't even believe that after all those orgasms with Jane alone I could be so horny again. Man must definitely be a sexual animal, I reasoned as I bent back down, this time to take John's hard and fat cock into my mouth. For Jane, bless her sweet and loving soul, was on my pussy ... and I knew she must be getting all wet again, because I was overflowing with new juices of passion.
"Ohhhhhhhh, baby, ohhhhhh," cried John, his face distorted in passion as I sucked on his cock. "You're too good to me, too fucking good!"
But his words were lost on me, for I was consumed with nothing but fire as I sucked on his cock. It was incredible how fine it felt with. Jane there between my thighs and I did as she had done and clasped her face with my thighs and held her delicious face between them. ... I was going to come, again and so soon ... ohhhhh, ohhhhhh!
And then, with a speed that astounded me, John jumped up from under my mouth that was still running up and down along the shaft of his bulging cock and almost threw me down flat on the blanket.
I gasped suddenly, unhappy that Jane had been lost in the fierce shuffle and was no longer sucking my pussy in that sweet way of hers. But I was soon to be rewarded, for John went between my legs, his hands taking -my swollen cunt lips and pulling them far apart and then I saw Jane coming around and over me. She held her breasts directly over my mouth and I lifted my mouth to take in her nipples, so firm and rosy still.
I couldn't believe that two things could go on at the same time like this ... I couldn't quite grasp the situation; it was too dreamlike, too good to be true -- that's what it was.
I had another bothersome image of my mother, speaking to me in her stern voice and saying how bad some things were, and I felt intensely sorry for her, that she had never had what I was having and would continue to have. How awful not to experience such feelings as these. ...
"Ohhhh, my god, ohhhhh, awwwwww!" I cried out, as John's huge cock thrust its way into my pussy and tore me apart. ... I was thrown back on the blanket as he drilled his cock into me, ramming me and tossing me so hard on the blanket. Jane had left my face and was sucking on my breasts and giving me an orgasm here and now, so fast, so fast. ...
I looked at Jane's head bent over my breasts and I pulled her face toward mine so that I. could kiss her, fuck her with my tongue in her mouth, and she came readily, her mouth open and wanting.
It was a fast moment and then Jane kissed me so deeply that it was truly as if I was being fucked from both ends of my body. ... I couldn't believe it, I could not for the life of me. ...
"Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck me!" I cried out, taking my mouth from Jane's sultry, sexy one and feeling my pussy tear open with rippling orgasms as John thrust his way into my pussy.
"Oh, kiss me, Kim, kiss me while you come," Jane urged and I succumbed.
We kissed the best kiss of the day, and I surrendered it all to her mouth. She let her tongue explore me fully and our tongues encircled each other, the saliva dripping from our mouths. And all the while my pussy burst open each time John drilled into me until I felt I had to take some action. ...
"Oh, Jane, one minute, I can't continue like this, it's too much for me, too much," I yelled out, panting and my voice a bare whisper.
Jane readily understood and let my orgasm ripple and climax as John still thrust his cock about and his hands held my cunt lips tight and wide apart as his cock went deeper into me. Then I saw Jane going down and her mouth soon replaced John's hands and she licked my clit with her tongue while he was fucking me and I would never have believed before this that I could have felt so much in one single moment of fucking. It was the best of both possible worlds and I knew then and there that I would always want this, both men and women ... how could I limit myself to just one?
I knew I never could ... not as long as Jane kept flitting her hot tongue across my clit and John kept fucking me so fast that he made me gasp for breath. I thought it might be unreal it was so fast and that my cunt would die or collapse from being so excited and turned on like this. ...
"Yeoooowwwwwwww, ohhhhhh, baby, baby ... both of you, oh my god..." I yelled, my voice almost completely gone now as they did this and I didn't think I could possibly take another minute of it, no matter what.
"Turn over, baby," John urged me and I felt Jane turning me over, knowing that I was unable to move and listless now, so spent from orgasm after orgasm.
But I was in for another and bigger surprise, thinking John was going to fuck me from the rear side, like Joey had done.
But John was putting his cock into the crevice between my ass cheeks! He couldn't do that, I thought with horror! His large cock would never fit in me and it hurt, oh god, it hurt me!
"Don't do that!" my voice croaked out. "It hurts me, it hurts!"
"It won't for much longer, it won't," John said and I began to see that he was right. It was starting to feel good; it was a new feeling for me and my pussy was contracting with orgasmic spasms as it got a moment of rest from his thrusting cock.
I didn't think it would be possible but it was, and John was so slow and gentle with me that I relaxed some and let him lift my hips off the blanket and spread my ass cheeks wide apart as his cock eased its way into my crack. It felt so good like this, and I wondered why I had never heard of fucking like this before. And then I thought of Jane; where was she, during this? I turned my head to look for her and saw that she was kissing John and I watched them, getting turned on by this. At the same time John's cock was still moving, still inserting its strong way into my ass crack and I loved it more and more, feeling intensely the very outline of his bulging cock head.
"Oh, baby, it feels good, doesn't it feel really, really good?" Jane asked me, coming down to meet my lips.
"Yes, oh yes," I breathed deeply, "Kiss me, Jane, kiss me."
And Jane kissed me again and again, matching the quick movements of her tongue with John's movements inside of me ... and I felt the fire building inside of my body once again. I was coming back to life and I was getting hotter and hotter.
"Ohhh, Jane, I love this, I love it so much," I told her, speaking into her mouth as her, tongue ran its way around my full and damp lips.
She nodded and went inside my mouth, her strong tongue running around my teeth and then pulling my tongue into her mouth and sucking as if it were a cock.
My body became uncontrollable just then. I began to shudder and tremble with a violent intensity that rocked my whole body. ... I was going to explode with this orgasm, I knew that, I couldn't contain it any longer and I let myself fly, moving my hips around John's cock and pressing backwards toward his cock so that it went in me deeper.
"Ohhh, steady, baby, steady," John began to cry out, but I could feel that he was having trouble controlling himself, too, and his body pounded into me, his cock a fierce drill in my swollen ass crack, and then I felt his jism spurt into me and I held myself rigid, my breathing loud in the day.
I let my body sink slowly onto the blanket and I savoured the feeling of his hot juices that were filling me up and then falling out and down onto my thighs. It was a glorious feeling and I closed my eyes and lay still. I felt Jane lie down on one side of me and John fell to the other side, his breathing very irregular. I looked at him and smiled and gave him a tender look. I wanted to bend over and kiss him, but my body was too wrecked for any sort of movement and I remembered how I felt after fucking Jane; the same feeling, twice in one day. But Jane had energy still. I heard her get up, obviously for the cigarettes.
"Wow, what a great way to spend the afternoon," Jane said simply and we all felt the depth of her words. "Everyone for a cigarette?"
John and I both made a quiet grunt and she laughed, lighting the cigarettes and handing them to us. "We're really a mess, you know," she was saying. "Wine, semen and pussy juice."
We all laughed at the sight we would present should anyone intrude upon us and I stopped abruptly as I remembered Sandra. It seemed like such a long time ago that I had sat with her in the kitchen. What would she think of all this? Would she want to join us?
But I wasn't the only one thinking of Sandra. Apparently she had also spoken with Jane.
"You want to know something ..." Jane began inhaling deeply on her cigarette and making her breasts rise even higher than they normally were. "This morning after breakfast, when I was changing into my bikini, your wife made a not so subtle pass at me."
"Yeah, I figured she would at some point," John said nonchalantly. "She likes women." "And you don't mind at all? I think Joey would mind if he knew I liked women." "Well, some men are like that. They like for other women to make it with women, but not their women."
"She also made some remarks to me, too," I said quietly, remembering that John had told her about us. "Why did you tell her we fucked, John?"
"I had to. Sometimes I tell her." He turned over on his back and stared up at the sky, a soft look on his face. "Last night we decided to get a divorce, but she hasn't really accepted that I mean it."
This news shocked me, but it made me happy too. I didn't like to think of John being married to her.
"And you know what finally brought me to my senses?" John asked. "The luscious virgin here. You did it, kid."
I stared at John and couldn't help but smile at him. So it had meant something, after all. I wasn't just a careless fuck for him. I swelled inside with pride at this news, although I felt sorry for Sandra. But she wasn't for him, not any longer.
"What about me?" Jane asked playfully, "isn't the old hand helpful for anything?"
"Yes, she is," John said, taking both of our hands, "she brought us three together. I saw you go into Kim's room last night and I knew you two would work things out. You're meant to be together like this."
There was nothing left to say after this and I think we all must have dozed off in the peacefulness of the afternoon sun in the woods. Also, the heavy and demanding sex had taken the wind out of all of us. When I finally opened my eyes, the other two were still snoozing. I looked down on their naked bodies and smiled. Who would ever have thought I would end up here like this? Surely not I.
Jane's breasts were stretched out in such a sexy way; she was sleeping with her hands over her head I moved around to touch them, to bring her back to being. She responded with a lazy moan and didn't open her eyes as I traced the rounded outline of her breasts with my finger. They had such a great shape, I thought, and went down to lick the smooth skin with my tongue, ever so gently.
"Ohhh, girl, you're just about the most wonderful lover I've run across," she said softly, still not opening her eyes.
"This is Sandra, silly," I said, teasing her.
"Not a chance," she laughed, opening her eyes and winking at me, "isn't she a drag? Without her around on campus, we ought to have some good times with old stud-boy here."
"Yeah, it looks that way."
"Why don't we get an apartment together next quarter?" Jane asked suddenly, sitting up and facing me. "It'd be great to sleep with you at night."
"Oh, Jane, I'd love to," I exclaimed and threw my arms around her warm and sticky may.
"Oh wow, how long did I sleep?" we heard John saying and we stopped to smile at him.
"Oh, three days or so," Jane answered.
"Shit, I'm sticky all over," he muttered.
"I have an idea. Why don't we run down to the beach and take a swim and get rid of all the sticky?" I suggested, standing up.
"Great, but what if we run into the others? It could be embarrassing," Jane said
"Not a chance," John said, "and so what if we do? They could stand a little shaking up, if you ask me."
So it was settled, and we all ran, hand in hand, down to the beach. There was no sight of the others on the beach and we ran into the cool water, Jane taking the lead and diving in. I hung back for a moment, trying to adjust to the cool water, but then John pulled me in, practically on top of him.
It felt good, the water. Our naked bodies were shining and we splashed and swam, ducking each other into the water and laughing. The salt water didn't really help the sticky wine residue much, but it made us feel better, much better. My hair was stringy wet and I felt I must look awful, but if I did, so did Jane and John. We all looked quite a mess.
I tugged on Jane's breasts and then she tugged on mine and before I knew what was happening, we were engaged in a tug of war, with our nipples being the target. John got a great kick out of this and we tossed and tumbled about in the water; all the while I was getting an immense erotic thrill out of touching Jane like this in the splashing surf of the ocean. It couldn't have been nicer and more stimulating. I found myself drenched with a heavy splash from John and then Jane took me down in the water for a salty, seawater kiss. My lips burned from the sun and salt, but I was turned on, just the same. It couldn't be helped. This sexy woman with the red hair mesmerized me completely. John came over to join us and the three of us stood in the water, holding and kissing each other for some minutes before we heard. a yell in the distance.
"Oh, shit," muttered Jane, "I see Brian and Joey and Sandra coming along and they're yelling at us."
"We shall ignore them if we can," John said calmly and shocked the hell out of me by proceeding to kiss my nipples firmly -- and above the water.
"John, hey, they're getting close to us; they'll see what you're doing," I said, pulling away from him, but not before Jane grabbed my shoulders and held me back for John to kiss my nipples. This was embarrassing me. I didn't want to have Sandra and Brian see this. It wouldn't be right!
"Hey, you two," I almost yelled, "stop that, I see them coming!"
"So, watch what they do when they pass by us," John said before he dived for my left nipple with his mouth
Sure enough as I watched all three of them pretended to ignore us. And they walked on down the beach together.
"Now, when I count to three, we all run and dash for the house. Last one to the shower is a real rotten egg!" Jane yelled and ran off quickly, with John and I running behind her.
EndI went with my hands to grasp Jane's full and spongy breasts and I squeezed them tightly as she went into my pussy with her quivering mouth.
"Ohhhhh, I'm going to come," I began to cry out in the room and watched as all of our bodies moved in a ' wild motion on the bed, rocking it with our passion and causing the whole room to become topsy-turvy from my vantage point.
Jane let out a yell and then her mouth was back on my pussy, sucking so hard that I felt drawn into her and I dung to her nipples, pulling them out and all around.
"Ohhhh, hold on, hold on, Jane, hold on!" cried out John his body thrusting into Jane and his hands clinging on Jane's hips as he did so. It was a great sight to watch, this man so totally overwhelmed by his passion, so totally lost in a sea of emotion and feeling. ... I cried out, too, just then my own orgasm reaching the peak of timing as we all three cried out together, our voices full of nothing but orgasmic delight ... it was wonderful, incredible, this feeling and ohhhhh, I was coming, here it was, here at last, another one, an I yelled as Jane bit down on my swollen an aching cunt lips which I knew were overflowing with sweet, sweet juices of wetness.
"Ohhhhh, baby, ohhhhhmyyyyyy," yelled John before he tumbled onto the bed, bathe afresh in a sea of perspiration that covered h: entire body, as well as all of our bodies, and too, fell over beside them, my breathing fast and hard.
"Oh, this can't go on forever, can it?" I said to no one in particular, "doesn't anyone ever run out of this craving for sex?"
"I hope I never do," John just barely panted.
"Me either," moaned Jane, reaching out to bring me closer to her warm body.
I smiled contentedly, still wanting sorry, more sex. I wanted another orgasm and knew that Jane was still hot, too. Her partially open mouth looked at me and I leaned over to kiss her, to bury my tongue deep inside her throat and kiss her over and over again. John was laughing at us, at our eagerness for more an more, but we didn't listen.
Then Jane got up quickly from the bed and left the room, making me mad that she had run out like that.
"What happened?" I asked John angrily, "why did Jane run out like that?"
"She'll be back. Calm down and kiss me," he said, opening his arms to receive me. I bent over him, pleased with the masculine touch of his lips next to mine and I could feel his whiskers beginning a new growth. Then I heard Jane returning and I looked up to see what she held in her hand. It looked like a plastic cock!
"A dildo, ever used one?"
I shook my head no to her and lay back on the bed knowing that it was for me, for my pussy that still craved for more, and now Jane was going to give it to me. She pulled my legs apart and I lay there watching her with the dildo which she held in her hands and smiled at me.
"You'll see, Kim. You'll dig the hell out of it, and want more and more," she whispered Then she pulled my cunt lips apart and I felt the coolness of the dildo at my pussy entrance. It was easy at first until I felt a giant shove and Jane thrust it deep into me and I cried out; it was so fucking big, much bigger than John, and I didn't think I could hold it inside of me and I began to cry out until Jane pulled it out some, teasing me.
"You want more, Kim, more of this, or does it hurt you?" Jane asked, her fingers playing with my clit and driving me wild.
"More, more," I managed to get out, and couldn't wait to feel it pushing into me. I thrust my hips up against it and then John rolled over and took my nipples into his mouth and sucked them with strength and vigour and I ,was coming fast, and coming again and again.
Jane worked the dildo like a fucking machine, moving it rapidly into my surging pussy and toying with it, twisting it all around inside of my pussy until I was beating my hands on the bed and holding John's head down tight on my swollen and very sore nipples. This was too much, and yet I knew I wouldn't be able to stop until that final rush of orgasm ran through my body, as I knew it would.
"Come on Kim, come on, come now, novel" Jane was crying out, plying the dildo fast into me and moving it harder and harder until I thought she would nail me to the bed.
And then it crime upon me ... the orgasm shook me and shook all of them. We fell down together, our arms wrapped around each other tightly. The we sighed that sigh that only happens when the body is completely relaxed and totally satisfied -- until later in the night, that is.
I gave Jane a kiss and then John a kiss, happy in the knowledge that -we would all three be together at school. And sex wasn't so dirty after all, mother, I whispered. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me, the best ever.
And Jane rolled over on my breasts, kissing the hot, sore nipples once again. ...
